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sentientgolfball · 1 year ago

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Hello! I have a writing request! Can you write a Polyghoul x reader where reader has horrendous eyesight and is night blind? Just something fluffy if you have time. I appreciate you!

And I appreciate YOU anon <3 you can also very much see my Phantom obsession in this

Tags: none! Just so much fluff

My requests are open !

You cursed under your breath when you opened the door to the hallway. You hadn’t realized just how long you had been cleaning, but now that the only thing you could see was a pitch-black void you figured too long. You, of course, didn’t have any source of light on you. You didn’t think you would need it. You’ve never left a shift after the sun went down and all the main lights had been put out. Tonight had been different, though. The kitchen was already a mess when you arrived for the dinner shift. Apparently, something had happened with the originally planned meal and now the head Siblings had to scramble for a replacement. You didn’t pay that close attention to the details of it all as you were put straight to work the moment you crossed the threshold. Dinner ended up being presented late which led to a stern talking to from Sister Imperator, and then after all that you still had to do the dishes and clean any messes. Since you were the least experienced in kitchen duty, you always got stuck with the cleanup. You didn’t mind too much, though, because it got you some alone time. But now you were seriously questioning your choices.

Okay…it’s not too far to my room. It’s gotta be muscle memory by now right? You take a deep breath and shrug to yourself fuck it.

You place your hand on the cold stone of the wall and begin to walk to the left. You get the feeling that you’ve been walking far enough and decide to turn the next time the wall gives way to an opening. You walk a bit farther before you feel a wall in front of you. You reach out expecting to feel the doorknob, but when your hand just meets more stone you pause.

Uh oh.

You began to frantically feel around hoping a door would magically appear if you just kept looking. The longer you went without a door popping into existence you felt your stomach drop. You were lost. You couldn’t see and you were lost. You tried to keep calm, knowing that if you panicked it would only make things worse. You found the wall again and began retracing your steps to the best of your ability. Maybe it was the fact that your anxiety was rising, but the longer you walked the more you felt like someone was watching you. You tried to ignore it, it wouldn’t be surprising.

Of course there were other people around. It's a satanic abbey for Lucifer’s sake.

You tried to rationalize with yourself despite walking just a bit faster now. That’s when you had a second realization. You should’ve passed an opening a few steps ago. Shit. Now you really had no idea where you were.

The panic had closed in at this point. You leaned heavily against the wall too freaked to continue trying to find your way. You stayed like that for a few minutes trying to will your breathing to even out before you saw it. A faint purple glow illuminated the end of the hallway. When it realized you had noticed it there was a small flash before it was right in front of you. Now that it was near, you were able to tell that the source of it was one of Papa Copia’s ghouls. Phantom. You remember overhearing some older Siblings talking about a newer ghoul with that name.

“Why are you on the floor? Did you lose your game?” There was no malice in his voice, just genuine curiosity.

You looked up at him despite only really being able to make out the purple light coming from his eyes.

“Game? What game?”

“I saw you walk in a circle like three times…are you not playing some strange human game…?” He tilted his head as he spoke

“You watched me walk around lost in the middle of the night and didn’t think to say anything” you snap at the ghoul. There’s a moment of awkward silence before you hear a small whine and a mumbled apology. You sigh heavily feeling a bit guilty about yelling at him.

“No, it’s fine. I mean it’s not fine I really was…am lost, but I didn’t need to yell at you.”

“Where you trying to go?”

“I just want to go back to my room and sleep. I’ve had a long and stressful day and getting lost in this gigantic labyrinth of a place only made it worse.”

“Let me help!”

You’re a bit shocked at his immediate willingness. You haven’t had many interactions with ghouls in your short time as a Sibling of Sin, but you assumed demons from Hell wouldn’t be so eager to go out of their way to help. You were honestly half expecting to have to bargain or beg with him. You don’t dwell on it for too long, though. You reach your hand out in the direction of the purple dots of light and hope he gets the message. He hear a noise you can only assume means happiness as you feel a clawed hand grab yours before you’re rather unceremoniously yanked to your feet. You almost crash into him as you find your footing.

He keeps your hand in his and his tail wrapped around your arm as you two walk.

He fills the quiet night by going on and on about what he was doing prior to watching you. He talked a bit too fast and too much for you to totally understand what he was saying despite listening in earnest. The only thing you really got was that he found a bat colony in an old bell tower during his first week on Earth and that he was so fascinated with them that every night he goes to visit them and watch them fly around. Eventually, he comes to a stop. You get a strange feeling as you physically feel his excitement grow. For a moment, the hall is cast in purple light as the Lichtenberg figure scars on the left side of his body pulse with quintessence, confirming your suspicions.

He coughs “Sorry. Can’t always control it when I get excited.”

It was only then that you realized you must’ve been making a face. You let your muscles relax.

“No it’s not that I’m just…confused. How did you know where my room is?”

“Oh! Good question! I don’t!”

You blink slowly at him “Then where are we?”

His only response is a laugh as he throws open the door in front of you two. You have to shield your eyes for a moment from the sudden burst of blinding lights.

“I’m right on time! I hope you guys don’t mind that I brought a guest.”

You rub your eyes and slowly crack them open only to be met with nine pairs of various colored eyes staring right at you.

The ghoul den. He brought me to the ghoul den.

You felt like you were ready to pass out as he closed the door and guided you to one of the couches where he plopped down right next to you.

“If you’re going to have sex with your guest at least wait until after the movie. It’s my turn to pick.” A gigantic green ghoul commented from where he was hunched over searching through a box.

“You don’t have to worry about that big guy, nobody is going to get hard from a nature documentary. Well unless it's about the ocean then maybe Wet Boy will—OW motherfucker.” You watched the water ghoul elbow who you knew to be Dew hard in the ribs before turning towards Phantom.

“Hey uh, I really don’t mean to intrude. You can just give me a flashlight or a candle or something and I can find my own way back.”

“Aw come on most of us don’t bite.” The ghoulette seated on the other side of Phantom craned her neck to look at you.

“Don’t listen to Sunny she’s one of us who does bite.” The earth ghoul stated as he was putting his pick into the DVD player. The ghoulette just shrugged with a smile and small nod.

Phantom looked at you with a bit of concern, but mostly amusement “Nope. Not happening. You already got lost once. Besides, I owe it to you for not helping sooner.”

He curled around you and started to purr and oh that was very comfortable. Any protests you had died the moment he did so. The grin on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing. It was endearing if you were being honest with yourself. You reached up and scratched his scalp being sure to avoid his horns. You laughed when you heard his tail beat against the couch.

Everyone got comfortable as the movie began which, as Dew said, ended up being a nature documentary. You were thankful that someone turned the lights off, even with the glow of the TV it was too dark for you to see any of the ghouls. It made you feel a bit more relaxed. As the narrator droned on you began to feel the heaviness from the day seep into every bone in your body. You were half asleep when you heard Phantom again.

“Pssst hey come here you’ll love this.”

You didn’t really get the chance to respond before he pulled you from the couch and onto the floor. You were confused. You were even more confused when you suddenly felt multiple bodies.

“Glad you could join us doll.” You heard a voice say right by your ear. You shifted and were met with a fang-filled grin.

“Swiss don’t be scary.” Phantom whispered as he curled in next to you.

“Scary?” He sounded genuinely confused. He was going to respond but shut up when a tail smacked him.

You were a little freaked out, to say the least, but when the purring of multiple ghouls started to pick up you settled into what you can only describe as a ghoul pile. The warmth of the bodies coupled with the dark room lulled you into a very comfortable sleep.

You were awoken the next morning to the smell of a divine-looking breakfast being prepared by the multi-ghoul who you learned was called Swiss. You offered to help him, feeling a bit awkward being dumped into the ghoul’s daily routine but he just shushed you, slid you one of the prepared plates, and made a sly remark about kissing the cook before turning his attention back to his eggs. You watched as the rest of the pack began to slowly wake up and shuffle to the kitchen area. You anxiously waited for Phantom to join since he was the one who brought you here in the first place.

“Don’t get your hopes up, he sleeps later than any of us,” Another rather large-looking quintessence ghoul said with a small chuckle “But really, it’s okay that you’re here. Nobody is going to kick you out. We actually enjoy it when the Siblings decide the best stress relief is hanging out with us.” His eyes spark purple for a brief moment. That’s when you remember what you were told about ghouls and elements. Quintessence can sense emotions.

Wait does that mean?

You look up from your plate and meet the large ghoul’s eyes. He smiles and nods in confirmation as if he could hear your question. You suddenly get a bit embarrassed over the fact Phantom could totally tell you were on the verge of a mental breakdown when he found you. But you were also warmed. He brought you back to the den to make you feel better. You smiled into your mug as you took a sip.

When Phantom did wake up, the rest of the ghouls had already eaten and properly introduced themselves to you. He sat down in an open chair next to you with a yawn, slowly blinking. He started to stuff his face full of food before he made a choked oh! sound and looked at you.

“How’d you get lost anyway? I know all the lamps were turned out, but the candles were still lit.” You felt a bit flustered that Phantom just announced to the whole room the events of last night, but you cleared your throat and answered him.

“My eyesight is really bad. It’s even worse in the dark. If there’s not enough light I can’t see a thing, even if it’s dim light.”

“I thought all humans had shit eyes.” there was no malice in Dew’s voice. He said it more like a fact than anything.

“Mine is like infinitely worse I can assure you.”

He made a small hm noise and shrugged before drinking more of his coffee. You smiled when you realized just how little the ghouls must actually understand about humans.

You helped with the cleanup despite Swiss protesting at least a hundred times before bidding farewell to everyone. You went about your day as normal, smiling and waving whenever you crossed paths with a ghoul. Dinner rolled around and this time, thank Satan, there were no major issues. You were able to finish the clean-up right on time. You put away the last of the dishes and made your way out of the kitchen only to be met with Cumulus. She smiled softly and greeted you with a “Hi baby” and asked you about your day. You were a little confused but you welcomed the company as you walked with her to your room. When you arrived she gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before wishing you a good night. You cocked your head at her disappearing form with a smile and laughed to yourself.

This pattern continued all week. Then all month. And the next one. You would finish a shift and a ghoul or two or three would be waiting for you. They’d talk with you and walk you back to your room, or on rather rough days, invite you to the den. Even on the days, you didn’t work, they’d come to find you just as the sun was setting to see if you needed anything or if you wanted to join them for the night. At first, you felt a little overwhelmed by their near-constant presence, but after a while, it was the highlight of your day to see which ghoul would be randomly showing up no matter where you were in the Ministry.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #polyghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #i hope you like it anon <3 #golfball writes

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hurglewurm · 1 month ago

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thinking about how. MORE than one old white woman presiding over me during my master's program in some capacity,,, has gently (unprompted) insinuated to me that accommodations are available, academic or otherwise

like i've had classmates undergo the same meetings, the same presentations for the same prof, etc and they do Not get the same gentle "oh you poor little thing. is this so hard for you? do you need help?"

and it's like. on one hand cool, thanks, glad that's available. i am, however, legit fine and chilling and doing better than ever in a classroom environment because i Stopped Masking in my mid-twenties and i sit cross-legged and play with my spiky ball sometimes and i'm vibing

glad accommodations exist. none of them would do anything helpful for me specifically. but if me being visible is what it takes for you to ? ? feel like you're Helping students who need/use accommodations ? to assuage your Guilt idk lol ? then ok white woman i will continue to exist within eyesight

(wish you'd respect the accommodations of students who actually require them, instead of giving platitudes to me who is i guess more Visibly 'other' to you)

#refers to a lot of specifics that i won't get into lol #WILD to have an ableist prof who is so so so gentle with you and ur like.#huh ??? ur so rude to the students who need accommodations ?#you REFUSE to cooperate with the accessibility centre?#like. my friend sat for her presentation. got a note abt how that's 'unprofessional'#i sat. i took off my goddamn boots and sat cross legged for my presentation.#my notes said 'i know presenting can be hard!!!' MAAM ?#and the like. job advisor lady #told my friend 'oh u don't have a lot of extra curriculars... were u too busy?'#and told My Ass (minimal extra currs. i don't do anything.) 'accommodations are available xoxoxo'#maam i didn't ask #i love that accommodations are available. they're not for me. but thanks. i guess.#(i did take the accommodations for job shit admittedly bc job interviews are ass)#anyway. here's an entry from my diary abt my thoughts !#lmao...#hurgle says things

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bluetortoist · 11 months ago

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Time to show off some doodles of one of my OCs after binging as much batman series as I could, including BTAS, The Batman 2004, Brave and the Bold, the movies, etc. I fell in love with the Gotham Rogues all over again.

I've already made a few OCs, but to start, this one is Mavis. She is a harpy who imprinted on Penguin at birth and considers him her father. He kept her to be, at first, just as another loyal, powerful pet, but soon came to see her like a daughter to him too. Thus, a bird family in crime.

Last pic was my first ever sketches of chick Mavis and Penguin. You could tell I was still trying to figure out how to draw pengie haha!

Penguins note in full:

Note #5 - "Any news of strange phenomena that could be connected to the child's existence came up short. None of my connections had any clue of where she could have came from. The only hypothesis I could come up with is, admittedly outlandish, but not completely out of the question (Im not blind to some of the inhuman things that happen in this city). I refer to beings called 'harpies' from the mythologies. Stories of bird-like women who lead men of all kinds to their deaths, or who torture the damned souls in the underworld. All utter nonsense, but everytime I look at the child, I cant help but think there is something otherworldly about her."

Below is a bit more stuff about her

Name: Mavis (Unofficial) Cobblepot

Age: About 18-19

Gender: Cis Female

Identifies: Pan/Demi

Race: Harpy

Current Living: Gotham City

Allegiance: Neutral Evil - True Neutral

Powers/Abilites:

• Hypnotic Voice: Uses her singing voice to charm and manipulate the minds of anyone in her range into becoming submissive to her under the delusions of adoration for her.

• Typical features as like that of a bird of prey, keen eyesight 10× more than humans, Flying in silence, Can see in the dark, Heightened hearing. etc

• Strong, sharp, powerful talons for feet that can be used not only for attack, but for stealth capturing people (sometimes it's how she carries Penguin in means of escape).

• She is also efficient in knife combat and close quarter combat (for when shes in a finite space too small to fly around in), Knows how to use a gun, but rarely ever uses or carries one.

History: Oswald found her as an egg under mysterious circumstances, not knowing how she even got here or where she came from. Because she imprinted on him already, he decided to raise her and form her into another, stronger one of his loyal pet birds. However, as much as he tried keeping her under the conditions of a pet, Mavis still ended up seeing him as her father. And eventually Oswald, who denied for the longest, felt the same way as well.

Notes/Quirks: Mavis struggles a bit with human speech due to Harpies having different vocal chords than humans, so she was mute along with saying simple sentences for a good half of her life; she is very intelligent however and understands human language, can read and write very well, excels in math and business skills, just takes time talking./ She molts once a year and lasts over 2-3 weeks; it's very itchy and irritating and makes her grumpy the whole time./ She is a carnivorous bird and her favorite to eat is liver.

#batman #btas #batman: tas #btas oc #batman oc #btas penguin #batman penguin #oswald cobblepot #dc #my ocs

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creampuffqueen · 7 months ago

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tell us about the tlok gen 2 kids

ask and you shall receive!!!! making fankids is such an obsession of mine lol

so i have futures and kids planned out for pretty much everyone, but i'll just go over the main krew ships + kainora for now. and i'll try to keep it kind of brief but i have So Many thoughts about them so we'll see if i'm successful. i have like. an entire labelled timeline. it's wild

under a cut because this got so long holy crap

the easiest to start with is the bopal kids. they get married a couple years after the end of tlok and start having kids pretty soon after. they end up with four kids (somewhat considering adding a fifth but we'll see. there's already so many ocs)

their eldest is jade, who is an earthbender. then they have a pair of identical twin boys, named san and goji. san is named after bolin's father. san is an airbender, goji is an earthbender. their fourth child is a girl named tempa, who is an airbender. she actually ends up becoming blind later in life. not whatever toph had, as she was born seeing, but she had some degenerative disease that slowly took her eyesight. she actually ends up developing a technique similar to seismic sense, but with airbending, to help her get around! she keeps her head fully shaved so she can always feel vibrations in the air

the next up to have kids is, surprisingly, kai and jinora. this was not intentional on their part. but they've been dating since they were like 12-13, so i honestly don't think it's much of a stretch that they would end up becoming parents as teenagers. pema and tenzin are a bit upset that their daughter got pregnant at 17, but at this point they've accepted kai into the family, and they respect the young couple's decision to keep and raise the baby

and then after they have their first baby, they decide that they're going to hold off on getting married until their family is complete, so all their kids can be a part of the wedding. like bolin and opal, they end up having four kids as well. all of them are airbenders. their first born is a boy named sangye, second is another boy named tadashi, third is a girl named zaya, and fourth is a girl named tara. it's the jinora and tenzin parallels for me lol. two boys, two girls, four airbenders. despite their young age they are very good parents

then we have the korrasami babies. they have the smallest family, with just two kids. i did some research and as it turns out, sperm donation/artificial insemination procedures were a thing in the 1920s. of course they were WILDLY unethical at the time but hey, they did exist. this is how they end up with their kids. mako is the donor, which i know some people may find that weird but mako is their best friend, i feel like they would rather have a donor that they know and trust than just. some random guy

korra is pregnant with their first baby, who they name katara. she's a waterbender. asami is pregnant with their second baby, a little boy they name hiro, after asami's dad. hiro is a nonbender. they are literally the best moms ever <3

and last but not least, we have wuko's kids. for the longest time they are the cool, childless gay uncles. i think they're both really good with kids, but neither are ready to be parents for a long time. not to mention in my timeline it takes a solid ten years for wu to get the new democratic earth kingdom up and running smoothly enough that he can abdicate. and even after he abdicates and he and mako get married, they're still unsure about kids for a few more years. when they do decide to have kids, they both for sure want to adopt. i have a whole separate post i could make about mako quitting the police force to become a social worker and opening up a youth shelter. but he knows he wants to help out kids, so hopefully none suffer the way he and bolin did. wu does not want to have any bio kids, as he wants the royal bloodline to end with him so there is no possible claim to any kind of throne

but then korra and asami are like 'hey, if you guys want a baby, we're cool with helping out' because i mean mako already helped them have their family, they can do the same for him and wu. and since they're offering, mako and wu decide to take them up on it. korra ends up being a surrogate for them, and they welcome a little baby girl that they name naoki, for mako's mom

then, soon after naoki is born, they end up finding a trio of very young sisters out on the streets. their mother passed away, their father walked out on them, and they have no other family. the eldest girl is only 8 years old. when mako meets her it feels like he's looking into a window at his past self. the girls are very frightened, but mako and wu are able to earn their trust enough to help them out. and in the process of caring for them, they end up totally falling in love with these kids. they ask them if they want to be adopted. all three say yes

the girls are named kasumi, ryoko, and hikari. all three are firebenders. naoki also ends up being a firebender. there's so many firebenders in the wuko house. i'm also spreading my girldad mako agenda. him and wu taking these girls in and giving them a family is actually super emotionally healing for him. he's able to make sure another set of siblings out on the steet has a family

anyway that's a very basic rundown!! i love chatting about my next gen kiddos so so much so thanks for asking! and of course if anyone has any questions about specific kids or families please feel free to ask!!!

#tlok #bopal #kainora #korrasami #wuko

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whistlingstarlight · 7 months ago

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Another post about Crispin bc I find him the most fascinating Thorney Towers inmate as he's one of only two inmates we're never able to enter the mind of (and who isn't shown to overall be quite nice, unlike Sheegor/Penelope).

Under the cut bc it's long and rambly, it's based on facts we see in the game but it gets a bit headcanony

So, Crispin is an interesting case. We can assume he was admitted to Thorney Towers due to his catatonia and asocial behaviour, but what caused it initially is unknown. He responded quickly to play therapy and was good at it too. He's also never shown to be a physically violent person. In Fred's flashbacks he's either unresponsive or simply gloating over his victory, and in the present day he seems pretty disinterested in violence (he even runs when Fred confronts him). He's very cruel with his words, yes, but unlike Edgar's bouts of rage or Gloria's aggression towards those she mistakes for her mother, Crispin isn't shown to be physically dangerous in the canon we know, either to himself or others.

So.. why's he still in the straightjacket, even after the asylum's closure? Fred's straightjacket is symbolic of his learned helplessness (and I do think it's symbolic that Crispin and Fred are the only inmates still restrained, given their shared history), but Crispin isn't as clear. And he never seems to question it himself, despite believing he's the orderly.

So personally, I think it's a control thing. Loboto's confirmed to have taken preventative measures against psychics for both his "employees" as we can't enter their minds, but he also seems to take extra measures. He takes Mr. Pokeylope hostage to keep Sheegor "in line", and for Crispin.. he takes physical measures.

None of the inmates aside from Fred acknowledge Crispin's existence. He's never mentioned when they decide to leave, nobody wonders where he is. Either they really don't like him, or perhaps they don't even know he's still there. He never leaves his post at the lift, and whilst Fred's straightjacket symbolises being confined by his own mind, Crispin's perhaps symbolises being confined by Loboto. His eyesight is severely limited and with his arms bound it could be risky going anywhere on his own, especially an abandoned building complex. Safer to stay where he is.

If you try to enter his mind Loboto refers to Crispin as "my patient"; perhaps he's deemed the straightjacket still necessary for one reason or another. Crispin -or at least a part of him- knows he isn't actually the orderly. As soon as he sees Fred lucid and unrestrained he refers to him as the Chief Orderly, even though Fred has actually been an inmate for some time. Either Loboto convinced Crispin he was an orderly and the idea was broken once the power dynamic between him and Fred flipped, or Crispin tried to convince himself that was the situation to cope.

Whatever's going on with Crispin, I don't think it's fair to assume he's some evil master manipulator or physically violent or anything like that. He was already admitted to an asylum, and his mental processing has been tampered with in some way by another mentally unstable individual in Loboto. And the one thing about his past we do know about (Waterloo-O) he's vilified for on occasion, as if he actively set out to drive Fred mad. Crispin's not a nice person, no, but there's no reason to assume he's a bad person either. And given Oleander, Loboto and Lucrecia have all been given second chances, it's bizarre to me that Crispin is given such a dismissive ending. Not that he needed anything big, mind you, but he could've at least been able to leave the island with the others. He was abandoned by the world like the rest of them were.

#i feel like i went off topic several times but the initial point was I think Loboto keeps Crispin in the straightjacket as a form of control #and Crispin should've been able to be helped in some way #crispin whytehead #psychonauts #psychonauts headcanons #<- it gets a bit headcanony at times so best to tag as such

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internalsealpanic · 2 years ago

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Three Times You forgot Your Glasses Plus the One Time Kon Remembered

Summary: Various things I’ve put my glasses through but with more Kon Kent involved. a/n: In celebration of me getting my eyes checked after a year, here is a fic about glasses. Thanks to @glorified-red for the ideas and @littleredwing89 for proofreading and the banner Warnings: Abuse of glasses

1: Monster Madness

You watch the blood splatter with mild disinterest, mind more concerned with the weird zig-zagging of the camera and the plethora of cheap-looking animatronics. You really should go to a theme park for Halloween. Or you could just get the animatronics. You did promise Bart to give him a heart attack after that incident during April Fools but... it's a Friday night and both you and the week are winding down so here you are flat on your stomach squinting at your laptop with your cheeky boyfriend.

"Heads up!" The man on screen says tossing a severed head.

"Someone has finally beaten you for the worst catchphrase of the year," Kon says.

You run a cold toe over his leg. "Suck this was not that bad." You grouse, earning you a snort from Kon.

"Leave the catchphrases to the professionals."

"Right," you say, looking back at the screen."Somehow our apartment is more cluttered than the horror mansion."

"Dunno what you mean," Kon mumbles, squishing his face to his arm.

You squint, "Did you miss the sock in the dishwasher or did I hallucinate that?"

"Vivid hallucination."

You squint at him even louder and Kon just hums at you.

"Ok," he sighs, angling his body towards you. "I may or may not have been less than sober."

You hum, "I think you were high on pixie sticks."

"Hey, sugar high is a real problem, gorgeous."

"Sure, it is." You giggle running a hand through his curly hair and brushing your thumb against his cheek. He's so warm and cute and the smile on his face makes your insides all fuzzy.

"Just keep watching the movie, doll," Kon says, kissing your wrist.

The movie prattles on getting more and more ridiculous as it goes on. You and Kon weren't really expecting quality but this was a different ball game.

"This looks like a lingerie commercial," you snicker.

"Is this not why you suggested this movie?"

"It most certainly is not," you huff as a child explodes on screen. A wire-y feeling takes over your body. You feel so light and airy. Your head is drifting away.

"You're going to fall asleep with your glasses on," Kon says, poking your cheek.

You nudge your foot to his as you knock your head lightly against his shoulder. Your lids feel heavy. A yawn rolls off your lips as if the concept of tiredness and sleep did not exist until Kon had spoken it into existence.

You blink slowly mind focusing on light smudges on the lenses. You're not particularly forgetful, not really. You're just tangled with your neurons all firing in 7 different directions, 14 if you're on the cusp of sleep, and none of them ever seem to register that your eyesight isn't actually worth a damn. You tilt your head, squishing your face into Kon's hand. "Just remind me then."

"What if I forget?" Kon asks, tangling his leg with yours. His hand threads through your hair and the warm pressure of it makes your eyelids feel even heavier.

You blow out a breath. "The world will explode." You boop Kon's nose for effect.

Kon grins, delicately wrapping his hand around yours and kissing your fingers. "Guess I better not forget, huh gorgeous?"

"Mhmm."

Kon's not entirely sure when he'd fallen asleep or who'd fallen asleep first. He opens his eyes to see your face illuminated but the changing colors of the screen, a scene he can barely make out reflected on your glasses which are now smudged and crooked on your face. You are incurably adorable.

"Babe," Kon whispers softly, rubbing your back.

You moan and squeeze your eyes tighter.

Kon looks at the clock and winces. "Babe, it’s 1 AM." He kisses the crown of your head and shakes your shoulder.

"Then why are you awake?" You ask, still not opening your eyes.

Your face is squooshed into your arm while your hand is intertwined with his. Kon curses himself for not charging his phone. Maybe he can use yours but that meant getting up and letting go of your hand.

"Your glasses are still on."

"How else am I supposed to see my dreams?"

"Pfff, you’re a nerd you know that, right?" Kon kisses your nose.

Your nose scrunches. "Hnnnnnn, sounds like your type. Now go back to sleep."

Kon lets out a soundless laugh. "Lemme just..." He takes off your glasses, very careful not to jostle you too much. He folds your glasses neatly on your laptop and uses his tactile kinesis to move both.

He pulls you into his chest as he closes his eyes.

2: Kiss in the Rain

"I'm just gonna get a quick shower before we go!"

"Quick means I can sneak in a two-hour nap," Kon says, plopping on the couch.

You click your teeth and stick your tongue out at him from the door.

He burrows into the blanket you'd left there the night before. "Wake me when you’re ready." He says smugly but annoyingly endearing.

"Or I could just leave you and grab brunch with the others."

"You would never."

"Pretty confident aren't you?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Yeah," he says smiling into the soft fabric, "cus it's my turn to pay."

You purse your lips and try your best to death glare at him.

He hums waiting for your undoubtedly witty response . "I won’t be long," You huff, throwing your shorts in his face.

Kon waves the shorts like a flag. "I'll be waiting, Babe!"

You loudly stop into the room, your footsteps sounding wet against the hardwood floor.

Kon yawns and stretches, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What’s wrong, doll?" He has to slap his hand on his mouth when he sees you.

You pad around the room with your obviously drenched glasses, feeling for your glasses cleaner.

"You forgot again, huh?" He snickers helpfully.

You turn to him sharply. "No, I decided to see if my conditioner would work on them." You say elongating your syllables to convey your frustration.

"You always did say you wanted to kiss in the rain without getting wet." He laughs, sitting up and ruffling his bed head.

"Very helpful." You hiss, picking through odd bits of life on your coffee table. You really need to clean your apartment. You run a hand through your wet hair. "Have you seen my eyeglass cleaner?"

Kon rests against the couch. "You mean the one in the sink?"

You shoot up. "Fuck."

"We could."

"Oh fuck you," you throw a chip at him. "Do you know where my spare is?"

"Nnnn, in my jacket."

You pause to look at him. "Which one?"

"The leather one."

"Which one?"

Kon thinks it over. "The one with studs."

"Ah." You shuffle through the closet and find your spare covered cheese and what looks to be mold. You gag and toss it into the trash.

You sigh dramatically as you walk back into the living room, your glasses still very smudgy and very wet. Standing in front of Kon, you pout crossing your arms. There wasn’t much either of you could really do about it but you weren’t really sure how to work off your now sour mood.

Kon smiles up at you indulgently. "C'mere," he says, putting his hand on the back of your neck.

You let him pull you in as if gravity had taken hold of your body instead of Kon. Then again, was there really any difference?

Your lips meld together in a warm embrace. They push and pull at each other seeking out every curve and ridge til their shapes are imprinted on each other's skin. You gently push Kon back, not breaking the kiss, and settle yourself on his lap. He traces a hand up your spine, lips curving into a smile as every nerve in your body awakens to his touch.

You eventually break for air but not before nibbling on his bottom lip. "That's not how people kiss in the rain." You say breathlessly.

Kon tilts his head to the side, obviously equally breathless even as he cuts you a sharp grin. "How would you do it?"

"Like this." You brush your thumb against his cheek before swooping in for another kiss.

3: Steamy Kon pulls back his shades over his head like a headband as he tells you about Tim smacking into a building in an effort to avoid an alien. He tells the story with an enthusiastic swoop of his hand and a voice that rises just above the jumbled sounds of the diner.

You slouch into your moldy seat, wondering if a supervillain was somehow close by or if supervillains avoided the Midwest like the plague. Maybe you should move to the Midwest or not... They may have more diners without chocolate chip pancakes. They really should consider serving that market, you think, only half-listening to Kon's story.

"You know that anyone can hear you, right?" You say, tilting the fluffy mess of pancake batter and blueberries the size of pebbles. The underside drips a thick midnight blue and the only evidence of the pancake batter is the sweet smell of butter intertwined with the rich tangy scent of blueberries.

"Unlike you city folk, we mind our own business," Kon waves you off with a mouthful of pancakes. For once, he sounds particularly Kansan as if the whole clone thing had just been some fever dream you had after watching too many 50s sci fi movies. Or maybe Kansas has a Twilight zone effect on him that strips all the city out of him. He’d even exchanged his leather jacket for a plaid button-up.

"The English language does not have nearly enough words to fully express how much of dork you are." You say inanely picking at your pancakes.

Kon narrows his eyes at you, blue bleeding out from his pretty lips. You cover your own to hide a smile. "You're just saying that." He rolls his eyes at you.

"Trust me I don't need Lex's lab to prove that you're a dork." You cut into your pancakes ignoring how the blue will likely stain your new Superboy hoodie. "I can see it even without my-" Your glasses fog up.

"You were saying, sweetcheeks."You can tell from the silhouette beyond the haze that Kon is being a smug little shit. He leans closer, blowing on your face. "Maybe they’re steaming up because I’m such hot stuff." You can't see but you're pretty sure that he has a grin you want to slap off.

You jab your fork at the air to shoo him away from your poor glasses. "Well, I can least leave you and your ego alone while I eat in peace." You huff. The corners of your mouth are finding it extremely hard to stay down.

"As if! You'll be staring at me with those heart eyes the whooooole time," Kon says leaning forward. The tip of his finger presses against the wide lens of your glasses.

"Did you just forget how fog works?" You ask when Kon falls back into his seat.

"A little."

You let out an incredibly undignified snort as you take your glasses off. You trace the smudgy path his fingers left before putting your glasses back on.

Kon's lovestruck expression is framed in smudgy in a smudgy heart.

Kon tries to hide his smile by rubbing his nose."Which one of us is the dork again?"

"I do it with style." You say taking a bite of your pancakes.

+1: Roller Coaster of a Ride

Apparently, the city has tried to get the ride banned. You lookup. There doesn't seem to be any integrity problems. You loop your pinky finger with Kon's as you read the sign for the roller coaster. Kon shifts his hand slowly interlacing his fingers with yours. Vaguely, you hear Cassie over the phone. You twitch your pinky finger.

"Oh yeah, (Y/n) says hi."

You smile a little too broadly when he got the gesture. You lean your head on his shoulder and try to ignore the urge to kiss the corner of his lip.

"It goes 150 miles per hour." You whistle.

"Babe, we both know I can go faster."

Side-eyeing him you ask: "Can you last longer?"

Kon chokes and you think you hear Cassie cackle on the other end. You quietly bask in your glory while Kon keeps arguing over the phone. From the odd bits and ends of the conversation you could hear, you could tell Tim and Bart (and possibly Cissie) have joined in on ganging up on Kon. You may or may not be a little too helpful with their quest to make Kon's life hell.

Kon is huffy until you reach the end of the line. "Oh, babe." He points to his face. Your hands shoot up to your glasses and heat rises in your ears. Gingerly, you take them off, pause, then debate whether you should put them in your pocket (which was too loose) or hold on to them (brings up the question how good your grip is).

"I'll hold 'em," Kon says, holding out his hand.

You squint up at him, his face a vague suggestion of colors and shapes."What if you break them?"

Kon's silhouette makes a gesture like he's been struck.

You volley it with an aggressively tired look and cross your arms.

Kon doesn't withdraw his hand. "I'll take care of it like I take care of you." He kisses your brow. It's really not that you don't trust him. You really wouldn't let him drop you 200 feet in the air just to catch you but you're anxious when you can't see.

With a defeated sigh, you put your glasses in his hand. You look up at him wearily to which he responds to by pressing a reassuring hand to your back. You let out a breath and hold onto his belt loop as you enter the platform.

You both stare at the broken fragments in Kon's hands. You pick up a piece of glass that used to be part of your lenses and hold it up to your face. The corner of your mouth twitches. "Well, I certainly hope you don't do that to me." Your voice is flat, not quite sure how to ebb the oncoming wave off panic. You don't want this to ruin your date with Kon.

Kon watches your expression carefully, parsing through the little twitches and changes. You weren't angry or you didn't seem to be. Frustrated, yes. Amused, definitely. But it's something else muddling everything. Kon closes his eyes. He tries to take the quietest breath he can to steady himself. "I thought you wanted me to?" He laughs but it sounds weak.

You pout at him, squinted eyes directed at his shoulder. Your hand swats at him and you're a good 6 inches off and almost hitting your hand against a metal post if he hadn't grabbed it with his own. He runs his thumb over the back of your hand. The only advantage to you being blind right now is that you can't see the absolutely gutted expression on his face.

"You're a dumbass," You huff, closing your hand around his.

He knows. He shifts his weight on his feet. "We can go-"

You tighten your hold on the back of his jacket and swallow the cold feeling rising from your gut. "You're gonna get me the cotton candy you promised, yeah?" Your voice is a little too high, too strained, too unnatural.

Kon softens at the obvious nervousness in your tone. He wraps an arm around you, his lips brushing your forehead. "Do I really need you to be sweeter than you already are?"

"You really are laying on the charm tonight, aren’t you stud?" You say, biting your lip.

"If it means I'm not sleeping on the couch." Kon presses his forehead against yours, lips almost brushing yours.

"You aren't simply for the fact that I need help getting to the bed."

"I can do more than that," Kon winks.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and steadying your still trembling legs, you brush your lips against his neck. "I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of cumming when I can't see you begging for it." Kon looks around thankful that super hearing is something very rare. "I--" He swallows, heat is creeping up his skin. "--Babe, if you're seriously not ok we can go home."

You bunch up the collar of his jacket, face folding into a frown. "You were so excited to go to the theme park and we've been planning this trip for weeks..." You don't want something stupid like your glasses to ruin your day together. "C'mon Kon just a few more rides." You lean back a little farther so Kon is forced to hold you closer. "Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaase Kon, my eyes aren't gonna be better at home. Just a few more."

Kon really has no idea how it hasn't hit you yet that he could never say no to you. "Ok. ok. Let's get some food first though."

Both Kon's breath and heart come to a full stop.

Your teeth catch against Kon's skin before pulling away.

Apparently, the theme park somehow had no cotton candy due to some kid weaponizing the cotton candy a few years ago. You had your suspicions.

You narrow your eyes a the menu. You ... can't read a thing. "Kon,"you sigh in defeat,"can you order for the both of us?"

"Hnnnnn I should get you the grossest thing on the menu."

"Well, you aren't on the menu so I think I'm pretty safe."

"Oh, I am so on the menu. I'm right over there." He points to something on the menu.

You shake your head. "Can't see."

"Can't call bullshit then."

"I revoke your cute status."

"C'mon doll, you'll always find me cute."

"Dunno, can't see."

He sighs. He hates it when you use his own argument against him.

"Can we get 1 root beer funnel cake and a strawberry one?" Kon says, raising two fingers. He looks at you then adds: "Could you add extra confectioners sugar to the strawberry one?"

You're slightly caught off guard by that detail. You never really fussed much about your orders and you don't think you've ever really mentioned your favorite flavors. You look up at Kon to thank him and ask him how but he kisses you on the nose before you can get a word out. You squish your face into Kon's back as you take a bite out of the funnel cake. Kon tilts his head back to rest on yours. "How's the cake? Please tell me I got it right."

"No, you definitely didn't." You giggle.

"Should I have gotten you the beefcake?"

You nudge your nose against his back. "Hmmmmm, yeah. It's my favorite flavor."

"The public will be notified." He laughs. The vibrations of his laughter make his back shake in a soothing wave. You wrap an arm around Kon's waist, smiling into his back.

“Listen (y/n), I’m--” You shove the last piece of your funnel cake into his face, smearing his cheek with sugar and strawberry syrup.

“You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t mean to.” You look up at him. “Besides, you’re gonna make it up to me.”

He perks up, narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously. You shrug.“Win me a prize.”

So as it turns out, Kon is terrible at carnival games, shooting ones especially.

Clutching the oversized teddy bear he bought you from the gift shop, you laugh at him the whole way back to the car.

“I can’t believe you spent a hundred and you still couldn’t get even the jiggly snakes.” You wheeze, resting against the car.

“Gorgeous, you and I both know those things are rigged!” He protests, hand on his hips standing in front of you. You keep laughing. He puts his arms on either side of you and *tries* to look menacing. You kiss him on the nose and the mean expression on his face fades faster than Tim’s hopes of a productive team meeting.

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s rigged but that’s not why I’m laughing.”

“Is it because I’m miserable?”

“Hmmm, no.”

“Uhuh.”

“Ok, a little,” you say, pinching your fingers together, "I’m laughing because you didn’t stop trying and that’s the dumbest and cutest thing ever.”

“I can’t tell if you’re complimenting me or insulting me.” Kon pouts, leaning in to kiss the crown of your head.

You shrug. “Either way, I’m doing it lovingly.”

#kon el #kon el x reader #conner kent x reader #conner kent imagine

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I've got kind of a big dilemma here. I've always assumed i was sapio and just strange. I've never liked lying, and I have some weird allergies so my diet's pretty low sodium and we don't have cast iron pans but other than that my life has been pretty "typical", for lack of a better word. But I graduated last year, so my parents were going through baby pictures, and my dad pulled one out I'd never seen before from the day I was born and the baby in the photo was Not Me. Like one thousand percent definitely not me. I mentioned it, and my mom freaked out and told me not to be ridiculous and buried the picture at the bottom of the box. But I know when I'm being lied to, and there is no way that's a picture of me. And the other day I got a box in the mail that smelled like pine sap and lilacs and the ground after it rains, and there was a letter and a stone with a perfectly round hole in it inside. I'm adopted, apparently, and the stone is supposed to help me see hidden things until my eyesight improves. My bio family has invited me to a party on the spring equinox so I can meet them. But I have this sinking feeling that if I go they're not going to let me go back home? I love the parents who raised me and I don't want to leave them, but I do also want to meet my bio family and my "twin" (the baby from the picture who I guess is about my age now?). Do you have any advice for how to set the proper boundaries with my bio family so I can meet them without losing the life I've been raised in?

I'm afraid I don't quite follow your thinking here, reader.

Infant substitution is practised in a variety of different cultures on this plane of existence and several others. Without more information about your biological family's background, I am hesitant to make any sweeping proclamations about their specific practices. That said, I see no reason in your letter to assume they are planning a spot of interplanar kidnapping to usher in the equinox.

There are a few tangible signs they might not be being entirely honest about their intentions - if they are insisting you wear specific clothing and jewellery for the event (undyed, natural fibres, for example, or a crown of columbine and foxglove) or if they are at all cagey about the details of any rituals and ceremonies involved in the celebration, for example.

But without these red flags, I'm afraid you may be falling victim to nothing more or less than a rather pernicious strain of anti-liminal scaremongering.

By all means, ask your relatives about any etiquette you might need to be aware of, and whether the event will include a formal refutation of obligatory reciprocity. These perfectly ordinary things to take into account before travelling to another realm. Indeed, if your biological family shows any reluctance in answering, that might be another red flag.

Beyond these formalities, though, you run the risk of causing serious offence if you show up at the equinox celebrations with pockets full of salt and breadcrumbs, refusing to eat or drink and festooned in protective amulets.

With all due kindness and respect, I urge you to consider where these ideas and anxieties have their roots. Regardless of your true genus, you have been raised in a profoundly sapio-centric society. We are none of us immune to the prejudices and preconceptions taught to us by the society we're steeped in.

But we do have a choice about if and how we carry those ideas with us in the future. Take the time to educate yourself on infant substitution in general and, if possible, on your biological family's culture in particular. I think you'll soon find these fears are unfounded.

Finally, please, don't be too hard on yourself for internalising these misconceptions. We can't help the world we were raised in or the assumptions it taught us. But we do have the power to unlearn those harmful patterns of thought, and to work together to create a better present.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

#answered #monstrous agonies #the nightfolk network

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عَنْ عَلِيِّ بْنِ أَبِي طَالِبٍ، عَنْ رَسُولِ اللَّهِ صلى الله عليه وسلم أَنَّهُ كَانَ إِذَا قَامَ إِلَى الصَّلاَةِ قَالَ ‏"‏ وَجَّهْتُ وَجْهِيَ لِلَّذِي فَطَرَ السَّمَوَاتِ وَالأَرْضَ حَنِيفًا وَمَا أَنَا مِنَ الْمُشْرِكِينَ إِنَّ صَلاَتِي وَنُسُكِي وَمَحْيَاىَ وَمَمَاتِي لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ لاَ شَرِيكَ لَهُ وَبِذَلِكَ أُمِرْتُ وَأَنَا مِنَ الْمُسْلِمِينَ اللَّهُمَّ أَنْتَ الْمَلِكُ لاَ إِلَهَ إِلاَّ أَنْتَ ‏.‏ أَنْتَ رَبِّي وَأَنَا عَبْدُكَ ظَلَمْتُ نَفْسِي وَاعْتَرَفْتُ بِذَنْبِي فَاغْفِرْ لِي ذُنُوبِي جَمِيعًا إِنَّهُ لاَ يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ إِلاَّ أَنْتَ وَاهْدِنِي لأَحْسَنِ الأَخْلاَقِ لاَ يَهْدِي لأَحْسَنِهَا إِلاَّ أَنْتَ وَاصْرِفْ عَنِّي سَيِّئَهَا لاَ يَصْرِفُ عَنِّي سَيِّئَهَا إِلاَّ أَنْتَ لَبَّيْكَ وَسَعْدَيْكَ وَالْخَيْرُ كُلُّهُ فِي يَدَيْكَ وَالشَّرُّ لَيْسَ إِلَيْكَ أَنَا بِكَ وَإِلَيْكَ تَبَارَكْتَ وَتَعَالَيْتَ أَسْتَغْفِرُكَ وَأَتُوبُ إِلَيْكَ ‏"‏ ‏.‏ وَإِذَا رَكَعَ قَالَ ‏"‏ اللَّهُمَّ لَكَ رَكَعْتُ وَبِكَ آمَنْتُ وَلَكَ أَسْلَمْتُ خَشَعَ لَكَ سَمْعِي وَبَصَرِي وَمُخِّي وَعَظْمِي وَعَصَبِي ‏"‏ ‏.‏ وَإِذَا رَفَعَ قَالَ ‏"‏ اللَّهُمَّ رَبَّنَا لَكَ الْحَمْدُ مِلْءَ السَّمَوَاتِ وَمِلْءَ الأَرْضِ وَمِلْءَ مَا بَيْنَهُمَا وَمِلْءَ مَا شِئْتَ مِنْ شَىْءٍ بَعْدُ ‏"‏ ‏.‏ وَإِذَا سَجَدَ قَالَ ‏"‏ اللَّهُمَّ لَكَ سَجَدْتُ وَبِكَ آمَنْتُ وَلَكَ أَسْلَمْتُ سَجَدَ وَجْهِي لِلَّذِي خَلَقَهُ وَصَوَّرَهُ وَشَقَّ سَمْعَهُ وَبَصَرَهُ تَبَارَكَ اللَّهُ أَحْسَنُ الْخَالِقِينَ ‏"‏ ‏.‏ ثُمَّ يَكُونُ مِنْ آخِرِ مَا يَقُولُ بَيْنَ التَّشَهُّدِ وَالتَّسْلِيمِ ‏"‏ اللَّهُمَّ اغْفِرْ لِي مَا قَدَّمْتُ وَمَا أَخَّرْتُ وَمَا أَسْرَرْتُ وَمَا أَعْلَنْتُ وَمَا أَسْرَفْتُ وَمَا أَنْتَ أَعْلَمُ بِهِ مِنِّي أَنْتَ الْمُقَدِّمُ وَأَنْتَ الْمُؤَخِّرُ لاَ إِلَهَ إِلاَّ أَنْتَ ‏"‏ ‏.‏ صحيح مسلم حديث ٧٧١

'Ali b. Abu Talib reported that when the Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) got up at night for prayer he would say: "I turn my face in complete devotion to One Who is the Originator of the heaven and the earth and I am not of the polytheists. Verily my prayer, my sacrifice, my living and my dying are for Allah, the Lord of the worlds; There is no partner with Him and this is what I have been commanded (to profess and believe) and I am of the believers. O Allah, Thou art the King, there is no god but Thee, Thou art my Lord, and I am Thy bondman. I wronged myself and make a confession of my Sin. Forgive all my sins, for no one forgives the sins but Thee, and guide me in the best of conduct for none but Thee guideth anyone (in) good conduct. Remove sins from me, for none else but Thou can remove sins from me. Here I am at Thy service, and Grace is to Thee and the whole of good is in Thine hand, and one cannot get nearnests to Thee through evil. My (power as well as existence) is due to Thee (Thine grace) and I turn to Thee (for supplication). Thou art blessed and Thou art exalted. I seek forgiveness from Thee and turn to Thee in repentance: and when he would bow, he would say: O Allah, it is for Thee that I bowed. I affirm my faith in Thee and I submit to Thee, and submit humbly before Thee my hearing, my eyesight, my marrow, my bone, my sinew; and when he would raise his head, he would say: O Allah, our Lord, praise is due to Thee, (the praise) with which is filled the heavens and the earth, and with which is filled that (space) which exists between them, and filled with anything that Thou desireth afterward. And when he prostrated himself, he (the Holy Prophet) would say: O Allah, it is to Thee that I prostrate myself and it is in Thee that I affirm my faith, and I submit to Thee. My face is submitted before One Who created it, and shaped it, and opened his faculties of hearing and seeing. Blessed is Allah, the best of Creators; and he would then say between Tashahhud and the pronouncing of salutation: Forgive me of the earlier and later open and secret (sins) and that where I made transgression and that Thou knowest better than I. Thou art the First and the Last. There is no god, but Thee." Sahih Muslim 771 aIn-book reference : Book 6, Hadith 240

قوله: «كان رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم إذا قام إلى الصلاة» أي: المكتوبة وغيرها ، وليس في طرق الحديث ما يدل على أنه خاصٌ بصلاة الليل ، بل هو عام يستفتح به كل صلاة. وقد رواه الدارقطني بسندٍ صحيح بلفظ: «كان رسول الله إذا قام إلى الصلاة المكتوبة»، وهذا الاستفتاح قائمٌ على الإخبار بالعبودية والدعاءِ والاستغفار.

قوله: «وجهت وجهي للذي فطر السماوات والأرض حنيفاً» أي: لله وحد�� دون سواه ، ففيه التوجه لله بالإخلاص، قال الله تعالى: ﴿وَمَنْ يُسْلِمْ وَجْهَهُ إِلَى اللَّهِ وَهُوَ مُحْسِنٌ فَقَدِ اسْتَمْسَكَ بِالْعُرْوَةِ الْوُثْقَى﴾[لقمان:22] أي: بلا إله إلا الله.

قوله: «للذي فطر السماوات والأرض» أي: للذي أبدعهما وأوجدهما من العدم وهو الله I.

ا«حنيفاً» أي: مائلًا، والحنيف: هو المائل عن الشرك إلى التوحيد، وعن المعصية إلى الطاعة، قال الله في وصف نبيه إبراهيم عليه الصلاة والسلام: ﴿إِنَّ إِبْرَاهِيمَ كَانَ أُمَّةً قَانِتًا لِلَّهِ حَنِيفًا وَلَمْ يَكُ مِنَ الْمُشْرِكِينَ﴾ [النحل:120] ولهذا يسمى دين إبراهيم «الحنيفية».

ا «وما أنا من المشركين» أي: برئ منه ومن أهلِه، ولا يصح التوحيد إلا بهذا، ﴿قَدْ كَانَتْ لَكُمْ أُسْوَةٌ حَسَنَةٌ فِي إِبْرَاهِيمَ وَالَّذِينَ مَعَهُ إِذْ قَالُوا لِقَوْمِهِمْ إِنَّا بُرَآءُ مِنْكُمْ وَمِمَّا تَعْبُدُونَ مِنْ دُونِ اللَّهِ﴾[الممتحنة:4].

قوله: «إن صلاتي ونسكي ومحياي ومماتي لله رب العالمين»؛ ذكر الصلاة والنُسك لأنهما أفضل العبادات؛ فالصلاة أفضل العبادة البدينة، والنسك أفضل العبادات المالية، وخصَّهما دون غيرهما بالذِّكر؛ لشرفهما وعِظَم فضلهما، ومَن أخلص في صلاته ونُسُكِه استلزم إخلاصه لله في سائر أعمالِه ، قد جمع الله بينهما في قوله: ﴿فَصَلِّ لِرَبِّكَ وَانْحَرْ﴾[الكوثر:2] وقوله: ﴿قُلْ إِنَّ صَلاتِي وَنُسُكِي وَمَحْيَايَ وَمَمَاتِي لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ﴾[الأنعام:162] .

وقوله: «ومحياي ومماتي» أي: ما أحيا عليه من العبادة والطاعة، وما أموت عليه من الإيمان والخضوع كله لله رب العالمين، وهذا فيه الإخلاص لله U .

قوله: «لا شريك له» أي: ليس له شريك في شيء من ذلك؛ لا شريك له في صلاتي، ولا شريك له في نُسكي، ولا شريك له فيما أحيا عليه وما أموت عليه، ليس لله تبارك وتعالى شريكٌ في ذلك.

قوله: «وبذلك أمرت» أي: وبذلك الإخلاص وحُسن التوجه والتذلل والخضوع أمُرت، أي: أمرني الله ، كما قال تعالى: ﴿قُلْ إِنَّ صَلاتِي وَنُسُكِي وَمَحْيَايَ وَمَمَاتِي لِلَّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِينَ﴾.

قوله: «وأنا من المسلمين»؛ هذا فيه الانتساب للإسلام، قال الله تعالى: ﴿هُوَ سَمَّاكُمُ الْمُسْلِمينَ﴾[الحج:78] وقال تعالى: ﴿وَمَنْ أَحْسَنُ قَوْلًا مِمَّنْ دَعَا إِلَى اللَّهِ وَعَمِلَ صَالِحًا وَقَالَ إِنَّنِي مِنَ الْمُسْلِمِينَ﴾[فصلت:33].

قوله: «اللهم أنت الملِك لا إله إلا أنت»؛ ��يه جمعٌ بين التوحيدين العلمي والعملي، العلمي: في قوله «أنت الملك»؛ أي: الملك كله لك، لا شريك لك في شيء من ذلك، والعملي: في قوله «لا إله إلا أنت «أي: المعبود بحق ولا معبود بحق سواك، والمعنى: كما أنك تفردت وحدك بالملك لا شريك لك فُنفردك بالعبادة وحدك لا ند لك.

ثم أكد هذا التوحيد بنوعيه فقال: «أنت ربي وأنا عبدك»؛ فقوله «أنت ربي» هذا التوحيد العلمي، وقوله: «وأنا عبدك» هذا التوحيد العملي.

قوله: «ظلمت نفسي، واعترفت بذنبي»؛ هذا اعتراف العبد بحاله وما عنده من الذنب والتقصير.فقوله: «ظلمت نفسي»؛ ظُلم النفس يكون بفعل الذنب، ويكون بتقصير العبد في الطاعة والعبادة.

قوله: «فاغفر لي ذنوبي جميعا»؛ هذا طلب للغفران جاء بعد تلك الوسائل العظيمة.

قوله: «إنه لا يغفر الذنوب إلا أنت» أي: أنت وحدك الذي تغفر الذنوب ، قال الله تعالى: {وَمَنْ يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ إِلَّا اللَّهُ}[آل عمران:135] أي : لا يغفرها أحدٌ سواك.

قوله: «واهدني لأحسن الاخلاق، لا يهدي لأحسنها إلا أنت، واصرف عني سيئها، لا يصرف عني سيئها إلا انت»؛ فيه سؤال الله سبحانه وتعالى أن يهدي عبده إلى أحسن الأخلاق وأطيبها وأزكاها، لا يهدي لأحسنها سواه، عن طاوس بن كيسان: قال : «إن هذه الأخلاق منائح يمنحها الله من يشاء من عباده، فمن أراد الله بعبد خيرًا منحه منها خُلقًا صالحا».

كثير من الناس يشتكي من رعونة أخلاقه وفظاظتها، ومع ذلك هو مقصر في دعاء ربه أن يهديه لأحسن الأخلاق وأن يعيذه من سيئها!!. ومن صدق مع الله في هذا الدعاء أعطاه سبحانه من عظيم الخلق ما لا يحتسب وما لا يظن أنه يحصِّله، والله واسع الفضل.

ومن دعا بهذا الدعاء عليه ببذل السبب؛ وذلك بمجاهدة النفس على التحلي بالأخلاق الفاضلة والآداب الحسنة والبُعد عن أضدادها. وفي الدعاء بهذه الدعوة في الصلاة في فاتحتها تنبيهٌ إلى أن الصلاة بوابة عظيمة ومُدخلٌ مبارك لإصلاح الأخلاق وتحسينها والبعُدِ عن سيئها، وقد قال الله تعالى: ﴿إِنَّ الصَّلاةَ تَنْهَى عَنِ الْفَحْشَاءِ وَالْمُنْكَرِ﴾[العنكبوت:45].

قوله: «لبيك وسعديك»؛ التلبية: استجابةٌ لله سبحانه وامتثالٌ لأمره، فمعنى«لبيك»: أي: استجبت لندائك وامتثلت أمرك ، «وسعديك» أي: إسعاداً بعد إسعاد، والمراد: طاعةً بعد طاعة ، والمعنى: إني سامعٌ مطيعٌ ممتثل ولك علي المنة في ذلك، والحمد فيه عائد إليك.

قوله: «والخير كله في يديك» أي: خزائن الخير كلها بيدك، ولهذا جاء في أدعية النبي صلى الله عليه وسلم قوله: ((اللهم إني أسألك من كل خير خزائنه بيدك، وأعوذ بك من كل شر خزائنه بيدك))، فالخير كله بيد الله فلا ي��طلب إلا منه سبحانه، ولا يُلتجأ في طلبه إلا إليه.

قوله: «والشر ليس إليك»؛ فيه تنزيه الله عن الشرِّ أن يُنسب إليه، فالشرُّ لا يُنسب إلى الله بوجه من الوجوه، لا في ذاته، ولا في أسمائه، ولا في صفاته، ولا في أفعاله، وإنَّما الشرُّ يدخل في مخلوقاته ومفعولاته، فالشرُّ في المقضي لا في القضاء، فتبارك وتعالى عن نسبة الشرِّ إليه، بل كلُّ ما نُسب إليه فهو خير.

قوله: «أنا بك وإليك»؛ «بك» أي: مستجير، «وإليك» أي: ملتجأ. وقيل «بك»: أحيا وأموت، «وإليك» أي: المصير والمرجع. وكل هذا يحتمله اللفظ .

قوله: «تباركت» أي: استحققتَ الثناء وتكاثر خيرك، وأصل الكلمة للدوام والثبوت.

«وتعاليت» أي: ارتفعت عظمتك وظهر قهرك وقدرتك.

قوله: «أستغفرك وأتوب إليك»؛ فيه الجمع بين الاستغفار والتوبة، والاستغفار: هو طلب محو الذنوب والإقالة منها والعفو عنها. والتوبة: يُراد بها ترك العبد للذنوب وإقلاعه عنها وعزمه على عدم فعل شيء منها.

الشاهد أنهذا الاستفتاح استفتاحٌ عظيم، وهو ثابت عن نبينا عليه الصلاة والسلام. والنَّبِيَّ صلى الله عليه وسلم لَم يكن يداومُ على نوعٍ من الاستفتاحات، بل يستفتح بهذا تارةً وبهذا تارة.

قوله: «لك ركعت» تقديم الجار والمجرور في قوله: «لك» على الفعل والفاعل يفيد الاختصاص، أي: لك وحدك يا الله ركوعي، وهذا فيه إعلان الإخلاص والبراءة من الشرك.

قوله: «وبك آمنت» أي: أقرَرْتُ وصدَّقت.

وقوله: «ولك أسلمت» أي: انقدت وأطعت.

وإذا جُمع بين الإيمان والإسلام في سياقٍ واحد، فإن للإيمان معنىً يخصه وللإسلام معنىً يخصه، كما جاء ذلك مبينًا في حديث جبريل المشهور عندما سأل النبي عَلْيهِ الصَّلَاةُ وَالسَّلَامُ عن الإسلام، قال: «أخبرني عن الإسلام»، قال: ((الإسلام أن تشهد أن لا إله إلا الله وأن محمدًا رسو�� الله، وتقيم الصلاة وتؤتي الزكاة، وتصوم رمضان وتحج بيت الله الحرام))، قال: «أخبرني عن الإيمان»، قال: ((الإيمان أن تؤمن بالله وملائكته وكتبه ورسله واليوم الآخر، وأن تؤمن بالقدر خيره وشره))؛ ففسر الإسلام بأعمال الدين الظاهرة وشرائعه التعبدية، وفسر الإيمان بعقائد الدين الباطنة وأصوله التي مكانها القلب.

قوله: «خَشَعَ لَكَ سَمْعِي، وَبَصَـرِي، وَمُخِّي وَعَظْمِي، وَعَصَبِي»، هذا الذكر المفصل لهذه الأعضاء من الإنسان -السمع والبصر والمخ والعظم والعصب- فيه استشعار خضوع الإنسان بكل أجزائه لله تَبَارَكَ وَتَعَالَى، فالخشوع هو خضوع العبد وتمام ذلِّه وانكساره بين يدي ربه تَبَارَكَ وَتَعَالَى؛ وهذا فيه فائدة أن تجاهد نفسك على حفظ هذه الأشياء من الغفلة والخروج عن الخشوع ، فلا يتناسب مع قولك: «خَشَعَ لَكَ سَمْعِي، وَبَصَـرِي، وَمُخِّي وَعَظْمِي، وَعَصَبِي» أن تجيل بصرك، أو تنصت إلى صوت بعيد يتحدث فتصغي ماذا يقول من باب الفضول؛ فلابد أن تستحضر هذا الخشوع التام في كل أجزائك فتكون خاشعًا فعلًا في سمعك وفي بصرك، وفي مخك، وفي عظمك، وفي عصبك، وفي جميع أجزائك.

قوله: «وإذا رفع رأسه من الركوع يقول: سمع الله لمن حمده ربنا ولك الحمد ملء السماوات وملء الأرض وملء ما بينهما وملء ما شئت من شيء بعد»؛ المراد بالسمع: سمع الإجابة، قال تعالى: ﴿إِنَّ رَبِّي لَسَمِيعُ الدُّعَاءِ﴾[إبراهيم:39] أي: مجيب الدعاء.

قوله: «ربنا ولك الحمد»، أي: الحمد لك وحدك ملكًا واستحقاقًا، حمدًا على أسمائك الحسنى وصفاتك وكمالك وعظمتك، وحمدًا على نعمك ومننك التي لا تعد ولا تحصى، ومن أعظم نعمه أن منَّ عليك بالصلاة وجعلك من هؤلاء المصلين الراكعين الساجدين.

يقول ابن القيم :: «ولا يهمل أمر هذه الواو في قوله: (ربنا ولك الحمد)؛ فإنه قد نُدب الأمر بها في الصحيحين، وهي تجعل الكلام في تقدير جملتين قائمتين بأنفسهما؛ فإن قوله: (ربنا) متضمن في المعنى أنت الرب والملك القيوم الذي بيديه أزمة الأمور وإليه مرجعها، فعطف على هذا المعنى المفهوم من قوله: (ربنا) قوله: (ولك الحمد) فتضمن ذلك معنى قول الموحد: "له الملك وله الحمد" ».

قوله: «ملء السماوات وملء الأرض» هذا بيان لحال الحمد وصفته؛ أي: حمدًا يملأ السماوات كثرة ويملأ الأرض ويملأ ما بينهما، فهذا حمدٌ يملأ الأشياء الموجودة الكائنة، ثم أضاف إليه حمدًا يملأ الأشياء التي لم تكن، قال «وملء ما شئت من شيءٍ بعد» ؛ فهو حمدٌ يملأ الموجود ويملأ ما لم يوجد كثرةً، فهو حمدٌ لا حصر له ولا حد ولا عد. وكم هو جميل بك -أيها المسلم- وأنت تحمد الله I أن تستحضر هذه السعة في الحمد.

قوله: «وإذا سجد يقول في سجوده: اللهم لك سجدت»، وهذه كذلك تفيد الاختصاص، وأن السجود خاص بالله لا يجوز أن يصرف لغيره سُبْحَانَهُ .

قوله: «وبك آمنك ولك أسلمت» ؛ تقدم معناه.

قوله: «سجد وجهي وجهي للذي خلقه وصوره وشق سمعه وبصره تبارك الله أحسن الخالقين»؛ السجود لا يكون إلا للخالق الذي خلق وجه العبد وصوَّره وخلقه في أحسن تقويم، وجعل له السمع والبصر، ﴿لَقَدْ خَلَقْنَا الإِنسَانَ فِي أَحْسَنِ تَقْوِيمٍ ﴾[التين:4]، ﴿وَصَوَّرَكُمْ فَأَحْسَنَ صُوَرَكُمْ﴾[غافر:64]، ﴿وَلَقَدْ كَرَّمْنَا بَنِي آدَمَ﴾[الإسراء:70]، فهو سبحانه وتعالى وحده الذي منَّ على العبد بهذه النعمة، وهذا الوجه الجميل، والصورة الحسنة، والهيئة طيبة، فلما يضع وجهه على الأرض يضعه ذلًا لله وخضوعًا له معترفًا بنعمته ومنَّته وفضله سبحانه وتعالى.

ويسمى هذا الحمد «الحمد المضاعف»؛ لأن لفظه قليل وثوابه مضاعف مضاعفةً عظيمة. أحاديث الأذكار والأدعية شرح البدر

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Who Needs A Superpower?

CHAPTER ONE - Are You A Superhero?

We all want to be a superhero, who wouldn't?

We just don't need to be. After all criminals don't have superpowers.

We just need to be heroes. To take back our streets and communities. To make our neighbourhoods safe again.

Of course, a few superpowers would help us.

And criminals, proper criminals, do carry guns.

It is really lucky then that superpowers are exactly what I have, skills too and a bit of kit.

You see I was a squaddie, that's in the British Army to you.

I joined up and was soon representing them not for killing people but for athletics. Long distance was my forte, 10,000 metres or the marathon.

For some reason this made me a good test subject for some of their research, the Super-Soldier Program. Being all too keen to better myself, and greedy for the huge hike in pay I would get, I accepted their offer.

In this program I became stronger, a lot stronger and my eyesight improved until I had the sight of a hawk. And that was just the start.

When I cut myself accidentally, I found I healed quicker, a lot quicker. Instead of a couple of days and scabbing a wound healed in a few hours. My endurance too was off the chart. I could run and run and only feel tired after several hours.

Which was so good for me!

I loved running . . . the harder, the longer and the faster the better.

Which was strange, as when I was younger all the lads around me wanted girlfriends and of course lots of sex.

For me it was running. I was not interested in girls or sex at all. Boys neither before you come up with that. I think I was what you call asexual, just not interested.

Surely sex could not be better than running . . . that last sprint after 10 miles . . . your whole body crying out for you to stop and the exultation and glory as you just run faster. Surely sex could not be better than that.

And yes, I am 23 and still a virgin.

I went through the Super-Soldier Program. As it progressed some just vanished. They could not have been success stories and I was considered that. A few of the others tried to leave, saying the vanished ones were dead, but leaving was not an option. We were soldiers.

Enough of that story though. It is enough to say the program did not work out. There was only one survivor, me!

Even I was none too good. I was too aggressive, always wanting to fight, not caring with who.

That was why I was quietly discharged, being the last man standing. Quietly kicked out, after first having signed a confidentiality agreement of course. A very lucrative agreement that the program had never existed and I had never been part of it.

I returned to find my old neighbourhood in ruins. Drugs dealers and loan sharks, muggers and pimps had all taken over our estate. I hate pimps. Nothing against prostitutes of either sex but pimps are just scum.

No-one was fighting back. A few good blokes had fought at the start but there were a few nasty bastards running the show. No big boss evident just nasty little men at the top of their nasty little professions.

What, you want to know more about me?

My name is Tony Ashton and I have lived on the Jack The Ripper Estate since I was born.

I was always army barmy as the expression goes.

Around here a job is something you do without the owner knowing. A warehouse break-in, an office or if you are ambitious robbing a post office.

I though, did not want to go that way. My Dad had always been on the straight and narrow and I wanted the same.

At five foot ten and tough and rugged the Army was a natural choice. Join the Army and Travel the World and all that. I was fit, strong, could run a marathon and had wanted to join the army since I was knee high to a grasshopper.

Travelling to distant lands, keeping the peace and defending the weak. That was how I saw the Army.

Yeah, you might have to go into battle but it was in a good cause, right?

I loved being in the army. It was like one big family, well it was to me. And they loved me. Their blue eyed boy. Their athlete. Their special soldier.

What do I look like? Exactly? Well as near as damn it I look like that bloke from Doctor Who? Which one? The Dalek? No, that David Tennant bloke.

Oh, you thought I would be huge? No squaddies aren't like that, skinny as sticks most of them. And I, my friends, am a typical squaddie, or I was.

Oh yes, I was a basic working-class squaddie alright. Well, I always considered myself that until I went to Newcastle, now I consider myself middle class.

Keep my head down and get on was what I tried to do. I hoped to be a sergeant one day but that was not to be.

Now though I had got busted out of the army and left in a hell-hole of a housing estate, the Ripper estate no less.

I laid low for a couple of weeks at a house arranged for me on my discharge. I spent that time just walking around, getting the lay of the land again, finding out who was where, which crim was located in which position.

People were soon used to seeing me back, usually just walking. Shuffling through the depressed streets, trying to ignore the dealers standing on the corners.

It was time to get kitted out. You see, when I left the army, I took a few things with me. There was a whole mass of equipment for urban warfare, riots, looting, for when the people were fighting the police and the army. All in the stores of the Super-Soldier program.

The best bit was a bullet proof tracksuit. A hoodie and tracksuit bottoms, all bullet proof. Would not stop a high velocity rifle bullet but would stop a revolver round no sweat, would block a knife. And it looked casual, very casual, like everything everyone else was wearing on the estate.

So casual the man who snatched Mrs Terrill's purse hardly seemed to notice me. Well until I put out an arm and clothes-lined him as he ran towards me. I let the bag drop as I dragged him down into a quiet car park. One slit of the knife deep into the guts and across and I walked away leaving him to bleed out.

Hey, what sort of superhero do you think I am?

One of those soft ones that never kills and always helps the police. Nah! That's just not me.

I am a squaddie, an army boy, kill or be killed.

That however was the first time I had killed. And the fear set in. Not guilt, after all it had only been a mugger, a purse stealer, scum of the Earth.

It was fear of getting caught. Not fear of prison though . . .

It was just I had so much more to do.

Not much notice was shown over the death of the purse stealer. When I was down the local, sinking a pint, I overheard them all talking about it. He had been nicked for bag snatching many times, an addict of all that he could his hands on. Even the police did not care.

I smiled.

I let it be known in the pub that this estate now made me feel nervous. Even I, an ex-squaddie, did not like it here. And with that information I enquired about weapons, proper weapons, guns!

I did have guns stolen from the armoury at the army base but not small guns. I only had rifles. An assault rifle and a sniper rifle.

Two days later a man sidled up to me in the pub and told me he could get hold of guns, anything I liked. If we went back to his house, he had a sawn-off if that was any good to me. He said his name was Ginger Tom and he could get me all sorts, almost anything I wished.

I told him I would meet up with him later and he smiled. He knew the score. Better not to seen together in case the law tumbled to us. He gave me the address and left.

I resumed my drinking and even met with one of my old school-mates. We chatted for a bit before I left.

It was a few seconds after I entered Ginger Tom's flat that he and his friend fell upon me. It was of course a trap to get my money.

But hey I had expected nothing less of him!

His friend had me in a hold and Tom told me to cough up my cash or die. He even showed me the shotgun I was due to buy. He thrust it in my belly as way of a persuader.

Ginger Tom looked very perturbed when I just laughed. Even when he told me it was loaded and he would fire. I did not break down as he hoped. I just laughed some more.

In a second I flipped the man behind me right over and into Tom knocking the shotgun wide. Not only was I martial art trained, to the level of a Super-Soldier, his grip was nothing to me. Now I was hugely strong.

I now had his dubious assistant in my grasp, between Tom and me.

"Drop the gun or I break his back." I told the arms dealer.

Instead, he tried to get a line on me with the gun. Without much success for I had his mate in the way.

I then grabbed the scruff of the neck of the second man with one hand and his groin with the other hand. Slowly I bought my hands together and you could hear as bones, his vertebrae, the bones in his back, snapped one by one. As I said, I had huge strength, such an act was little more than snapping balsa wood was for the normal man.

The effect this sight had on Ginger Tom was amazing. He dropped the gun in terror and backed away. Quick as a flash I had him, kicking the sawn-off safely out of the way.

"Now you and me are going to have a little chat." I told him. "You are going to tell me where I can get weapons around here. Pistols, shotguns, rifles, big guns. Grenades too and any military shit."

"They will kill me." He said in a whisper and then I grabbed his arm tightly and started to squeeze.

He let out a scream as the bone broke. Ginger Tom then started to talk. Such was his terror I think he wanted to talk. And once he started, he just could not stop. He did not tell me of just arms dealers, oh no, drug dealers too. A dealer of little guns like the ones he sold. A proper arms dealer who sold to the big drugs dealer of the area. The big drug dealer did not live around here. His minions just sold here for him but even they carried pistols or knives.

This was not because they were scared of the populace, oh no. It was rival drug dealers who scared them, so they made sure they were always armed, just in case.

He willingly showed me what guns he had, almost fawning over me, acting like a puppy willing to please his master. I told him he had done good and he could live.

I asked for a brew and, as he turned, I snapped his neck. No choice, he had seen my face. No choice, he was dealing guns in what was once a nice neighbourhood.

I had on my usual outfit, hoodie, joggings bottoms and of course leather gloves. I had put those on, the gloves, just as I walked up to the back door of Ginger Tom's.

I took with me the sawn-off with all the cartridges Tom had shown me and a small pistol with 100 rounds of ammo. The rest I left around with the bodies of Ginger Tom and his friend for the police to find.

Strangely enough there more than a little interest in the death of Ginger Tom. Even though he tried to trap me and rip me off he was well liked in the community as a man who could get you things, illegal and not.

The police put it out as a falling out between two criminals. I knew though they weren't fooled, they just couldn't be bothered to look for the person who took the pair down. What with the budget cuts they could not investigate half the crimes that happened to good folk, let alone criminals.

Over the next week, three muggers and four street dealers died. One street dealer died from shotgun wounds, one from a pistol bullet to the throat, one from a knife and the last of a severe beating.

Word on the street was a rival gang of dealers was moving in. The muggers who got beaten to death, well that caused more speculation. That had people thinking a vigilante was coming to the neighbourhood who did not like muggers one little bit.

Of course, I killed that other dealer of small arms too. Not the proper arms dealer but the one like Ginger Tom. He had a freak accident in which he flew off the top of a block of flats.

This place was a hotbed of crime. Last thing it needed was more guns.

No-one suspected me. I had put it out that I was suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome from fighting in a different country. Truth was I had spent all my time training to be a Super-Soldier. I had never served abroad at all.

Everyone was sure I was scared of my own shadow, not the guy to be going out at night and tidying up the neighbourhood.

The police actually starting searching the dealers and anyone strange to the neighbourhood for guns and knives. They too were sure a gang war was going to happen. This was unlikely. The badly beaten dealer had told me all I needed to know about the hierarchy of his gang.

In just a couple of weeks there was a real police presence in the area making all around feel a lot safer.

One dark evening, when a gang member picked up the proceeds of all his street dealers, he walked into one of the homes on the estate. He nodded at the tramp lazing around at the door as he went in.

The tramp let out a scream as I took him from the side, the knife sliding into his gut and then around and around. The door flew open and three guys came barrelling out. The first took the shotgun blast full-on, the second got the butt of the gun and the last my foot to his throat.

I dragged in the only survivor. The one I had hit with the butt of the gun. Guns blazed as I went in but only hit the body of the man I was holding in front of me. The light was behind me and they could not see me properly, just as I had hoped. Their bullets hit their friend, not me.

They fell as the body was thrown at them and then I was on them. No guns needed, just violence, bone snapping violence.

One survived but only just and I dragged him with me. There was just one more man in here if my information was right.

There was and he shot me! Right in the gut!

That pissed me off I can tell you. If I was not wearing bullet-proof clothing he could of killed me!

I mean, how rude!

The room was small and I was on him in a second. I didn't kill him, I just sparked him out and tied him up, his friend too.

This was their counting house. This was where the money was held until the boss turned up to collect or sent someone to collect it for him.

There were piles of money on the table. A safe too. I was tempted to try rip the safe door off with my bare hands until I worked out the counting house man probably had a key. A quick frisk of his pockets and I was opening the safe.

I whistled. Stacks and stacks of bank notes.

All went in my knapsack, the ones on the table too.

These two would not recognise me. Not only was I wearing the hoodie but my face was painted green with black stripes. Enough to scare anyone and never for them to remember what I looked like.

I had a quick chat with the money-counter man when he came around involving only a minimum of pain. I then left the two men still tied up and alive.

The counter had been petrified. He had six guards including the tramp at the door and one man had seemingly just walked though them all, taking a bullet to the gut on the way.

Of course, the bullet did not penetrate the cloth and as for the rest, well they were not army trained, they were not Super-Soldiers. They had not stood a chance.

The next night a sniper took pot shots at the windows of another seemingly innocuous building on the estate. The police went around but were refused entry making them very suspicious. I left them to it when I noticed they left a policeman as sentry on the house.

That was the stash-house, the place where all the drugs lived, ready to supply the lads on the corners. The nice counter of cash had told me so.

I heard the next day the police had come back in force to try and gain entry to the property but they were refused entrance and there was a scuffle. That was all the police needed to raid the place with a warrant and the huge cache of drugs was found.

Result!

You see, heroin is not just a drug, it is a poison and it does not just poison individuals, it poisons communities. To get their daily fix junkies will do many desperate acts just to get through the day. Robbery of all types, violence and even murder if the price is right.

Hopefully keeping heroin out of the area would make the junkies move out. But I was just at the start of that process.

After that the street dealers vanished one by one and junkies got beatings, kickings that put them in the hospital.

All too soon the junkies were crying out about the man with the green face that hurt them. Many did not believe them, thinking it was just one of their drug fuelled fantasies. The dealers however, and maybe the police, knew better.

The street dealers were found after a couple of weeks, all dead, piled up in a deserted warehouse by the river on the edge of town. Laying beside them was a stuffed toy. A green dragon.

This got whole neighbourhood was talking about what was happening. Dealers off the streets, junkies in hospital or moving to safer areas. And by the looks of it someone protecting them, the people of the estate, someone who got the nickname The Green Dragon.

Little Timmy the rent boy was glad too. His pimp had been in the act of beating him up when someone sparked the pimp out and carried the pimp away. It was a long while before the pimp's weighted body was knocked by a barge in the river and came floating up.

One by one pimps vanished. A policeman who hit a prostitute got taken as well. First knocked unconscious then waking up in a deserted building with a man dressed in a black tracksuit and with an odd green face. The copper only got the briefest glimpses of that man's face as the man walked around him, again and again.

The policeman was told the working girls had their job to do as well. It was not nice for them but they had to earn their money. Best leave them be and to spread the word to the other officers . . . and never hit one just because she would not give you a freebie.

The copper was just glad the vigilante let him live. He spread the word and the cops left the working girls alone, even the clients treated them better as they too did not want the green man popping up for a chat.

This is not to say I did not get hurt occasionally. We all make mistakes. One dealer hit me with a cosh on the back of my neck. Another sliced my face with a knife. These minor injuries did not stop me doing my job however and healed all too quickly.

Don't let anyone tell you that taking a live round and it being stopped by your bullet-proof hoodie don't hurt. It does. It bruises the area concerned and hurts like hell. But that is part of the job when you are a hero to your neighbourhood, even one that they will probably never realise has helped them.

Of course, it was not all sunshine and rainbows. Sometime things definitely did not work out. Sometimes even I was at risk and it was all too easy to think I was indestructible.

Look at the time when I cornered Big Trevor the fellow who used to do the re-ups for the dealers. The man who made sure there was always drugs for their gang to sell. I saw him go into a shop, one that has not been open in donkey's years by the look of it.

Shuffling along in my hoodie, trying to look inconspicuous, I follow him in. I had in mind having a little chat with this man. A chat involving me dangling him from a high roof until he gave me the address of his boss.

To be honest, it did not work out quite that way. Big Trevor went through a door and I followed him.

What do I find?

A large room full of people with guns all looking as if they were wolves and I was a fresh spring lamb. Others were coming behind me, I could feel their presence without looking around. There was even one in the far corner with an assault rifle.

Let me tell you, the room may have been a big one but with so many people it was not wise to loose an automatic rifle in here unless you had some serious skills with that gun. Put that into full auto with a newbie holding it and it could pull to one side and take out half the people in the room.

This one is going to get hairy was my thoughts. Pistols and knives, well I could deal with them but an automatic rifle, probably in the hands of an amateur, well that sounded dangerous to me.

I gauged the situation in a second and . . . jumped!

Just like the rest of me, my legs are strong. I could do a standing jump up to fifteen or twenty feet, higher with a run up.

I did not do a little leap, I jumped right over their heads. The only thing I had to worry about was not hitting the ceiling. Right across the room I went, not away from them but over them and into the corner. As I went, I dropped a present from the belt under my hoodie.

It was a flash-bang.

I doubt you have come into contact with flash-bangs but you might have seen them on the telly. When they go off they let out a blast of light that is blinding, temporarily so, and a bang that sounds like a hundred fireworks in one go.

They are for shock value. I can tell you, if you are not expecting them, they scare the shit out of you.

I had my eyes tight shut as I landed on the man with the automatic rifle but still it seemed the light burned through and then there was an almighty boom. The bloke under me was stunned and I grabbed up the rifle and fired it high.

Suddenly they were all firing, sure I was attacking them. I kept my head down I can tell you. My eyes were open now and when the firing slowed I looked up. Half the people were dead and the rest looked stunned. They had overreacted and in a big way.

One caught sight of me and put a bullet in my chest, which made me grunt.

I returned the compliment by making sure the rifle was on full auto and standing and firing in an arc, slowly mowing down the people in the room.

Too many people in a confined space and it was easy. Of course, they did not like this and some, before they fell, did fire at me but the bullets just bounced off. This only added to their consternation before they went down.

I would be bruised all over, there could be no doubt of that but I would live, unlike them.

Of course, the rifle did not take them all down. All too soon it was out of bullets and I had to use my own pistol, headshots all the way.

I slipped a couple of pistols in my pockets and some spare clips and then had a think. Someone had set a trap, a big trap involving lots of people, a well thought out trap. Now if I was really lucky . . . no they could not be that silly, could they?

Only one way to find out.

At the rear of the building was a fire door. I disconnected it from the fire alarm and kicked it down. The whole door fell out of its hinges the kick was so strong. I then jumped up to the top of the building and slid along its roof.

I was right. There was a car waiting out front, an expensive car. It had to be, the boss's car.

Slipping off the side of the building I came up behind the car . . . and lifted the rear end until it was vertical. I shook it a bit, hearing them cry out inside of the car. At least one of them seemed to recover however, at a least a bit, as bullets started to fly through the car and towards me.

It made me jump I can tell you. I had not been expecting that. I dropped the car I was so startled.

It was as well I did, a stray shot must have hit something in the engine as petrol was streaming out onto the road around the car. I backed right off, bullets are no problem but petrol and flames, well they could hurt!

No flames yet, just petrol and a monstrously large man getting out of the car with a shotgun in his hands. He was grinning. I think this one was actually enjoying how it was playing out.

"Shoot him in the head Ron, he might be wearing a bullet proof vest under that." This was from a suit getting out of the passenger side of the car.

Expensive suit he was wearing too, chunky gold ring on his finger and a gold medallion to boot. Yes, this was the boss.

Ron got two shots in the head from the pistol I had picked up in the shop. Just like I had been taught. Tap, tap!

I turned to the boss and aimed at his left knee and fired.

Click!

Dead-man's click, out of ammo.

The boss thought so too, that without that gun I was a dead man. He had a massive smile on his face. A massive smile and a large automatic pistol, a big silver shiny one.

Come at me, closer, closer than that, I was thinking. I needed him within about ten foot. And come at me he did but stopped at fifteen feet away, still with that idiotic smile on his face. He knew he had won. He knew he was the victor here.

I had to try it but it would be risky, bloody risky if he went for a head shot.

I had other pistols but even though I was lightning fast he could still have me in the time it took me to draw one from a pocket.

It would have to be the 'Shadow' move. Easy enough if you are pumped up and less than ten feet from your assailant but this was not the case. This muppet was fifteen feet away and it would be risky.

My adrenaline was high though, I was almost swooning with the blood pumping so fast through my body.

I tried it and was behind him as he shot the pistol in front of him.

The 'Shadow' move is moving so fast you are like a blur, part leap, part run and only a move a high adrenaline Super-Soldier could make. The amazing speed given by the superpower was what made it even remotely possible.

That boss had been shooting at my blur. I hit him on the back of the neck with my pistol butt. I put him in his car and walked back away. A single shot ignited the petrol and his car seemed to lift into the air with the blast as it hit the petrol tank.

I quickly went back to the shop, left a fluffy green dragon on the floor and left the area.

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ayup

itsa you, Mysterious!

I'm gonna ask you some questions. you! are free to answer all of these questions, or some (or none, but I don't think that's gonna happen). if you don't want to answer a question, that's okay! all I ask is that you put something like n/a where the answer to that question would be :)

idk if I've asked you this, but what's ur favorite life series?

When did you start watching HC, and what season of Life did you start on?

are you into EPIC the musical?

what is your opinion on red velvet cake? I made some today and it looked rly good and also we made cream cheese frosting but the frosting had about a zillion tons of powdered sugar and it looked like my phone and I had done crack together

what is your time zone, if youre amicable to sharing

are you a blob shaped person, a person shaped blob, or a blob shaped blob? (person shaped people do exist, but you and I are Tumblr users. we're not without the blob)

Also do you think I'm a blob shaped person, person shaped blob, or blob shaped blob.

what is your favorite way to eat chicken (if you eat chicken)

do you wear glasses

what is your favorite school subject. opinion on science

what is your favorite time o' day

what is your favorite music album

favorite way to consume potats.

one of your favorite fanfics (if you read fics)

are your nails painted? if so what colors? (my left pointer, middle, and ring fingers are silver. all my other fingers are normal)

did you know that you're loved?

did you know that your hair and nails seem to grow after you die because the rest of your body is decaying faster?

what is your favorite animal?

my brain is currently a string of "chicken chicken chicken chicken chicken" and now it's "chicken chicken chicken chicken" but in Halsey's voice. and also there's a different radio station that's just repeating the last refrain of Guilty As Sin? doesn't go very well with the "chicken chicken chicken CHICKEN"

as I am currently falling asleep on my phone, it is time for me to go to bed

I leave you with one last thing

You are. my fire--

no seriously tho

you're awesome. don't let anyone tell you different :)

signing into orbit,

Royal :)

(I wrote this all last night and apparently never pressed the ask button lol)

ROYALLLL HELLOOOO :3

(also you so know that later at some point you're getting a random list of questions too)

Fav. life series: Definitely Double Life- I'm a Grian main, and usually with life series I also watch Scar, Pearl, Scott, Joel, and now Gem. But I absolutely ADORE literally every pair in that series. I mean, the divorce quartet, Desert Duo, The Ranchers, Boat Boys, SO MUCH ICONIC STUFF HAPPENED THERE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

When did you start watching Hermitcraft? I started watching it at the beginning of season six, watching Grian!! Hermitcraft was the first ever minecraft stuff I ever watched on YT acutally- and I've watched the life series since the very beginning as well.

EPIC the musical? RAHHHH I WILL LISTEN TO IT I PROMISE AKFNEANUIJ. My friends keep begging me and I WILL I just haven't had the time yet- I'm a major Greek mytholgy nerd tho so I will probably like it lol

Red Velvet cake? Uhm- I wouldn't suggest doing crack with your phone, but yeah it's okay. It just tastes the same as chocolate to me, and chocolate's my favorite so I guess it's also my favorite...? I've only had it like twice. Also, I don't like frosting/icing cause Bad Texture™

Time Zone? My time zone is EST :P

I am a person shaped blob. I am not a person. Just blob in a skin suit.

You are also person shaped blob. But like, leaning more on the blob side than person-looking side.

Fav. way to eat chicken? CHIVETTA'S (I love chicken sm)

Glasses? Yea, I do wear glasses! Rn they're blue and black. Fun fact, my eyesight is so bad that I'm *technically* legally blind.

Fav. subject? ELA

Opinion on Science? I enjoy science a lot- espcically doing labs and expirments. And space and rocks. But not like. most of earth science. like weather and plate tectonics and junk. that's boring. I LOVE bio though.

Fav. time of day? Nighttime. Like, right around 10pm-2am specifically. It's so pretty outside, and it's cool out during the summer

Fav. music album? Okay this is hard I CANT CHOOSE JUST ONE- probably the Lemon Boy album by Cavetown, Paramore. By Paramore. (I don't understand why bands name albums after themselves) and rn I've been listening to the album Grief Chapter by Mother Mother until I suck every single bit of dopamine out of it.

Potats? Potats. Love them so much. Best food. So many amazing creations. Probably mashed potats, but I love baked potats too--

Fav. Fanfics? That's also so hard man- my favorite used to be like this Divergent High School AU that was never finished but I would check back every day when I was in 7th grade because I loved it so much, but currently it's either @insomnya777's bfop au or Leave Me Be which was a Grian fanfic THAT WAS SO SAD AND ANGSTY on wattpad (look I started reading fanfic there and its got good stories. dont come at me. i love ao3 too) by Hollie_is_cool

Nails painted? I used to get my nails painted a lot but I would always pick the polish off the day after so I stopped

Did you know that you're loved? I actually think I do. I still struggle with believing it sometimes, but yeah. Yeah, I do. And it's amazing <3

I...also did not know that. That's weird. But also cool.

Fav. animal? WOLFIESSSSSS or FOXIESSSSS!!! Wolves because they're just silly lil guys like foxes but they also represent my personality a lot- and I'm not talking lone wolf. I'm talking about the way wolves actually act. How wolves are pack animals, and need to be looked after but also care for their packs so so much, and have lifelong partners. How wolves are incredibly intelligent and are protective of the ones they love, and how they feel lost when they're alone. It is not a wolf's natural state to be alone.

CHICKENCHICKENCHICKENCHICKENCHICKEN

hehe I love how you do the signing into orbit thing it's genuinely so cool akrgjirsdh- also, I want you to know that you're so fucking incredible too, Royal, and I hope you know that you're loved so much too- I was so excited to get home today so I could type a proper response to this lol I love your random questions and just genuine care and love for the people you know. It's amazing :3333

ALSO SIDE NOTE OUR SCHOOL DID THAT TOO WITH THE LIL PLASTIC DUCKS BEFORE??? BUT IN THE CHORUS ROOM?? And our chorus teacher did a complete 180 and made them his lol

#mysteriousanswers #rambling #idk how else to tag this #royal you might get inbox spammed with questions at some point #just warning you

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