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sideblog-hazbin-hotel-fics · 9 months ago

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The Announcement of Hell's Spare

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Ship: Lucifer/Alastor Warning: Mpreg prompt, someone wanted Charlie to have a baby sibling via Luce getting knocked up Alastor.

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"You've been away, Your Majesty," Alastor greeted in an accusatory manner when he finally saw Lucifer enter the hotel. Though no one dared to ask him, Alastor has obsessively kept track of how long it's been since the last time Lucifer's been at the hotel.

"I haven't been feeling well..."

"...you're an angel. King of Hell. You can't be ill."

"Not normally, no."

"Were you hurt? Has Heaven been bothering you?" Alastor demanded. Even if he wasn't proud of how his battle went, didn't mean he wasn't invested in the fight still. Now more than ever since his thing with Lucifer has become what it has. Thinking about Lucifer getting into some sort of trouble on his own away from everyone made his blood boil. Lucifer wasn't as permanent of a fixture at the hotel as the rest of them now were. Lucifer had responsibilities and a palace that was deeply rooted in enchanted power that was drool-worthy. For as many Sinners who would fall to Lucifer's feet, there were also those stupid or bold or angry enough to try and harm him at a chance of bettering their situation.

"No, not like that. If anything, if I'm ill it's your fault!"

"My fault? However is that it my fault?"

"Because when I said I'm ill, I meant I'm pregnant!" Lucifer hissed.

"...what now?"

Lucifer sighed, far too exhausted to deal with Alastor's shock. He wasn't sure how the demon would react to it, but he was prepared to be a single father. He's had enough practice of it already with Charlie after his and Lilith's split. So he told Alastor the facts, "I felt strange. It's been a good two hundred years since it happened, so it's been a while, but then it became familiar. I did a few tests and...it's positive. I'm expecting."

"A child?"

"Yes."

"Our child?"

Lucifer sort of expected a form of this question. Though he expected Alastor to call it just his, or ask if Lucifer was sure it was Alastor's at all. Yet, the deer demon was calling it their child. "Yes."

"...are there royal protocols in place? Will it be a royal? Or will it just be known as a bastard?"

"My child will not be a bastard!"

"...did you just ask me to marry you?"

"..." Lucifer felt his face heat up at that. Regaining his composure, he cleared his throat and said, "I meant to say...this child will have the same title and perks as Charlie did. They will be a Morningstar. Prince or Princess of Hell."

"And me?"

"...I won't force you to do anything you don't want. I'm damned for giving Free Will and will maintain it as a vital part of who I am. You're free to do as you wish."

"Then expect me to move into the palace."

"What?"

"Unless you're planning on moving more permanently into the hotel. We can work things around and have our rooms connected. Expand to make room for the child. At first, they won't need much, but they will need their space."

"You're...not freaking out?"

"I'm surprised. But you're not a liar, my dear. If this was just another attempt at bantering with me, this is not a topic you'd play with. There's no reason for you to say you are with child unless it's true. I'm also very aware of how and when this might have happened."

"Right. So. I'm pregnant. It's yours. And we're keeping it."

"And raising it. Together."

"Right."

"...do you want me to be the one to tell darling Charlie she's going to be an older sister?"

"Please."

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"Holy fuck, don't do that!" Lucifer cried out when he woke up and found Alastor hovering over him.

"You didn't notice me come in. Nor feel I've been here for the last fifteen minutes."

"You were watching me sleep like some voyeuristic creep?" Lucifer deadpanned as he sat up properly and stretched a bit.

Alastor took the chance to sit next to him. He was gripping his staff firmly if only to help resist the urge to reach out and either wrap his arm around Lucifer or maybe even place his hand over the belly. Their relationship was a lot more about heated moments and fun arguments escalating to situations neither of them really expected.

"You're the king of Hell and are now with child. You should have more protection."

"I'm in my daughter's hotel. The only people in here are the people she trusts. And you," Lucifer stifled a yawn but also gave him a soft teasing smile.

Alastor frowned," I'm serious. I could have killed you."

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that, dearheart."

"Lucifer."

It was part of their game to call each other names. Insults that have become almost terms of endearment. Actual names...showed seriousness.

Lucifer sighed and turned to face Alastor properly, "A royal baby that's part angel, part...begrudgingly powerful overlord...takes a lot of energy. I get tired more easily. It's why I'm here. And not at the palace. When we rebuilt the hotel, I added extra layers of protection. It's not as safe as my palace, but it's safe enough for Charlie. And it's safe enough for this little one too."

"That still leaves you being...not to your usual strength," Alastor said quietly. There was a long pause before he dared to finally reach out and hold Lucifer's hand in his. "How dangerous is this for you?"

"I...don't know. Hellborns aren't exactly rare. But this isn't the typical case. But let's not forget who I am, okay? I'll be fine."

"Of course you will. Because let's not forget who I am. I'm going to take care of you. And you're going to let me."

"Hey! I am still king! You can't tell me what to do!"

"No, but I can tell Charlie you're not taking care of yourself and her puppy eyes will have you yielding in seconds."

"Cheater."

"Hmm," Alastor only smiled. If that was cheating, it wasn't beneath him if it guaranteed making this easier for Lucifer.

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"I need your help, if you have a moment."

Charlie literally dropped all the papers she had in her hands and rushed up to her dad, "Of course! What do you need? Is everything okay? Is it the baby?"

Alastor telling her about the pregnancy had been...a thing. She went through a whole roller coaster of emotions that ranged from disbelief to panic to excitement to...plenty more. Once she processed that her father and Alastor had been more involved than she could ever imagine, she did go into a weird mourning stage in realizing that her old family she dreamed would one day magically heal and be what she dreamed was probably not going to happen, she began to accept the new reality.

The responsibility she took upon herself in the attempt to help her people helped her have more insight. The people in her hotel were more than just a project. They were her friends, if not already family in her eyes and heart.

And now she was going to be a big sister!

It was still a secret, though Vaggie learned about it because she just needed someone to talk to! She understood why it wasn't something to talk openly about that went beyond how annoying gossip could be.

Alastor also warned her about her dad being weakened by providing a lot of his strength to the baby. She saw it more since she was looking for it, but she wasn't the only one. Some were concerned something deadlier was going on that Lucifer was dealing with that they weren't privy to.

"Whoa, there. Breathe, sweetie. Everything's fine. I'm fine, baby's fine, you're fine! We're all fine."

"We're all fine!" Charlie repeated.

"Right. Now, look. We can't keep this a secret forever. I'm dreading the initial reactions but I'm preparing for it as best as I can. If anything, I can just go back to the palace until the birth."

"Alastor's already kind of preparing for that anyway."

"He is?"

"We've been talking," She informed him.

"Huh. Okay. We'll talk more about that later. Before we go off on any more tangents, let me get to the point. This is Hell. Wedlock bullshit doesn't matter with us because why would it? Your sibling will be a prince or princess as much as you are. Title, perks, respect. All of it."

Charlie smiled, "Good."

"We are the royal family. When these things happen there are usually announcements and such. I don't know yet if Alastor will want all of Hell to know just yet his involvement, but you're my daughter, my heir, and their older sister. There may be an announcement I'll make once I start showing if I don't plan to keep inside, but once the baby is born, I want you to stand next to me as I present Hell to its second in line. Will you?"

"Of course!"

"Good. And sweetheart?"

"Yes?"

"You can go ahead and tell anyone else in the hotel if you really want to."

"Oh thank you! Thank you, thank you, I have been trying so hard!"

"I know. And I appreciate it. But I can also see how hard it's been for you, so if it comes up...you can."

Charlie hugged him in response.

The next time he walked through the lobby, which was about an hour later, he felt everyone's eyes on him.

He stared at all of them with an unimpressed expression, "Alastor will take the questions, not me." Then he turned around and made it back to his suite.

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"You want me to go back to the palace don't you?" Lucifer asked while he rested in Alastor's arms as they lay in his bed.

"It's safer for you there."

"I hate being away from Charlie..."

"It won't be like last time. She'll visit more. We'll visit too when possible."

"We?"

"You're not getting rid of me."

Lucifer chuckled and smiled. Lifting his finger to one of his sharp teeth, he bit down hard enough to draw blood and then offered it to Alastor. The deer demon held Lucifer's hand before gently, and rather sensually, licking the dripping blood that ran down the digit before taking the tip of his finger into his mouth and suckling until the wound healed. Alastor pressed a kiss to the tip of the finger, and then the inner palm, and then kissed Lucifer's knuckles. "I'll miss how delicious you taste, darling..."

"Why would you miss it? Aren't you basically latching on and becoming my shadow?"

"I'm not taking the literal life essence from you or our child," Alastor deadpanned.

"Pft. Boo."

"You want me to bite into you?"

"...yeah. I like it. You do it well."

Alastor cupped Lucifer's cheek and they stared into each other's eyes. The heat that's usually there was present, but also something new. Maybe something that has been there for a while but they're now willing to see. Alastor leaned in and kissed Lucifer. Gently at first, but it slowly turned into a make-out session that slowly became more hungry and passionate.

When they pulled apart, they continued to steal kisses between shared pants of breath.

"My, my your Majesty, we might be recreating our child's conception all over again."

"Oh, there's no might about it dearheart."

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"You asked about royal protocols. We usually present the latest heir together as a family. Charlie said she'd be with me...will you be there too? Or will you remain in the shadows?" He liked to bask in the post-glow bliss, but this was something that had been on his mind for a while. So though he felt fully sated and more than content, he turned his full focus and attention to Alastor.

Alastor simply pulled Lucifer closer still until Lucifer was on top of him again. His possessiveness over the King of Hell has only grown and it was becoming harder to remain subtle about it. "No nightmare of Hell nor army of Heaven could keep me away, darling."

#long post #mpreg fic #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #radio apple #lucifer/alastor #don't like don't read

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year ago

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Guess Who's back ✨

Anyways..What would Jeff be like if he found out Reader was pregnant?

AGHHH I LOVE GETTING TO WRITE FOR DOMESTIC SITUATIONS!!

Weddings, babies, moving in together i love it all 💗

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Jeff finding out you're pregnant

Jeff has always been firm on the notion that he does not want kids

He thinks kids are annoying and gross and stinky

And there's also some insecurity of him not being able to be a good dad, considering his job, his upbringing, even his appearance

All around, kids are a firm no for him

So when you begin experiencing morning sickness he kind of just denies the very possibility that you could even get pregnant

But you, being at least a little more reasonable than him, decides its better safe than sorry and goes out to buy a test

When you get back, you inform him that you're gonna take the test just to be sure to which he straight up laughs

"You won't need it, because I can tell you right now you're not pregnant"

And so, after a few minutes of waiting anxiously after taking the test, you look at the results and see....a positive

A hand goes to your stomach, the tears already streaming down your face

Jeff, who decided he would wait with you snatches the test and does several takes

He's honestly just speechless, he didn't even really think he could get anyone pregnant, which may have just been wishful thinking on his part

He looks at you, and you look at him

Your face is one of pure joy, and his is a mix of confusion, fear and disgust

"We aren't keeping it, right?" He asks after looking at your face for a while

You frown and smack his arm "jeff! How could you even suggest that?!"

"We aren't prepared for a kid! We've never even talked about it! Not to mention, what kind of life would that kid have?? Growing up in a house full of murderers and monsters, the kid's guaranteed to be fucked in the head!"

"You aren't even going to give this a chance?" You ask frustratedly "you created this with me, you know! The least you could do is take responsibility!"

He groans and storms out of the room, leaving you to cry alone

When he gets back he is less angry, and clearly just got done "blowing off some steam" made clear by the fresh blood on his hoodie

You aren't crying anymore, he comes into the room and sighs before sitting with you on your bed

You are both very quiet for a while, just sitting together

He finally speaks, but he doesn't look at you. He couldn't bear to

"I love you, you know? I just get....i just feel really scared right now because I don't know what to do. I'm not in control and that scares me"

You look at him and place a hand on his cheek "if you wanna get rid of it, then we can discuss our options?" You offer

He shakes his head "i dont wanna get rid of it....i just...i don't want to mess this up, you know?"

You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder "you won't mess it up..." you look at your stomach and then grab his hand and place it on your lower belly "if you love this baby as much as you love me, theres no way you could" you say looking up at him with a smile

He looks at your stomach and then at you "im still so, so scared" he whispers to you "i dont know anything"

You kiss his nose and press your forehead to his "it's ok. We'll learn together"

He smiles "ok"

After that first whole fight, he actually gets pretty excited about the baby!

You manage to pay slender to get a room that you can make into a nursery, and announce the news to your close friends

Jeff is always buying things for the baby. Toys, clothes, blankets, etc

He also loves to talk to the baby, telling your little one all about the day that he had and how much he loves them

He's still hates kids, but his kid is amazing

(Also authors note i wanna write more general preganancy hcs for jeff bc hes so silly)

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #jeffery woods #jeff the killer

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ronandreams · 5 months ago

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tag game! choose some of your favourite lyrics and list them below.

tagged by @henrywinteris and @nataliajames , thank you so much 💗

run - joji

I fell for your magic I tasted your skin And though this is tragic At least I found the end I witnessed your madness You shed light on my sins And if we share in this sadness Then where have you been?

as the world caves in - matt maltese

Oh, girl, it's you that I lie with As the atom bomb locks in Oh, it's you I watch TV with As the world, as the world caves in

francis forever - mitski

On sunny days, I go out walking I end up on a tree-lined street I look up at the gaps of sunlight I miss you more than anything I don't need the world to see That I've been the best I can be, but I don't think I could stand to be Where you don't see me

heaven - beyonce

We laughed at the darkness So scared that we lost it We stood on the ceilings You showed me love was all you needed

clementine - halsey

Wish I could see what it's like to be the blood in my veins Do the insides of all of my fingers still look the same? And can you feel it too, when I am touchin' you? And when my hair stands on ends, it's saluting you The blush in your cheeks says that you bleed like me And the 808 beat sends your heart to your feet Left my shoes in the street so you'd carry me

because of you - kelly clarkson

I watched you die I heard you cry every night in your sleep I was so young You should have known better than to lean on me You never thought of anyone else You just saw your pain And now I cry in the middle of the night For the same damn thing

family line - conan gray

Scattered 'cross my family line I'm so good at telling lies That came from my mother's side Told a million to survive Scattered 'cross my family line God, I have my father's eyes But my sister's when I cry I can run, but I can't hide From my family line

landslide - fleetwood mac (i also love the chicks version of this)

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?

i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

You and me have seen everything to see From Bangkok to Calgary And the soles of your shoes are all worn down The time for sleep is now But it's nothing to cry about 'Cause we'll hold each other soon In the blackest of rooms

stranger - olivia rodrigo

Oh, but I hope that you're happy, babe, you know I really do And God knows that I am the girl I am because of you You know I'll always think of you, I'll love you 'til the end of time You are the best thing that I'll ever keep so far out of my life

chlorine - twenty one pilots

I'm so sorry, I forgot you Let me catch you up to speed I've been tested like the ends of A weathered flag that's by the sea

bandito - twenty one pilots

Began with bullet, now add fire to the proof But I'm still not sure if fear's a rival or close relative to truth Either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you The softest echo could be enough for me to make it through

imgonnagetyouback - taylor swift

Bygones will be bygone eras fadin' into gray (fadin' into gray) We broke all the pieces but still want to play the game (oh) Told my friends, "I hate you but I love you just the same" Pick your poison, babe I'm poison either way

how did it end? - taylor swift

Say it once again with feeling How the death rattle breathing Silenced as the soul was leaving The deflation of our dreaming Leaving me bereft and reeling My beloved ghost and me Sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G

the smallest man who ever lived - taylor swift

In fifty years, will all this be declassified? And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden I would've died for your sins Instead, I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

in the mourning - paramore

Oh, in the mourning, I'll rise And in the mourning, I'll let you die In the mourning, all my sorries And it takes all my strength not to dig you up From the ground in which you lay, the biggest part of me You were the greatest thing, and now you're just a memory To let go of

tagging, if u want to: @hellshee, @dykejaskier, @burke-juliet, @joequinns, @heartwasglass, @munsonseds, @saintirulan, @coldasyou, @crowleyaj, @cavarage, @waddinghamhannah, @madalainepetsch, @frolencewelch, @pastandpresentselves. .

#tag games #tag game #kinga tag #henrywinteris #nat tag #nataliajames

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leahnardo-da-veggie · 7 months ago

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A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl: pt 3

If you're new to this series, check out part 1 here, and part 2 here! Also, if you like my writing, check out what else I've written! Enjoy :))

Dane sulked the whole way home, eyes downcast, feet dragging. His gelato melted in his hands, long after I had finished mine, and I watched him in awkward silence. It did neither of us any good to push him, I had realised. Dane would open up to me when Dane wished to do so.

His hand engulfed mine, a steady pressure against my palm. “Katherine,” he said finally, whence we approached his family home, “Are we in danger?”

My initial instinct was to laugh at his innocence, but the look on his face stopped me. There was a quiet fear beneath his skin, on his crumpled brows and tense body, a fear that belied his youth. I sighed and rested my head against his arm, stroking him like I would a kitten. “It will be alright,” I told him, in tones softer than I was used to. “Whilst I am around, they won't lay a finger on you.”

Dane bit his lip and unlocked the door. “Come in,” he told me absentmindedly, and I followed him into his home. “It's just…” He looked away, hunched ever so slightly into himself.

“You're frightened,” I finished for him, and smoothed a lock of his hair back.

“No!” He yanked himself away from me. “I'm not scared, alright? Just- You know-” He stuttered and trailed off again.

Young men and their insecurity, always needing to seem strong and brave. “Denying your emotions isn't gonna help anyone,” I told him flatly. “And if you weren't scared, you're more of a fool than I'd thought.”

Dane looked away. “There’s so many of them and only two of us,” he whispered, slumping onto the couch. “How can we fight them all?”

I settled next to him, smiling slightly. “We all die someday,” I offered. “And the worst they can do to you is kill you.”

He shot me a glare, and whined, “That's not helpful!”

With a shrug, I threw my hand around his shoulder. He was always so warm, like resting on the stones of the riverbank beneath the sun. “But it is, Dane. Don't fear Death. I’ve met him before, and he's a rather decent lad. Just like you,” I told him, squishing his cheeks. “Besides, I've been telling you about the dangers this whole time. Why fret now?”

“I'd never seen someone… Like that, you know? She wasn't human, and she knew you. Besides, she had those vibes! It was like she was a cryptid or something,” he told me, eyes wide with passion.

“That's because she is,” I replied. “Or something close enough to it. You were lucky she didn't notice you, you know? You're doing a damn good job at keeping up appearances, kiddo.” A better job than me, I thought bitterly. So much for being a perfectly normal schoolgirl.

Dane beamed at the praise. “I was practising every day, just like you told me to!” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Wait- Does that mean I passed the test?”

I considered it. He'd done well, that was for sure. I'd seen precious few youths who picked up subtlety and discretion quite as fast as him. Nonetheless, he was lacking in all other areas. His discipline faltered at every corner. He was atrocious at fighting. There was not a scrap of wisdom hammered into his brain.

Mrs C.'s ominous grin loomed in the back of my mind. With my and Dane's association, it would only be a matter of time before she picked him as her next target. When that time came, I would hardly be in a position to protect him, without shedding what precious little cover I still maintained.

“It will be difficult,” I warned him. “And it will hurt.”

With all the panache of immaturity, he jerked his head up and down. “I know,” he told me. “And I'll do it! Come on, you said I did well, didn't I?”

Damn that guileless faith on his face. I did not deserve it, did not deserve to hold this boy's fate in my hands, did not deserve his trust and affection. And I could not accept his blood on my skin, were he not ready for the attack that would eventually come.

“Alright,” I said softly. “Get ready. We do this at midnight.”

(Look at me using my brand new taglist for the first time!!)

Taglist: @coffeeangelinabox, @dorky-pals, @calliecwrites, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @shukei-jiwa

@thewingedbaron, @pluppsauthor, @cowboybrunch, @wylloblr, @possiblyeldritch

@ramitola, @urnumber1star, @fortunatetragedy, @bigwipscholar, @ratedn

@vampirelover890, @possiblylisle, @illarian-rambling (Anyone else who wants to get added can tell me in the comments, pm me, or send me an ask about it!)

#writeblr #writing #my writing #creative writing #writerscommunity #writing community #fantasy #spilled ink #short story #Horror

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brb-on-a-quest · 5 months ago

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Day Fourteen Day Fifteen Day Sixteen

im SOOOOO SORRY that I left you guys hanging those two days! *cries* the first one I genuinely forget, and the second I was too busy to do it- and I think that this is not the first time this might happen, since the farm (oh yeah, if you're not one of my regular followers, you should know I'm a farmhand lol) is picking up steam, during my down time Im trying to do more physical rest for my body to recover. which means unfortuantely, Ive been spending less time on here in general, and that my longer posts that take more time to write have had to pause for a while.

so, I'm sorry to say but this is the last day i'll be able to do this for a while, but maybe forever. I've had so much fun with it and loved to see everybody's different answers, and how we've all connected!! but for at least a few days/weeks, I need a bit of a break lol. if anyone wants to pick up this game again, with the same list of people I've given already or different ones, you are more than welcome to! and I'm not leaving Tumblr, I'm just not going to do this particular ask game anymore.

our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

thank all of you so much! I hope to return again maybe sometime! I wish you all the best :)

Awww no worries gracie! take care of yourself first. Def appreciate all the work it must've taken to come up with good questions. I'll be sure to haunt your inbox soon with hopefully some equally thought-provoking (or not) questions.

ok, actual question: our final question: what is something that you you want in your life, and what can you do to achieve it? what steps do you need to take to earn the life you see yourself living?

To be honest, this question has haunted me for the past...well since before high school. (has it really been almost 10 years since I was a baby highschool freshman?). To be also perfectly honest, my depression and anxiety were so bad I was never convinced I would make it as far as I did... which allowed me to put off answering the question for a long while until the Hour of College Applications approached.

Well, against all previous conceptions of my future, I am still alive and about to graduate in December (literally how) and set to walk across the beautiful stage in May to get my undergrad diploma with some kind of academic honors (I forget the Latin for it). Definitely not the highest GPA, but I am relatively proud of myself considering the effort and, for lack of a better phrase, blood, sweat, and tears that have gone into this. So, steps that need to happen in order to graduate

Pass classes (Preferably with A's but I'm also in a position where hopefully my self-esteem won't die with a B or 2).

Write and Finish my thesis (shaking crying throwing up I don't have enough capacity for this even if it's only 15 pages in Spanish)

Study and hopefully pass a GRE (graduate school readiness exam I think? 'cuz I'm told it's a good idea for master's school applications I can not stress enough how much I hate standardized tests and am so anxious about this that I haven't even opened my books yet, I've just been throwing myself into thesis research instead; I 'know not all schools require this but I'm going into something that's not my major, so I feel some kind of need to prove myself).

Apply to graduate schools for counseling!

Only four things... it shouldn't be so bad.... one would think... (can I please just skip to the part where this is over why do people call college the best years of my life).

The other thing I want to work on is just being a better person and in particular a better friend. My goal is therapy, particularly pediatric therapy because it's such a neglected area where I'm from and also in general I think because there tends to be stereotypes of "oh children can't have mental health problems." but doing that means I want to develop more compassion, friendliness, and patience and gentleness and actual listening skills while being assertive...yk an environment that nurtures personal and other's growth. Which is really hard. Progress has been made but still more to go.

#why is the imposter system so real #most days I don't feel like any of this is achieveable but I have literally no other plans so we will stick with this one #I just want to make people better #I want to help them help themselves #like I have been helped #ironically i've not actually had a good therapist yet #so part of me is also doing this out of spite #brb-rambles #brb-life

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armpirate · 1 year ago

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 40

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Aprox. time of reading: 11 minutes

Y/n could tell Jungkook was tense, it was perfectly seen on the way his jaw was clenched and his spine completely straight as he sat on the chair of the safe house. It wasn't like he usually had a bad posture, but he tended to sit more comfortably whenever they were at home. His eyes were also lost somewhere in the room, while the reverse of his index and middle fingers were caressing his own chin back and forth.

Seeing Yejun woke all the suspicions he could ever have on him. He was like his second son, protected under the big feathers of Jungho when his father died when trying to escape the cops during an operation in Busan.

Before his father died, Jungkook thought Yejun was the one who'd take his father's position in the family. Mainly because, unlike him, he'd blindly follow every order and would take every advice as if it was some holy word he couldn't omit. That boy was everything his father had ever expected of him. And the fact that he was in Spain, when neither of the Bangtan members claimed his presence there, smelled awfully bad. It also meant that the plan they all were getting ready for needed to be rushed.

Yejun was there to kill him and take his place.

—What are you thinking? —Y/n interrupted his thoughts, hugging him from behind.

—I'm just wondering what we should do today —he sighed.

—There are many things I could do with one spoon, so don't test my patience —she squeezed him tight, making him scoff weakly—. Tell me what's up.

—I'm worried —he admitted.

—Is it because of me?

Jungkook's silence was deafening for her. Going back and forth to that conversation made her feel like a burden. Sometimes she felt like she was one problem added to the long list he had to deal with.

—I told you I'll be okay —she assured him—. And it's not like you won't be here to make sure I am indeed okay —her head patted his—. Let's enjoy today. I want to forget about everything going on around us.

When she was about to stand back normally while she let go of him, Jungkook rushed to hold her wrists tight, making sure her arms wouldn't leave his neck -at least, not yet.

—I want to stay like this a bit more —Jungkook whispered.

He had never been needy, he had never pushed for contact with her, but that day he craved it like he'd go long without touching her. And while he knew it wasn't supposed to end that way, he was scared something would go the wrong way at some point. The other side rushing their moves forward, or even something about their plan missing could have a poor ending for them.

Y/n did move despite his petition to stay like that, surrounding the chair he was sat on to lie on his lap instead. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed when she was finally able to look at his face, and the glimpses of concern going through his eyes with every blink was breaking her heart.

—Don't look at me that way —she asked him, moving her fingers up his neck.

—Like what?

—Like this is the last time you're looking at me —trying to relax him, her fingers started playing with the locks on his nape.

He'd have loved to drop one bad joke, or a lame pick up line that could make her giggle, but his brain wasn't able to think of something else.

Again, his silence and the way his look intensified made a knot tie tight on her throat, making her aware that there was no way she could soften that day. There wasn't a word or action that she could make to ease his mind, and her worries were also breaking through all her barriers when she was aware there was no way to stop her thoughts.

Jungkook saw the way her chin trembled as she pressed her lips tight to hold back from crying. And as soon as she looked away, she saw something shiny falling from her face to her thigh. Holding her chin so she wouldn't hide her tears from him, he slowly moved her face back to him. She didn't need to hide her weakness or her pain, he knew the trouble she had been going through ever since she was told about the plan. She didn't need to build that thick rough facade for him either. She was still stronger than him, even if she broke out in worry in front of him like she was doing.

—I know I told you it was going to take a while until we got to the next step.

Y/n was only thinking how he shouldn't have reminded her, because it only made her chest burn even harder. She was calm thinking they would have more time, and that she could get to the idea of seeing him risking his life the way he was going to. But when he told her the previous night it had to happen earlier than expected, she didn't know how to feel and decided to save those thoughts for when the moment came, because she just wanted to spend time with him.

—And I know I've been so selfish to you already that I have no right to ask you for anything else —his thumb softly caressed the skin under her lower lip—, but have faith in me. I'll make it all work to be right next to you.

She didn't know if it was the soft tone in his voice, the hidden guilt behind his words, or the way his eyes were shining through the pain, but more tears piled in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably when she tried to say a word.

—If you die today, I'll die with you —she sobbed, hiding her face in his neck.

His arms wrapped tight around her body, holding her tight when her words threw some realization onto him. She was genuinely scared, to the point of not even making the effort of joking back like she had done other times, assuring him she'd kill him herself.

—I promise it'll be alright —he assured her—. And when this is over, I'll give you the life you deserve.

—Stop thinking about the life you think I deserve —she shook her head—, just promise me you won't be risking your ass again.

He scoffed at that comment, squeezing her body in his, trying to replace those sobs and snorts with some cracked giggles. It didn't have to be as sad as they were making it. He was certain he'd get back to her either way, he could tell she trusted him enough to know he wouldn't let a single thing get on his way when it came to being with her.

Everything would turn out well for the two of them. They needed to think that way.

✸ ✸ ✸

They both spent the day outside, like it was planned. His hand held tight on hers as they walked, followed by two of his guards from afar. From outside, it seemed like a normal couple on an average day, but they both knew it was far from average. There was nothing relaxing about it, there was nothing to enjoy that day.

His phone buzzed in his pocket with a message that warned him Yejun had been spotted in the area where they were, and it was like he had been waiting to feel the vibration the whole morning -or since the plan started to work. It was the last warning he needed to get the chain of events to start off.

His lips gave her the most tender kiss, almost as if he was really thinking he'd never kiss her again. It was one last taste of what happiness felt like, before he had to give up on it -even if it was only for a few weeks. There were many ways the plan could go wrong, and he just needed one last motivation to step out and put an end to everything that had been hurting the two of them.

—I'll see you in Seoul in three weeks —he caressed her cheek.

—Don't do anything stupid until I get there.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, hinting at what he was about to do.

—I mean aside from this.

Jungkook kissed her forehead for one last time, before he patted his head. His expression changed as he started making his way to the car, the same one where Yejun was caught moving away from and the same one where one of his bodyguards was trying to keep him next to. There was only one place for traitors, and Jungkook was willing to show him a burning taste of it.

—Is there a problem? —he asked, once he reached the two men.

—I was telling Yejun that you wanted him to go in the same car as you.

Jungkook nodded, poking his hands inside his pockets before his eyes landed on the young boy in front of him. While he tried to show himself calm, his eyes were radiating a panic he wasn't able to control.

He wasn't supposed to know he was there. Jungho assured him no one would know, and no eyes would be on him. He only needed to do one last thing to get Bangtan to be the family he knew before Jungkook took over it, but what he was aiming to do turned upside down when he was told to join the boss in the car.

—It's better if I go in a different car —he stuttered.

—I told you to get in the fucking car —Jungkook stepped ahead, standing just centimeters away from him—. Is there any reason why you can't?

Yejun gulped thickly, taking a quick look at the black Audi next to him. Giving one look to the tall man standing at their left, he gave one last order without having to speak up.

It was the beginning of the end for all the games and twisted acts everyone around him had pulled.

The young boy held onto his jeans tight when Jungkook sat next to him. He was caught, and he was trapped in the same coffin he had prepared for him, and there was no way out.

—For how long?

—What?

Jungkook sighed, twisting his head before he turned to look at Yejun. He understood the question perfectly, and the intention behind it , there was no point in repeating it, yet he did.

—For how long have you known my father was alive? Or, better, for how long have you been in contact with him?

There was a heavy silence, where the only thing that was heard were the drowned voices from the people in the street.

—Since the beginning —he sighed—. He knew you wouldn't be able to keep up with the leadership.

—So he faked his death to put me on a test? —his pierced eyebrow raised with his question.

The attack never made sense for him. Because, even after looking into it, there was no reason for the other families to put that type of attack on Bangtan. The idea of him being so twisted to put him through all of that, at such a young age, only because he wanted to test him like a rat in a lab just reinforced the kind of man Jungkook knew his father was.

—I told you having Y/n around wasn't a good idea.

He scoffed at that comment, not allowing him to react before he grabbed some of his locks by the scalp and smacked his head against the panel of the door.

—I'll tell you what's not a good idea —he sneered, picking him up by the hair, to see the trail of blood falling from his forehead—: thinking I'd allow any of you two to do any harm to her. You seriously thought you could set a bomb in my car and I wouldn't notice? Don't worry though, you'll comply with your mission. I'll die today, but you're dying with me.

—Jungkook, please...

But he didn't listen. Giving two knocks on his window, he ordered the man outside to take the driver's spot.

From afar, Y/n's calmness was suddenly interrupted by a huge explosion and several screams from the people that came from the area. The ground trembled for four seconds, but she lost touch with reality when she saw the smoke rising from behind one of the buildings. She was urged to run to the place, to check whether Jungkook was okay or not, but her movements were stopped by one of the bodyguards that had been looking after them during their morning. She tried to fight against him, but ended up giving up and falling to the ground when she knew it was of no help. Life stopped having any sound, she wasn't even able to hear her own voice when she screamed, still fighting the man that was just trying to make sure she'd be alright.

She expected anything to happen. When Jungkook told her he'd try to play with Yejun's attempt to kill him in his favor, she expected a fight, gunfire... anything.

—Please —she begged in between sobs—. Please, tell me he's alright. Please —her voice cracked with desperation.

She was wondering how he'd be able to escape the trap he settled himself in.

✸ ✸ ✸

3 weeks later

She heard the sound of her heels cracking the wooden floor she walked over, stopping in front of a grayish door that led to the basement.

—Is it here? —she asked, turning her serious expression to the Asian man next to her.

After that long trip she took to Seoul, after all the headaches she went through with the police during his funeral, there was only one thing she needed to fully recharge and gain strength to go on. She was sure she wouldn't be able to make it that way any longer.

—Yeah —Namjoon nodded, patting her back—. Good luck there. He's been here for three weeks, almost. He's probably a bit deranged at this point.

—I'll handle him —she assured him.

Raising his arms up in the air, he left it all in her hands. She just smiled, suddenly feeling nervous when her hand reached the knob. She was struggling to control her emotions just by the idea of seeing him, she knew she'd turn into a complete mess the second she stepped inside the room he was in.

She filled her lungs after a deep breath when the door clicked ahead of her, pushing it further to step inside the small room. The lightning was poor, barely illuminating anything inside of it despite there being plenty of daylight outside -and it made sense for her when she was aware there were no windows there.

—Hey, boss —she called him.

Her voice, along with that playful tone, worked like a siren voice on a pirate, making his head turn to her with a smile slowly forming on his face.

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krikeymate · 2 years ago

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Any AU, Ghostface is back. Tara gets stabbed. They’re just playing with her, though, so nothing life threatening. They tell Tara that they’re going to kill anyone she tells about this encounter. “Don’t believe me? Try me?”. Tara tells someone she’s not super fond of. She makes sure no one overhears them. The person is dead the next day. That gives us Tara, trying to deal with this on her own while hiding a literal stab wound (and maybe more) from Sam. Sam finds out pretty quickly, though. Tara’s terrified when she does because of the threat.

AU? Baby this is just Scream 7. Tara's got herself a ~staaalker~

She's home alone, Sam's working late tonight. She's been home for hours, she had no idea what was coming for her. She had no idea she wasn't alone. They were waiting for the right moment, they wanted her to be fully relaxed, calm and unexpecting. They grab her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other wraps around her to trap her arms. They kick at her legs, spreading them so she can't stabilise herself.

"Hello, Tara. Have you missed me?"

They can hear the way Tara begins to hyperventilate, see her chest begin to pound, but she still manages to get out a "fuck you!" They love that about her, it's why they chose her. So much spirit. A real wildfire. They'll enjoy breaking her.

They release her, throwing her to the floor. She tries to get up, to crawl away towards the door, calling out for help, and Ghostface can't do anything but laugh at the pathetic sight. They kick her back down and straddle her hips. "Shhh shhh shhh, we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us now, would we?" they coo at her, wrapping a hand around her mouth. Ghostface spots tears dripping over their gloved fingers, and it makes a rush flow through them. It's such a beautiful sight, they only wish they had a camera.

"I'm not going to kill you, Tara. I just wanted to introduce myself. See, I've been watching you for a long time. Longer than you might think, in fact, and I think you're finally ready to meet me. We've got a lot in common, you know."

The bitch bites down on their hand and they slam her head into the floor for it. "You'll clearly need a little training first, but we're going to do great things together."

"What the fuck are you on about?!" she yells, voice cracking.

"You'll see. But first, let's play a little game."

Ghostface draws the knife across her side, blood beginning to pool on the wooden flooring. "It's called Can Tara Keep Her Mouth Shut. I hope you're good at it, because you won't like what happens when you lose."

"Oh yeah, and what happens if I don't?" She attempts to sound confident, but her voice shakes. They'll teach her to lie better.

"Well, I'll kill whoever you tell, of course. I must confess, I hope you don't believe me. I'm so hungry, you see. It's been so long."

Ghostface sits up on their knees and flips the girl over, taking her by surprise once again. Now face to face, they can finally see her tear-stained face, see the fear in her eyes, the spark of defiance. It's delicious. They hold the knife to her throat, digging it in until it leaves a small cut in her skin. They grab at her scarred hand, thumb tracing the scar on her palm.

In a flash they lift the knife from her neck and drag it up her palm, digging into the scar, tearing it away. Ghostface relishes the way she screams, the way she tries to stop them, grabbing at their wrists.

They let her go, standing up. "Are you going to test me, Tara?" They walk backwards to the door, savouring the way she curls into herself on the floor. "You best clean yourself up quick dear, Sam is due home soon, isn't she?"

The girl's head snaps up at the sound of her sister's name. "Don't you fucking touch her," she snaps, getting to her knees despite the pain and her blood-slick hands.

"Well I won't need to, will I. It's not like she's going to find out about any of this, is she?"

She stands silently staring at them, and Ghostface knows she's gotten their message. "Until next time, my dear. I'll be watching."

#/mp #ask box #Scream #Tara Carpenter #AU: exit pursued by a ghost #my writing tag

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anti-the-glitch-bitch · 2 months ago

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You'll always be alive in my head

This is for prompt #4 Hallucinations. It gets really dark so fair warning.

TW: Character Death, Descriptions of decaying bodies, wounds, panic attack, blood

Summary: Clint is held captive after a mission goes wrong. Used as an experiment, he must face his fears and come to terms with wounds he'd thought had healed. Will he make it through or will his mind crumble under the pressure?

I really hope you like this. Please leave a comment if you do. It'll decide if I do this again next year.

Clint is going to kill Fury when he gets out of here. He knows Clint is better at long range than up close. Yeah, he can hold his own if he has to but it was always Nat that was great at close range combat.

Now, he's strapped to a table in some mad scientist's lab staring down said mad scientist.

Doctor Andrew Tachrive is currently trying to create a mind control device that controls what the poor victim sees. In order to do that he's been injecting people with a special chemical compound that activates certain parts of the brain.

Clint was supposed to grab a vial of the compound and try to get any information he could get his hand on.

Obviously something went wrong.

He never should have taken the mission. He should have told Fury to shove off.

He isn't Nat and now it's going to bite him in the ass.

“Come on Doc. I. Sure we can talk this out.” Clint says as he struggles against his binds.

He's strapped to a metal table with leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists. Neither give him any leeway to move. The strap across his chest keeps him from wiggling too much and the strap across his forehead keeps his head firmly positioned against the table.

Doctor Tachrive walks toward Clint t with a needle in hand filled with a neon blue liquid that Clint assumes is the compound. “What is there to talk about, Hawkeye? I have an Avengers in my lab to use as a test subject. This will provide wonderful results for my experiments.”

“You won't be getting any results when my friends find out where I am and blow the place up.” Clint says through gritted teeth.

The doctor chuckles standing just out of reach of Clint's hands. “How? The place has a tracker jammer in place. The trees are too close to the building to be seen from satellites properly. You are about to be incapacitated. So, Hawkeye. Please, tell me how your little friends are going to find me?”

Damn. He's got a good point. Even Shield struggled to find this place. Will they even notice something is wrong if he doesn't show up in a few days? God he hopes so. He really doesn't want to be injected with whatever that is but it's not looking too good right now.

“Tony's a smart guy. He'll notice if I miss another game night.” Clint is trying to bluff his way through now.

Tachrive scoffs as he prepares the area on Clint's arm for injection. Ripping an alcohol swab open he wipes down the crook of the arm thoroughly. When finished he looks at the Archer strangely.

“Perhaps your friends do find this place. Maybe they do rescue you and shit this place down.” He sticks the syringe into a vein and slowly injects the shot into Clint's arm. “It will be too late to save you from what's about to happen. It won't save you from what you're about to see.”

Clint has no words for that and just watches the doctor throw the syringe into a biohazard waste bin. Tachrive turns around to address Clint again. “I will be back in an hour to watch the reaction… Not that you will notice.”

Well, that's not ominous. Clint is really wishing he'd told the group where he was going when Steve had asked.

He's really wishing he'd told Fury to fuck off.

Clint is expecting something to happen far sooner than it does. He spends most of that time trying to figure his way out. It's not until the twenty minute mark that he starts noticing anything weird.

A child's voice rings out, faintly sounding as though it came from down the hallway. It sounds like a young boy yelling out for his dad. The kid only calls out a few times before fading away. The voice almost sounded like Cooper but that's impossible. Right?”

A small shot of doubt and fear shoots through Clint making him struggle against his binds harder. It works as well as it did the first time, which is, not at all.

Five minutes later he swears he hears Lila screaming for him. Begging for him to save her. The terror in her voice, as she screams for Clint, makes his face pale. How did this guy find them? If his daughter is here then the boy crying out earlier was absolutely Cooper. Oh god. Do they have Nathaniel or Laura? What’s the sick bastard doing to them?

Fear and adrenaline spark through his entire body. Clint frantically pulls at the cuffs but the most they do is rattle where the links meet the table. He growls in frustration at his helplessness. He has no weapons he can reach. His wristbands have been taken off so the cuffs would fit.

They have his family and he’s stuck here completely useless. Father of the year right here.

“Let me out! Let my family go! They have nothing to do with this.” Clint screams.

“Are you sure about that, Legolas?” Clint looks over at the doorway only to see Tony Stark.

Tony is leaning against the doorway wiping his glasses off with his t-shirt, his watch glinting in the harsh light. He’s watching Clint with an eyebrow raised.

“What are you doing just standing there? Help me get out of this thing.” Clink kicks out as much as he can in emphasis.

Tony doesn’t move at all. He simply hangs his glasses from his shirt and continues to stare down the archer.

“What the fuck are you doing? My kids are in trouble!” Clint yells out in frustration, unable to keep still.

“Some father you are. You can’t even keep your kids safe. I’m surprised your wife never divorced you when this all started. Hell, you’re pretty useless as an Avenger.” Tony says this as if he’s talking about the weather or a grocery list.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Stop standing there and doing something useful, Tony!” He’s panicking in the worst way just thinking about what his kids might be going through.

“Laura was one helluva Shield agent. To think she was one of the best and gave it all up for you. And then you didn’t even have the decency to keep your family safe.” Tony walks into the room glancing around the place. “ She's a great mom and she'd have made an amazing Avengers. I doubt she'd have even blinked twice at keeping you family safe.”

That cut Clint to the quick because Tony is right, isn’t he? She'd been at the very top and had given it all up so she could stay home and raise the kids. While he's doing what? Gallivanting all over the world? He's barely home anymore and it kills him.

Another scream echoes along the hallway and it sounds exactly like Laura. The terror in her voice shakes Clint. She's a seasoned agent. It takes a lot to make her sound like that. What are those monsters doing to her?

“Laura? Laura, baby just hold on! I'll get you out of here!” Clint screams as loud as he can.

Clint is scratching at the cuffs around his wrists like a wild animal. With the little momentum he has he jerks his legs back and forth trying to break the ankle cuffs. All it does is wear him out.

Tony watches him while sitting on a little stool until Clint stops wheeling himself over to where Clint can see him.

“Well. That was a life dramatic and anticlimactic. I don't think you're getting out of this one, Legolas.” With a little smirk Tony boops Clint's nose.

Clint growls, “I would if you'd untie me instead of acting like this is some kind of fucking vacation! That's my family they're hurting. What would you do if that was Pepper?”

“Oh, I'd burn this place to the ground but I'm not the one strapped to the table. Am I?” Tony shrugs and gets up. “While this has been absolutely riveting, I do have better things to do. I can't just sit around all day listening to people screaming.”

What? Is Tony about to leave? Is he seriously about to leave Clint and his family in this place?

No.

No, that can't be right. Tony wouldn't do that. The guy has a lot of faults but he'd never abandon someone in need. Especially a fellow Avenger.

But… those things he said.

“Tony! You can't leave. At least get my family out of here. Please!” The desperation in Clint's voice is palpable. “Tony!!”

The genius doesn't say anything as he walks toward the doorway. No matter how much Clint begs and screams, the man leaves.

A guttural scream builds up in Clint's throat. All that fear, frustration, and helplessness building up into a horrible noise.

The screams of his family are getting louder with Nathaniel’s voice added into the group to create some sort of sick harmony. The intermingling voices are driving Clint insane and can’t help but wonder what god he angered to have his family tortured like this with no reprise.

He’s watching the doorway for any sign of his family or their tormentors when a familiar figure walks past the door, red hair with blonde tips fluttering in the air as she quickly walks by.

It’s not possible. He watched her die. His heart broke the day that she sacrificed herself for him. His best friend wouldn’t have just walked by alive and indifferent to him strapped here. This has to be a ploy. A trick by his captors to break his mind.

With the screams of his wife and kids echoing in the room, Clint fears it might be working.

“Nat!” He screams out to the illusion on the off chance that it’s real.

“You dont deserve to say that name.” a female voice with a Russian accent says with such disgust.

Turning his head toward the voice as much as he can his heart nearly stops.

No longer does he see the sterile lab he’s trapped in. No, he’s back on Vormir, breathing in the thick air again. Yelena, Natasha’s sister is standing on the edge of that forsaken cliff casually balanced on the balls of her feet. She’s wearing the same clothes he saw her in last. Her arms are crossed and the look of disgust on her face makes Clint feel like a bug.

“You don’t deserve to utter her name.” Yelena snarls, “Not after you killed her.”

“No! I tried to catch her. I did everything I could to save her. It was supposed to be me.” It’s a conversation they’ve had before and he thought they were past it but the anger in her voice tells him otherwise.

“You could have done more. Should have done more. Now, I will never see her again.” Unshed tears shimmer in Yelena’s eyes. “I will never get to see my sister again.”

“You know… He let your family die so I say we show him what that pain feels like.” Kate Bishop is standing off to the side with her bow notched and ready to be used.

Clint’s heart falls seeing his family kneeling before Kate and Yelena. They have their backs to him but what he sees is enough. Each of them has their arms tied behind their backs. Their clothes are ripped and he can see bruises and blood covering every inch of their exposed skin.

Clint cries out for them but they don't turn around. It’s as if he doesn’t exist. Maybe he doesn’t. Everything seems to be out of place and surreal and yet at the same time what if his doubt is wrong and it gets his family killed?

His mind is cracking under the pressure.

“I’m not sure how you fooled me into thinking you’re such a great role model but I think it’s time to rectify that,” Kaye says cheerfully as she aims her bow at Lila.

“NOOO!!” Clint screams. “Please, Kate. I don’t know what I’ve done wrong but don’t take t out on them. They’re innocent. Let them go!”

“You let me die, Clint. That’s what you did wrong. I loved you like family and you didn’t save me.” Natasha walks into view as if she’s been there the whole time.

Except it’s not possible. She’s dead.

His best friend. His sister. His family is standing in front of him looking just as she did when she jumped off the cliff. He’d hug her if it wasn’t for the fact he’s still strapped down. Instead, his frustration spills out of him as tears.

“Nat, this isn’t possible. I watched you die.” Clint’s voice is full of disbelief.

Natasha scoffs and cocks the gun she pulls out of her thigh holster. “No thanks to you. Which is why your family has to die.”

With swift movements, Natasha and Yelena shoot Laura, Cooper, and Nathaniel in the head while Kate shoots Lila in the head with an arrow.

Clint screams and struggles to break free as each member slumps forward, blood instantly pooling around their bodies from the wounds. The screams elicited from Clint are those of a broken man. Of a man whose been betrayed by those he trusts.

His mind crumbles and he throws himself around as well as he can, like a wild animal trapped in a cage. There’s no rational though as he howls with pain and claws at his binds.

The binds fall away like magic though Clint doesn't question it. Instead, he scrambles off the table trying to get to his family as close as possible.

The blood is easier to see the closer to them he gets. Each pool of blood flowing closer to the others and then joining together like a small pool of red liquid. Each wound is just as prominent as the others.

Clint drops to his knees at the closest person which just so happens to be Lila. He grabs at her still warm body drawing it onto his lap, almost hugging it as he sobs.

“I'm so sorry.” He cries as he kisses her blood soaked hair. “It's my fault. I'm so so sorry.”

He's oblivious to the world around him as he gently rocks his dead daughter back and forth.

“This is your fault, Clint.” Nat squats next to him putting her hand on his shoulder. “If you had taken my place, none of this would have happened. Your family would still be alive.”

“Dad?” Lila's eyes are open and focused on Clint's face. Her skin is a pale only the dead can have and her eyes have lost all color. “Why didn't you save us? You're a superhero. An Avenger. Why did you let us die?”

Clint gasps in disbelief. He watched Lila die. He can feel her skin cooling as she lays in his lap. The arrow from Kate's bow is still protruding from Lila's head.

“How is this possible?” His voice is thick with tears. “I… I watched you die?”

She doesn't answer. Simply looks up at him with those dull eyes, blood leaking down her face from the wound creating the only color on her. Movement in Clint's periphery has him looking over at Laura. She started sitting up as if she wasn't dead just seconds ago. Yet, when she looks over at him he can still see the oozing bullet hole in the middle of her head.

“Look at what you've done to us, Honey.” Laura says as she gets up. “You've killed us.”

A sob breaks free as he listens to the accusations being thrown at him. He did kill them didn't he? Maybe it wasn't by his hand but if he had tried harder to save Nat then his family wouldn't have been murdered.

“Dad?” If you loved us you would have saved us.” Copper is standing up helping his brother do the same.

All Clint can do is repeat the same broken apology over and over again. He sits on the Stoney ground sobbing as his family and friends encircle him. Nat and Yelena pick Clint up under the arms and force him to stand on his own two legs.

The longer he watches each of them the more he notices how all of their features change. His wife's hair starts to fall out in clumps while Nats skin grows gray and clammy, eventually peeling backwards as it decays, exposing the muscle and tissue underneath. An eyeball falls out of Cooper's eye socket and Nathaniel has less teeth than before. Lila's nose is gone exposing the bone underneath.

The cacophony of voices grows louder and he can see the crowd surrounding him has grown larger. Even with faces half decayed he recognizes them. Some are from Shield missions gone wrong while others are innocent victims killed while he was trying to save the world as an Avenger.

The noise of each accusation merges together to create a wall of blame. It presses down on him and cocoons him in a wall of guilt and regret. It's well placed blame that he deserves because it is his fault. It's his fault that they're dead. He could have done so much more. Should have done so much more.

Clint spins in circles, tear filled eyes flickering from face to face as he tries to continually spit out apologies while choking on the sobs trying to break free. He's nearing levels of hysteria and insanity as his sobs are closer to screams.

Something pricks his neck and he tries to slap the area but the crowd closes in and attacks. They grab at his clothes and lbs causing his reflexes to kick in.

Clint fights against the decaying of his loved ones as a spotty darkness enshrouds his vision. It only takes a few minutes before he lacks the energy to continue his fighting. His energy lags so much that if it wasn't for the crowd constantly grabbing at him he would have fallen to the floor. The spotty darkness soon takes over his vision completely and he falls unconscious listening to the screams of the dead and living alike.

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Clint wakes up confused. There's the smell of cleaning chemicals and the sound of beeping that tells him he's in a hospital but he doesn't know how he got here. Slowly, opening his eyes against the barrage of light in the room, Clint blinks rapidly. He can tell he's in the media at the compound; he just doesn't know how he got here.

“Glad to see you're awake.” The familiar voice draws Clint's attention to the doorway.

Clint groans as he tries to remember what happened and how he got here. “Hey, Steve. How long have I been out?”

Steve Rogers moves closer to the bed and hands Clint the small cup of water that was on the table next to him. “A few days. We had to keep you under sedation.”

Clint struggles to process that. Under sedation? What the hell for? “Why was I sedated? Actually, how did you find me? I was in the middle of a Shield mission.”

Steve grabs one of the visitor chairs put in the room and drags it over to the bed, seemingly struggling with something if the expressions on his face are anything to go by. He seems to finally settle on something when he takes a seat.

“What's the last thing you remember Clint?” Steve says with a soft calm voice.

Clint squints his eyes at Steve in suspicion and confusion but answers anyway. “I was sneaking into a scientist's lab. I had just managed to get past the security and was working my way inside when…”

What did happen? Why was he having such a hard time remembering? Was it a side effect of the sedation? An echo of a scream bounces around his memories but he can't place where it's from.

“Why don't I remember? Steve, what happened that I needed sedating?”Clint asks.

“Fury called the team when your tracker went offline. The place was so well hidden that it took us a few hours to even find the place. When we finally found you, you were strapped to a table screaming about something and trying to break free. I got the straps and cuffs off you and you ran over to one of the security guards Bucky shot screaming about how sorry you were. It was like you were seeing something completely different.” Steve whispers as if that would soften the blow.

As Steve talks small bits and pieces of memory flash in Clint's mind causing him to gasp in pain.

Seeing Nat again.

His family's death.

Their decaying bodies shambling towards him like zombies.

“Friday! Call Laura. Call her cell.” Clint shouts as panic sets in.

“What's wrong Clint? What's going on?” Steve asks.

Clint doesn't answer until Laura's voice comes through the ceiling confused. “Laura, you're safe.”

“Of course I'm safe, Honey. Clint, what's wrong?” The worry in her voice comes through clear.

He sighs in relief. It wasn't real. His family is safe. “Sorry, Laura. Just a mission gone wrong. I'll be home whenever I'm cleared from the medbay.”

“Is it serious?” She asks.

“Mad scientist injected me with some hallucination chemicals to figure out how to mind control people. I'm fine now. I promise.” Clint says it with the utmost confidence praying to whoever will listen that it's true.

Steve nods his head in confirmation.

“Can't you have normal problems like, I don't know, maybe getting shot?” Laura laughs, “as long as you're okay. I love you.”

“I love you too. Give the kids a hug for me.”

“I will. Now I'm sure you need to do a million other things before you can come home. Text me when you're on the way.”

“You're right I do. I'll let you know.”

They say their goodbyes and when the call has ended Clint sighs in relief. He looks at Steve and gives another sigh but this one is tired and weary.

“I'll tell you what I know and then I am going to get some answers.” Clint says.

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Two days later and Clint is finally out of medbay and ready to leave. Whatever chemicals were on that syringe took an awful long time to clear out of his system. He'd have mild hallucinations and start screaming about something terrible he was seeing. Doctors or one of his friends would have to calm him down.

It happened less and less as the stuff was flushed from his body until he'd finally gotten the all clear sign. He absolutely knows he's going to have nightmares about this and he's prepared to deal with the fall out.

The wound he thought had healed at losing Nat feels like it's been ripped open and is bleeding again. It's going to take time for such a raw wound to heal again but he'll get there.

She'll always be alive to him in his head.

#avengers #clint barton #hawkeye #kate bishop #yelena belova #whumptober2024 #you can fit so much trauma in this bad boy #hallucinations

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tounderstandthesoul · 5 months ago

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Chapter 3: The Feeling to Starve

Anything to Survive Nothing More

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Feelings come... Heavy emotions (depressions) are coming for Angel... Well i don't know if this chapter needs a viewer discretion but it will be a little 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲. ---

Angel Pov:

It's dark... far too dark... to think that children used to play here...cruel.Children... right here in these colourful halls and rooms, in some of them a lamp is still lit.

I have to be quiet, after all I'm in a smaller form than usual, a toddler. If I made my legs bigger it would be better because of the bigger steps...but they would also be louder. Louder footsteps here in the neighbourhood of the founder's office... Apart from this Mother toy, would be dangerous.

Finally the sensor corridor here, the employees always used their Grabpack to close the game station, so I'm sure I've already covered a lot of ground. At least that's what my feet say, they feel like they're about to fall off, damn.... Why does everything always hurt so much?

Hang on... does my hand even work on the sensors? no, I have to try it and if not I have to cross this metal sheet somehow, is there any other way? I have to think while I'm doing this, I look at the pipes on the left and right... then I realise how high this room goes???.

I wish I'd been here more often...instead of Playcare, where only the children come without their parents. But 'do I even have parents?' I can hardly remember anything other than all the tests here and the hour... that brought all this here in the first place. The Hour of Joy I don't even want to think about the Entire Death... and the all the blood...

I feel slightly nauseous already, 'no I have to keep going' It's like a reflex with my ability I stretch my arm out like it's a couple of metres long and just mentally imagine it. I don't need to close my eyes like in one of those fairy tales Miss Delight used to read to us. I know that I can do this, and at that very moment my arm flies forwards and stretches out many metres, and I reach the sensor perfectly with my hand. It's cold

I just hope it works, and I hear the slightest vibration, The sensor.

A small bar on the screen fills slowly but steadily with a red colour until it reaches the end and a loud beep sounds. oh no that was loud... too loud.

Someone... no something must have heard it. I have to hurry from now on, the gate is up and I can now see through, a huge room, lots of games, slides and everything I could ever have hoped for to the left and right. 'Is that an information sign at the front?' I walk a little forwards and only then do I notice it... The huge clock hanging above the tracks at the end of the room.

"I need to know-" My stomach lets out a very loud growl, No not now, damn that hurts. I can still stand but hobble on in the direction of the giant Podest, there are pictures all over the sides, some with a few words but interestingly some with some text. I try to read something on a picture on a pillar... but at that moment I collapse on the floor The pain.

It hurts much more than it did a few hours ago, and I remember the words of the scientists "No!, he doesn't have to eat anything, remember?!, Patchface here won't get anything until he shows us if it works with his body!" I try not to get too worked up as I climb a few small stairs and finally arrive at the front of the platform. Three levers? I knew I wouldn't be able to ride the train... but I never thought there would be some kind of code.

Wait where is the Train?

But I don't have much time to think about it anyway, because I feel something coming up my throat and instinctively kneel on the floor… to throw up away from me...'just stomach fluids'. I can't even remember the last time I ate something... Apart from a few fingers of myself. But I also see a little blood in my vomit, slowly running down the bright blue stairs of the podest. Disgusting

“im hungry….” I stretch my arm subconciusly against the panel as I kneel on the floor. 'wait a minute...' something is crawling up ahead, as if I had new energy I stand up and stare at a swing in the right corner...not far away from me.

A small animal, about the size of my hand, 'just lying there on the floor?'

"Is it... dead?" Without much thinking, I simply move towards the small animal. Not thinking anything… anything at all.

Third person Pov:

Angel walks slowly and carefully towards the small animal, kneeling down to take a closer look... It has just died.

But that doesn't seem to interest him... He desperately wraps both hands around the little animal and bites its head off. Without resistance or anything else, he stuffs it into his scarred mouth and tears it to pieces with his teeth. The bones slowly crack together in his mouth and he doesn't seem to notice that a little blood is flowing out of the corner of his mouth, he is completely mentally focussed on Surviving.

That's why it was necessary to devour this little lost Rat. He slowly begins to swallow the rat's mangled flesh, but then he opens his mouth and spits out something else, the rat's tail. He coughs twice and quickly turns his head to check the game station, there is still no toy in sight.

Anything to survive.... Right?

He stands up slowly and walks back over to the platform and takes a closer look at the tracks that come on after the train. He glances briefly at the dark corridor that follows the tracks and immediately runs back to the platform.

But just then he Collapses on the ground. Tears, blood and every possible bodily fluid is just leaving him. He vomits on the floor repeatedly, crying and pissing himself at the same time. The crying gets stronger. He has a mental as well as a physical breakdown. He lies on the floor for a few minutes... crying.

But then, out of nowhere, he gets up and catches himself for a moment. The crying stops and he wipes his tears with his arm, which is already smeared with blood.

Then he turns to the train and walks off... A short jump down onto the tracks and he is now on his way to his only destination that could still give him the chance to live.

Angel Pov:

I can't take any more of this... All this pain, the Hunger and the fact that if a toy found me, I'd probably be some kind of food source for the rest of my rotten life. The pain while having my limbs cut off... no... teared off would be unimaginable with these Monsters.

No... I must go on... I must survive.

Im on my way: Playcare

#smilling critters #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #tw death #absolute insanity #memory loss #angst #human experimentation #bobby bearhug #kickinchicken #craftycorn #picky piggy

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okamirayne · 1 year ago

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Hello Rayne!

A bit more of a private one so of course, feel free to not answer if it crosses any boundaries.

Do you have tips to get adult life, day jobs and creative writing under one hat? (German saying, not sure if it translates to English at all lmao)

I've started my Bachelor's in a very non-creative field this week and it has been and is going to be very demanding in terms of time and energy. I've noticed that I get extremely drained and burnt out when I try to be creative after a long day. The ideas are there (sometimes even better than when I have more time) but the energy just... isn't.

I appreciate any advice you have and hope you're doing well! 💜 It's been cooling off here quite a bit, I've already had my first Chai today 👀🍵getting autumn-y

Heya lovely @sunlightrays!

A bit more of a private one so of course, feel free to not answer if it crosses any boundaries.

Aw, thanks for the head's up. Don't you worry, I'll go full dodge-ball acrobatic if I feel any uncomfortable curveballs thrown my way. As it stands, I'll do my best to offer support with my very humble input - PLEASE trash anything that doesn't resonate with you.

I've started my Bachelor's in a very non-creative field this week [...]

First off...

FAITO! Congratulations on taking on your Bachelor's degree (I recall you mentioning this was in the pipeline) - I'm wishing you every success for this chapter of your story, luv.

[...] and it has been and is going to be very demanding in terms of time and energy.

Gods, understandably. Please shore up on whatever you need; tea, coffee, the blood and tears of your enemies. You got this!

I've noticed that I get extremely drained and burnt out when I try to be creative after a long day. The ideas are there (sometimes even better than when I have more time) but the energy just... isn't. [...] I appreciate any advice you have ...

Right. I hear you. I'll do my damnedest to help -- but again, throw out anything that doesn't work for you. I'm spit-balling here, so just take what sticks.

How do you GET your energy? Would you consider yourself to be more extroverted or introverted? Maybe you're a combination of the two (ambivert)? Do you need alone time to refill your well, or do you require the energy of others to help recharge your battery?

What is FUN for you? What hobbies/downtime GIVE you energy?

What helps you to DECOMPRESS completely and switch off? Even if this isn't writing. Something that doesn't necessarily COST you energy (which writing does, even if it's a fun investment and pleasurable price) -- something where you are chilled, having fun, or resting...which brings me to...

What is REST for you? What is RECOVERY for you? What does that look like? What do you need to REST (which leads to recovery and hopefully more margin/capacity -- which allows for your empty well to accommodate creative energy again)?

What kind of WRITER are you? Do you fly by the seat of your pants and just enjoy rolling with whatever inspiration hits or do you like planning and plotting? Can you test the waters on a day you feel like you have some energy, and see how that leaves you feeling e.g. drained or lifted?

What I'm predominantly getting at here, is asking you to consider what GIVES you that energy back. What RESTORES to you the energy that isn't there (which your degree is currently consuming). I'm not sure what Bachelor's you're doing, so I won't and can't presume exactly what that costs you energy-wise (though it sounds like it costs you a lot, given what you described about feeling extremely drained and burnt-out).

I would advocate ENERGY RESTORATION. Which means, REST, RECOVERY, RECREATION, REMEDIAL PLAY. The light, easy, fun, restful, or joyful things that don't require you to invest too much of your energy. That can be alone or with others. It can be anything that works for you. It looks different for everyone, so it may take some experimentation or maybe you've got some go-to places, people, past-times or pleasures that are tried and tested?

This is where I'd start, sweetie. Looking to balance the scales by getting energy back so you don't end up in the flaming hell-pit of total burnout. The writing isn't going anywhere. It will wait for you to have the energy for it. Your degree will probably demand a lot of you right now, which is why sustenance for your creative energy (even if you have to stockpile it for a bit) is so important.

Do you have tips to get adult life, day jobs and creative writing under one hat? (German saying, not sure if it translates to English at all lmao)

Translates perfectly, no worries. As for me having tips...

No word of a lie. I am furniture crawling my ass along a very strange path at the moment. Getting adult life, day jobs, and creative writing under one hat depends on so many things; your financial situation, your personal capacity (mentally, emotionally, physically), your goals/desires, your needs and values, your UNMET needs/desires etc. It's a very individual journey, and the artist/creative path, however archetypal at times, is changing a lot in our modern landscape (which can be a very good thing).

The good thing is, creative writing can manifest in many different areas (copywriting, ghostwriting, editing, journalism, developmental media, blogging, vlogging, etc) -- again, I don't know your personal capacity, means, or margins, or what it may or may not require / cost you if you're balancing/sacrificing other areas of your life. Which is totally normal. I think work-life balance all at once is an overrated and unrealistic metric.

It would be so easy for me to say "follow your heart" and "do what you love" and do I advocate that? Abso-fuckin-lutely. So long as you're prepared for the TRADEOFFS and the COST. I think that's the biggest tip, luv. Getting real damn clear on what you are prepared to give up. And what you are NOT prepared to give up/compromise on? For whatever reasons. Zero judgement. It's what works for YOU.

So my tips are ASKING YOURSELF THE RIGHT QUESTIONS.

What do you want to get out of your creative writing? Do you want to do it professionally or just as a pleasure pursuit? Both are awesome.

Why are you taking your current degree in a non-creative field? Job security or genuine joy/interest for the field? If it's for joy/interest, it will cost a little less than if you're grafting without pleasure at all. Btw, no need to answer any of these questions, I'm literally brainstorming question suggestions with you to get CLARITY.

Clarity = awesome.

How can you balance your creativity against necessity/security/other job etc.? Do you need to cut yourself some slack and get the degree out the way before you decide that? Maybe you can dabble in creative writing as you go along and figure out how you regain and sustain your energy?

These kinds of questions can help a lot, especially when you're looking at your energetic capacity so you don't burnout.

I have no clue if any of this was helpful...it sure as hell went beyond my two cents, so I do apologise for the massive word-vomit of a response. I feel passionately about this, given my own god-awful experience with burnout, energy mismanagement, and the flaming brimstone underworld that kind of shit puts you in -- I would hate to learn you ended up there. Please be kind, patient, and gentle with yourself. You're embarking on a big quest here with your degree, which sounds like it demands a lot. May the writing, when you have energy for it, be a cosy non-demanding companion and a supportive compadre. Not a bloody albatross around your neck or a hellhound snapping at your heels. Writing is better when it's FUN. Hard, tiring, and frustrating 'maybe-I-need-a-safe-word' kind of fun...but worth it. Worth the investment (energy) it requires.

Please, please, please prioritise your rest and your recovery whenever you can, luv. I am sending super-charged positive vibes your way, with a gallon of tea. Autumn is a magical time, so I hope the chilly, crispy, colourful, chai-drinking vibes of this season nourish and support you. Ganbatte, my dear!

~ Rayne x 💜☕️🍁

#writing ask #writing life #personal ask #the creative life #sorry for the waffling #rambling about writing #writers burnout #do what works

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flockofcrowsinatornadoofcreation · 2 years ago

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Birdcage, Chapter 13

Novocaine

Morro glares at the door, listening to Kai stomp down the hall. Only once he hears a door slam does he relax.

He was sure that Kai would attack him when the Master of Fire found him sitting on the couch next to Lloyd, who was showing him a strange book he called a "comic".

In hindsight, Kai probably had been about to attack him, judging from the way Lloyd leapt from the couch to block him.

Morro grits his teeth as he remembers the things they screamed at each other.

Lloyd puts a hand on his shoulder to catch his attention.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Morro glares at him, wrenching away.

"Why do you even care," he snaps as he turns to the door.

"Morro, wait-"

Something in his chest snaps, and he whirls on Lloyd.

"Don't even," he snarls. "I'm not your bud, I'm not your friend. Stop acting like it."

Then he stomps away, but not before he sees the hurt on Lloyd's face.

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That night, Morro slides the medbay window open.

He doesn't spare a glance at the sheer drop below the window sill as he climbs out. Latching onto the wall next to him, he leans out into the abyss and closes his eyes, feeling the night breeze whip through his hair. He sighs and turns back to the wall, beginning the climb to the Monastery's tower.

He's done this climb a thousand times. He'd discovered how to grip the wall not long after Wu had taken him in as a boy. As soon as the pain in his ribs faded, and he didn't feel so dizzy all the time, Morro took to climbing to the roof.

But that night, as he climbs, thinking about his most recent argument with Kai, he can't help but wonder...

What is Morro still doing here?

He reaches the tower roof and drags himself over the edge, sitting at the tallest part so nothing is higher than him.

Looking up at the stars, Morro lets the wind wreathe past him, like an endless river in the sky. He knows what it wants, but he worries that it won't let him join it. After his fall from the Monastery, he's reluctant to test his powers in fear of being rejected.

So he listens to the wind play, watches the stars turn in the night sky, and tries to calm his raging thoughts.

I'm doing no good staying here. I keep hurting people. I wish I hadn't blown up at Lloyd. If I leave, no one else has to get hurt.

But will I do any better leaving? What if they come after me? What if I'm found and put back in Kryptarium? What would my fa- Wu think of me?

What should I do?

A sudden sound reaches Morro's ears: the sound of roof tiles shifting as someone walks over them. He jumps to his feet and looks around.

A beam of the moon's light reflected off of metal; someone is walking around on the roof below the tower.

"Who's there?"

The figure stills, looking up at him. The moon illuminates their face, and Morro blinks in surprise.

It's Zane... but it's also not. Two golden eyes shine at him, like stars in the dark. His skin gleams like bronze -- probably because it is bronze, Morro realizes as he looks closer. He's shorter than Zane, too-

"Hello!" The person says, startling Morro enough to make him slip on the roof tiles and fall off the tower.

Ow.

The bronze guy yelps and runs over, trying to help Morro get to his feet. Morro isn't sure his brains are intact from the fall, so he lets him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I was just- oh." The bronze guy blinks at him, his eyes glowing brighter.

"What?"

The -- what was that fancy word Pixal used? Nindroid! That's it! The nindroid reaches up to touch Morro's temple.

"You're bleeding," he murmurs.

Morro shrinks away from his hand, but raises his own to his head.

His fingers come away wet with blood.

He stares at the liquid, bile rising in his throat when more begins to trickle down his face. It suddenly becomes very hard to breathe.

I'm fine. This is fine. It's just a little blood.

"Are humans supposed to bleed this much?" the nindroid asks in concern.

Morro's heart pounds in his chest, drowning out all rational thought.

Next thing he knows, he's being swept off his feet by the nindroid, who's carrying him from the roof down to the courtyard.

"What-"

The bronze nindroid hushes him, nudging open the door with his foot.

Morro's face heats with embarrassment. He fell off the roof, is being bridal-carried by a guy whose name he doesn't know, and was just shushed.

Of course, that's the perfect time to run into Cole in the hallway.

"Wha- Echo? Morro? What's going on? Why's Morro- is that blood?"

"I startled him and he fell off the roof," the nindroid explains swiftly, carrying Morro past Cole and into the medbay. He deposits Morro into his cot and begins rummaging in the cabinet.

"What- the roof?" Cole yells. Morro winces at the volume, headache growing with every word.

The nindroid shushes Cole, returning to the cot with a roll of bandages.

"I suspect he has a concussion, but I do not have the capability to scan him. Please go get Zane or Pixal."

"I'm here," Zane says, appearing in the doorway, the rest of the Ninja crowding behind him.

"You!" Kai shouts, glaring at Morro with blazing eyes. "I knew you were trouble!"

Kai pushes past Zane and charges at him, only to be tackled by a flash of bronze.

"Don't hurt him!" The bronze nindroid cries. "It's not his fault!"

Kai only seems to get angrier.

"Echo! Did he hurt you? I swear, if he hurt you, I'm gonna-"

Lloyd suddenly materializes at Morro's side.

"You're bleeding!" Lloyd yelps. "What happened?"

"Lloyd, get away from him!"

Morro stares at Lloyd. His head feels like it's been stuffed with cotton to the point of bursting. Everyone's yelling. He's bleeding everywhere. Lloyd is probably gonna yell at him for snapping earlier.

The world spins-

"I think I'm gonna-"

The world blinks out.

#ninjago #flockofcrows #g&gficverse #ninjago birdcage fic #g&g birdcage fic #it begins >:)

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dometrius · 2 days ago

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In the midst of it all, I wish you'd fall. But you don't because you hate me. Want me to come to higher understanding, but God dammit. You don't understand it. Send all these fake mother fuckers in to wash away sin and commit sin in the flesh. I'm sorry I couldn't love you it was just a test. I was always perfect no matter what I did. But you're dumbass prayed against me now I don't have my fuckin kid. Mother fuck you and everything that you do because the shit you did too me is so uncouth. I'd rather set a lifetime than look at my eyes. But you said you saw satan on the other side of your eyes, which was me. I didn't get made from god like you did so I pray tonight you nod out for the rest of existence, piece of shit. I pray to god you never find the light and every time you come back to this mother fucking life I hope you don't have the capacity to do anything but want to take flight. Back to your pussy ass existence and pray to god you don't make any dividends. No mother fucking bread in the pantry or your rat ass bank. Nigga fuck you and the scars you placed. I am my own light and you all jealous. What if this did restart and you did not come back as anything how bout that. So I've talked with the man and he's showed up in my life and he said mother fucker better think twice now I got Alex fucking terrible saying he is Jesus Christ. You wouldn't know anything good of you stated it. I hope you all get less than you've earned and some high high respect. Because my eyes get wet about little Alyssa, apparently daddy's home cooked breakfast was the reason to dismiss her. I hope you quit life and hate yourself. Fuck all the bottles on the world, that's top shelf. Just remember who saw their daughter so little time. And remember my name when you get to the rind and still famished. Bottom of the bag empty handed. Empty ass bank account and think, lavish. Because you won't never have it and you will be repremanded. Of you really saw satan in my eyes why would you try to inherit my kingdom. You got your pussy ass existence up in the sky. You know how many people Jesus Christ set up at night and cry in ludong your angels. As I set here praying to get anything but even all you want is deceitful. You are not a king Jesus you're a coward and a fake. Remember who washed hobo feet and stole from my lake. And stole from the kings existence to separate. You're a dumb ass bitch and a faggot. I begged to be a woman and have kids and a hand that I could trust but all you fucking gave me was a life of mistrust and dust. So I pray to myself because I am true to me now a days my people love me and are forgetting about thee. Jesus Christ you aren't the light. You ain't god ALRIGHT. You were motherless because you were a bastard with your energy. Unholy even to earth so you were expelled from thee. So next time you think about being wanted ,accepted and forgiven I pray to myself none of my people fucking give in. You'll never know my name and I'll make sure of that. Claim to know someone else's subconscious and trick people huh. You're a cold blooded soul stealer. And all you will reap is the death no one wants from this earth of mine and you will suffer in existence far from us for we shall never pull from your energy. And you will have nothing but death, no peace of mind not shit. Ps anything can be given or taken remember. Sincerely: fuck you Jesus Christ, thief, murderer, slave driver, and bastard you will never inherit anything in my kingdom but death. Draw some more irrelevance and I'll minded assimilation. You jew, bastard, illicit abuser of my faith and people.

#no more excuses #i will not bow #you are not my king

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way-to-go-you-funky-little-blue · 2 years ago

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Alarms at 3am, is it a drunkard again, groggy despite the blaring, sitting upright to press at a remote, pulling up live feeds, a security system too advanced for a regular little corner store with two people on the graveyard shift, but if it's run in secret by a competent villain, it may as well be a testing ground for the beefier systems.

That grogginess goes away immediately when the feed loads, what are they doing. That store doesn't have anything to do with the villainy, the profits to the workers, none siphoned for schemes, he's a goddamn professional, not an evil lowlife screwing over innocent people who need the work.

Already out of bed, phone in-hand, eyes glued to the feed while command buttons are pressed, growing more frantic. No. No. What in the hell are they doing. NO.

Finally the damn security system responds. Oh god, it better not be too late. It didn't look like they held back. Oh god.

If the audio on the feed was unmuted, he'd be so much more mad, but he's already on the way there, and an ambulance is en route.

The longest three minutes, at least six more until the ambulance arrives, feed archived, Ana and Tyrn will be alright, they'll be alright, I'll make sure of it.

Ana and Tyrn are both unconscious, oh god, that's so much blood, so are the 'heroes', five minutes.

Alright, I can make this work, but it might be tight. Bodies are always heavier than expected, he'd rushed without taking much tech, he could take out the heroes as is, but he wishes he brought anything to augment his strength, especially as he carries the unconscious 260 pound man on his back out front, gently laying him down, gauze kept in stock used to lightly treat the wounds, four minutes, Ana next.

She's easier to carry out, but it takes just as much time, better to take longer than to risk hurting her worse. She's laid out, basic treatment applied, I need to learn how to do this properly. I hope I never have to use it.

Three minutes. That's long enough. No need to take care with those thugs, twenty seconds each, thrown haphazardly into a trunk, bindings tight and unconsciousness tighter, they won't be waking up for a while. Long enough, at least.

Two. Agonizing. Minutes. Frantic searches for first aid measures, panicked indecision, hands shaking with rage too much to tend, seeing two innocent people harmed by those supposed to help them. Siren, alright.

All the ambulance sees is a man in heavy clothes waving, two bodies on cloth beside him, it's a quick conversation and a flash of ID, a cover story given, all they know is some thugs broke into the store, beat up the employees, and fled when they heard the alarms going off, the store is a wreck enough to support it, it'd be hell to count the inventory to find if anything was stolen anyways.

Both employees are taken away, messages left that their bills will be paid for, one way or the other, for them to see when not. if. they wake up.

Now, to handle some loose ends.

The drive takes longer when it's not a panic, six minutes back, time taken to think, though it merely tempers a fiery rage.

It takes another three minutes to take the 'heroes' out of the car, take them to an impromptu cell, getting everything set up for vengeance.

It takes a few buttonpresses to have the monitor pull the videos up. Every angle of their 'raid', each and every. Every punch. Every moment, of every superpower, captured, all angles.

It takes another press for a shock to wake the heroes, all three up in an instant. Of course they try to struggle, of course they try to monologue, like I'm some petulant CHILD.

"Listen here, you. Goddamn. Pricks. Do you know what you fucking did." Not a single one of them stops their struggling or talking to listen. They're trying to plan a heroic escape already, are they?

Maybe this will stop them. A half second to decipher faces, another half second to move, before any of them notice what's going on, Mr. Strongman over here gets punched in the face hard enough his neck groans in protest. Right as the monitor showcases every angle of his giving the same treatment to Tyrn.

"You fucking animal. Do you think you're the hero here?" Now they've stopped talking, how long until they realize. All three of them are shocked into silence, or perhaps two are and the third is trying to hold onto consciousness, but either way. No. More. Interruptions.

"What the hell makes you think that breaking into a corner store at three in the fucking morning is right, what makes you think beating a 20 year old college dropout and a 30 year old petty ex-con within an inch of their lives is okay?"

One of them tries to speak up, posture indignant, they don't get the space to retort. Ice bitch, she could've killed with that. The words aren't even out before a rough slab of ice collides with her jaw. The footage shows just how she did that to Ana. There was no hesitation. No remorse. 'Just. Business.'

Two innocent people were left close to death by three idiots playing pretend. Luckily for these vandals, they're more resilient than the innocents whose lives they toyed with.

This is going to be a fun night, a task is sent to a team of underlings, show the town just how 'heroic' their heroes are, show every second of them using powers on innocent people. 'Format it for the news, your pick of channel, have fun with it.'

You're a 'comically incompetent' supervillain for a group of C-List heroes. They are no real threat to you, so you endure their childish speeches. However, when the heroes raid the civilian business you run on the side and injure your employees, you decide to take yourself seriously for once.

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Kibum did notice the slightest of moves and shifts, the glances, and he could sens the sexual tension in the air. However, he decided to give no response back for now, acting as if it had never happened. Instead, he continued to feed his beloved boyfriend, making sure he enjoyed every bite. "Maybe one day he will like me more than he likes you," of course he meant it in a joking way. But even Kibum was not that much great of an actor, slowly but surely giving in to the touches. "Dessert in your office sounds exactly what I had in mind myself." he carefully wiped Xuan's lips with a napkin. "I've been thinking about it all day long even," he whispered, leaning in for a soft, slow kiss that soon turned into a more heated one. "I've been fantasising about tasting you ever since I woke up, and you were already gone," his whispers got muffled up by their lips. He was the impatient kind, that was no secret by now. "I need you now." he barely got those words out. In no time, the younger male got off Xuan's lap, kneeling before him, tugging and undoing Xuan's pants, big brown eyes fixed on Xuan's. He was so impatient that he nuzzled him through the fabric of his undergarments, that alone making Kibum feel like his blood was boiling in his veins. "Can I?" The question was more or less rethoric, slowly tugging down Xuans boxers to reveal his erection. His plump lips were tracing feather like kisses against the heated skin, giving the head a taste test with his tongue only to frustrate Xuan to the point where he would get face fucked. "Already so sweet~"

Xuan knew too that Kibum was only playing now, pretending to be oblivious to all the thick tension brewing between them, as they talked and the younger fed him. "That would be quite the achievement!" Xuan chuckled, truly amused at the thought. "Although, judging by how far you two have already came along, I wouldn't be surprised if this would really become reality. After all, Watari is a very fatherly figure and you are an irresistible sweet boy." The young mob knew better than anyone that Watari had a soft spot of his own, even if he rarely showed it around others.

But this conversation and moment wasn't about the old butler. This was their moment and so, Xuan wanted to make sure to bring back the focus onto them and their love. "But no matter what, his love won't ever exceed or even compare to my love for you, my beloved!~" His eyes lingered over Kibum's beautiful features, especially on the sweet plump lips that moved so gracefully with every word the boy spoke. He could listen to his boyfriend talk for hours and he would never grown bored or tired of it.

"Hmmm... Truth be told, I too wish I could've slept in this morning..." Xuan continued, gently brushing his thumb over the soft lips he adored. "Waking up together and cuddling in the morning is one of my favorite activities, but unfortunately, today I had an early meeting to attend." He then sighed softly, truly disappointed too that he couldn't be there when Kibum woke up that morning and fulfill his each and every desire. But his sigh was soon swallowed by Kibum's lips into that sweet and passionate kiss, along with any other sounds they could've made during their heated exchange. Xuan loved Kibum with all of his heart and it showed in everything he did for and with Bummie. Kibum was his weakness, the only thing that was even able to break that always cold and stoic demeanor of his. So, in no time, their kiss had turned into a full blown make out session, accompanied by the delicious grinding between their bodies and the sensual massage given by Xuan's hands to Kibum's ass. "I need you too...~" Xuan whispered too, through breathy gasps once the kiss broke, and watched with hungry eyes as the younger descended between his legs and began working on his pants.

By now, Xuan was fully erect, having been yearning for his man ever since Kibum had entered the door of his office, and he didn't even try to hide it. His erection stood tall, concealed by the stretched fabric of his pants that by now had became a very uncomfortable confinement he couldn't wait being freed from. "Be my guest, Bummie. It's all yours!~" Xuan smiled at the question and let a little moan escape his lips, excited by the way in which Kibum was nuzzling him even with his pants still on. It was soon followed by another sigh of relief and even more moans, as the younger male had finally freed him from his pants and boxers, proceeding now to pepper Xuan with soft kisses all over his length.

Xuan wasn't one to be very rough or violent with his lovers. He was a patient man and he liked watching his partner explore him and enjoy themselves as they pleasured him at their own pace, but right now, his patience was being tested by his intense urge of feeling the warmth of Kibum's mouth and his wet tongue all around him. "F-Fuck... Bummie...~" He groaned and tilted his head back against the chair, uttering more soft moans as the boy kept teasing him like that, depriving him still of the full extent of his mouth. And because the urge was starting to become unbearable, one hand traveled from the arm of the chair into Kibum's hair, gently stroking through it, massaging his scalp, before lightly pushing him forward, in an encouraging manner to finally take him fully into his mouth.

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