#savethelies

[trwbaspick]

K. Forest another example of how grimy the industry is

Dude been putting in solid work for a real long time and still gets little recognition

Been putting out some of the best R&B since Guidance

This EP from 2018, 'When It's All Said and Done', a real good project

2018

[echoing-gravity]

Au where durring reality trip the trio runs into "Dani with and i" (since her premire eposode is techinecly before reality trip this is entirely possible) and she helps them defeat Freakshow.

Danny uses the gauntlet to make his parents think shes ACTUALLY their distant cousin thays been recwntly orphained so that they adopt her. Essentally making her a main cast member thru all of the season 3 storylines.

Jazz is aware of the realitytrip shanangans and is very conflicted about dannys choice to fuck withtheir memories, causing conflict. But shes also very pro dani.

[falon-fen]

Ok, I’ll bite! Meet my Mournwatcher Rook,Saveth. Did I lean into the dark aesthetic a bit too much? Maybe? Do I care? No. 🤣

[equipo-3-514]

Protecting Our Planet: My Journey in Environmental Conservation

BY ISAAC ISMAEL GARCÍA RAMIREZ

Hello everyone! I’m currently volunteering in the “Clean Oceans Initiative,” an inspiring environmental protection program that focuses on reducing plastic pollution in our oceans. I’m located near the coast, and being part of this initiative fills me with a deep sense of purpose and responsibility. It’s incredibly rewarding to contribute to the protection of marine ecosystems, and I’m proud to be part of this important mission.

The program’s goal is to clean beaches, raise awareness about reducing single-use plastics, and promote sustainable practices to prevent further pollution of our oceans. I believe protecting the environment is essential, and I want to encourage others to take action.

Here are 5 simple recommendations to protect the environment:

1. Reduce Single-Use Plastics: Plastics take centuries to decompose, contributing to pollution. Using reusable items can greatly reduce waste.

2. Recycle Properly: Recycling helps conserve resources and reduces greenhouse gas emissions.

3. Conserve Water: Freshwater is limited. Turning off taps and fixing leaks helps preserve this vital resource.

4. Use Renewable Energy: Switching to renewable energy sources like solar or wind reduces carbon footprints and fights climate change.

5. Participate in Local Cleanups: Taking part in cleanups helps maintain a clean environment and protects wildlife from harmful waste.

Let’s all make an effort to protect our planet for future generations!

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐕

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Would some like this to be on my Ao3? For better reading perhaps?

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You take the Mini Marines to the Apothecary, and find yourself getting uncomfortable with Dr. Ryker.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter IV} • {Chapter VI}

To get Saveth and Sarvak to go to the apothecary was a hassle. More so Saveth as that little Night Lord stealth skills definitely has… well, the skill of a Night Lord, evasion skills too. Always running away when you blink, just as you find him. His little armored claws and rumbles skittering across the shelves and floorboards from wherever you find him: behind cereal boxes, mugs, antiques and even behind furniture.

Yes, you tried to persuade him as well with promises that he could… hunt every spider and rodent that he can find and bring it to you to show how proud he was of it, and that almost made him come out before he paused, thought about it more, and then dashed back into his hiding place, making you groan out in frustration. At this point, you just think he’s being a tease. You have been trying to catch him for… about three hours, your determination unwavering because you didn’t really have anything else to do besides cancel your work day off and make an appointment for the Apothecary. So you were sure as hell that you were going to take this little rascal and take him to the Apothecary like you planned. You're not going to waste work time for this.

Though, when you do finally catch the Night Lord it is only because you ask Sarvak to catch him with a promise to him as well that he can bully Saveth on the way there. Not harm him as the Apothecary would no doubt be mad, but just tease the hell out of him… and some cuddles too. Can’t forget the rewarding cuddles. (Which at that promise had Atheloca and Scarab trying to catch him as well.)

Now, you have a Saveth that cries out occasionally for cuddles and out of misery that he had to go to the Apothecary. His claws getting stuck in the net of the Nature Bound toy critter cage that you’ve managed to find around your apartment… You think you remember putting butterflies in there one time, but now you’re catching a rambunctious Night Lord in it.

“Calm down, Saveth.” You sigh down at the Night Lord that claws at the net, wailing to be let out. Your eyes focusing on the road as you drive. His skull-like helmet sometimes hitting against the net in defeat with a low whine. Which, in return, gets a tease from Sarvak as promised. Which then the World Eater gains a hiss in response. “I’m only taking you guys to the Apothecary because of that… weird, growth thing that happened with Scarab.”

The Night Lord doesn’t seemed to be amused by your words and wails out again. Trying to make you feel bad so you can let him out. Your hands tightening on the steering wheel of your car in great effort to ignore such calls before you say and try to persuade him once more. “Don’t you want to get big again, and at a possibly faster pace? Certainly, you would like to.”

The Night Lord pauses his actions, thinking, weighing his options. The car going silent besides the hum of its engine and the sound of other cars passing by as you and the other little marines wait for his response. Wondering what his logic would be, and of course. He gives an almost grieving whine that Sarvak teases outside of the net, and that triggers Saveth in a way that he just starts thrashing at the net, growling, desperate to get his claws on the World Eater.

You could only sigh and shake your head at his actions and attempts Saveth does towards Sarvak that looks all too pleased with himself when you glance down at them before refocusing on the road. You’re honestly even a little surprised that a bug toy like that was keeping the little Night Lord caged in there so well. Admittedly, it was slowly falling apart, but it would keep him in there long enough until you arrive at the Apothecary.

“Hello there Mrs!” A young lady greets you with a bright smile on her face, always greeting you warmly and never faulting. The smell of sterilization hitting your nose while her hazel eyes cast a glance down at Saveth in the sealed, toy bug catcher before her expression becomes more amused. No doubt wondering what caused him to be in such confinement.

“I couldn't get him to come.” You simply say, putting the catcher on top of the counter with a tired sigh. Observing how Saveth seems to prickle up when the young lady coos sweetly down at him. Her fingers gently wiggling at the ruined net, but being logical enough not to get too close. The many metal trinkets on her wrists clunking together.

You think she’s claimed by a Salamander with all these… forge-like trinkets all over her, and how innocent she’s been like over the past times you brought the miniature marines in. It just kinda screamed ‘Salamander’ like… it was just a perfect fit too. Innocent seeming woman with a Salamander? Ultimate fluff.

“Yeah? I can see that.” The young lady laughed lightly, leaning back to stop cooing over a steaming Saveth. Amused by how something that used to be so big and known to be scary is now just so small and cute. “It is known that Night Lords like to ‘play’ a little bit before coming here. I assume you are here for Dr. Ryker?”

You nod at her question. In some way, not appreciating the name of the doctor. His name just sending a weird feeling through your body, something akin to unease. You’ve seen how he looks at you, how he seems to look bored, but really? You think there is something up with the man. The vibes do not lie, neither does your guts. You don’t think he’s earned the title of the ‘doctor’ for feeling that weird.

“Alright…” The woman pauses and leans down to click at her computer, looking for the appointment on there that you had set up last night. Her eyes looking through the files before nodding and looking back at you with another smile. “You can go right ahead.”

“Thank you.” You nod at her again, taking the little bug catcher toy with you that was full of a prissy Night Lord in it as you make your way to the back. The woman letting you in with a button behind her desk. Your body automatically knowing where you’re supposed to be going, having done this a process a couple times before because sometimes, they get a little heavy on their attacks to one another. (More accurately Saveth and Sarvak.)

Settling yourself down in a chair near the counter in the room. You put the bug catcher on the counter and carefully undo the plastic things that keep the thing closed, only to have Saveth burst out of it and immediately attack your hands. Growling and snarling at you while you don’t hesitate to attack back, pinning him to the counter and shaking him with your hand. A tiny yowl escaping him as he kicks up at you, now trying to escape your hands. A little laugh escaping you. You’re thankful however, that he knows his strength… somewhat as you know full well that he could break your fingers. At most, he just makes you bleed like a cat would if they caught your hand.

You continue to gently shake him until the Doctor comes in, only then do you stop and let the little guy have some breathing room. Your hands simply resting on the counter as you look over to the Doctor, getting the heebie-jeebies from him. Watching as he settles himself down into a rolling chair with a sigh. Yet, he brought another person with him, a young, male nurse it looks like.

“The marines, ma’am?” The young nurse asks, putting his hand out at you for the marines. Your eyes quickly look him up and down, assessing him. Not trusting him as they never have been so… blunt before, but if you want them to be regular size…

You swipe up Saveth from the counter, not even looking to grasp him in your hands and carefully place the Night Lord into his hands before doing the same with the other three that climbed on your shoulders for comfort. Their forms squeaking out in questioning when you pick them up and place them into the nurses hands. This wasn’t the usual visit?! What was going on?

“Don’t be alarmed.” Dr. Ryker simply hums, looking at you while you watch the little marines being taken away. Their little confused whirrs and squeaks having you set on edge as you shift in your seat. Hearing them quiet as the door shuts. Now it was just you and the Doctor. “They are simply going through some tests. You did say one of them… grew right?”

You nod at his question, your nerves bundling up inside of you as you play with your hands. Anxious now that you were in a room alone with this man that takes in every detail of you with his sharp eyes. His long legs crossed with a clipboard in his lab, but he’s disinterested in it. His unwavering gaze was set upon you. This… this was certainly strange.

“You’re more… nervous than usual.” Dr. Rykers states, leaning back in his chair, daring to look relaxed while you weren’t. There was something wrong with this man, like he was hiding something classified from you. “Have you gotten any sleepy lately?”

You pause your uneasy thoughts about him for a second at that question, wondering if you should lie or not, but what benefit would it do to you? It’s just a simple, harmless question. Nothing wrong about that.

“Somewhat.” You respond, looking everywhere else besides the Doctor. Neither confirming nor denying what he had asked of you. You’re not sure of him.

“That isn’t a stable answer, darling.” The Doctor slips, or what you hope you think he slips. Your body tensing up at the pet name he had clearly given you. Your fingers just itching to go for the door and book it, but you keep yourself in place. Perhaps, you're just overrating? You have only met this Doctor like… twice.

“Uh, 5 hours at most.” You spill, tensing more up at what you had just said as you realized you could have just went for a simple yes or no, but you went for a more detailed answer. Probably hoping for him to get off your back quicker. To get out of his calm, predatory gaze quicker.

Dr. Ryker clicks his tongue at that, folding his arms while you could feel the disappointment running off of him. His head straining up a little before looking back down at you, his bright blue eyes still on you, following you wherever you may go.

“You know you should get at least 7 to 9 hours of sleep.” He tells you after a second of staring you down. Probably feeling superior or something with how straight he’s putting himself out to be. His body never faulting to slump over.

“I know.” You answer him quickly, maybe too quickly with how the Doctor slightly tilts his head to the right. His gaze wandering over your figure. Trying to read you, scan you.

“You… having troubles at home?” He asks another question, your brows rising up in confusion then. Finally looking at him for a second before glancing away. “Any… bad relationships? Bad roommates?”

Why did that question seem so specific when it shouldn’t be? When it was just so simple? Any doctor would have asked that. It was their job however, why was he talking about you when he was supposed to be talking about the Marines? This wasn’t your chosen doctor. This was practically a stranger. A very weird one too.

“No.” You keep your answer short and bold to end the conversation about your health. Your eyes flickering to him on and off, questioning him and his status. How would people like this man if he had brought this vibe with him all the time? Unless, it was just with you?

The Doctor simply hums, never moving from his place while he eyes you down. Not even a twitch from him. Acting as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong. That he was just simply sitting there before he speaks up again. “How about work? Is it treating you well?”

What the fuck we’re these questions for? They certainly are not for you as he isn’t your doctor nor is he joting anything down. He was simply just enjoying how you squirm underneath him, like you were someone below him, but at the same time you felt like you weren’t. It was just all so… weird.

“I’m not here to talk about me.” You say with a low tone, finally standing your ground just a bit. Your eyes staring right back into his, feeling like he pushed too much and this is what he was getting from you. You can see a brief flash of surprise in them before they turn amused. His body finally shifting as he unfolds his legs, but not his arms.

“Right, your marines.” Dr. Ryker sighs, sounding nearly disgusted by the fact you're bringing them up again. You wouldn’t have caught such a tone if you were being remarkably friendly with this man. If you weren’t so irked by this man. “There is nothing much to talk about them. We have everything we need to make sure we know everything on them.”

Well, that’s not reassuring at all. Why would he ask you questions then? Simply out of boredom? No, that can’t be right. His vibe, his aura says differently…

“Are you bonded?” You ask him out of the blue, watching that flicker of surprise go through him again before he hides it again. His head tilting more to his right than the first time he did. His folded arms shifting on his chest.

“No, why do you ask?” Dr. Ryker tries to question you again, but you just simply nod in response. Now knowing this guy was just a…a creep. It would have made a bit more sense if he was bonded, like to a Thousand Son or another Chaos Marine as their attitudes might affect their bonds as well or it could be simply he was hanging around his family’s Astartes too much and just gained his cold exterior from them too?

The Doctor tries to speak up again before the door opens up again with the previous nurse coming back in with the Marines back in his hands. The sight of them making you sigh out your tension and relax. Their little forms immediately chirping for you while they try and run off the nurses hands to get to you. The nurse lightly laughing at their antics, trying to keep them still before they evade him and jump onto you, latching onto your clothing and quickly climbing up to settle onto their assigned spots on your shoulders and collarbone.

“There, all tests are done.” The nurse simply says before exiting the room with a happy nod. The room going almost quiet if it weren’t for the little guys that cuddled up to you. Purring and rubbing all over you like you have been gone for too long, easing your nerves.

“…Then I suppose this concludes this appointment then?” Dr. Ryker says blandly, standing up from his chair with his clipboard in hand. Adjusting himself as he looks down at you, looks down at the marines with a flash of something you can’t process just yet. Jealousy, perhaps?

You nod immediately, wanting out of this room since the start, like Saveth had. Your body already moving for the door as you brush past the doctor, and you could have sworn, sensed that he backed up in surprise, but breathed in too, smelled you. Yeah, you are going to try and restrict your time here as much as you possibly can until they assign a new doctor to the case.

Especially, since the doctor takes that damaged bug catcher into his hands rather than just throwing it away like you should have remembered yourself to do.

[jessiangravelblr]

Multimale - Talking Body

[yuugami-tan]

♫

- 비밀테이프 (secret tape) by sunmi

- Dawn by yey

- Control Me by Colde

- Doobling by HEIZE

- Runaway by EXO

[waffetti]

NO FORD YOU DID NOT DO IT!!! YOU DID NOT SAVETHE TOSN GETTTTOFFFFFF OF MY TIMELINE BOY!!!!!!!!!

[tanoraqui]

Be he foe or friend, be she foul or clean, brood of Anti or bright Staff, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread nor danger, not Blocking itself, shall defend him from Fëanor, and Fëanor's kin, whoso liketh or rebloggeth, or in file saveth, finding shareth or afar queueth a Silmaril. This swear we all: boops we will deal them ere Day's ending, booping unto world's end! Our word hear thou, David Karp Allfather! To the everlasting Cancellation doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountain hear in witness and our vow remember, Manwë and Varda!

[pray-like-nehemiah]

The righteous cry, and the Lord heareth, and delivereth them out of all their troubles. The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.

> Psalms 34:17 & 18

Today was the first day since I started following God again that I was brought to tears at work, which used to happen on a weekly basis and was part of what led me to therapy. I won't go into detail but it's hard when the someone who is the cause is someone you have to work with daily.

But today is also the first time that I was able to bring my troubles to God instead of venting to the coworkers I'm close with, when they can't really do anything about it. In my mind, I forgive them as Jesus forgives us, but that doesn't make me want to be around them. That's the hard part when they work at the same level, in the same office.

I just have to have faith in Him, because I know He will take care of me. These verses are proof of that fact.

[mental-health-and-jesus]

10-15-2024 | Bible App Their Verse of The Day | Psalm 34:18

‘The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; And saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.’ Psalm 34:18

#Bible - Verse of the Day | Ecclesiastes‬ ‭7‬:‭12‬

‘For wisdom, like money, is a shelter, and the advantage of knowledge is that wisdom preserves the life of its owner.’ ‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭7‬:‭12‬

Bible App | Joshua 1:1-9

God Instructs Joshua 🩵

‘Now after the death of His servant Moses, the Lord spoke to Joshua son of Nun, Moses’ assistant, saying, “Moses My servant is dead. Now therefore arise, you and all these people, and cross over the Jordan into the land that I am giving to the children of Israel. I have given you every place where the sole of your foot will tread, just as I promised to Moses. Your territory shall extend from the wilderness and Lebanon to the great River Euphrates—all the land of the Hittites—and west as far as the Great Sea. No one shall stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so will I be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you. Be strong and courageous, for you shall give these people the inheritance of the land that I swore to their fathers I would give them. Above all, be strong and very courageous. Be careful to observe all the law that My servant Moses commanded you. Do not turn from it to the right or to the left, so that you may prosper wherever you go. This Book of the Law must not depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. For then you will prosper and succeed in all you do. Have I not commanded you to be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”’ ‭‭Joshua‬ ‭1‬:‭1‬-‭9‬

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Trust in the Name of the Lord Our God

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 The LORD hear thee in the day of trouble; the name of the God of Jacob defend thee; 2 Send thee help from the sanctuary, and strengthen thee out of Zion; 3 Remember all thy offerings, and accept thy burnt sacrifice; Selah. 4 Grant thee according to thine own heart, and fulfill all thy counsel. 5 We will rejoice in thy salvation, and in the name of our God we will set up our banners; the LORD fulfill all thy petitions.

6 Now know I that the LORD saveth His anointed; He will hear him from His holy heaven with the saving strength of His right hand. 7 Some trust in chariots, and some in horses; but we will remember the name of the LORD our God. 8 They are brought down and fallen; but we are risen, and stand upright. 9 Save, LORD; let the King hear us when we call. — Psalm 20 | King James Bible: Purple Letter Edition (KJBP) The King James Bible: Purple Letter Edition © 2009 by Jim Musser. All rights Reserved. Cross References: Deuteronomy 17:16; Deuteronomy 20:1; 1 Samuel 1:17; 1 Chronicles 5:20; Psalm 3:4; Psalm 3:7; Psalm 9:14; Psalm 17:6; Psalm 21:2; Psalm 21:5; Psalm 46:7; Psalm 46:11; Psalm 110:2; Psalm 138:7; Psalm 145:19; Isaiah 58:9; Micah 7:8; Acts 10:4

Saving the Lord's Anointed

[soupinaboot]

What if 't be true thee w're a jehovah's witness

yond wast m'rely pretending to beest into christmas

gath'ring clues and blending in

to taketh down the holidays from within?

Going deep cov'r past foe lines

making ev'rybody bethink i'm on the christmas side

Rockin' warmeth did sweat'rs, hangin' big rampallian lights

if 't be true the bacon-fed sir couldst seeth me, yo, t's gotta behold right

I'll gaze all the tv specials yond i nev'r couldst

I'll coequal caterwauling during the depress'd ones liketh james bond wouldst

And at which hour the big night cometh, t's timeth to setteth the bait

bitter cold milketh, hot cookies, dec'rative plates!

And that gent'll cometh down the chimney and 'twill beest just that gent and me

but that gent wonneth't knoweth we're enemies, 'cause i'll playeth sinc're

bringeth a trapeth, liketh yond, hugeth that gent tight, receiveth on his lap

and bid that gent that gent can cometh backeth ev'ry year

cause i am jehovah's most secret witness

So i might has't to dedicate mine own life to christmas

and act just liketh i loveth t 'til the day i kicketh the bucket

A-b-e-d

Connoisseur of christmas

On the spectrum? none of thy business

Thoughts too festinate to comprehend

just wanna doth right by mine own cousin

if 't be true years w're seasons, this decemb'r

wouldst beest the decemb'r of our decemb'r

m're blueprints than howard hughes

but if 't be true th're art blueprints, how doth we chooseth?

We has't to beest joyous to receiveth to the endeth

we has't to saveth christmas to saveth our cater-cousins

We has't to saveth christmas to saveth our cater-cousins

We has't to saveth christmas to saveth our cater-cousins!

[asoulwithadream]

I am in need of recommendations!!! Come saveth me Tumblr!!!

I want a show to watch which has the same vibe/themes/aesthetic as:

Supernatural

Good Omens

The Sandman

Dead Boy Detectives

Lucifer

TV series with religious motifs and compelling characters (especially with a twinge of Neil Gaiman) are my favourite types of shows. If there is anything similar to this, please help a girlie in need.

[brenna]

For the poetry project that @crowleys-bentley-and-plants came up with: bible blackout blasphemy (gay good omens blackout poetry of the bible). I present Job 5:10 to Job 6:10. I'm calling it "Thou shalt come." Plain text version under the cut:

Thou Shalt Come

their hands taketh They meet in the daytime, and grope in the noonday as in the night. he saveth the mouth and the hand.

So Behold, happy is therefore not chaste. For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: and his hands make whole. He shall deliver thee, shall touch thee.

He shall redeem thee in the power of the sword, the tongue: neither shalt thou be afraid of destruction when it cometh.

And thou shalt know peace; Thou shalt know also that thy seed shall be great, and thou shalt come like a shock. hear it, and know it for thy good.

Oh, throughly laid together! now be therefore swallowed up.

the wild ass is eaten without salt. The things that my soul refused to touch--Oh, God, grant me the thing that I long for! please, God, destroy me.

[kit-williams]

I like the reference to your other work with the alpha legionary

But oooo stuff do be happening

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐕𝐈

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Been awhile… but they return.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You take another day off of work, feeling entirely… ‘overwhelmed’ with your thoughts and need to take a trip to the grocery store to cool off with the mini marines joining of course.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k.

TW // None.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {Chapter V} • {Chapter VII}

The last doctor visit had you on edge for a while. You didn’t feel like you wanted to risk stepping outside of your own home, but you knew you had to. You had to provide for your little marines as well as yourself, and the household. Which you have plans on moving out of. You had no intention to stay with Sharon any longer when she’s brings random people into the home. Especially not with the little marines. You were not having your head on a pike for that.

So, you braved yourself. You took a deep breath with your marines in hand, and exited the home; briskly walking out to your car. Intent to make it to the grocery store and buy some food and maybe some necessities for the house as you had gone low in stock after camping out in the house for a few days. Only going out for work. The paranoia of that Dr. Ryker seeming, maybe watching you getting to you.

I mean, how could he be so accurate in asking if you had any troubles at home? If you had any bad relationships; roommates? That is what threw you off more when you think about it over and over again.

How did he possibly know you had a roommate?

Not only that, but the way he talked about the little marines. His tone was not one of interest or a person willing to help. It was almost like he wasn’t even trying to sound like a doctor. Well, with you anyway. You can just feel, sense that he acts differently with other people like a sixth sense.

So, why you? Why were you any different? Why were you getting the… weird hate of that doctor? Is it because you had the little marines with you? Was it because you can tell he has this weird interest in you? Perhaps… he had an interest in you beforehand? Before you had even met the doctor.

Now that, sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands tightening around the wheel of your vehicle. What if the doctor had an interest in you beforehand and wanted to get up and close with you like a serial killer? You certainly haven’t seen that man around town before… it could be a logical overthinking, or you just really needed to stop watching those crime shows with your little marines…

You sigh to yourself, thinking that may be it. Your hands untightening from the wheel to move it around so you can turn into the parking lot of the grocery store. Your eyes carefully watching the mirrors of your vehicle just in case… can never be too careful. Sometimes the gut is always right.

Parking your vehicle in an available spot, you turn off your ignition and look down to your little marines in the front passenger seat. Their forms rather quiet… probably thinking you were bringing them to the apothecary again when you told them you were going to the grocery store, and you were not going alone. You honestly, and somehow feel safe enough with the little guys despite their very, very small presence. You wanted them to be at least your senses where you can’t well… sense as well as they could. You wanted to feel safe as your paranoia had gone through the roof since the time at the doctors.

It seems as if you were more affected than your marines were, and they definitely picked up on it.

They questioned you from the start: when you have driven home from the apothecary. Your eyes were always looking up and at the side mirrors, your hands tightening around the wheel like some… stress ball. Even at home you were… afraid, they had pronounced it. You were more jumpy than usual, you didn’t leave the house. Even if Sharon brought over her one night stands and screeched like a Xenos. You refused to leave, but you also refused to let them down. You were… sacrificing yourself, in a way, for them. Powering through your paranoia for them so they could rest peacefully through those awful one night stands: Using your body, blankets, anything you could find to help them. Bringing them rather delicious (a bit low-quality) foods to them first before you ate. Always being by their side even when you don't need to be… of course they notice it. How could they not? Saveth tried to repay you by hunting down one of those spiders in the vents. (Which you were not very thrilled on.)

You sigh again, moving to gently pick up the marines and bringing them up to your shoulders as they find their spots. Not once fighting over a peculiar spot like they usually do. They simply watch and softly chirp at one another, trailing your movements and body language down to one another as you move well… anywhere. Including getting out of your vehicle. Chirps and low rumbles coming from them, communicating to one another about how you twist and turn a lot, looking for a threat that isn’t even there before you lock the doors of your vehicle twice. A third time when you walk a few paces away; closer to the store. (That was truthfully not the Apothecary.)

The grocery store sliding doors open up, revealing the entrance of the store with the classic shopping carts and baskets. The scent of fresh baked bread and dust greeting your sense of smell as you walk in. Your hand swiftly gathering up a basket as you didn’t plan to stock the house if there were just going to be some random, untrustworthy people that would just eat it when they look like they can afford a meal themselves. A meal that would be way more expensive than yours.

You however, feel a bit more comfortable within a disclosed place with cameras. You were less tense than out in the open where your vehicle is as there weren't many people out in this gray, cloudy day. Although, it didn’t compare to the safety of your home. Where you knew where everything was just in case someone would try to test you of your resolve in your own home: a ground you know well of.

Walking down one of the isles randomly because you really didn’t know what to cook…(or you just didn’t want to go back into the vulnerable open.) your eyes catch the labeling of some good priced white rice. Your hands extending for it as you look at its contents before putting it in your basket and moving on. Perhaps you can make some stir-fry? A fajitas chicken bowl? Or maybe you can just do a classic cheese sandwich and tomato soup? Or a baked potato with some meat on top? The possibilities are endless, but the classics always bring you right back in.

Going to the meat selection, you spot an… Alpha legionnaire looking down at the meat, but you pay them no mind. Any being has the right to stare down at the meat like they just want to eat it raw, then and there… You do however, give them a slight nod when they look over and notice you, the Adeptus Astartes always so alert of their surroundings, and perhaps staring at you enough to make you a bit uncomfortable before they turn and simply leave, never getting anything on their way out.

It was a weird experience, but nothing like with the doctor. You would prefer to be stared down by an Adeptus Astartes then be paranoid of a doctor at this point. It just might be a safer option.

Looking down at the meat yourself. You can’t decide if you wanted to do beef or chicken with your stir-fry, or maybe just go for a vegan option as some of the fruits and vegetables were on sale… for a good price too. Strawberries covering chocolate sounded real good…

Damn, why was figuring out what to eat so hard?

“What about you?” You suddenly ask your little marines, pointing at some chicken in packaging. Wanting their opinion because you couldn’t choose what you would like eat as they eat what you eat. “Chicken or beef?”

At first, the marines were a bit confused on what you were asking them. Looking at each other before they realized what you were asking them. Their tiny forms perking up and chittering up at you, giving their own inaudible response. Pointing down at the meats they would want or try before scowling at one another for choosing the different thing.

“Calm down, calm down…” You quietly sigh as if you’re some tired mother with their children. Moving your hand up to pat the one that causes the most ruckus, and not because they were arguing. Which ends up being Saveth because you can feel how his claws prick at your fingers. They are lighter than Sarvaks as his “attacks” are more deeper, brutal; punishing if he were bigger. Scarab feels like he kinda hesitates to touch your skin, and Atheloca feels dull, but leaves a strange ache after he touches you. Not like a burning or hot sensation, just… weird one. It does go away after an hour or two.

Saveth hisses lightly at you when you do pat him, disliking of you pinning the blame on him, but he doesn’t really… reject you either. He can sense your fear, your paranoia: all of them can, but the tiny Night Lord is more prone to it, and he doesn’t like it. That he’s not the source. Not like he would want to scare you. Maybe give a loving spook here and there, but this is different. He— they don’t like how vulnerable it’s making you feel. That you don’t feel protected.

“Oh, hush you.” You huff at the small, hissing Night Lord, grasping him a little and shaking him. All while making sure you're being gentle, you didn’t want no broken fingers and have your shards of bone being used as some decoration… “You know you’re the most troublesome.”

Oh, he sure does. So, to enhance his status he grasps at your fingers and holds onto them tightly. Not enough to cut the blood flow, but enough to make you know that you’re going to have to work for your own fingers to use them again. To even move your hand away from him or else he would just dangle from them.

You jump when someone calls your name however, your fingers giving a strong twitch that Saveth hisses at you again for. Practically telling you to stop such foolish squirming, he is loving grasping your fingers. Stop tensing too, you're doing that too much…

“My! I haven’t seen you in awhile!” A familiar, feminine voice greats you while you turn stiffly to see who just gave you the jump scare of your life. Your eyes landing on a lady with hazel eyes, long light brown hair, bracelets on her wrists…

Ah, she was the receptionist from the apothecary’s. A woman you believe you can trust as she gave a vibe of… innocence? Around her? Or was it a strong sense of protection? Either way, you have a feeling you would like this lady out of the work space or in.

“How are the little ones doing?” She asks, cooing and keeping her distance as she spots a few of them on your shoulder: Atheloca and Scarab. Her pointer finger wiggling at them.

“They are… doing well.” You respond quietly, your eyes looking behind the lady. Spotting an always towering Salamander looking over the isles, its red visor landing in your area before ever casually making their way over.

“They do look well.” She returns, straightening herself up. Her hands going to her hips, making the bracelets on her wrist jingle. The big Salamander stepped in behind her, looking down at the tiny group. More specifically the little marines on your shoulders, his helmet tilting slightly. “I did not know you were in town, haven’t seen you at all.”

“I’ve been… camping out at home.” You answer back as honestly as you can, you didn’t want to say you were afraid of coming out of your own home just because you were paranoid. That was like saying you were afraid of your own shadow. “Roommate can be a bit… messy. Plus, little marines? Didn’t want anything bad happening to them.”

“Camping out at your home is… not healthy you know. I hope you have been getting out.” She states rather than questioning you, tilting her head slightly. Folding her arms while you can feel the tiny weight of Saveths body come off from holding your hand as one of the marines climb up to the top of your head, probably getting a good look at the Salamander that dares to come close.

“For work purposes and when I need a simple walk around the block, yes.” You say, nodding your head slightly. Hearing how whoever is on the top of your head (probably Saveth or Sarvak) hissing up at the Salamander who deeply rumbles amusingly in return, gaining the attention of the woman.

“Ah! Right, this is my Salamander.” She exclaims, gesturing to the Salamander behind her. The helmet of the Salamander looking down at her before looking back at you which you give a nod of a greeting. “Battle-brother, Mosei.”

“Hello.” You greet verbally, nodding slightly again at the Salamander, mentally making sure the little marine on your head doesn’t fall off. Though, now you know your suspicions were right when you entered the apothecary’s building and assumed she was bonded to a Salamander with how her wrists were decorated. Makes you question if there were other suspicions you were right on…

“Also, where are my manners?” She gasps out, realizing something. Her own hand extending out for you to take. “Apologies, my name is Mya.”

You blink, staring at her hand for a second before taking it, giving it a gentle shake. Also giving your name, even if she probably knows it considering she had files of the marines and expected you to come in when you had brought them into the apothecary. Though, it was still good manners to give your name because, maybe, they didn’t read your name but just your file?

A little growl comes up from the top of your head, sounding like a frustrated, angry squeak. Tiny weight shifting on top of your head and you're almost amused by it yourself. Your hand coming up to gently grasp at whoever dares to challenge a non-threat clearly bigger: Mosei, who thankfully, is a Salamander and is just as amused more than anything. His green helmet tilting in all directions; downward at the mini marines.

“Fistiy little things, huh?” Mya coos again, wiggling her fingers at them. Completely enamored with their tiny anger while you bring down your hand: grasped with a mini marine from the top of your head. Figuring out that it was Sarvak being huffy and puffy which honestly was no surprise to you. He was a bit… territorial.

“Yeah, but they mean… good.” You mumble, feeling how the mighty Sarvak wiggles in your hand, wanting to be free from your confining grasp. He just wants to defend you, damit!

“I’m sure they do.” She hums, nodding before turning back to Mosei. Straightening up her back. “Can we have some mini marines?”

The Salamander seems to freeze up at her ask, his own armored for straightening up. Nothing but near quiet breath coming out of Mosei. Did he perhaps mistake what she was asking of him?

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Mya brushed off her ask quickly, dismissing her words with a hand. Turning her attention back to you. “A little marine like these ones would be a rarity as your guys are not supposed to be this size. Would you like my number?”

You blink again. You, yourself, registering what she has asked of you before you slowly nod. Why not have her number? Maybe you can get some good tips and prices from her? Maybe you can ask what to avoid in the apothecary’s when the time comes? Also, to have her as a friend when… Sharon wasn’t really your friend.

Mya nods back at you, turning around in her spot. Trying to figure out how she actually would give you her number while your attention goes down to the tiny World Eater in your grasp, chirping and hissing up at you. Trying to use all the tactics he knows to get out of your grasp and have at it at the Salamander. Throwing his tiny form about, hissing at Mosei too. No doubt cursing at him in their lil’ own language.

Mosei: amused, only rumbles a laugh at the red, mini marine, angering the little guy further as you have to grasp him a bit more tightly to keep him from launching at the Salamander. Your hand moving closer to your chest to keep him pinned there, close to you. Calming him just a bit, your scent washing over him while he reduces to grumbles and mumbles, clutching at your hand. One day, he will be able to challenge whoever he deems to deceive you without you interfering.

“Here you go.” Mya gains your attention once more, her hand extending to you with a card between her fingers. “I have forgotten they give us a business card to show people and Astartes alike, but I have written my home phone on the back of it.”

“Oh, thank you.” Extending your own, free hand (nought of a grumpy World Eater. Though, with a basket in the crook of your elbow.) You take the card the best you can and flip it with your fingers, liking the bumpy, yet smooth texture of the business card. It was strangely sensational.

“No problem!” She says with glee, perking up in her spot. “You can call me whenever! Even if you need help with the little marines.”

Nodding at her offer, you keep the business card in hand, not wanting it to slip out of your basket. Watching how she turns back at Mosei, making sure that he was okay after he hadn’t moved for a while, and you took that as your que to go back to shopping. Needing to get stuff before it gets dark as you didn’t feel exactly keen on driving back home at night. Not only that but your paranoia…

Quickly looking around the grocery store for more ingredients for a stir-fry, baked potato and a cheese sandwich (the options being indecisive.) The mini marines slowly settle themselves once more while you figured you could hide your tiny bit of stock for a bit of the week. You really didn’t want to come back within the week, if you could, to get anything more. That feels like you were just pushing your luck.

Picking up a block of real cheese as your final purchase. You head over to the cashier, standing in line for a second before checking yourself out; paying for your groceries and swiftly heading out into the parking lot. Using both of your hands to hold your bags while the little marines keep themselves sat on your shoulders and collarbone.

The growing cold of the night bites at the layers of your clothing while you walk out. The gray skies turning a bit darker, showing you the day was slowly coming to an end for a tomorrow to rise. Your warm breath creating a slight cloud, and you briefly wonder if the winter was coming before the hairs on your neck rise. Your form just stopping at the trunk of your vehicle. Your heartbeat picking up.

Do you dare to look around? Do you risk it? Should you just simply put in the groceries as if no one was watching you? No, you need to look around. Not for the safety of you, but the safety of the marines.

So you look up. Your head turning in all directions as you scan every horizon around you. Not caring if your fingers ache while you hold the bags… You needed that confirmation that you were not being followed.

However, you find nothing but yourself, and it feels like you were just having some horrible dream: a nightmare. It feels as if you were getting sucked in a spat out of something full and made of fear; anxiety. You’re not sure for how long you can continue to ignore your gut…

Though, you continue on. Breathing out with a slow exhale then inhale. Putting a bag of groceries on the ground of the parking lot so you can open the trunk of your vehicle and put the rest of the groceries inside before putting the bag you disregarded in the vehicle too. Your form briskly walking to the drivers seat of your vehicle, entering it, taking a seat, closing the door and locking it the whole vehicle, twice.

Perhaps, you were just tired? You haven’t been sleeping very well either… Yeah, that has to be it… You were just tired.

You were just tired.