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I feel you and David would be best friends. He has a crush on a girl name Nani who adopted her sister. The sister Lilo adopted a pet from out of space- she named him Stitch.

David lives an island where he surfs and does fire dances (I'm not sure what it is called.)

He does fire dances??

And this Lilo person has a pet from outer space? You mean aliens are real?

That’s crazy!

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Johnny cage or Cassidy x reader (pref fem) where they think reader is not their type and after like something almost costing their/ readers life they fall hard

Johnny Cage's No Good Horrible Very Bad Day

Johnny Cage x Fem!reader

Warnings:: angst with a happy ending, near death experience, gore, medical inaccuracies

A/N: this is such a good fic imo with an amazing lackluster ending, cause i'm real like that. I’m just getting my mojo back. I could have made this more happy but i’ve got the angst bug, hope you don't mind anon. also its not proofread, thats for nerds.

Johnny Cage knew how dangerous this was. Knew how quickly one fight in the battle to protect Earthrealm could kill someone. So when you joined the team he never even kept you on his radar. He didn’t consider you his type enough to even bother flirting when he knew it was only a matter of time until this battle took either one of you. 

You had seen the way he flirted with damn near every female who crossed his path, even when they were trying to kill him. It bothered you sometimes, the way he barely even looked in your direction, as if you were invisible. You even went to Kenshi about it, asking if you had done something to offend Johnny but even Kenshi didn’t have any clue what was going on with him. You carried on with training, occasionally going on missions with the other protectors of earthrealm. It eventually became second nature to fight, getting used to being ambushed by Shao Kahn’s warriors. You managed to be friends with Johnny eventually, never quite understanding why he never flirted with you but sometimes liking that he didn’t. 

You managed to survive every mission, sometimes with injury sometimes not. You eventually got used to the everyday pain of  being a protector. The stabs, the cauterizations, the stitches. So it was a surprise when one day you almost didn’t make it. It was just another mission, nothing extreme. Nothing you and the others couldn't handle. In Fact it was one that all of you should've gotten out of without a single scratch. You somehow ended up with numerous deadly wounds and no back up besides Johnny. 

You had never been on his radar.. ever. Years of knowing you and he just never truly noticed you. Sure he knew you very well, you were friends. He would even say the two of you were close. Yet he had never noticed you in the way he did every other woman. So why does he feel this way now? After he's watched you come to the brink of death at the hands of Mileena, does he decide he's got a crush on you? It's all panic from the moment you call his name in anguish as Mileena bit a chunk out of your side. All your other injuries were superficial things he could patch up for now and have the medics fix completely when you got back to the others. Now you had organs showing and he didn't know what to do. 

He's just a movie star, he never should've been involved in any of this and right now it shows. Nothing but dread fills his body as he watches Mileena run off. He assumed she thought you'd be dead soon. Yet, he ran to you, adrenaline flowing so hard it might as well have been going into his soul. He barely ever paid attention when one of the others attempted to teach him basic medical procedures, he didn't need to know he was always with someone who did and now you were going to suffer the consequences. He did the best he could, practically ripping his shirt off and wrapping it around the wound, ignoring your screams as he tightened it as hard as he could.

In this moment he was glad for all the grueling workouts he had gone through, all the extra training Kenshi and Raiden made him go through. Comms were down meaning Johnny would have to carry you back to base. He could only hope someone would be there, that he could make it in time. You were unconscious blood soaking his skin even through the shirt wrapped around your wounds. He was keeping pressure on the bite the best he could as he ran for the base. You had traveled so far and with comms down he couldn't even be sure any of the medics would be ready for you. 

He didn't think you could hear him as he prayed to any god that would listen. As he asked why now. Why would he love you so much now as he runs with you dying in his arms. He also didn't think those prayers would work, that he would make it to base. 

He stayed by your side hoping you would wake up, that you would heal. There was none of Raiden's magic to help you, the god had gone on his own mission. The medics had done everything and now it was just a big game of waiting to see what would happen. So he waited. 

It was almost two months before you woke up from the coma, he honestly didn't expect you to wake up. Raiden had come back and healed what he could yet you stayed unconscious. During those two months Johnny stayed at your bedside, telling you what was happening around base and how the war was going. 

You woke up slowly, not shocked to see Johnny half asleep in the chair beside your bed. 

“Did you mean it?” you asked, slowly turning towards him. 

He startled awake, nearly falling out of the chair and causing you to giggle. A shock of pain ran through your side and you winced, gently grabbing it.

“Careful, it's gonna be sore for a while, Mileena got a pretty good bite out of you”  he says after he recovers, coming to stand beside you “Did I mean what?”

“Everything you’ve been saying. It's gotta be multiple times a day you say you wish you could take my spot…..that you love me” you explain, twiddling with the blanket that had been draped over you, barely even making eye contact with him. 

He nearly chokes on air, his entire face going red. “You heard all of that?” 

“Every bit of it.” you smile softly, looking up at him. “Did you mean it?”

He sighs, scooting closer and holding your hand “Every bit of it” he says, smiling and kissing your hand.

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A very detailed, positive "Beetlejuice" review.

Lots of info about what happens, so consider this packed with spoilers.

‘Beetlejuice Beetlejuice’ Review: Winona Ryder and Michael Keaton Help Tim Burton Rediscover the Ghoulish Mischief of His Glory Days.

There’s an inventive sequence early in the unexpectedly delightful Beetlejuice Beetlejuice in which the Bee Gees’ “Tragedy” accompanies Monica Bellucci’s soul-sucking demoness as her hacked up body parts are shaken loose from crates in the afterlife’s lost-and-found warehouse, where she proceeds to stitch herself back together like a gorgeous DIY Frankenstein monster. That scene multitasks as a show of kinship with the same actor’s role as a vampire bride in Bram Stoker’s Dracula; a tribute from Tim Burton to a key Gothic literature inspiration; and a darkly delicious valentine to the director’s offscreen partner of the past two years.

One of many inspired set-pieces in a clever sequel laced with hilarious callbacks to the 1988 original and amusingly eclectic pop-culture references to everything from Carrie to Mario Bava, from Soul Train to Donna Summer, it’s not the only time during the movie that I scrawled, “Tim Burton’s back!” in my notes.

Any sequel coming 36 years after its predecessor is best approached with caution, this one especially so given that with the main exception of 2012’s Frankenweenie, Burton seemed to have misplaced his mojo somewhere around the turn of the new century — at least for this critic.

Tapping into the maniacally playful spirit of one of his enduring golden-era hits, the director seems reinvigorated. He serves up comparable tonic as well for two actors who were a big part not just of the original Beetlejuice but also of Burton’s Batman movies and Edward Scissorhands: Michael Keaton and Winona Ryder, respectively. The name in the credits of a second Batman Returns alum is no secret, but that actor’s droll extended cameo merits spoiler treatment.

Hollywood’s cynical strip-mining of successful IP in its quest for the everlasting franchise has taught us to be suspicious, so there’s something restorative for the audience, too, in experiencing a resuscitated screen property that’s actually fun — not to mention one that asserts its own reason to exist.

I sparked up and began to realize I was in good hands as soon as the spooky echo of Summer’s disco “MacArthur Park” cover segued to the first notes of a score by Danny Elfman, which starts in ominous mode and grows more devilishly jaunty as ace DP Haris Zambarloukos’ camera cruises through the sleepy town of Winter River and arrives at the hilltop haunted house purchased by the Deetz family in Beetlejuice.

Warner Bros. has been trying on and off to make a sequel happen since the early ’90s, most notably after the studio in 2011 hired Seth Grahame-Smith, who shares story credit here with screenwriters Alfred Gough and Miles Millar. Burton’s success pulling off such a zesty follow-up after so many years on the shelf is due as much to those writers, with whom he worked on Netflix’s Wednesday. That series’ star, Jenna Ortega, is chief among welcome new additions to the holdover crew of Keaton, Ryder, Catherine O’Hara and shrunken-headed Bob.

Still wearing the jagged black bangs she rocked as a goth teen, Ryder’s Lydia Deetz is now a widowed mother famous for hosting a reality show called Ghost House, where from a studio attic set she invites viewers to “Come in, if you dare.” Mimicking the formula of countless paranormal shows, Lydia coaxes guests to share chilling experiences of unexplained phenomena in their homes. But a triggering vision of Keaton’s Beetlejuice sitting among the studio audience reveals that the psychic mediator has not put her own haunted past behind her.

Lydia has a strained relationship with her teenage daughter, Astrid (Ortega), who resents her mother spending more time with the dead than with her own daughter and chafes at her disinclination to talk about her late father, Richard (Santiago Cabrera). He perished in an accident in the Amazon, and while Astrid thinks her mom’s supernatural insights are hokum, she petulantly gripes that Richard is the one ghost with whom she can’t communicate.

ensions between Lydia and her artist stepmother Delia (O’Hara) have eased over the years, despite the latter becoming even more self-absorbed in her shift from sculpture into mixed media. Her latest show is called The Human Canvas, and that canvas of course is Delia’s face and body.

The writers find a crafty solution to the awkward question of what to do about convicted sex offender Jeffrey Jones, who played Lydia’s father, Charles. In a spry Claymation sequence that’s classic Burton, we learn of Charles’ recent gruesome death — though naturally in the Beetlejuice world, death is more a pitstop than a destination, so the character lingers even if his original physical form is erased.

Barbara and Adam Maitland, the sweet, prematurely deceased couple played by Geena Davis and Alec Baldwin, are gone, however, as Lydia explains they’ve found a loophole. “How convenient,” scoffs Astrid, with a wink from the writers.

Charles’ funeral — whimsically accompanied by a boys choir singing a hymnal version of Harry Belafonte’s “Day-O,” another lovely callback — brings the family back to Winter River. Accompanying them is Lydia’s producer and soon-to-be fiancé, Rory (Justin Theroux), whose ridiculous tiny ponytail tags him as a phony, and whose “New Age, over-bonding, yoga-retreat bullshit” Astrid finds beneath contempt.

Wrapping the entire house, Christo-style, in black gauze, Delia sets about making her performative grief into a project dubbed The Art of Sorrow, while Rory seizes on Charles’ wake as the ideal time to propose to Lydia, who’s sufficiently caught off-guard to accept. Astrid’s disgust sends her speeding off into town, where she meets Jeremy (Arthur Conti), a fellow Dostoevsky fan and cool analog guy; they plan a date for Halloween night, when her mother’s “Witching Hour” wedding is scheduled.

While all this is going on, Bellucci’s Delores is terrorizing the netherworld, killing denizens “dead-dead” on her mission to claim the rotten soul of her husband, Beetlejuice. In a riotous touch that got huge laughs at the Venice press screening, their short-lived ghost marriage is recapped as a black-and-white, subtitled Italian mini-movie. Investigating Delores’ trail of destruction is Wolf Jackson (Willem Dafoe), a former TV action star now playing detective, with lots of cheesy direct-to-camera glances for dramatic emphasis.

The living (or “fleshbags,” as Jackson calls them) and the dead get tangled up when Astrid is tricked into a potentially fatal pact and Lydia is forced to summon Beetlejuice to help her cross over and save her daughter. Given that Beetlejuice doesn’t believe in free favors, an alternative wedding plan emerges to rescue him from Delores, a nightmarish scenario in which Lydia’s familiarity with the predatory sandworms of the afterlife’s exile desertscape comes in handy.

The zippy pacing, buoyant energy and steady stream of laugh-out-loud moments hint at the joy Burton appears to have found in revisiting this world, and for anyone who loved the first movie, it’s contagious. That applies also to the actors, all of whom warm to the dizzying lunacy.

The double-barrel title might suggest this is Keaton’s show, and he gets an ample share of antic opportunities — looking as moldy and slobby as ever and crawling with cockroaches — but he never crowds out anyone else in the strong ensemble.

is most exhilarating sequences include a stint as a trickster couples counselor when Rory decides Lydia needs to face “this construct of your trauma.” (The uproarious birth of a diabolical baby Beetlejuice during that scene yields one of animatronics chief Neal Scanlan’s most brilliant creations.)

If the use of Belafonte’s “Day-O” was a memorable high point of Beetlejuice, what the filmmakers and Keaton do with “MacArthur Park” in a wedding-from-hell climax takes the possessed lip-syncing and dance moves several steps further. The wedding cake with “sweet green icing flowing down” is a jubilant celebration of some of the daffiest lyrics ever set to music. And the fate of an assembly of cellphone-clutching influencers gathered in the church by Rory (“Nothing less than 5 million followers”) will bring bliss to anyone who ever rolled their eyes about that “career” path.

Ryder goes beat for beat with Keaton as the yin of the movie to his rancidly irreverant yang. The actress transports us back to the enchanting screen persona of her late teens, not just in Beetlejuice but also in movies like Edward Scissorhands, Mermaids and Heathers, in which she radiated a singular mix of smarts, sweetness and innocence but was just as effective when she veered into darkness. As much as anything, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice is a poignant mother-daughter story, played with real heart by both Ryder and Ortega.

The movie’s pleasures extend to Zambarloukos’ dynamic visuals and Elfman’s score, which has all the qualities of his collaborative peak with Burton plus distinctive new flavors. Another frequent collaborator, costume designer Colleen Atwood, does striking work for characters on both sides of the mortality divide, while production designer Mark Scruton has a ball creating a whole new network of afterlife antechambers, admin offices and departure terminals.

CG work is no doubt extensive but one of the sequel’s charms is how much its physical sets, puppetry and phantasmagoria stick to a hand-crafted look in line with the far more limited effects tools available in the late ’80s. It’s rewarding to have Burton back in full creative command of the humor, the fantastical imagination and the gleeful morbidity on which he built his name.

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I know you mentioned reader stumbling/tripping on stage, but how does mike deal with her getting seriously hurt? whether that be at a show, doing her own stunt on set (I’m working on a set rn and the scenes I’m doing are veryyyy stunt heavy so it made me think of this scenario) or just a silly accident?

It’s not uncommon for her to get hit with objects on stage, though thankfully, it’s mostly flowers, or plushies, or bras. This instance happened one summer, when someone threw a phone and it hit in her in the eye. Mike was not in attendance at this show, and she’s almost grateful he wasn’t. She was transported to the hospital and had to get stiches, but not before finishing the last song with blood all down her face. (The now iconic photo of her became the cover of Rolling Stone the following month labeling her one of the most badass woman in music, though she commented on it saying she wasn’t going to leave early when everyone paid money to see her, but she digresses.)

She called him from the ER, praying she would get to him before he heard from anyone else. (He was sleeping; it went to voicemail. She curses at the time zones).

An hour later, he wakes up and realizes what’s happened. He too curses himself, because of course this is the one show he doesn’t attend. He feels awful, and angry, and threatens to get on a plane to come see her, but she pushes him down.

“Just a few stitches—not losing an eye over this.”

“Okay, but you could have—”

“But I didn’t.”

When they are reunited a couple days later, her demeanor has changed, and she’s a lot less apathetic towards the entire ordeal. She’s sullen, and clings onto him in the entryway to his hotel.

“I need a break.” She’s tired, and her eye is nearly engulfed in purple and black. The world wouldn’t see her for nearly a year after this.

As for an injury on set, there’s a scene she does where she jumps out of a window, and it’s only like a 3 feet fall, and she nailed all of the rehearsals, so she wasn’t really worried, but during what ended up being the final take, she lands awkwardly and feels two separate pops in her ankle. She finishes the take, but the pain is borderline unbearable. Come to find out, she tore two ligaments, and had to be in a boot for several weeks. She was not thrilled, especially so, since she was attending a wedding with Mike only a couple weeks later, and, “This boot does not go with this dress.”

Luckly for her, that’s the worst injury she’s ever gotten. She did have to get stiches in her hand once when she punched a mirror that turned out to not be breakaway glass. There’s a whole thing about it in Watch Mojo’s Top 20 Actor Injuries You ACTUALLY See in the Movie. It also helped she got an Oscar for that role, and that scene is the most talked about.

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Everyone, Please Help Me Welcome @hollyethecurious back to the CSSNS!!!

Your Tumblr and any other applicable names

hollyethecurious (Tumblr) / HollyeLeigh (ao3 and ff.net)

How long have you been in the CS/OUAT fandom?

Since 2016

When did you start shipping Captain Swan?

When Emma held that knife against Hook's throat in S2

What drew you to this event?

My besties

What inspired your topic?

The TV show Grimm

If you would like to share a snippet/sneak peek/summary of your fic or artwork, please use the space below.

Killian watched the vans depart and began tearing down the police tape they’d used to cordon off the area. The techs had left behind one of their flood lights for him to use while finishing his own tasks, but after he stowed it away in his cruiser he realized how unnecessary that had been. The moon was bright enough for him to do a final patrol with the assistance of his flashlight to illuminate the hidden areas within the trees’ shadows.

He’d just finished a sweep of the perimeter when the skin at the back of his neck prickled and his hair began to stand on end. The area, which moments ago had been softly sound-tracked by an ambiance of crickets and distant hoots of owls, had gone quiet.

Too quiet.

Reaching down to his holster, he flicked loose the restraining strap with his thumb before palming his side arm. “Who’s there?” Killian called out as more prickles of unease crept over his skin and up his spine. “Storybrooke PD! Identify yourself!”

Movement flickered in his periphery and the quick succession of snapping twigs alerted him to someone fleeing the scene.

“Halt!” he yelled out while in hot pursuit with his gun drawn. “Storybrooke PD, I demand you stop and identify yourself!”

Barely able to keep pace, Killian chased after the suspect. His attempt to call in the incident over the radio on his shoulder had been met with static as he was clearly too far out of range. Not wishing to lose the perp, he did not want to risk digging his phone from his pocket, lest it slow him down. The pursuit lasted for an agonizing length of time, drawing Killian deeper and deeper into the woods, his legs burning and his lungs screaming from the extreme exertion.

He finally stopped after bursting into a clearing, biting back curses under his heaving breaths for having lost sight of the suspect. Holstering his weapon, he doubled over with his hands on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath. A painful stitch began to form at his side and sweat from his forehead threatened to blur his vision.

The snap of a branch was the only warning he had before something solid collided with him, knocking him to the ground. Inhuman snarls and the gnashing of teeth curdled Killian’s blood even before he caught sight of the monstrous wesen he was currently trying to fight off with all his might.

Blutbad. The Big, Bad Wolf. In full woge and ready to tear Killian’s throat out.

For our artists: What kind of art do you like to do? Picsets, painting, digital, etc?

picsets and collages mostly

What are you looking forward to most about participating in this event?

As always, all the new exciting stories and art pieces. I'm also looking forward to getting a bit of my writing mojo back.

Ok, am I the only one who had shivers running down my spine at that snippet? Welcome back, Hollye!!! Can't wait for the rest of this on July 21!!

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Can you please write something for Wolfe with the prompt "i'll provide for you—you'll never have to work again!"? Thx

Wolfe's a Wolf.

Lt. Mark Wolfe x Reader.

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A patient died on the operating table that day.

A grizzly case of someone stepping on a landmine.

After a twelve hour surgery, deflated, defeated and bloody up to your elbows, plastic gloves entirely crimson on your hands, you sit slumping on the cracked tiles for god knows how long contemplating all the ways this life could've been saved. All the ways this could've been prevented. All the ways the ultimate outcome could've been different. All the ways all the bits and pieces this broken soldier was in when they hauled him inside could've been stitched back together to hold his entrails and limbs in place instead of collapsing into a mess of gore and mangled flesh in front of you. Maybe if you did more. Pressured yourself harder. Maybe if Doc --- sometimes, chaotic, disjointed thoughts have the habit of racing like that whenever you have a death case on your hands, professional poise, guilt and exhaustion mingling into a heavy, potent cocktail along with the realization you haven't slept or ate properly in two days straight, living off of adrenaline alone, notwithstanding the fact that you didn't even want to think about the notion of showering and when's the last time you had the free time to do it properly. Right now, you're tired. So very tired it echoes back to you from the bottom of your very soul. You know it, even as it's happening; you fall asleep in the hallway. You tell yourself; you'll have the rest of your life to feel more awful you've ever felt, but now --- your body needs some shuteye desperately; the sordid, tortured, dreamless type. It demands it. And you catch a Z, right there, uncomfortably leaning on the cold, iron leg of the very bed a kid no older than eighteen died on with his torso split open, carried out in a body bag. You're aware of yourself dozing off even as someone leans over you, talking to you or at least preparing to, for a second having you think the medic's returned to find you in this sorry state not befitting a combat nurse, napping in-between shifts. Funny that, how a person could be semi-asleep out here yet be fully awake, both in their own body and outside of it.

It's Lieutenant Wolfe of Bravo Company, US 25th Infantry Division.

Somehow, you had the tendency of both forgetting about the very fact he existed and yet, you could recognize him if someone forcibly woke you up in the middle of the night and showed you his picture while painfully pointing a flashlight into your eyes; he was peripheral yet ever present like that. Or maybe it was the humidity weighing heavy on the facility that had you thinking like that, all distorted and crazy. Grief burning through your mind like a sickness.

-"Hey, you sure did a job today. Did your best."-

He speaks to you and you're not sure if he really says those words or if you're imagining them in a state of complete and utter stress. All you wanted to do is keep your eyes closed and hope he goes away. Wasn't unkindness on your behalf. Had nothing against him or anyone from his respective platoon, except the few notable exceptions you'd rather diplomatically and very prudently steer clear of unless the opposite was absolutely necessary. It was just --- it was a difficult day. You wanted to be alone. No desire for small talk. And no. You didn't do your best. Someone died today in the most awful and painful way a person could die. Yet, Wolfe's presence persisted, or Mark's, as he occasionally insisted you call him. You recognized it as an attempt to flirt by getting personal and ditching honorifics and ranks but you tried to kindly ignore such advances, feeling that on-field fraternizations of a sexual or amorous nature in equal measure were always generally bad mojo and a cause for unnecessary entanglements and drama; the pastime of civilian life. Certainly not fit for in-country service.

-"Need something?"-

He asks, blurry in the frame of your heavy lids, taking up the space of your vision.

You appreciated the effort. You really did.

But, now wasn't the time.

You wanted to forget? How's that? You wanted a second chance? A shower? The war to end? To sleep, continuously for three days straight even though that wasn't a possibility? Could he provide that? Was he a magician? Probably not.

-"No."-

You mutely shake your head leaning against the infirmary's wall once he crouches so he'd be at eye level with you while you were there barely managing to get those two words out, squeezing them through by force because he at least deserved the courtesy of your verbalized rejection; lips chapped and dry, your words feel like cracked sandpaper in your own throat. You close your eyes again. Wolfe still doesn't go away, though. You sense him in front of you. Time feels strange, like he's been by your side for both longer and yet simultaneously shorter than he really was; you occasionally flutter your lashes open purely to check if he was a figment of some nightmare or not. Suppose the poor schmuck was doing his job too, as best as he could; making sure his infantrymen, including the medics, were okay was part of this calling irregardless of the fact how badly he tended to fail at it most days. You failed today too. So who were you to judge him anyway? You were in the same shit out here. In over your head.

-"You know ---"-

He begins, carefully, looking around like he was checking if the coast was clear.

Was this going to be another attempt of his to go sweet on you?

You hoped not.

You were too overworked and devastated for the theatricals of romance.

You listen to the rain outside, thumping the window ajar just above your head.

A harrowingly humid monsoon season has started.

You vaguely wondered what the weather was like back home.

-"I'll provide for you."-

He says, matter-of-factly.

Just like that.

Out of the blue.

You could barely keep your eyes open to look at him but you could see his own gaze dropping, scrutinizing the dried, crusted blood staining your skin and your rolled up sleeves sticking to you like he was trying to illustrate a point. It's like someone took a hammer and smashed you straight across the skull with it on the spot.

-"You'll never have to work again."-

He adds and you feel your lips part, exhaling sharply like it was the first actual whiff of oxygen you had in ages; god, that was unethical of him, college boy dangling his privileged position back home to bait you. Using this moment of weakness. Biding his time. Knowing it would come sooner or later. Eclipsing you alone like this. Men out here die every day. And he'd catch you. At your worst. Your most profoundly vulnerable. Your most miserable. Making you on offer you couldn't refuse. Because this was good work. This was noble work. Sacrificial. But, my god, was it awful. Was it dirty. Was it sad. It weighed heavier and heavier on your conscience every day. And you can almost visualize his words as clear as daylight; never having to sit on a cold floor up to here and here in someone's guts, eating away at yourself every time someone dies squeezing your hand begging for their momma who can't be here to help them. You feel the tears trickling down your face, unbidden, because the prospect was so attractive you had to weep. Wolfe was a wolf. He really was. So, why were you hyperventilating like you just heard the most beautiful couple of words ever constructed by human lips? Oh, You knew why. Because in spite of the fact you personally volunteered for this and nobody's forced you into it, in fact, your folks tried to actively talk you out of it, the job has become so hellish you wanted out and that was hard to admit.

Seems like Wolfe knew it too.

Because you can swear, from the corner of your eye, eye sight blurry as it may have been, you catch him half-smiling, if only a teensy, tinsy bit, twiddling his ring finger and the signet on it like a promise of things to come; like he was trying to say that you could be home right now, in your own powder room, a new bride freed from duty indefinitely, in front of a boudoir, all soft light and hues, writing a love letter to him on perfumed paper instead of being here, your fingernails blackened with someone else's dried guts, never needing to work again because someone else would take care of business. When did he become so quietly unscrupulous? Maybe he always was and it was your mistake to think of him as a bit of unassumingly, slightly cowardly and feeble non-presence. You wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but you couldn't muster the strength to do it when something inside of you wanted to slump over and start begging him. Graciously kissing the very ring finger he was twirling around in anticipation.

All you had to do was say yes.

And this would all be over. It could be, couldn't it?

You're not sure when, but the next time you open your eyes; Wolfe's gone.

As if though he was never there in the first place.

The rain outside comes down in a torrent like the earth was weeping too.

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The Hero Discount

Summary:

"Little Lloyd had an accident during his training session with Kai, and since the others were on a patrol mission, Kai and Nya took Lloyd to the hospital for treatment, but at that moment Lloyd discovers that the "heroes" of Ninjago They can't get discounts, which seems unfair."

If I'm bad in my English, forgive me XD

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Sensei Wu went out to look for some supplies and Cole, Zane and Jay went out to patrol the city in the Ultrasonic, only Kai, Nya and little Lloyd were left in Dareth's Mojo Dojo, who by the way, quickly went out to pay for some things related to the bills for the repairs to the dojo after the demolition machine destroyed the main wall, fortunately she used Really Ninjago's money for those repairs, in addition, the other ninjas also helped in the construction of it. Today was not a day for lessons with Dareth, so the dojo was free for Lloyd's training.

Nya was on the roof making some modifications to her Mech Samurai X.

Kai was supervising Lloyd's training, but he left him for a second while he went to the bathroom, Kai obviously told him not to jump on the balance bars while returning from the bathroom, Kai was teaching him how to balance on the bars, but while He wasn't there, he ordered Lloyd not to move from his spot while he returned, Kai knew that jumping over the poles was dangerous if there was no one to watch him and catch him in case he fell, and Lloyd was still a child, and he still didn't have much experience staying on one foot while he was on the poles.

But Kai should already learn that Lloyd never listens to what he's told, (just like him), it didn't take long for him to hear a loud, painful noise coming from the training area as soon as he came out of the bathroom. She entered where Lloyd was and the only thing she saw was the boy lying on the ground crying and touching his head while drops of blood fell from the side of his forehead.

It was normal for Kai to be scared when he saw the blood running from the boy's wound, and it seemed to be a big wound as the blood was flowing like a big river. Lloyd didn't seem to have the strength to sit up on his own, luckily Kai rushed to be next to him and help him sit up, Kai took off his Ninja mask and used it to stop the bleeding from the wound as a quick action to stop bleeding.

-Lloyd?! What the hell happened?! – Kai frantically tried to maintain adequate pressure on the wound, but it did not stop bleeding, even some of Lloyd's blood stained the floor and his Green Ninja uniform.

- I-I just wanted to jump towards another pole like you told me... b-but I slipped on the fabric of my pants and hit my head on the side of the other pole... - Lloyd sobbed. While he also tried to put pressure on his head using Kai's mask, but it hurt too much that even he was almost unable to touch the wound on his head.

- God... Lloyd... - Exhaling worriedly, Kai quickly lifted the cloth and took a quick look at the wound, it was still bleeding, a lot, and no doubt the wound would require saturation stitches, unfortunately Kai, nor Nya, had that knowledge, Zane maybe, but he wasn't here and they couldn't waste any more time since this could be bad for Lloyd.

- H-It hurts... - Lloyd moaned, interrupting Kai's thoughts as he let out painful sobs.

Then Kai acted.

- Don't worry, you'll be fine - Kai calmed him down as he wrapped his free hand around Lloyd's waist and lifted him up while continuing to help him keep pressure on the fabric of his head with his other hand. Lloyd also tried to hold the fabric of the mask over his head wound, but doing so made it hurt more, but he still made the effort.

Kai ran up the stairs, kicked open the door, and yelled for Nya to come with him to the hospital so he could take Lloyd. Nya was obviously startled when she saw her brother reach the roof, nearly burning herself with the blowtorch as soon as she heard the knock on the door, but as soon as she saw Lloyd bleeding from the head she quickly demanded an explanation. Kai gave him a brief summary as they walked down the stairs, mentioning that Lloyd fell off the balance beams and hurt his head when he left the training area.

Nya started the motorcycle she had gotten while they were looking for accommodation, and quickly headed towards the Ninjago General Hospital, luckily it was not far from the location of Dareth's dojo, as soon as they arrived they quickly asked the receptionist to attend to Lloyd, a nurse. She guided them to a room where several patients were being treated and assigned them a small room where there was only a stretcher, some vital machines and medical tools, and it had large windows where you could see the medical area.

After the nurse gave them some clean, sterile cloths to cover Lloyd's wound, she told them to wait in the room while she brought in the doctor who would treat them. Waiting patiently as per her instructions, Nya sat with Lloyd on the stretcher and hugged him to give the boy some comfort. Kai was still putting pressure on Lloyd's wound but luckily she wasn't bleeding as much anymore, thanks to the cloths she gave them the nurse.

- Don't worry, green machine, you'll be fine - Kai suddenly mentions to calm the boy who was still sobbing and complaining about the pain in his head.

- But I can barely feel my head, - Lloyd exclaims as he glances at Kai out of the corner of his eye.

- Hey, don't be dramatic, besides this wouldn't have happened if you had listened to me if you didn't jump over the poles without me seeing you - Kai scolded him while changing the cloth on his wound for a new one. Lloyd winced as he felt the new fabric touching his wound.

- I thought I could, I just wanted to impress you that I could do it alone - Lloyd groans as he touches the same place where Kai kept pressure on his wound - But I slipped because of my stupid Green Ninja suit, it's too big for me, and I always trip over that. - Lloyd growls angrily as he winces again as Kai presses the fabric harder.

- We'll have to ask Sensei Wu if it's okay to make some improvements to his suit - Kai mentioned sympathetically as he remembered all the times Lloyd tripped with his Green Ninja suit on, the suit was obviously made for an older person, and the boys, plus Kai, had to roll up the sleeves of their suit and the fabric of their pants, so that Lloyd wasn't dragging the excess fabric all over the floor and could move better.

But just then a doctor arrives in the room, Kai assumed it would be the doctor assigned to them.

- Nice to meet you, Red Ninja and Samurai X, I will be your assigned doctor - the doctor kindly introduced himself to the two brothers.

Kai didn't find it strange that the doctor didn't know their names, after all, the news almost never mentions them by their real names.

- It's good that doctor arrived, this is Lloyd and he hit his head very hard, the wound is deep and that's why we brought him - Kai mentioned while greeting the doctor and pointing to Lloyd who seemed to continue complaining about the pain in his head.

- I see, let me check the wound please - Nya obeyed and got up from the stretcher to be next to Kai while the doctor approached Lloyd, who luckily stayed still, while he lifted the cloth, very carefully, to examine the wound - Yes... -comments the doctor while covering the wound with the cloth again - The wound is deep, but not that serious, but it does require saturation points for it to heal well –

- It's really necessary? – Lloyd asks with a nervous tone since the boy didn't like needles at all. That fear came to light after taking Lloyd to another hospital one day to receive a flu shot.

- If we want the wound to heal, yes - the doctor calmly states as he begins to prepare what is necessary to close Lloyd's wound - But don't worry, I will inject you with an anesthesia that make feel nothing while I close the wound, you will feel something uncomfortable, but at least you won't feel pain as soon as your wound closes –

Lloyd still doesn't seem sure, but at least Nya approached him to reassure him – Don't worry, I'll be here with you while they heal your wound. And I promise you it will be fast –

- You promise? – Lloyd looks at her with hope that she really stays by her side at all times while they close the wound.

- Yes, I promise, - Nya Lloyd said as she gently rubbed her shoulder.

- And you Kai? – Lloyd now turned to the Red Ninja.

- Of course, dwarf –

- In fact, only one person can stay with the child, I'm sorry - the doctor quickly announces in apology when he sees how Lloyd asked the two brothers to stay with him.

Resigned to what the doctor was saying, Kai looked at the boy with sympathy - Don't worry, I won't go far, Nya will stay with you while I stay outside the room, plus someone will have to tell the others about your situation, right? –

Lloyd hummed affirmatively as he looked down, obviously disappointed to know that Kai couldn't stay with him and Nya.

- Easy - Kai playfully touched Lloyd's nose - You're going to be fine -

- Very good, let's begin - the doctor left the utensils next to Lloyd's stretcher and even helped him lie down on the stretcher. Kai had already left the room, but he didn't go far, he sat in what was the waiting room and took out his phone so he could contact the others.

Luckily that didn't take time, Kai knew Zane was the best at taking anyone's call.

- Kai? What's happening? – Zane asked from the other phone line.

- Hello Zane, hey, are you with the others? –

- Sure, why do you ask? –

-Listen, Lloyd got hurt and we had to take him to the hospital – Kai mentioned directly, but then quickly added another answer – But it wasn't serious, seriously, they are treating him now –

- Was Lloyd injured? – Zane sounded alarmed – But what happened? He's fine? –

-Yes, he will be fine, he hurt his head and will receive some stitches, but it was nothing serious, they treated him in time, Nya is with him at the moment. I called you to inform them that we will return to the ship as soon as they finish treating Lloyd -

- Okay - Zane sighs in relief - I'll let the others know about the situation, if they finish soon call us again, okay? –

- Of course - Kai ended the call and sighed deeply as he leaned his head back, clearly today was a long day, Kai hoped that this experience would teach Lloyd to listen to others in the future so as not to do anything reckless new during your training.

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It didn't take long when the doctor left the room and informed Kai about Lloyd's condition. Kai got up from his seat and entered the room and saw that Lloyd was once again sitting on the stretcher while Nya was next to him. Lloyd had a large gauze pad over the area of his wound, but there was also a large bandage surrounding his head. At least the doctor was kind enough to clean even the blood that ran all over Lloyd's face, however, only the Ninja suit was still stained with his blood.

- How do you feel? – Kai asks as she placed her hand on Lloyd's shoulder.

- It doesn't hurt as much anymore, but it does burn a little,- Lloyd stated naturally while touching the area of his wound.

- He was lucky he didn't have a serious concussion, he's a tough kid. You will only need to change the bandages on the necessary days, take some medications, carefully clean the wound and if the stitches come loose, do not hesitate to bring the child back here – the doctor mentions while taking a sheet of paper from his clipboard and give it to Kai. There were written the medical prescriptions that Lloyd would need, the days to change his bandages and the disinfectants that he would need to clean the wound.

- Thank you, doctor – Kai thanks when reading the doctor's sheet in detail.

-You're welcome, the payment will be at the reception, just show them the sheet and they will tell you how much you have to pay - the doctor mentions when putting away some of the things that he used to close Lloyd's wound.

- Hey, wait - Lloyd suddenly responds - Should we really pay? Aren't there hospital discounts for heroes who saved Ninjago multiple times? – Lloyd's tone seemed childish, no one thought that a child like him would think that heroes got big free rewards just for saving the world.

Kai and Nya obviously laughed, Lloyd didn't seem to understand why they were laughing, but he clearly looked very confused.

- Excuse me - Kai mentioned without stopping laughing at Lloyd's comment - You know how children are, I think the blow to the head affected you quite a bit - Shaking Lloyd's head affectionately, Kai helped him get up from the stretcher and hug.

Kai and Nya ended up paying at the reception, which Lloyd didn't like, as soon as they left and went to the dojo, they boarded the Destiny Bounty, Kai informed the others that they were already home and Lloyd stayed in the game room. He stared at the television after Nya handed him her medicine.

- Hey - Kai greeted as he entered the room - How do you feel? – he sat on the couch next to Lloyd so she could give him some company.

- Aren't heroes supposed to pay nothing and receive free things? – Lloyd suddenly asks as he looks askance at Kai.

Sighing, Kai approached Lloyd and put his arm around his shoulders - Lloyd, nothing in this life is free, it sounds silly, but it's true, besides, I know that many children like you believe that just by saving the city, the people  give free stuff to the heroes, we save the city from the Great Devourer, the pirates, the Serpentine, your dad and other things I've even lost count of, and we still pay for the things you need like normal people, right ? We are not trying to live in luxury, but you saw the result of that occasion. –

- Yes, I know - Lloyd responds when remembering what they experienced in the Penthouses of the hotel where they stayed for a while.

- Listen - Kai cleared his throat and looked Lloyd in the eyes - Being a hero doesn't mean that people will give you something in return or you'll receive gifts or get some free benefit, it's about doing the right thing without receiving anything in return, the boys and I don't complain every day about not getting good care from the city, but there will always be people who will remember what you did for them and that will help you in the future. Good actions speak louder than words –

- Okay... - Lloyd accepts resignedly while huffing a little - But I still think that it would be good for you to receive a good discount at the hospital, what happens if one day one of you gets seriously injured? –

-Hey, the people at the hospital know that we did a lot for the city, if something bad were to happen to us, the doctors and nurses would not hesitate to help us, besides, it is part of their job to help people, like us, and little naughty ones like you - Kai playfully ruffled Lloyd's hair and he was disgusted by Kai's movement - Not all heroes get discounts Lloyd –

- Mmm...it's okay, I believe you. I guess you only see that in comics and television –

- Okay, now, do you want some of the ice cream Nya brought? –

Lloyd did not refuse the offer of ice cream, and while he recovered from his head injury, Sensei Wu suspended Lloyd's training sessions until he was completely healed.

[whumpasaurus101]

Sidekick Whumpee x Hero Whumper pt 10

okay lets ignore the fact that i havent updated this story for...LIKE A YEAR??? oh my days- ANYWHO GYUHJHKDJHD I'm back with my mojo LETS DO THIS WOOO

Cw: Blaming self / Guilt / past character death reference / its more ouchy hurt than pain HUIJDGHKDHJ

Previous / Masterlist

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Once Medic had convinced Villain to lie down for a few minutes, they made their way back into the room before freezing. Sidekick was curled into a ball, hugging their knees close to their chest as they rocked back and forward. Medic cursed under their breath, rushing to kneel by Sidekick’s side, “Heyhey Sidekick, look at me.” 

Sidekick sobbed out, shaking their head quickly, “‘s a-all my fault! Why the hell did you come after me!?!?!!?” They roared, “I was fine, I was able to put up with the pain-” They couldn't help the sobs that ripped from their throat, “And now someone died because of me!!!”

Medic looked at them, their eyebrows furrowed as they let out a sigh, “Oh Sidekick…” They gently pulled Sidekick close to them, “It's alright kid, I’ve got you, alright? Nothing is going to happen to you or us.” 

Sidekick sobbed, their fingers tangled in Medic’s shirt- their knuckles white. 

Medic softly shushed them, their hand running through the other’s hair, “Let’s get you to bed, just so your stitches don't get ruined or anything from being down here, okay? I’ll make us some food soon.” They gently brushed back a curl that was covering Sidekick’s eye, “You look exhausted.”

Sidekick gulped and nodded, sniffling as they wiped their face with their arm. 

Medic brought Sidekick to the guest room, they gave them a soft oversized hoodie -which Sidekick was very grateful for- before Sidekick relaxed into the bed. Just as Medic went to leave, they felt a gentle tug at their wrist. When they turned around, they saw Sidekick, looking up through their long eyelashes;

“Can.. can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Medic’s face softened and they nodded, “Of course, hun. They gently sat over the duvet, right beside Sidekick who’s eyes fluttered closed. Medic’s fingers carded through Sidekick’s hair, gently scratching their scalp. They felt the other relax under their touch, a smile on their face before they took out their phone. They texted Teammate, telling them the situation and asking for them to sort out the body. 

Once the message was sent, they let out a shaky breath before searching up to see if there were any nice hotels nearby.

Villain lay on their bed, heart aching. Their eyes were more or less glazed over, staring at the ceiling. They closed their eyes shut tight before opening them again. This is not what Henchman would like, Henchman told them to take care of Sidekick and that's what they had to do.

Just as they sat up, Meic entered the room; they both chuckled. “Hey,” Medic smiled. 

Villain shakily smiled back, “Hey.”

“So uhm, I figured it might be a nice change of scenery if we stayed a night or two at a hotel. Just the three of us.”

Villain’s eyes widened, “I-you- I mean, s-sure! But only if you let me pay.”

“Oh you're hilarious, cmonnnnn, let me treat you!!!” 

Villain chuckled, “Damn you, you know I can’t resist your puppy dog eyes.”

Medic giggled, smiling proudly, “Cmon, pack your stuff!!! I’ll get mine and Sidekick’s things in a bag.”

Villain nodded and Medic turned to leave.

“H-hey, Medic?”

Medic hummed, turning around to meet eyes with Villain who smiled, chewing on the inside of their own cheek before speaking, “Thank you, for…for everything.”

Medic smiled, walking over and hugging the villain, “Of course, it's the least I could do.” 

Villain shook their head, “It- it's not…it’s… well, it's more than anyone except for Henchman has done for me.”

Medic smiled a teary smile, cupping Villain’s cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead, “You deserve to be looked after, Villain. You get no credit for looking after this city, someone needs to look after you…”

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[batstitchnerdycrossstitch]

I am SO EXCITED cause now I have stickers and they are HOLO GLITTER! These three stickers of some of my favorite cross stitch pieces will be available at markets for $4 a piece, but $10 for all 3!

BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE! 😂

If you purchase any of my cross stitch pieces at a market you will get a Bat Stitch Nerdy Sticker for free!

Upcoming events:

6/9- Denver Magick Makers Market: Ant Life Space, Denver, CO - 11-4pm

6/23- Lavender Art Collective Sensory Friendly Market- The Savoy Denver - 4-10pm

[xgingersnapxshopx]

[devildomwriter]

Raphael update

His stitches are out but I’m not so sure they should be, we’ll look into it because it seems one may have a little opening still from when he tried to scratch the stitches out

Anyway he is a happy purring baby, on the left is his sister Mango watching a watch-mojo horror countdown on YouTube, she’s an absolute angel! She will give you a thirty minute facial with her sandpaper tongue and it does wonders for the skin and the heart

[conjuremanj]

Mojo Bags Vs A Blessed Bags.

The difference between the traditional mojo bag and a blessed bag there both are mojo bags but one is sealed shut either tied or stitched closed and made for a specific purpose while the other like the draw string bag can be open and worked.

[Example] If I have a master bag (Called a Master Hand) made with a draw string bag, this is a bag that does everything like Money drawing, Luck drawing, Love drawing etc. Let's say I wanted to get a certain job, well I can take some dirt from that jobs location and put it in my mojo bag to get that job.

I can also take some foot track dirt of a women I like and put it my bag to have her come back to me.

This is a real mojo bag.

Now I know you herd that you can't open a mojo bags that's incorrect you can.

Why Is It Said We Can't Open Them? Because the marketer put it in these books that people read telling you it can't be open and they don't know any better and the person reading then don't either.

Also Back in the day of the early workers when our ancestors started to movie northward they were meeting other workers them selves. Because you know each plantation only really had one or two workers and they couldn't go to another plantation to meet each other so when they move northward they did and when they sold these bags they told the client not to open them to keep other workers from seeing how it was made and knowing there family secret.

Heres two examples of blessed bags one ties and one stitched closed.

All bags need to be fed to keep it working.

[elizabethplaid]

Did some more knitting today, while catching up on a few episodes of the Red Web podcast. I sat in the living room to stitch, having Wampus for company eventually.

I'm working on a scarf for Librarian-K, the one who had invited me to her wedding. It's a great project, though I can't work without looking at it. (I tried when I was at the dentist back in May, but it needs attention for the stitches.)

There's no deadline for this project, especially since I started it last December-ish. If I really get my mojo back and need to impulsively start another project, I've already decided to give myself permission. Secretly hoping I might try a doll sweater. *fingers crossed!* Not expecting it to happen, but a girl can dream.

Now it's time for a nap.

[fuesch]

Lost my crochet mojo yesterday after counting stitches of an oval I just made and somehow it had a whole 10 fewer than it should have. No idea where they're missing, there are no dents or anything. How even?!