#suicide by taking poision

[nightfallsystem]

i dont want to die i just want to be free from all this pain and suffering and if death is what it takes then thats what it takes

[rdiowx]

Hi im rdiowx, you can call me Ray or radio since rdio is just radio without the “a”.

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Im autistic and Mcr is my special interest! I do take requests (however they aren’t open for mcr, Gideon graves or ryan ross rn!) if you have any ideas you want written so dont be afraid to ask!

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GERARD/PARTY POISION

— EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— BACKSTAGE WITH FRERARD

—KITTEN GEE

FRANK/FUN GHOUL

—EDGING BASEMENT GEE (special appearance from bullets! Frank)

— PUTTING FRANK IN HIS PLACE.

— FRANKS LOVE HANDLES

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

—BACKSTAGE W/ FRERARD

—TEASING W/ LEATHERMOUTH FRANK

—FRANKENSTEIN FRANK IERO

—PUPPY FRANK

RAY/JETSTAR

—COCKY RAY TORO

— RAY AND A READER THAT HAD A BAD DAY

MIKEY/KOBRA KID

—FUCKING UP YOUR HANDS WHIPLASH STYLE

— COMFORT W/MIKEY AND FRANK

GIDEON GRAVES

nothin yet

RYAN ROSS

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PILOT KELSON

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Kinks im fine with

I will write…

Smut

Fluff

The occasional angst (not a big fan)

Pretty dark fics if i have an idea i really like, ex: kidnapping and yandere themes > I HAVE A BLOG FOR THIS NOW ! :3 : @rdiowxdeaddove

Poly x reader relationship, Ex: frerard x reader, rikey x reader

Kinks that arent illegal and dont gross me out :) rn i have no idea what that entails

I will NOT write

Fem readers

Scat kink

Age gaps that are illegal

Pregnancy fics

Angst without comfort/a good ending (i dont know i just dont like them)

Vore (i feel like that speaks for itself no?)

Definitely not major character death man im a crybaby

Most drugs, HOWEVER marijuana is fine cause i have the most experience with it and cigarettes are also fine cause i grew up around a bunch of cigarette smokers.

Selfharm or suicide, i dont read thoes fics let alone feel comfortable writing them

💧🐕🦇💚🦴🌹🧩🩺🕯️🧟‍♀️👾 ,🦈🎸,🫘👽 🐾 🪰, 💣‼️,…

I don’t write for female readers at all.

[omoriboii]

gimme the circle snuuy lore 👁👁 /lh

AAAHWWAhh UuUUm Ok a Y...uhhh

god I have so many versions of this type of au/scenario lemme just- picck on e

(TW for ED's/Eating Disorders for anyone sensitive to those)

Soooo I always thought it would make a lot of sense, characterization wise, that Sunny would have some form of difficult relationship with food. One of the few times you see him actually 'eat something' it's in the scenario of him waking up suddenly at night, attempting to eat something and then shortly after puking. Those two actions alone immediately struck a chord. It either meant one of two things.

1: Sunny ate a steak that wasn't properly cooked WHyThe FUck Did YoU MicRoWave A SteaK and got food poisioning

orrr..

2: Sunny has some form of anorexia/bulimia, and when he finally went downstairs to eat, he only did it purely out of instinctual emergency. The bulimic route meaning he immediately felt guilty about eating, or felt disgusted doing it, and therefore threw up, or it was anorexia, and he'd been sleeping constantly as a way to avoid taking care of himself, including eating, and when he did finally eat he had absolutely no idea to pace himself.

Thinking about this, it made me wonder the probability of how things would shape up post-good ending. As one of the ways someone can express forms of depression, guilt, or self loathing is starving themselves. I feel like if things happened the way they did (he got hospitalized because of funny Bagel man) and he ended up minorly disabled, a lot more attention would be put into making sure he'd recover okay, since it's a very common issue for underweight fellows to struggle with recovery.

I think at first (if Sunny's mom did truly care for him) they would try to establish a better schedule for him, including regular meals and activities that wasn't ENTIRELY based on just sleeping 24/7 that would first help boost him from being an underweight twig to actually normal weight.

Though with most people who go through recovery of traumatic events, having a form of coping would be almost mandatory. I think in Sunny trying to correct his poor self-care habits he may end up overdoing it a bit, since he's seen to be one of the least physically active of the group, and often depriving himself of food (which it does genuinely seem like he has interest in food! Just look at all the food oriented things in his dreams) I feel like overeating for him would end up happening easily because he probably hadn't given himself the liberty to actually enjoy himself and do something that makes him feel happy.

He wouldn't feel like everything he did would be wrong because he hurt his sister.

In part of forgiving himself, he accidentally becomes big, probably gets invested in hobbies like drawing, or writing, and maybe violin again if he can will himself to do it again for his own sake. None of those hobbies would be very physically taxing anyways, and with everyone worrying about whether or not he's gonna become depressed/suicidal again, of course they're gonna offer him cookies and shit and be like (hey I know this thing makes you happy and I want you to be happy type of scenario.)

So when Sunny finally comes back to meet his friends again, they all realize that he's definitely changed as a person, but also that they now have the ultimate cuddle buddy if they ever decided to do sleepovers again.

I think chubby Sunny would both feel a lot more at peace with himself, and Mari, but also probably kinda pouty because damn, maintaining a normal frame isn't as easy as it was in his dreams- lmao.

ALSO ONE SIDE NOTE- (i know this is long im so sorry) but it's also a lot more probable for previous Anorexics/Bulimics to accidentally gain a lot more weight because when going through the process of starving your body's immune system drops which makes the probability of sickness and weight gain easier because your metabolism is much slower.

Hahahah round Snuuy stuck in bed sicc while doodling and eating soup dpfikoguydfihugofdliugfdnjligfdklgd

[unrelentingcheeseburgers-ss13]

SHIPTEST PIZZATIDE STORY

Starring Giuseppe, local italian

ROUND ONE

Make a shitton of pizza bread

Get ingredients

Make a total of three sales

Have fun, transfer

Just a happy lil pizzaria :]

ROUND 2

Buy a Boyardee-Class

ISV GUISEPPES PIZZARIA

Prepare pizza ingredients and resteraunt

Admins go batshit insane

Finish everything, start taking orders

Another pizzatider comes in

We start... poisioning the pizzas???

Very quickly go from papa johns to walter whites

Get a call for pizzas to feed a crew

Make a shitton of drugs and posion from ambrosia

One more pizzatider comes in

We make absolutely no sales and keep making drug pizzas, poison pizzas, and plasma cigars

Celebration sandwich!!!

Dress up in a maid outfit to advertise

Get absolutely shitfaced and high

Make the deal

Transfer

Pippins kills himself via vending machine

I suicide bomb the last one who is shooting me to death with a double barrel

Server goes offline

[newshindiplus]

हल्द्वानी: Corona से पति की मौत, पत्नी ने 3 बेटियों समेत खाया जहर, हालत नाजुक

हल्द्वानी: Corona से पति की मौत, पत्नी ने 3 बेटियों समेत खाया जहर, हालत नाजुक

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मां और तीन बेटियों की हालत नाजुक बताई जा रही है. पड़ोसियों को जैसे ही महिला के इस कदम की जानकारी लगी उन्होंने एंबुलेंस (Ambulance) बुलाई और महिला समेत तीनों बच्चों को हल्द्वानी के सोन सिंह जीना बेस अस्पताल में भर्ती कराया. सभी की हालत गंभीर…

[the-night-writer1]

Tw attempted suicide mention

So in unforseen consequences, Red got sick bc he was trying to poision himself right? But he fucked up the dosage or whatever he ate, his demon bod metabolized it too quickly making him sick but thats about it, yeah? Just trying to see if i have the right read on this...

No bud he just got really sick from a mix of very little in take and other things I'm not going to spoil and DBK had to force cold medicine down his throat because he was so out of it he was fighting them

There is more to the illness but I'm not giving spoilers ruin the surprise

[keeloves]

What can be shown on a show for Kids!

So I hear many people argue that two people of the same sex can't be a couple on a kid show but here are a list of things that are allowed in media geared toward children. Take Avatar the Last Airbender for example. That show was geared toward children and the followings were allowed to happen. A bareved parent who lost his son in war. An abusive dad who abused his wife and children to the point where he burned his sons face when he was only 13 Literal children are being used as weapons in war and I mean 12 to 17 year olds are. I mean it took a 12 year old girl developing metal bending to help end the 100 year war. An entire nation was wiped by mass genoicide. We saw a 17 year old boy die or supposely die. They had all of Aang's past lives telling him to kill Ozai but he didn't We saw water benders locked in cages and one was so depserate she developed blood bending and then later taught it to a 14 year old. We saw a 14 year old girl go from being a caculative intelligent villain to her having a full fledge melt down. Now in the spin off show where the lead character is bisexual and didn't get her relationship well developed with her girlfriend these are the things that happened in her show. Season 1 A double homicide/suicide by a man blowing himself and his brother up on a boat. Season 2 The main character trying to save her evil Uncle despite the fact he ends up dying trying to kill her. Season 3 A man brutally kills a woman by afixa by literally bending all the air out of her suffocating her, his girlfriend accidentally blows her head off, and a man commits suicide by bending a cave around him all so he won't go back to prison. Season4 Korra has PTSD from being posioned and it takes her seeing the man who tried to kill her by affixa and who had her poisoned to help her. Kid shows will queer code a lot of their villians but won't give us proper LGBQ+ rep. However we are shown more brutal deaths. A man falls to his death A man accidentally strangles himself and falls to his death The villians have poisioned the main protaginst. But why is two girls or two guys holding hands not deemed approitate for children? It's so weird what media will allow.

[sketzocase]

Pheromones. Pheromones.  

PHEROMONES

Let’s talk about fucking pheromones.  (LONG POST) 

DISCLAIMER 

(please understand that while upset and angry, this post is not to personally call names or incite fighting. I’m just stating my opinion and the research of which lead me to it. The information I am providing is in no way shape or form intended to make fun, call out, or demean any users and at absolutely NO point will individual user names or topics/posts be linked to or mentioned . Neither will any screen shots or other such means be shown. The point I am making is not to cause fighting or demean or bully any individual users and please understand that any issue brought forth is with the overall arching topic and in no way aimed at any singular individual. As such, this is my opinion and while the post is quite frustrated , it is not meant to cause any mental or social harm to any user. Which involves inciting harassment, suicide baiting anons, hateful messages, blatant slander, or any form of online bullying. While understanding that every fandom has a wide range of ages in it, I am an adult and my intent is for the following post to be as respectful as I can make it while being angry. Please be kind to all users regardless of their beliefs or ideas. )

NOW

PHEROMONES 

Def-  -: a chemical substance that is usually produced by an animal and serves especially as a stimulus to other individuals of the same species for one or more behavioral responses

Things pheromones do ( in nature) 

raising an alarm (not sex) 

signaling a food trail (Not sex)

triggering sexual arousal (SEX) 

tell other female insects to lay their eggs elsewhere (not sex) 

delineating a territory ( not sex) 

bond between mother and offspring  ( not sex)

warning another animal to back off (Not sex) 

They work on humans! ( sorta) 

List of how they are mainly used in comics (from comic websites!) 

The user has complete control over the pheromones, a secreted or excreted chemical factor that triggers a social response in members of the same species, of oneself and others, including releasing pheromones that induce attraction between subjects (or within a subject for oneself), to exuding pheromones strong enough to induce sleep, change/influence emotions, draw crowds, etc.

Pheromones may induce a pleasure, or may put subjects into a state of high suggestibility (either of which is useful for limited mind control). Other uses of these pheromones can be used to mark territory (causing people to feel the compulsion to not go into a certain area), or to leave a pheromone path which others can follow. The user's pheromones may even increase stamina (NOT SEX) slightly stimulate the healing process (NOT SEX) or (used offensively) cause foes to become disoriented, (NOT SEX) violent oR (NOT SEX) extremely sick. (NOT SEX) 

(THE FOLLOWING INFO COMES FROM  : https://www.fandom.com/

- I LOOKED UP PHEROMONES AND PHEROMONES APPLICATIONS- 

THIS IS ONE OF THE ONLY SITES THAT FOCUSED ON COMICS SO.. TAKE IT AS YOU WILL. 

THEY CALL IT

Feromonikinesis

Pherokinesis

Pheromone Control

APPLICATIONS  (WITH LINKS) 

Addictive Contentment - The user can cause other beings to develop immense, even addictive emotional attachments to either themselves or others. This can result in the victims having strange, withdrawal-like symptoms by breaking this emotional tie and can even cause death because the person will "need them" so much that they cannot bear to live without them

Desire Amplification-The user can amplify the desires in others, increasing the targets needs/obsessions/desires up to point where victim won't stop at anything to try to get whatever they desire for, even being willing to hurt themselves to get it.

Emotion Detection-User can sense the presence of emotions, including feelings, moods and their affects, of themselves, people, animals and other creatures.They can sense the presence of others by sensing their emotions.

Inodorosity-The user's body possesses no discernible scent, allowing them to evade users of Enhanced Smell among other things.

Mental Inducement

Desire Inducement- User can induce desires into others, to the point where they cannot get enough of it. This power can bring out the deepest desire of someone (whether it is company, love or just food) or even induce new desires they never had before.

QUICK THINGS -

Hunger Inducement - Causes the victim to feel great hunger or even keep on eating without regard to their health.

Love Inducement- Cause a people to desire what they love and vice-versa.

Nostalgia Inducement - Make the victim desire for the past.

Sexual Inducement - Induce sexual desires in others, making them get it at all costs.

Emotion Inducement- The user can induce emotions, including happiness, sadness, rage, fear, etc., causing short-term change in emotions, exact length of the effect depends on both the users skill and power and the targets mental state.

QUICK THINGS

Anger Inducement

Annoyance Inducement

Avarice Inducement

Anxiety Inducement

Bliss & Horror Inducement

Confidence Inducement

Confusion Inducement

Courage Inducement

Desire Inducement

Despair Inducement

Doubt Inducement

Self-Doubt Inducement

Emotion Inversion

Envy Inducement

Excitement Inducement

Fear Inducement

Intimidation Intuition

Guilt Inducement

Happiness Inducement

Hatred Inducement

Self-Hatred Inducement

Hope Inducement

Love Inducement

Self-Love Inducement

Nostalgia Inducement

Optimism Inducement

Paranoia Inducement

Pessimism Inducement

Pleasure Inducement

Sadness Inducement

Serenity Inducement

Sexual Inducement

Fear Inducement

Love Inducement

Orgasm Inducement (SEX)

Pleasure Inducement 

Sexual Inducement

(MORE THINGS (FOLLOW LINKS!!!!) 

LIMITATIOINS

- May be limited to manipulating the pheromones of others or only themselves.Some users may only be able to control a particular gender (usually opposite of user's own).Strong will-powered victim may be a problem.

MARVEL USERS  (INCOMP) 

-WALLFLOWER  (f)

-STACY X  (f)

-DAKEN (m)

-SPIDER WOMAN (JESSICA DREW) (f)

- PURPLE MAN (m)

-PURPLE WOMan (F)

-PURPLE CHILDREN  (?) 

DC (INCOMP)

-POISION IVY (F)

RESURRECTION MAN (M)

QUEEN BEE (F)

HITCHHIKER’S GUIDE TO THE GALAXY 

- FORD  (M)

THIS is a very short list. 

Conclusion

As you can see, yes, pheromone manipulation does involve sexual things, but there is also a whole ass list of other uses. 

In regards the the latest X-Factor comic and some remarks I’ve seen about Daken’s misuse of pheromones, I humbly, and respectfully disagree. 

On the two instances he was shown- clearly- using pheromones, He used it to calm a child- completely innocentand to soothe and entice a man into giving him information 

HOWEVER- if you see the man’s face in the beginning- there was already attraction there. 

There for, in no way shape or form were Daken’s powers used for nefarious purposes. 

On a side note, if you were to ask anyone who works with small children if they would use a ‘cool down’ pheromone to make children stop screaming- I’m betting they’d say ‘yes’ (as long as it was safe. Which it was) 

-much less serious not, Patrick Star  (Spongebob) is one of the characters known to use ‘annoyance inducement’ and that makes me laugh my ass off-

[fracturedmotivationwriting]

the boys plan to avenge their fully capable, strong women

Atticus knew he needed help taking Lev down. So he naturally turned to the two most ruthless people he knew. 

"Don't make me knife you, Blackbourne," Excalibur growled from Torin's bed. Usually, a threat like that coming from Cal would make Atticus nervous. But today, Atticus was too full of rage to feel scared by any threats thrown his direction. 

"Oh, no, no, no, no. There’s somebody else we need to knife," Atticus chuckled dryly. "Again." 

"We?" Torin questioned, eyebrow raised. 

It must be a shock for the two assassins that the jokester spy was asking them to help him assault someone. Atticus thought the two men never took him seriously, just viewed him as Ravyn's annoying, talkative best friend. Torin maybe held a bit of respect for him, but that was more because Torin held a soft spot for Alice as she had helped him in quite a few missions. 

"Yes, we." 

"And why should I care? I'm too hungover to get involved in anything, Blackbourne," Cal drawled, his voice making it evident that he wanted nothing to do with Atticus' usual shenanigans. 

Oh, how wrong Cal was. Atticus would have found this amusing if he weren't a man on a very violent mission. 

"Somebody hurt Ravyn. Still too hungover?" he deadpanned, meeting Cal's glare with the same intensity. He didn't have time for Excalibur Cole to be belittling him. 

"What happened?" Torin interrupted the staring contest, his voice just as calm as ever. At least he was taking Atticus seriously. 

Atticus sighed, leaning against the wall and regaining his composure. Sure, he was absolutely furious and wanted to murder Lev on sight. But he knew he needed to play this smart. It was why he was seeking help from the Coalition's two best assassins. At this moment, Atticus wasn't thinking of them as Ravyn's two closest friends. They were allies with a skillset that Atticus needed to take advantage of for his mission. So he needed to stay calm, reign in his anger, and focus on the task at hand. Finding a way to take Lev down. 

"You're roommate, Lev," Atticus started, his voice almost betraying his fury at the man's name. "Tried to rape my sister. She only got away because she stabbed him repeatedly." 

Torin's anger had been growing the minute Atticus walked through the door, but now his blood was practically boiling. Alice was one of the few people in the Coalition that Torin considered pure and good. Most everyone else had red on the ledger, even if it was only a fleck. Alice wasn't like that. And Torin felt the same protectiveness over her that he did his own sisters. She had helped him hack into security systems many times for missions. After helping him get inside, she always left the rest of the mission up to Torin, distancing herself as much as possible. Torin understood that. Not many people had the stomach for his line of work. But still, Alice had always found him the following day to hug him and offer him her ear should he ever need to process what had happened. She was simply too pure for this business. And Lev had tried to take advantage of that. 

"Did Lev do anything else?" Cal asked slowly, clearly wondering where exactly Ravyn fit into this beyond her obsession with the boy. 

“He grabbed Ravyn so tight that there’s some serious bruises around her waist. He also threatened her, and not in the empty way, either," Atticus clarified calmly, waiting for the assassins before him to understand why he was coming to them. 

"So when are we taking Lev out?" Torin spoke up first. 

"Exactly what I was about to ask," Atticus smirked. He knew it wouldn't take long to convince the boys to help him. Now they just need a plan. 

"Well, as much as I would love to do it right away, we can't," Cal sighed. Atticus raised an eyebrow. The sooner would be better, in his opinion. 

"Lev is still valuable to the Coalition. While he may not be the best assassin, he's still pretty high on the list. Him disappearing would raise too many questions," Torin said, already getting lost in his  thoughts as he ran through possibilities. 

"The Coalition would never believe an assassin from the outside could get to him," Cal continued, shaking his head. 

"Slowly poisioning him could make it look like he contracted some deadly disease, but the Coalition would likely run an autopsy and the toxicology report could show it," Torin added, frowning. 

"He's too narcisstic to make a suicide believable," Cal grumbled. 

Atticus watched as the two assassins went back and forth exchanging ideas among themselves and shooting them each down. He understood why Ravyn was so obsessed with them as her "OTP." They barely even had to speak to each other to go through ideas and reasons why they'd fail. They were just so naturally on the same page, that they were firing back and forth so rapidly that Atticus felt like he was getting whiplash. 

"Wait!" Atticus interjected loudly, catching the two assassins by surprise. "None of those ideas are salvageable, but they also aren't acceptable to begin with." 

Torin and Cal shared a glance before both looking at Atticus in confusion. 

"Not acceptable?" Torin raised an eyebrow. 

"Your ideas so far have been merely finding a way to kill him," Atticus began slowly, sitting down at Torin's desk. His voice measured and calm as he looked between the two sets of eyes staring back at him. 

"I want him dead, but I want him to suffer first. I want him to be in excrutiating physical and mental pain. I want him to be so terrified that he can't sleep at night. I want him to jump at the slightest noise. I want him be so out of his mind in pain and fright that he wishes for death. I want him to be begging us for mercy. And then I want to give him a silver of hope, a chance to survive, before ripping it away. I want him to die, but I want him to feel the same pain that he caused my girls. I want him to suffer." 

Both Torin and Cal stared at the boy before them. The boy that was sitting at Torin's desk, his face void of emotion, his voice as steady as ever, his demeanor the definition of calm despite the horrors that had happened to his sister and his best friend. Here he was discussing how he wanted to make Lev's life a living hell, how he wanted to torture the man before killing him, and he was as cool as a cucumber. This was the same boy that used to run around campus pulling pranks with Ravyn. The boy that quoted Shakespeare and other literature at the most inappropriate times. The boy that when he was serious, it was almost always for a case. The boy that drank too much and took too many pills and was always the life of the party (until Ravyn decided it was enough and took him home). The boy that, as far as Torin and Cal had seen, never displayed this level of rage, and certrainly hadn't done so as unperturbed as he was now. 

It was almost frightening. 

"We need to play the long game," Atticus continued after a pregnant pause, averting his eyes from the assassins before him. Their gazes were starting to make Atticus a little uncomfortable. They were looking at him like he'd grown a second head. He was in his own head now, thinking of a loose plan. Hopefully, Cal and Torin could help him fill in the details. 

"We need to find a way to extract both physical and mental torment on him without raising suspicions. Then we'll need to find a way to explain Lev's absence for a period of time. In that window, we'll kill him. By the Coalition or anyone else realizes he's dead, it'll be too late. We'll do it in such a way that any evidence won't lead to us, but that'll be merely a precaution. By the time they find a body or begin an investigation, most evidence should have deterioted." 

"Blackbourne, remind me why you aren't an assassin?" Cal asked, eyebrow raised and sounding almost impressed. Atticus' behavior was surprising, to the say the least. Cal may actually like this version of Atticus. The circumstances that called for this Atticus were terrible, of course, but this Atticus seemed serious and a lot like Cal and Torin. Maybe a little crazier, but still like the two assassins. 

"Blackbournes aren't allowed to be assassins," Atticus shrugged, some humor and liveliness returning to his eyes. "After one of my great uncles or second cousins once removed or whoever it was went on a little 'unapproved' killing spree, the Coalition stopped inviting us to the assassin program. It was a shame because before them we had tons of successful assassins. Many Blackbournes have been the pride and joy of the Coalition, and many of us are their worst nightmares. Two ends of the spectrum, or two sides of a very dangerous coin. Anyway, the Coalition came to their senses and realized that they couldn't risk and of the bad seeds of the family learning the skills necessary to commit mass murders and get away with it." 

"That's not a good enough reason," Cal shook his head. All the big Coalition families had bad seeds. Sure, the Blackbournes had some of the more dangerous ones in Coalition history, but that couldn't be the only reason Atticus wasn't allowed in the program. 

"He couldn't pass his psych evaluation," Torin interjected dryly. Atticus smiled impishly. 

"Now that, I believe." 

[theshireisburningg]

Ok this time I’m talking ancient no-one-calls-it-witchcraft-but-it-was-kind-of-witchcraft (and it would be a lot cooler if the guy wasn’t a complete asshole)

mithridates was the king of Pontus from around 120-63 b.c. (Pontus is located in modern-day Turkey, and at the time was one of Rome's biggest enemies)

His father was murdered by poisoning when he was around 11 which caused some like life-long trauma/fear that he would be poisoned too

This led him to go into hiding and become obsessed with toxicology (relatable). he made his own mixtures of poison and studied all kinds of toxins and took small amounts of them every day in order to try to gain immunity against them. he even tried to come up with remedies by testing them on prisoners (:/), and supposedly came up with a 50+ ingredient universal one that worked on all poisons, containing all different kinds of roots, dried flowers, spices, frankincense, etc. (like what kind of Witch Potion! it honestly sounds like it’d be great)

So fast forward many a years later through all horrible murder-war stuff. there was some #ancient conspiracy that all of that actually did work when he tried to have a weird family group-suicide after being taken down by the Romans (again)

He tried to do this by taking poison, and his wife and children died but it didn’t work on him. (the Romans mocked him for a long time afterwords, finding it hilarious that someone who dedicated a lot of his life to studying poison was unable to poison himself omg). after realizing the poison didn’t work he had to awkwardly turn to death-by-knife.

He’s now informally known as “the king of poison” which is a fuckin title. Anyway, you can look up this take on poision, Mithridatism, it’s a real thing! (not recommended to try at home)

[thegothicviking]

Something very disturbing that I wrote in 2012 (in english)

06.November.2012

"It's strange sometimes"

It's strange sometimes,

How sleepless nights,

Turn into the most creative ones.

No rest, but yet so full of energy and ideas

That comes to mind.

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Some ideas might be cruel

But others are full of kindness and joy.

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And then we have the "other ideas".

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The wicked ones

Meant for lunatics and Asylum madmen.

~~

Those ideas could be anything and nothing

That a single human can fit into their brains. A head. a skull.

~~

Such as: "In how many pieces can one cut a single body, before it turns into absolutely nothing at all?"

~~

Well. I myself have never thought about that before.

~~

But if I do ever get near a corpse with a chainsaw,

I'll let you know.

~~

Then you have the last type of ideas.

Yes, one that I didn't mention before!

~~

Well it's quite taboo,

A little "hush hush" in our so "graceful society"!

~~

But then again who are graceful in these days?

~~

This "idea". Thought,

Or whatever you may call it.

Involves you as a person, your private

All of your darkest and and tormentended feelings and of course a person's life.

Or shall we say "The end of a person's life".

And last but not least "a method on how bravoo! You guessed to end your miserable life.

~~

You guessed suicide?

Bravo! Well done!

I must say a such a taboo obj subject to be,

Suicide is surtently (certainly) quite fascinating.

~~

Just think of the possibilities on how to end one's life! Especially in these modern times.

~~

Hanging, knives, poision, bleach, guns, trains, waterfalls, and high (tall) buildings.

~~

It's almost a too bad a shame that each individual only can experience one of these darkest desires methods, these so called "darkest desires".

~~

Because even though we may never speak of it; we're all we are all wondering about the same question. How will I take my last breath? How will I die..?

....

I do wish there was a way for me to stay.

A reason.

Something to lean on when the weather turns bad.

I once used to think there was on was.

~~

A person. A place perhaps. Somewhere where I didn't feel "misplaced" right now.

But I have just quitted ended searching stop my search.

~~

Because no matter where I go, no matter who I meet...All I can see are people's backs..

~~

And that's no fun!

Nooo!

~~

So maybe the only way that I can face these "backs", the other way around, is to end it all. Drift Float or above them. Like a ghost, and float beyond...away.

Away from all these stupid backs!

~~

And then, years and years after I have "drifted away to the beyond".

They might find this utterly strange and abonormal poem. A poem of strange and "taboo" ideas. And they will think, with their tiny little brains: "How strange. I feel like I know this girl though I can't remember from where. If we ever met."

~~

Yes. It is strange sometimes

How sleepless nights

Turns into the most creative ones.

~~

No rest, but yet so full of energy and strange ideas that comes to mind.

________

Note from me (the author of this...whatever it is?) I don't remember writing this!! But it is my handwriting and I found it in a old little (ironically pink with a flower on) notebook. I must have been very depressed at that time since 2012 was a year filled with ups and downs and breakups and getting back together again with my then toxic boyfriend.

I WANT YOU TO KNOW;

I don't feel this much suicidal right now! And thank God or Satan or Odin for that! Because WOW. This was so disturbing to read. Even for ME!

[consecrated2christ]

Back there again...

Hello friends!

I sincerely hope you had a restful Christmas and were able to celebrate the New Year with close friends & family.

I happened to get quite sick over the holiday break but perhaps it was much needed with all that went on this year.

I was literally home for about 2 weeks...hadn't gone out but for a few important occassions like my brother's engagement party.

Part of me believes I've been slowly becoming an introvert (gain energy from being alone) after dealing with burnt out and my diagnosis with generalized anxiety. (Since 2016) However I still do get bursts of energy from being with people...maybe the difference is the type. Ie. healthy vs. unhealthy.

Personally, I know we're all broken people but find it's a deal breaker in relationships (romantic and non) to not want to deal with your issues. But I totally understand the initial "putting off" of painful experiences and emotions. I do it too... I just mean being a person who doesn't want to change at all -- the whole "I am who I am" mentality.

Anyway this past Monday, my mom and I wanted to have an outing together. She has a chronic illness and this prevents her from working outside the home and doing normal errands. It's like when your phone battery stops charging completely and you only end up with 30% after a normal charging period. Or in humans terms, sleep. To give some context, my mom started showing symptoms when I was 11. So we've dealt with this as a family for about 15 years now.

Regardless of her illness, I have come to love my special time with mom. I say "come" because my teen years would have said otherwise. Not to say though that I don't love my mom unconditionally...it's more that my raging hormones complicated things. So while my mom had good intentions of wanting to have time alone...it would all depend on my mood.

I will say though that experiencing my mom's illness with her has been a journey to say the least and used to really blame Jesus for it. Anyway another story within itself...

Back to this story. My mom ended up not being well enough to do the errands that we were planning on doing together. This is what I mean by our special dates. Sometimes it may just be as simple as returning an article of clothing and looking for some fabric. My dad ended up going with me after work and was just honestly thankful to get out of the house for my own sanity.

We first drove to Old Navy to return a coat from Christmas for my brother. The sales clerk said she couldn't process the order at the store because it was an online purchase. Back on the road again. Next we headed to a pretty low key mall to look at some fabric that my mom needed for our dining room chairs. As it turns out, the place she had in mind was close by but not where she initially thought. Next we then purchased some Pad Thai for dinner that night at the mall and then headed to our last stop for the day.

So we get there and my mind was overwhelmed with all the fabric inside. I am an artsy person in other ways (makeup, music, etc) but find any kind of crafy store to not be my cup of tea. However I appreciate those blessed with this type of creative mind and skillful hands. My fine motor skills are terrible to say the least. ;)

After we take a couple of pictures of potential colours and specific fabrics for my mom to see. (They didn't offer swatches)

As we head out and continue driving down this street...part of my brain recognizes this area. Now I recalled how I'd been here once or twice with my family for this Polish supermarket and one of my mom's favourtie restaurants. Still...something peaked my interest.

Then it hit me after seeing some specific land markers. I say land markers because I am directionally challenged without my GPS, so had previously defined a place by what it sold.

This is the place where I tried to commit suicide.

I remember like it was yesterday: hopped on the closest bus to my house and just headed south. Then got off at a random stop and went to go pick my poision. Then I drank it with another sugary beverage and walked into these woods. I didn't take any IDs or my cell phone. ((NEVER DO THIS)) All I had what was on my back. I then proceeded to drink the poision and walk into the woods. It wasn't super dark yet but remember how cold it was on my hands.

Kept walking but nothing happened. I drank some more.

Being in one of the darkest places of my mind is where I then headed down the street where this fabric store was on. It was one of those roads that had lots of industrial places and kept going for miles. It was in this moment that I was so angry why this plan hadn't worked. Stubbornly I kept walking. My stomach was growling to the point of no return and felt a bit light headed from not eating for a few hours.

I then came across this coffee shop. I caved and ordered some food.

Looking back, no one on the bus or in the coffee shop knew what had happened. Only God Himself.

Afterwards I saw a familar bus that I knew which headed back into my old neighbourhood. I ended up at a local plaza and called my mom on the pay phone. She then sent my dad to pick me up.

A question that close friends ask me is, did you go back to our childhood neighbourhood because it was a safe place for you? Maybe but it was ultimately God who provided a familar route in the midst of a destructive night.

Now I know what you might be thinking...why are you writing this on the internet? Shouldn't you first talk to a counselor and/or a parent? Yes I've done both and am on medication. (See previous post for more of that story)

Some say it isn't wise to disclose your deepest thoughts on the internet or in the workplace. They might unfairly judge you. Maybe...probably...

But part of me needed to get this off my chest and properly process it outloud. (Where my extrovert habits come in)

I say this with my deepest love and care for you my Tumblr community. Looking back, 10 year old Lizzy had no idea what her thoughts and actions were capable of.

Part of it is genetics. My grandpa who passed away last year deals with depression. So does my mom and brother. Thank the Lord for my mentally sane father!! And of course Heavenly Father.

I was reminded when watching a movie where this kid experiences a messed up childhood that we can't always control the negative things that happen to us. Ultimately it's deeply rooted in our sinful nature and our pride that insits that we have to be in control.

As a Jesus follower, I'm not promised that my life won't be without deep and painful moments. But I am and can hold God to His promises that He is faithful and is putting together those broken pieces of my life. Slowly and in His timing.

So this post is for the doubting Christian and the unbeliever too. We all wrestle with from time to time on if we're truly alone in this world. I can tell you with full assurance that you're never alone. Just like I was when I attempted suicide.

Maybe you have noticed that certain things fall together for your benefit. Like a chaotic day at work or school had moments where it all made a small ounce of sense. That was probably God.

So while there are lots of people who doubt His existence I can reassure you of His work in my life.

Even the demons believe there is a God!

So let me end with that Tumblr. God is not dead.

By Christ's grace, ~Lizzy xoxo

[notesofinspiration]

I've loved and lost.

I can remember my freshly beating heart awe over love stories. Growing up I was inspired to believed that love is magnificent (which it is) unfortunately, I've grown and experienced tragedies that run deep within the veins connecting to my heart.

I never had good experiences with most of my old boyfriends, expect the last. He showed me the beauty of partnership, trust and commitment. Unfortunately we both needed time to grow and find ourselves. We both went on our own paths, and our paths will always cross, but our dynamic has changed.

I met someone over the summer. I never really thought it would be just a summer fling. I met him in Europe and he claims to have fallen for me the moment we spent time together with a friend. He wasn't on my radar, but that changed with weeks.

He made me feel special, he told me his feelings for me, and his actions made me feel secure about his words. Unfortunately, I was dealing with a recent death in my family. I felt guilty for feeling happy. He told me he would wait for me, and I really believed him.

We spent time together over a few weeks before we both started traveling Europe. By the end of those weeks I realized I had started thinking seriously of him and I.

He lives in another country. I was never keen on a long distance relationship, and I'm too much of a realistic person.

More time passed, and I realized why am I not living in the moment, why can't a lo g distance situation work? Why am I stopping myself from being happy?

All of my life I'd follow my families rules, even though I didn't believe in them.

All my life I lived to please others.

So why couldn't I finally do something that actually made me happy?

I decided to switch my initial travel plans and meet him in Germany. I got food poisioning and he took care of me.

It's rare I let anyone help me. Really, I'm stubborn. I've worked so hard in my life, I don't believe I deserve to stop. I don't believe in others helping me because I feel its my job to help and please others.

I let him take care of me, and that's when I let my guard down.

His words through messages as we departed for a couple of weeks kept my heart beating. His kind words filled my soul with love. Something I had yet to feel since I was young and innocent.

As much as I loved his words, as much as I started liking him, I felt guilty about the situation.

My sisters birthday was coming up, and her death left me so vulnerable where I couldn't fall for someone. I couldn't let myself be happy.

I would tease him about other girls.

He said he could never, even if we weren't together he said it would feel like cheating.

He made his phone background my face.

He told me he loved me.

He told me he wanted to be with me forever.

How could I not find comfort and happiness through someone who was being so sweet and kind to me?

I've been dealing with my sisters suicide all alone, and it was the first time I wanted to actually open up and talk about it. He gave me the strength to see the beauty im this world once again.

I completely fell for him.

He changed his travel plans and met me in Spain. I speant her birthday with him at a beach and I was happy that he was there with me. He made me feel better, with just looking at me. He brought me this sense of security and love.

My sister who was 7 years younger than me was my sister/daughter. I took care of her, fees her, picked her up from school. Many of her friends thought I was her mother. (Which was weird since I was 14 and she was 7)

Her death will always linger with me, but while accepting his love I realized once I have my own kids that's when that void would be filled.

I started thinking long term, I started realistically planning my life around us. Yet, I was still being held back.

I had been talking to another guy in Paris months before I met him. To be fair, I wanted to talk to the Paris guy in person and end it. Becauaw of this situation I always kept my feelings hidden and distant with this new guy. Aka. I would push him away.

I ended up switching my travel plans to go spend one last night with this guy. He took me to a musical and later that night a walk. He confessed he felt he didn't know what to do. He wanted to be with me, but he felt that I wasn't sure about him. He told me he was at the cusp of giving up on me.

I jumped the gun

Asked him to be my boyfriend.

I regretted it the next morning. I wasn't ready.

It wouldn't have been fair to the other guy, but also myself. As much as I knew I wanted to be with him, I was still unsure of my capability to show him the love I thought he deserved.

My sisters suicide was a mixture of things, but the final straw had to do with her long distance relationship.

I needed more time.

So I broke up with him - and as he says that changed everything.

I hurt him. I can see why, but at the same time I don't. My loyalty was always with him, all I did was remove the label. But, regardless this hurt him. He started acting different, he stopped making me feel special and the whole thing slowly started going down hill.

We both kept traveling.

I think this was a good distraction to both of us, but it didn't hit rock bottom until he got home. He started talking to this other girl. She told him she had feelings for him, and that's when the whole thing changed.

I recently had a flight to his home city where we met.

The love, passion and hope was gone.

I became jealous, stressed and overwhelmed.

I let myself fall for someone, who's feelings changed within a short period of time? How could I let myself be this vulnerable?

I regret it. I do.

I'm so hurt now.

I feel like I'm back to square one. My heart is even worse now.

I don't think I'll be able to recover from this anytime soon because the intense emotion I felt for him was something that brought me goosebumps.

It was what brought a smile to my face every morning.

It's what wanted me to be the best person I could be, because he deserved it.

Now,

I'm here.

Feeling alone once again.

And all I can do is write and hope time heals this wound like it has the others in the past.

[sleepysailorghost]

The laser burns like a god damned. It caught her right in the muscle of her arm, but she's hoping the cloth trappings of her Brotherhood uniform got most of it. The scent of ozone and singed flesh is a nasty one, and she hates it already. Click-Click goes her little handgun as she takes out the last of the robots. She's not blind wth pain, not yet, but she's leaning and breathing a little heavy as she crouches to hide. A stimpack, she thinks distantly. Pulling of her backpack, hissing in pain as it rubs against the laser burn, she opens it to look for a stimpack.

Her guard must really be down, because she didn't hear Paladin Danse approaching.

"Were you injured, Knight?" He asks, crouching in a movement that is awkward in power armor. One armored glove rests on her shoulder, catching slightly in her hair.

"Yes, but I just need a stimpack." Tracey goes to pull up her sleeve, an irritating motion, and his gloved hands undo the buckle holding her shoulder armor in place. She finds the tin of stimpacks from her bag and retrieves one. Paladin Danse administers it, and after it takes effect, he is admonishing her for getting injured. Another may have seen it as scolding, but Tracey saw it for what it was. Worry.

He helps her to her feet, and then they continue clearing the location for the Brotherhood.

--

Courier Six thinks about dying a lot. Not out of any suicidal tendencies, but because it was such a part of their life. Internally, they thought of themselves as hard to kill. Two bullet scars on their forehead could attest to that, not to mention all the other scars littering their body.

Nonetheless, they had not imagined dying like this. Certainly, no one would have imagined that Courier Six, the Desert Avenger, would have died after tumbling down a cliff. They were never promised a warrior's death, but they had always expected one. And they think that this must certainly be the end for them; it's been three days since they slipped walking along the cliffside. No one has come for them and there's no rescue for them. Just dying slowly in the sun.

They think they slept for a few hours, but they can't tell.They always were most happy to sleep in the desert with Boone watching for enemies. But Boone isn't here, and the Courier is getting tired.

The sun moves, and the radio plays on, as the courier bleeds into the sand and begins to sucumb to their injuries. They try and not be bitter about it. Maybe Boone and ED-E just haven't noticed. They were a little ahead, and when the Courier tumbled down into the ravine, their voice was too small and tinny to be heard.

Not that they could speak now; their vocal cords wore out ages ago. Feels that way, anyway. They hope it isn't much longer, and wonder if it was a blessing or curse that the area seemed to be devoid of wasteland creatures. It would have been quicker, certainly.

If it's radiation keeping them at bay, the courier doesn't need to worry. They doubt they'll live long enough to suffer through severe radiation poisioning.

There's a noise in the ravine. A kicking of dirt, the sound of footsteps on earth. A wasteland creature come to finish them off, maybe. Or they hope distantly, a rescue. But the courier closes their eyes because there's nothing they can do, one way or the other. Can't hope for a warrior's death if you can't even move.

Then in the distance, they hear a hoarse call, "Six!". Suddenly, the courier is desperate, trying to call back, to let them know.

"Boone." It's barely more than a sigh, but he finds his way to them. Using up what must be half of their stim supply, he removes the Courier's mask. Helping them to sit up, he hands them a bottle of water and tries not to think about how he was almost too late. And if the Courier saw him wiping tears from his eyes, well, they were just delusional from heat stroke and need to mind their own business.

March 15, 2021 - Daily Prompt

One of your ocs has been injured!

Who's there to help them? Or do they have to help themselves? How bad is the wound? What is it and how was it inflicted?

[tamsinuniversity-blog]

Week 11: Essay Structure Plan

 Historical:

World war II 1939

family sends richieu to ghetto for protection, poisioned to avoid suffering

Arts parents captured in 1944 and taken to auschwitz, 

1945 war ends and they reunite then move to sweden

1948 art speg born in stockholm

1951 emigrate to us and settle in new york in 1955

1968 art goes to binghamton state mental hospital, his mother anja commits suicide 

1973 prisoner on the hell planet, page 35

begins maus

1980 Speg and mouly launch RAW which contains issues of maus

drawings by survivors were very important for his research for the novel as there were no cameras in auschwitz and alot of evidence had been destroyed by retreating germans, the drawings were sometimes the only thing left of some of the victims and were found with their bodies.

his father died in 1982 and never got to see the finished work

Political

page 113

the reason the mice are jews and the nazis are cats is because that there are many points where the nazis would talk about exterminating the jews and refer to them as vermin which was the metaphors that Hitler himself used. With this in mind Spiegelman drew the logical conclusion that the iconic predator for a mouse is a cat which was seen in older comics such as Tom and Jerry which was created in 1940. his intent when writing was that you yourself do not see them as animals and instead see them as humans. Hitler saw the jews as subhuman humans - Used Zyklon B chemcial to kill jews which was the chemical used to kill fleas and roaches. 

in 1987 he book had been translated to atleast 10 languages and Spiegelman refused to have to the book translated to german but eventually changed his mind

The Eternal Jew is a 1940 antisemitic German Nazi propaganda film, presented as a documentary. The film's initial German title is Der ewige Jude, the German term for the character of the "Wandering Jew" in medieval folklore. - Metamaus page 115

“Rats. Destroy Them,” a 1940s poster from occupied Denmark

metamaus page 118

page 123 and 124 - polish protests against the book

page 155 swatstika cover

Social

page 14

page 24

Won a pulitzer prize

page 6

People don’t see his work as comics and believe that comics are a low form of art that has to be light and funny whilst spiegelman doesn’t see the word in the same way and sees it purely as a format and medium rather than a rule on what the subject matter should be.

was considered his most ambitious and controversial work in 1987 before publishing the publishers were worried that it would be perceived as a joke and in bad taste

his father died in 1982 and never got to see the finished work  

  “The comic installments ran in serial form in RAW, the indie “graphix” magazine launched in 1980 by Spiegelman and his editor-wife, Francoise Mouly, now art editor at the New Yorker. That’s where rock-star cartoonist Chris Ware (“Building Stories”) first read it. “Probably more than any other single comic, it made me see not only the potential for complex, moving and intelligent storytelling in comics, but also galvanized my own resolve to become a graphic novelist,” he says.[Has Chris Ware just influenced the future of the magazine cover?]The series inspired another budding young cartoonist in the ’80s, acclaimed “Bone” creator Jeff Smith. “It was a big deal. My comics pals and I were blown away,” says Smith, who first met Spiegelman while a student in an Ohio State University class, in 1986. “Nobody had ever seen anything like it.”“The most brilliant thing was, this same person who came up with Wacky Packages and Garbage Pail Kids [cards] now decided to depict the Nazis as cats and Jews as mice. Wow. This was in equal parts outrageous, disturbing, subversive, witty — and yet somehow comforting,” says Smith, who is director of the forthcoming Cartoon Crossroads Columbus festival in Ohio. “By using talking animals, Spiegelman allows his readers just enough emotional-safety distance to be able to follow a story that takes place during the Holocaust. Before you know it, you are with Vladek, unmoored and slipping into the cruelest pits of hell.”This talks about the effect that Maus had on other illustrators. “I first read ‘Maus’ in my late teens,” says Gene Luen Yang, a literary ambassador for the Library of Congress whose 2006 “American Born Chinese” would become the first graphic novel to be named a National Book Award finalist. “Art Spiegelman set the standard for the rest of us . . . He gave us something to chase after.”

page 80 

page 93 

page 95

Technological:

“A comic about the holocaust” “It sounds like an oxymoron but to me comics are just another medium and now the world is catching up to me. It didn’t seem to me that comics were a lesser form, to me they were the highest form I could imagine.”

first appeared in serial form in magazine RAW 

page 57 visits to Auschwitz page 67

page 74 important

page 78

page 93 raw

page 150 - fiction

page 166, 170,  - using comics, little orphan annie - page 196

203 - 204 - dealing with musuems

218 - photographs in comics

[xokayatlas]

@strawberrylovely​ i havent reread over it, or anything like that. its a mess and a half, but i already love it. 

Yuuri hated war, he hated the reasoning, the greed behind it, he hated the ones who caused it, and he hated the victims that were claimed by it. He hated the fact that every time he swung his sword, he remembered his family.  

The way Mari used to stick her hands under his armpits when she was cold, Yuuri used to hate it, but now he didn't know why. The way his mother used to always cook too much, and in the winters he'd gain weight like a bear preparing for hibernation. The way his timid, but sly father used to crack jokes in the middle of farm work, to lighten the burden of their day.  

These scenes of his home were always burned away by the fire that had been started by mercenaries.  

They'd been hired by the kingdom of Reva to wipe out the Oceanside village, because they were too wealthy, too independent, they showed other kingdoms that they didn't have to belong to a crown in order to live. Yuuri was eight the first time he picked up a sword, and he hasn't put it down since.  

A vagabond is what he was called, he went where the money was; usually spending nights outside, watching the stars that guided him on his never ending journey. In the winters, he'd stay at whatever town he'd ended up at and used the coins he'd saved for lodge and food; it was hard at times, and recently, sometimes he wouldn't be able to clearly see a persons face, no matter how hard he tried, like he was looking at them under water, but it usually only happened around the mornings.  

These soldiers weren't as skilled as Yuuri had thought they would be, overcome by nerves and the want for the battle to end, they let their senses become dull; some even fought their own people. Lost in the haze of blood and the cries of their men.  

It was almost over now.  

The men Yuuri had arrived with were already past the castle walls. A swift movement to his right caught his attention and Yuuri spotted Phichit; a man who he had met on his last mercenary request—his whip fascinated Yuuri, the way it seemed to just become an extension of his arm as he moved with a grace that rivaled most of the dancers he'd watched. The black weapon danced around the dark man as he seemed to revel in the fight he was engaged in, a hopeless one for his opponent. While the whip was loud and intimidating, the cracks that echoed across the battlefield as he snapped his wrist always caught his opponent off guard, sometimes Phichit would catch a hand and the pain would amount to being bitten; startling his opponent enough for Phichit to deal a killing strike from his blade, it was a wicked thing, gleaming in colors that Yuuri had never seen on a weapon before, Phichit never told him what it was made out of; more out of his amusement at how frustrated Yuuri was more than the need to keep it a secret.  

With grooves made for his fingers, the wicked blade gleamed out of his clenched fist and Phichit lurched forward to swipe the blade across the man's neck. Yuuri clicked his tongue in pity as the body dropped to the ground. Phichit didn't notice he had an audience until he looked up from cleaning his blade and gave Yuuri an unrestrained smile. "Was I good?!" Yuuri felt the corners of his lips kick up despite himself and nodded silently as he sheathed his swords behind his back.  

The ground was littered with bodies and then some. The battle had lasted no more than a few hours, the castles forces had more numbers than the mercenaries were told, but they had still won. Glancing towards the bridge that led inside, Yuuri's interest piqued as he noticed that the men on his side were stopped.  

Something was happening.

"Where's Vicchan?" At the mention of Yuuri's wolf, the man arched a brow as the two made their way to the drawbridge, their armor clinking with every movement.  

Yuuri had tied him up to their camping site, while he was sure the wolf could hold his own out here, there was no way he wouldn't have been killed sooner rather than later. War was not a place for animals, his heart still twisted at the sight of dead horses, sacrificed so that their riders could have the upper hand. Yuuri had never ridden one into battle. "He's taking a nap at camp, I'm going to need to find a treat for him before going back, or I'll be given the silent treatment until next solstice.  

Phichit laughed at that, the man was entirely too intrigued by the animal. Having never seen a domesticated one up close before until he'd met Yuuri.  

As they made their way through the crowd of stationary men, Yuuri stopped as he got sight of what the hold up was. Phichit whistled in amazement. "That's one big man," and he was. Easily towering over the tallest man in their battalion, the giant's voice boomed across the crowd as he goaded the mercenaries to fight him.  

Of course they wouldn't, they were all mostly sane men; it was a obvious suicide to approach him and think you could win.  

But, the giant was as big as he was tall, and by the way his breaths heaved after each yell, Yuuri could see that all of his mass wasn't exactly muscle. He took a step forward and felt a hand at his wrist. "Yuuri.."

"I can take him, if you see an opening distract him. Otherwise, let me handle this."  

"Mila, how is he?" His sister and court physician looked up from her notebook, the leather binding worn to the point that Viktor assumed it was being held together by sheer will. Her red hair was tied back haphazardly and her tunic was dirted with crimson stains. For some reason  Viktor's heart clenched, because he knew those stains were from the man.  

She sighed and slammed her book closed, "He's feverish, the giant's blade was covered in some sort of poision, but I can't figure out what kind. It doesn't help that his friend isn't being forth coming with any type of information and that wolf has a temper that could rival Yurio's, the moment that man flinches from anything I do, his teeth are at my throat." Mila tugged at her hair in frustration and Viktor patted her shoulder with sympathy. It'd been a struggle to get the man here in the first place; his two guardians were much too strong to deal with without hurting them and he didn't want the man's awakening to be met with his dead animal and friend.

"I'll see if I can make an progress, will you find Makka for me? I want to see if she can tame his beast until his master awakens." She paused for a moment, as if she was going to oppose and decided against it, turning away with a defeated sigh.  

Viktor was nervous, he wondered if this is how the people felt when they had to speak to him; his heart was beating at the pace of a running horse and clenched a hand into a fist as he reached out to open the door with the other. He was prepared for the hard look from his companion, but the young man in question was sleeping fitfully on the other bed, the wolf raised his head from where he was sleeping at the foot of his master's mattress, his lip curling in a silent snarl.  

He was a beautiful thing, his fur looked thick and was colored like the streets of the town. He'd never seen that color on a wolf before, his own was mostly black. After a stare down with the animal, the wolf lowered his head back onto his paws and let out a mildly irritated huff.  

As he drew closer to the bed, his prize was revealed. Viktor was fasniated by his hair, long crow colored locks, that curled in every which way down to his shoulders, everything about him was exotic; his eyes were slanted, a feature that Viktor assumed had been wiped out years before his reign with the eradication of Casim.

Though his skin was covered in sweat and a fever flamed through his body, his lips were trembling as if he were cold. Viktor reached out to cup his cheeks, and the man moaned at the touch. That sound did something to his insides. "Touch him again and I'll put this arrow through your skull, your majesty." Viktor didn't even hear the other man rouse from his sleep, but he didn't reach for the man again.  

This happened for a week, the wounded man's guardian's wouldn't let anyone close to him, but he seemed to be getting better on his own; which was a feat in itself.