#the condtions have to be just right

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Ok so right now both the cat and the husband are asleep, meaning it's the perfect time to record my ASMR. What do you think the chances are that one or both will get up as soon as I start?

[unoriginal-and-dumb]

I DO REQUESTS :3

first THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT RECENTLY SMILEs BIG!

If u guys have characters or interactions or just random ideas for regretevator I would LOVE to draw/doodle them!!!!!

I love getting any form of requests/asks/messages etc and I think doing stuff like characters interactions or responses to questions with drawins n stuff is REAL FUN!!

(I will take for any characters but I am FAN NUMBER ONE of Lampert and Infected rn so I may be biased hoohoo..)

(UNDER THESE CONDTIONS!)

No hate or slander (don’t be mean :[ )

No nsfw (I am a very sexually repulsed asexual don’t do this to me.)

Preferably no romantic fluff stuff (IM SORRY I’m just also incredibly aromantic, but I will specify Spive is something I enjoy)

I have the right to refuse ANY request (I am a peasant (goer to college) I work the fields (homework))

I DO NOT WANT TO DRAW LAMPERT X INFECTED! (I see them as friends..)

I also take commissions…

[songbirdsanctuary]

Safe Space, part 4: A Cozy Sanctuary

This is part of a Hermitcraft au, I recommend reading the others first to understand this.

Warnings: none

Word count: 968

When Grian arrived at Mumbo's base, he found his friend tinkering away in his redstone workshop, surrounded by the gentle hum of machinery and the soft glow of torchlight.

"Mumbo," Grian began tentatively, his voice betraying the weight of the dreams that still lingered in his mind, "I need to talk to you about something. I’ll take your offer."

Mumbo walked over to him, “You changed your mind fast, did something happen?” Grian hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor as he wrestled with the words bubbling up inside him. He hadn't anticipated Mumbo's question, nor had he prepared himself to share the depths of his turmoil with his friend. The memories of his haunting dream still lingered, their tendrils wrapping around his thoughts like a vine.

"Nothing happened," Grian finally replied, his voice strained with the weight of his unspoken fears. He could feel Mumbo's gaze boring into him, searching for the truth hidden behind his carefully constructed facade.

But Mumbo didn't press further, sensing Grian's reluctance to delve into the darkness that lurked within him. Instead, he simply nodded, his expression a mixture of understanding and concern.

"Well, whatever it is, just know that I'm here for you, mate," Mumbo said, his words infused with sincerity. "You don't have to face it alone."

Grian felt a surge of gratitude wash over him, grateful for Mumbo's unwavering support in his time of need. "Thank you, Mumbo," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Mumbo smiled warmly, reaching out to clap a hand on Grian's shoulder. "Hey, that's what friends are for, right? Now, why don't we focus on the plans for the room?"

With that, Mumbo led Grian to a secluded corner of his base, away from prying eyes and prying ears. "I've been thinking," Mumbo began, his voice low as if sharing a secret, "about it being like a bedroom, with soft carpet, air condtioning, and a king sized bed."

Grian's eyes widened in surprise,. "That... That could work," he said, his mind racing with possibilities. "Have you already planed almost the hole thing??"

Mumbo grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Maye... I've gotten a few more ideas up my sleeve that I think you'll like."

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After several days of dedicated effort, they finally completed the construction of what they dubbed the "Safe Room." Nestled under Mumbo’s base, this sanctuary boasted dimensions akin to a cozy bedroom, complete with a snug queen-sized bed adorned with some of Grian's spare clothing. The ambiance was serene, with walls painted in a soothing cream hue complemented by a plush sage green carpet underfoot. Illuminating the space were whimsical frog lights embedded in the ceiling, casting a soft, comforting glow.

Attached to this haven was a convenient bathroom, featuring a refreshing shower to wash away the burdens of the day. The room was adorned with an abundance of plush companions — stuffed animals nestled in every corner, blankets cascading invitingly over the bed, and an assortment of plump pillows promising restful slumber. To ensure sustenance during moments of retreat, a compact mini-fridge stood at the ready, stocked with refreshments to satiate any craving.

As Grian surveyed the tranquil refuge they had meticulously crafted, a sense of contentment washed over him. It was a space perfectly tailored to his needs, a haven where the chaos of reality could be momentarily set aside. Standing amidst the comforts of his Safe Room, he couldn't help but entertain the thought of making it his permanent abode — a retreat from the tumultuous outside world. Yet, as enticing as the idea was, he knew its purpose was for moments when reality became too overwhelming, serving as a gentle reminder that solace could always be found within its walls.

"How would you know if I’m in here or not?” Grian asked, his voice tinged with curiosity as he glanced around the room. Mumbo, with a knowing smile, pointed towards the floor where a solitary redstone lamp stood, its gentle glow illuminating the floor in front of the door. "When anyone is in there, that redstone lamp will be on," he explained, his tone carrying a hint of pride in his clever contraption.

Grian's expression softened as he absorbed the simplicity yet effectiveness of Mumbo's invention. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around his friend, genuine gratitude evident in his gesture. "Thank you," he murmured, the words carrying a weight of appreciation for Mumbo's thoughtfulness.

Mumbo returned the embrace, the warmth of their friendship enveloping them both. "Anytime," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. In that moment.

"One more thing," Mumbo began, his voice carrying a note of finality, "Your communicator will remain silent within those walls, except for any messages directed solely to you. And if you need my assistance with anything, just send me a message."

The words hung in the air between them, a weighty silence punctuated only by the subtle rustle of feathers as Mumbo and Grian exchanged a prolonged gaze. Then, as if suddenly awakening from a reverie, Mumbo's eyes widened, and he coughed awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. He shifted his gaze, a nervous smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Umm… well," he stammered, his voice betraying his discomfort, "Have a good day." With a clumsy gesture, Mumbo turned away, his wings unfolding hesitantly as he prepared to depart. "See you later," he added hastily, his words trailing off as he launched himself into the air, leaving Grian behind.

Watching Mumbo's hasty retreat, Grian couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself. With a casual flap of his own wings, he soared back towards his own base, the memory of their awkward exchange lingering in his thoughts like a playful breeze.

[universalcollisionleaks00]

I never showed the possible bad endings there are instead of the main two. (Season 1 & New Dawn Spoilers!!!)

Universal Collision: Deadline Failure Dialogue

Miss the Luka Deadline (Izanami Family Tree)

Condtions: Fail to reach the end of The Furthest Edge of Space and Time within 5 days

CarlosYT: Within this door, we will be able to figure out who is behind this...

CarlosYT: And don't worry about Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and Whitty. They will instantly come to where we are after this door.

Hajime: You sort of freaked me out as if they were killed.

Renri: Killed? Don't be silly, they would just teleport, right?

Hiyoko: She has a point, you sleep barf.

Len: What's sleep barf, some sort of weird obsession or what?

AprilYT: Don't worry about that. Let's just go see what is beyond this door, shall we?

The group opens the door to see a girl with similar hair, and Boyfriend, Girlfriend, and Whitty dead in front of her.

Luka?: It’s too late, the tarot cards have foreseen this scenario.

Renri: Tarot cards? What lies are you spewing out?!

Luka?: As the descendant of the Izanami family tree, I was foretold of the chaos I would bring if I killed those three.

Hajime: That’s wrong! Why would she know of this stuff? That’s Prometheus stuff, not Izanami stuff!

Luka?: As you might not seen, I traveled back in time to give her the ability to forsee the future of any mortal being, even when she’s dead.

CarlosYT: (If we weren’t fast enough, we could have prevented this.)

Luka?: Time I eliminate every single living mortal. Starting with you.

AprilYT: NOOOOOO!!!

Miss the Vanilla/Chocolate Kingdom Deadline (Solo King)

Condtions: Do not meet Vanilla and Chocolate, and enter the Scremamel Tower alone.

CarlosYT: Alright, no turning back!

Hex: Hold on, I sense something that’s… that’s… very dark.

Hiyoko: TV head, stop trying to… I forgot.

Kaito: Whatever, I’m sure we’ll survive it by straight out luck.

Heidi: LOOK OUT!

Rubble from the tower starts hitting the floor and slowly kills every character.

CarlosYT: (Dang it, if I found a way to get to the top…)

Miss the Skiromo Deadline (King’s Pride)

Condtions: Fail to enter the Depths of Eden within 2 days

Ewella: We must be getting close to the Depths of Eden.

Neon stops everyone before continuing.

Neon: Wait, there are people in there.

Mistrare: The king there is talking to someone, isn't he?

Hex: Yes, he might be talking to someone by chance.

???: Someone, please...

CarlosYT: We need to run to the depths, someone is in danger!

Everyone makes it to the depths of Eden to the sight of two angels, a king, and a girl on the floor laying dead.

Vanilla: Was that you who killed that innocent girl?

???: Yes, it was me who killed her. She was nothing but a nuisance to Skiromo’s perfect path to glory.

Whitty: That is some utter BS! Murdering someone is not a reason on the path to glory!

AprilYT: Yes, alongside with that of unbecoming a king!

Skiromo: I rule my country, with the laws I make and are final. I can twist them to my will right here and right now!

Skiromo takes out a scroll & a pen.

Len: Oh no you don’t!

Len shoots an arrow to Skiromo but Adam blocks the shot.

Chocolate: Retreat! This guy’s power is too immense.

Skiromo locks the exit with his hand and Eve’s help.

Skiromo: Time I execute you.

CarlosYT: (I need to be faster next time- Oh, there’s no next time…)

Miss the Dr. K Deadline (Train of Death)

Condtions: Take the wrong train

CarlosYT: Michiru? Yeah, plus she's the leader on who's going to lead the invasion of this whole universe with a half DJ Unit, and two bands thanks to Hatsune Miku.

Dr. K: I finally found you all...

Dr. K: I have finally gotten you all under my trap.

Michiru attempts opening the door, but it results in failure.

Michiru: It’s impossible. How am I going to get past it.

Dr. K: Try all you want. I’d like to see you struggle.

Volk: What kind of BS were you putting us on?

The train starts moving six times as fast a bullet train can go.

Girlfriend: Oh, it’s game over.

Puro: Not if I say something.

Puro fights Dr. K and dies after not seeing the trap Dr. K has set.

Volk: Damn it!

Dr. K: I’ll leave. Figure out if you can stop the train.

CarlosYT: (Welp, time I repent my sins I guess.)

Miss the Former Creator Deadline (Deleted Future)

Condtions: Fail to reach the the throne within 30 minutes.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: We're getting closer to the top floor...

Unrecorded Kaito: If we take these stairs...

Melina: Then the throne...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: The Former Creator must be waiting there.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: Aak...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: The short period of time after you came back...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: It was the most precious thing I could ever imagine...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: It's like if we met back in that steampunk place, where you recognized most of us.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: You helped me get my old memories back which is something I'm debted to.

Demetrios: If you ever plan to leave... we'll try to be stronger.

Tsubaki: Whatever decision you make... You won't regret it.

Melina: So wherever you go, you could say "Don't underestimate our own team!"

Unrecorded CarlosYT: So...

Unrecorded CarlosYT: And at the final moment, make a decision that you will truly stick to at the end of it.

Resistance team: ...Promise?

Aak: Promise.

Everyone makes it to the final door before they see the Former Creator

Someone from the past peeks on the resistance.

???: Aak... good luck...

Aak: Did anyone hear something?

Tsubaki: No... it's your imagination.

Aak: Okay then.... We're finally ready to defeat this Creator!

Everyone enters the throne room of the Unrecorded Tower.

Former Creator: So, you finally made it... but you all are late.

Former Creator: Leader of the Resistance and Aak.

Former Creator: It's not polite for a high ranking person to wait for it's guests.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: Former Creator... You won't be going anywhere at all.

Former Creator: I know, but I'm supposed to say that!

Former Creator: Yet, naive… you fell into my trap.

Unrecorded CarlosYT: Wha-

The Former Creator Deletes everyone.

Season 2

Fail to stop Ciella (Abyss of Despair)

Condtions: Do not enter The Lost City of Sugarteara within 5 Days

Adventurer’s Sword: The crystal!

CarlosYT: What about it?

Adventurer’s Sword: It’s frozen and it is impossible to get it back.

CarlosYT: FUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Fail the 14th Reset (Twisted 8: Reset/Deletion)

Condition: Never rescue anyone, even within the 15 resets given

Location: ???: Lumin - Top Floor

CarlosYT: Huh, so this is Lumin...

Neon: (And here we are in the fifteenth reset...)

CarlosYT: Ow, my head hurts all of a sudden.

Renri: What’s that red beam?

Suzette: I see destruction!

CarlosYT: I failed to save them.

CarlosYT jumps off from Lumin.

Renri: NOOOOOOO!

The world is soon deleted and is left with no trace.

Optional: Fail to stop Abyssmare (A nightmare’s trap)

Condition (Either one or the other):

HP falls below 10% in Bad and Dark & Disturbia at the end

Fail to enter the Anniversary stage within tomorrow

Neo: That’s good enough. A hologram of the sunglasses man should do the trick.

Sophie: Are you sure to do this?

Neo: Yes. It’s time we counteract this calling card, into a tragedy she’d never forget.

Weronika: Then everything’s planned!

Elsie: It’s effective by the third song if they manage to survive.

Elsie: I’ve given the man a lance that cannot heal anyone at all.

Weronika: Wow…

Skipping to 3rd song.

CarlosYT: Sorry for the wait, I had to use my Anniversary outfit for this occasion since you all were meeting in the anniversary stage-

CarlosYT: Why is everyone in despair...?

Neo: One new person? It doesn't make a change. We've won.

CarlosYT: Not if I say a thing about it!

Audric: Tevor! Behind you!

Tevor: Huh?!

Tevor looks behind and sees a man in sunglasses.

Tevor gets stabbed in the chest.

Michiru: TEVOR!!

CarlosYT: What the heck? [Points to Neo] You four! Did you do this?!

Neo: Planned as perfectly.

Marshmallow: You freaking pricks! You know your actions have consequences!

Sophie: Not really, I used a command to evade the police.

CarlosYT: You…!

Tevor: [Bleeding] Sorry… It’s been good… meeting you all…

Tevor: [Bleeding] I wanted to tell…

CarlosYT: Michiru! Use “Aiming to be the Strongest!“ now!

Michiru uses Aiming to be the Strongest, but nothing happens.

Michiru tries again, but ends in failure.

Michiru: [Sobbing] I’m trying but it’s not working! I still see blood!

Michiru: [Sobbing] Why… Why are my skills not working?

Marshmallow: [Sobbing and punches Neo] You idiot!

Neo: Sorry, things had to be done.

Tevor: [Bleeding] Now… I saw… what was worse… than being the… criminal themselves…

Audric: [Gives a picture of him and his boyfriend] Take this. I know it will do nothing, but you can see him one final time in this picture.

CarlosYT: [Sad] Your clothes are stained in blood… I wanted to know you more…! To be friends of course, as well as introducing you my sister and other friends…!

Tevor: [Bleeding] Thanks… thanks everyone… you’ve helped… me in cases…

Tevor stops breathing and is on Michiru’s hands dead.

Michiru: [Crying while holding Tevor] Tevor! Why did you leave us behind…!

2 days later.

CarlosYT: (2 days after an incident I have witnessed…)

CarlosYT: (Michiru left the group and disbanded UniChØrd…)

CarlosYT: (My future self was disappointed alongside Melina and the alters and left to their time period.)

CarlosYT: (Len and the other members of my group found out and left due to my poor decisions…)

CarlosYT: (Mistrare, Clarte, and Milsha left to the church HQ.)

CarlosYT: (Meanwhile the others left for personal reasons.)

CarlosYT: (That miracle never came in the end…)

CarlosYT: (What have I done?)

Any ending dialogue (Applicable for: Easy, Normal, Hard, Expert)

Narrator: So, you have failed to reach your goal, do you want me to reset you back to the start of the chapter?

Yes

Narrator: So I see. Then let me send you back in time…

Reset back to starting chapter.

No

Narrator: So I see… you have failed to stop the following chaos.

Narrator: May this fate serve you as punishment.

Universal Collision

Any ending dialogue (A4FES difficulty)

Narrator: You have failed to continue the festival.

Narrator: That festival you wrought upon only gave disaster in the end.

Narrator: Until we meet again.

Universal Collision

[despair-to-future-arcs]

How's Midori doing?

Oh right, I was wondering if her and Jiro are okay? I mean, we went on the bus and got nearly caught in the explosion... are they okay?

Oh don't worry, Jiro is fine - he only had some scratches but he'll manage...

But I'm more concern about Midori however, given her condtion...

Condition...?

Oh yeah, since you don't work at the Kisaragi Foundation; Midori suffers from breathing issues. I think she mention it's Aplastic anemia or something?

Oh...Oh dear, I...I didn't know she had this, why did she go on the mission? Wi-Will she be alright...?

Well as long as she gets treatment and stuff, she'll be fine but Jiro should of not let her go in there if you ask me, hell I remember myself and her boyfriend telling her she should just stay at the foundation but she wouldn't listen, she's really damn stubborn.

I see... I'm really sorry... (Oh god, I didn't know about that, oh god damnit... what the fuck.)

Whoa hey hey, what's with the gloomy face, it's not like you set up the bombs or anything; I mean it was that despair guy that did that stuff, right?

And it's not like our foundations our close, this is our first time interacting, right? It seems like you didn't know so it's okay...

Ye-Yes, I...I suppose so, huh? (Oh fuck me, I feel like I should slap myself and I can't apologize because it means I have to explain myself... fuck...)

... (I think Nagi might be having a nervous breakdown.)

[abir1407]

Being cool or calming down with Cholera disease, that what I mean (and there are stupid ones are wanting, in meaning it, or because of being cowards, to twist things). Cholera would take the body to a very low temperature suddenly. The cold weather doesn't help with that disease, that would exhaust the body in facing it. Also, the hot weather is not good for that disease and the diarrhea and being the disease contained well without bad increasing because of the cruel weather (whatever it is would exhaust the body). So, making sure being the conditions where the person is is good enough (enough warming, or enough cooling around). This is my 6th day with the disease, I'm sure now 100% that I have it. The name of the disease is describing the condtion that the ill person lives, under the stomach happenes what's like a ball (korah, in Arabic) being heavy and closed the way to breathe organs well and being taken to down (by the gravity) because of the sticky thing that increases on it the disease in the body (and having tumors). That disease has a smell that I'm knowing it now from my solid waste (it's a clear smell to smell it that's connected to the disease). Lemon is good, but without exaggeration in taking it, lesser or more, that what should be, because bad taking could make bad results and exhaust the body and the stomach, just following the needs of the body is the right thing. Drinking clean water enough is requested (with following the needs of the body as other things, too), eating enough vegetables and fruits are appropriate to feel better with it and keeping away from foods increase diarrhea as eating sesame in ways cause problems with diarrhea and other kinds of foods and drinkings (and no alcoholic drinks to drink it according to being a good thing to do, of course).

[scarlettclownose]

SO UHM I JUST HAD THE MOST INSANE NIGHT HELP

so me, my little sis and my mom were downtown in our city watching the fireowrks for fourth of july okay, and when leaving we have to go up this HUGGE hill and a condtion i have makes walking up hills and just walking in gernal diffcult bc my heartrate gets high. so at the top of the hill, i colssaped bc my heart was at like 160-170 WAY TO HIGH!! (its normally 115 walking around) and my moms car was to far for me to walk and the police offcier was to far the to help, SO SHE GETS STRANGERS TO STAY AND WAIT WITH ME (I am still a minor and my downtown is exremetly dangerous at night) and these pepole were so kind and caring, THE THE COPS DONT LET MY MOM DRIVE HER CAR TO ME, THERE WAS A GUN FIGHT RIGHT NEAR ME ADN THE STRANGERS SO THEY HAVE TO ALMOST CARRY ME and the woman lived less than 20 feet away so like praise jesus and WE HAVE TO GET UP AND RUN WHILE IM ALMOST THROWING UP AND WE GET TO MY MOM AND I JUST COLLSAPE IN THE CAR

it was an INSANE night

[the-fangirls-desk]

Warm Bodies (Lee Scoresby x Female Reader)

Summary: After a long, tiring trip, you and Lee have no choice but to huddle for warmth when your nightly accomodations lack the necessary means.

Trope: Friends to lovers/sharing a bed

AN: The reader's daemon is a Maine Coon Cat

Cupping your hands over your mouth, you did your best to blow a warm cloud of air into them for the tenth time; they were beginning to get to the point where they were so cold, it hurt to flex any fingers. It unfortunately didn't seem to help any. Every movement, voluntary or not, just seemed to cause one chilly wave after another to ripple down your body. How convenient for the radiator to bust.

The rest of the gang didn't seem to be doing fantastic either. Lee was trying his best to stifle the shivers and keep from sniffling too much as he paced around the balloon's interior, pretending to inspect every nook and cranny, when he was really attempting to stay warm. He wasn't very good at fooling people, let alone Hester. She continued to idly sit by, ears flat against her head in annoyance.

Your own daemon, Cyfrin didn't seem to be amused at the charade either, but he did his best to keep quiet and remained faithfully at your hip.

Being the official traveling partner of troublemaker Lee Scoresby obviously came with its share of discomfort. Sometimes you'd be in the air for days at a time before touching down on good ol terra forma again. That meant trading the comfort of a soft bed and warm meal for the drafty chill of the hot air balloon's tarp and snacking on anything that could be preserved for an unholy amount of time.

Last week when taking a breather in some forest town, you and Lee overheard a few locals talking about some precious cargo that needed to be moved to a port many many miles from here. Upon hearing their handsome payment, neither you or Lee could resist.

You'd both been fairly warned of the long trip it would take. Thankfully, the men who paid for your services didn't have a necessary deadline; as long as the mysterious cargo got there in one piece, they wouldn't complain. It goes without saying, but it was preferred to be delivered as soon as possible, which of course meant Lee would take the smoothest route he could chart with little to no stops along the way.

Most of the time it wasn't a problem and the cabin fever could be tolerated, but the frigid weather as of late was making it hard not to complain.

Not to say you regretted going with him. Not in the slightest. The traveling condtions were uncomfortable sometimes, but all the places you'd gone and people you met were completely worth it. Though tonight, everyone in the group seemed to be overdue for a proper recharge.

Finally you'd had enough of the silence and spoke up.

"So, what do you think is in there?" you asked, nodding to the package.

It was a lap sized box wrapped in brown paper and string. It kinda turned into a game over the days; to guess what was in it. Helped pass the time at the very least.

"Haven't you given up on that, already?" Cyfrin sighed, still lying beside you in a half dozed state.

"Quitter." you asserted back.

"I don't know," Lee sighed, too bored to agrue. "It's too heavy to be clothes, and it's too small to be weapon set...a fur collection maybe?"

"That's a decent one. The most sensible one so far."

"What about you, (Y/N)? What's your guess of the day?" Hester piped.

After letting out a bored sigh, you threw out the first thing that came to mind.

"Books?"

That caused an uncomfortable stir in the balloon.

"Not a terrible guess. There's no way The Magisterium would be okay with heaps of knowledge being moved across miles and miles of water to a group of fellow 'commoners', hence the secrecy. Plus the weight seems right." Hester agreed.

"Good one, Darlin'." Lee complimented, earning a decent blush from you. Thankfully nobody could tell since the cold weather already brought color to your cheeks. It always felt kinda nice when he threw flattery your way. Granted he was naturally a flirt and kept it pretty innocent, but that didn't mean you didn't like it.

And that seemed to cause you to be more uncomfortable simply because he was just a friend, but friends can say that without meaning anything, right? It'd be a lie to day you hadn't thought about it...you and Lee. Why not? You knew each other well enough, he was witty, brave, cunning and not too bad on the eyes either---

"Alright there, Sugar?" He asked, breaking your daze and causing another slight blush to redden your face a bit more.

"U-uh, yeah, I'm fine. Just fine."

"Sure about that?" He made his way over to you from his perch on the edge of the balloon's basket. The speed of your heart increased when he pressed an ungloved hand to your forehead while making direct eye contact.

"Lookin' a bit flushed. Ain't gettin' sick, are ya?" That damn accent...

Cyfrin knew full well about your feelings for Lee. Thankfully he respected your privacy more than Hester would have if she were somehow your daemon. He could see you struggling to think of an excuse, and quickly came to your rescue.

"It must be this weather. Can't be doing anything beneficial for our health; I say we land as soon as possible to find a room for the night before we catch our death up here."

Hester had no problem with this suggestion, as she hopped down from her seat to park at Lee's boots.

"He's got a point, Lee. We've been up here a while, and need a real place to sleep for the night; stocking back up on rations wouldn't be a bad idea either." A look of concern was clear as day on her face as she stared at your slightly shivering form.

Lee could tell you were exhausted. Kneeling at your level, he could see the glassy redness that glazed over your eyes. He didn't like seeing you this way; on top of possibly getting sick? A rest stop was definitely overdue. He wasn't feeling too hot either.

"Y'all are right. I promise, we'll stop at the very next town we come across. The delivery's on schedule anyway, so what harm could it do to rest a spell?"

"Ugh, finally someone here's making sense!" Cyfrin shouted. Your Maine Coon was so excited at the idea of stopping somewhere, he actually got up from his resting spot to stretch his legs after not moving for hours. That was him for you; tended to be a bit stern, but far from a drag. He was actually quite amusing when he wanted to be.

Finally, the aeronaut gently patted your shoulder in confidence.

"Hang in there a bit more, okay? We'll be back on the ground soon." He sauntered back to the front of the balloon, looking for the nearest landing spot.

Everyone seemed to be overreacting a bit to your nervousness. However, there's no chance you'd pass up the opportunity to land after spending a week in the air. Although now that he'd backed up a bit and you calmed down, fatigue seemed to be setting in more than you realized. Oh to be stretched out on a soft mattress...hopefully wouldn't be long by this point.

"Try to rest." Hester assured.

She saw you nod in agreement before hopping back over to her human counterpart's side, looking down on the sea of clouds beneath the balloon.

When he was sure they were occupied, Cyfrin tilted his head, somewhat scolding you for tripping over your words earlier.

"Honestly, what would you do without me?" he questioned

"I don't know, maybe hear myself think for once?"

He appreciated the humor, chuckling in response.

"I don't think he'd be opposed either."

"What?" you asked.

"Lee. I'm sure he likes you too; certainly seems to care about your well being. Maybe it's time to stop hiding everything and fess up already."

Your face turned another couple shades of red as your now gritted teeth tried to subtley warn your daemon.

"Keep it down, will ya? We don't need them overhearing this!"

"It's better than accidentally shouting it from the rooftops due to bottled emotion."

"You don't know that'll happen."

"I know you, don't I? The sooner you rip off this bandage, the sooner we can BOTH move on."

Stupid cat was making sense. It was time to change the subject before you ran out of space from being backed into this corner.

"Enough about me, what about you?"

"What about me?" He echoed.

"You've spent so much time pestering me about Lee, what do you think about Hester?"

His tail seemed to uncomfortably flick a bit at the question before he turned his head to eye the artic hare across the way. She seemed to be just as tuned out to the conversation as the man beside her, also unaware of how the setting sun cast a golden hue over her and Lee; it made the dark umber tones of his coat and her fur lighten to a warmer, inviting shade.

"Hester. She's...fine. Not terrible company I guess."

That's when it hit you so fast.

"Oh my..."

"What?"

"Y-you like Hester, don't you?"

He did his best to stay composed when confronted; his sudden response to pace didn't help him any.

"Don't be ridiculous! You have no idea what you're talking about!" He irritably trudged away to the other side of the vessel, feeling more than awkward at how the tables turned.

Oh there was no denying it now; both of you had it bad for them. There's no telling how long Cyfrin felt this way about Hester. He'd been so good at masking his feelings by this point, you honestly would've never guessed had you not tried to simply protect yourself from more relentless grilling. Have to remember this for the next time he felt like being a wise guy.

The balloon had regressed back to being overwhelmed with silence. It wasn't a good feeling. What else was there to talk about? There really weren't any guesses left for the package as it was the least of your worries by this point. Sighing in defeat, you decided to grin and bear what was left of the trip.

Your thoughts were interrupted once more by Lee surprising you by draping one of his many fur blankets over your shoulders. He noticed your shock.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle ya. Thought you should keep as warm as possible since the temperature's only gonna drop from here."

"Oh, no problem. Thanks, Lee."

He nodded.

"Sure you're alright? Seem to be a million miles away."

"I'm sure. Just tired is all. Can't wait to see other people by this point."

"Yeah I feel you on that, Sweetheart. I'm gonna treat myself to a large glass of whiskey when we get down there; bound to warm me up for sure."

"What about a bacon sandwich?"

"Oh ESPECIALLY a bacon sandwich, girl!"

Both of you laughed at that one. Lee's love for Hester could only be matched by his love for bacon, everyone knew that.

As soon as the pleasantries subsided a bit, you and Lee were left with this warm kind of flare in the atmosphere between you. The soft eye contact being exchanged seem to be having a slight effect on him as well. Either that, or he was catching a cold himself, because the red blooming across his face was undeniable. It was hard not to reciprocate with those nearly olive black eyes gazing directly through you.

In an attempt to move past the awkwardness, you pulled the fur blanket around your shoulders tighter.

"Think I'll try to conserve some warmth, now."

Lee nodded once more.

Without another word, he stopped twirling the fedora between his fingers and promplty placed back on his head to return to his piloting duties. It was hard to tell, but you coulda swore you heard Hester utter the phrase,

"Ugh get a room, already."

"See to it that you don't." Cyfrin whispered at you from his seat.

Approximately two hours later after the sun went down and the sky became a dark blue, you, Cyfrin and Hester heard the sweet sound of Lee's voice calling out:

"Look alive all you lazy bones! I can see a bar and and inn with our names on it!"

The announcement stirred everyone to jump out of their seats and excitedly look down on the dark mass of land dotted in the warmth of the townspeople's lamps.

"Oh finally! Hester cheered.

"You said it. It's so beautiful, I could almost cry." You agreed.

The landing couldn't have come soon enough, even though the descent only lasted a handful of minutes. Once firmly planted on the ground, Lee was the first to exit so he could be the gentleman he was to assist you out of the basket without tripping. From there each of you grabbed your own daemons respectfully and let them scamper out ahead of you. They seemed to be running off every ounce of pent off energy despite the constant whining of being exhausted earlier.

"Good at see at least some of us can have fun." you commented while straining to help Lee lift the small but hefty package from the balloon.

"Let e'm be. Not like they'd be able to move this thing anyway."

Touche'.

Fortunately the drop off wasn't too far from here, which made the move all even more tiring. Almost like a tease to walk such a short distance for a heavy package. Neither of you managed to figure out what was in it, but hardly cared anymore by this point. After all, it was just your job to be the delivery service, freeing you of most worries that normally came with it.

There was hardly a need to announce that the bar would be the next stop, as everyone seemed to beeline for the large and inviting brick building. Like most places you visited, it seemed to have a room and board service attached to it. Looked cozier than most, actually.

It had a proper entrance unlike those typically awful swinging saloon doors that let in all the elements.

A warm rush of air enveloped your group as you stepped in. The source was easy enough to locate; a large cobblestone fireplace sat at the focal point of the establishment, its large flames radiating warmth and comfort to anybody who stepped in from the cold.

"Wanna split a bottle of whiskey?" He asked.

While coffee was the first thing on your mind, whiskey did sound better. Already being tired on top of getting buzzed could pretty much guarantee a good night's sleep.

"Sounds good."

He was quick at securing a room key.

One meal and a few drinks later the shared bottle was almost empty, most of it having been consumed by your Texan companion.

Hester noticed how much your behavior differed from his as she observed from her chair at the table.

"Lee, look." She whispered and nodded towards you and Cyfrin.

Lee caught a glimpse of you while slowly looking up from the amber liquid in his half empty glass and couldn't help but smile. You were blissfully swaying a bit in your seat, struggling to keep your eyes open and head up. Being smaller than him, on top of not drinking too much, often kept you a real lightweight. It was cute. You were finally relaxing in a comfortable safe place. Earlier he was so worried about you getting sick. Everything seemed to be okay for now.

Even Cyfrin was already on the floor by the legs of your chair, snoring away himself. His pointed ears flickered to the sound of the crackling embers on the nearby hearth.

"What say we put these two to bed?"

"What say we all go to bed?" She countered

"Them first."

He lightly placed a hand on your shoulder, using as little force as possible to bring you back.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?" you asked, still feeling light.

"I think it's time to turn in."

"Don't have to tell me twice. Looks like I'm gonna have to carry Cyf."

"I'll get him. You can lean on me, and I'll just drape him over my shoulder. Little guy can't weigh anything close to that cargo we moved."

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"It's not a problem."

He obviously wasn't taking no for an answer, so why argue? Too tired anyway. Just like he said, Lee allowed you to rest against him as he helped you and carried your literal soul over his shoulder up to the room.

It wasn't much; seemed to at least have two beds across from each other with a small fireplace of its own which would hopefully keep everyone warm enough for the night. No sign of a bathroom or shower. Guess their washrooms were on the other side of the building or something. Bummer. He was really hoping to get cleaned up before crashing for the night.

You could feel him carefully sit you and Cyfrin on the bed so he could immediatley get to removing your coat, boots and hat. He was sensible enough to leave your long sleeve top and leggings on. He ain't no creep.

"Lie down, Honey. I'm gonna run downstairs and see if I can get some firewood for the room. We're gonna be shiverin' all night otherwise."

"M'kay..." You dropped back onto the mattress like a sack of potatoes. The firm but comforting embrace of it felt like a dream. A dream that came true after sleeping against literal benches on the hot air balloon.

You could feel him drape the quilt over you, before passing out almost instantly.

"Keep an eye on e'm Hester."

"I don't think they'll be goin anywhere." She snickered. She was right. Both you and your daemon were down for the count with liquid relaxation drifting through your veins. Come to think of it, she'd never noticed how lovely Cyfrin looked when he slept.

His still and peaceful form, framed with long tresses of black and grey fur mixed like an oil painting. The tufts of fur on the tips of his ears peacefully fluttered like dandelion fluff and an audible but soothing purr could be easily heard rumbling within his chest.

Hester found herself downright studying him. Her nose nervously wiggled as if she should feel guilty for this. Wait, guilty for what? He was just sleeping for goodness' sake! Although some would argue it was weird and rude to stare at someone when they rest. Should she stop? Did she have to? Want to? What was happening?! Why was she tripping over herself like a youth all of a sudden?

Almost as if on cue, Lee cautiously re-entered so as to not disturb you.

"Welp, we got a problem."

"Problem?"

"They ran out of firewood for the guest rooms a couple of hours ago. We're stuck in here without heat tonight." He sighed.

"Wha--? What kinda inn run out of essential supplies for the guests?!"

All he could do was shrug.

"Apparently there's been a lot more folks passing through than usual. The place had to use what was left of the firewood to keep the main room downstairs warm."

"Ugh, of all the places to land! We finally get a chance to unwind, and now no heat--!"

"Shh! You're gonna wake e'm up!" Lee murmured, talking about you and Cyfrin.

"Oh don't worry about them, they haven't budged in the slightest. What are we gonna do about for warmth?"

"Well it's not like we can't get back in the air right now. Not as cold in here than out there. Maybe the heat from the main room will keep us warm enough. Plus, that whiskey left us both kinda overheated."

"I don't know about that. It's bound to wear off at some point."

Typical Hester always trying to be right. He hated it when she was sometimes.

"Like I said, we're gonna have to work with what we got, and what we got right now is a roof over us and a couple of beds which I intend to take full advantage of. If we get cold, we can put our coats back on I guess."

He felt a bit too warm anyway right now. So the best thing to do was shed his boots, hat and overcoat, stripping down to his worn out undershirt and pants. Didn't seem to be a place to hang his coat, so may as well as drape the dusty thing over the foot of the bed.

It felt as if the entire world was taken off his shoulders the second he hit the bed. Heat or not, there was no getting him up by this point.

Unable to do anything else, Hester reluctantly hopped up on the bed, using Lee's coat as a nest. Didn't even realize how tired she was in all this till now. Right before falling asleep herself, she couldn't help but sneak one last peep at Cyfrin.

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.

"Lee? Lee?"

Both of them quickly woke in response to the sound of your slightly disoriented voice and flipped over to look back at you. You were sitting up with the blankets tightly wrapped around your torso and Cyfrin sat awake by your side. The window in between your beds clearly indicated it was still the wee hours of the morning; still dark outside.

"What'sa matter, Sugar?" His voice was groggy.

"I'm freezing. Can you stoke the fire a bit?"

Damn, it really did get cold over night. His fingers and toes felt almost frozen stiff as he found himself pulling the covers up higher. Shoulda left his gear on. At the time he felt kinda warm and just wanted to stop feeling smothered by all the layers. Boy was he regretting that decision now. She didn't need to say it, but he could pretty much here Hester saying 'I told you so.'

"Oh, I'm sorry. The place ran outta firewood before we got here. You were already out like a light so I couldn't tell you."

"W-well, what're we gonna do?" you shivered.

"I-I guess we can put our coats back on."

"Yeah, let's do it."

As he got up to unfold his coat, he forgot Hester was using it as a bed. And almost instantly before Lee could reclaim it, she gave a suggestion neither of you were ready for.

"Orrr...we could go back to Survival 101."

"What're you goin' on about? C'mon scoot over."

"You numbskull, I'm talking about sharing body heat!"

If the room wasn't so dark, everyone would've seen yours and Lee's faces turn absolutely crimson. There's no way she was serious. Each of your respectable daemons felt the awkward tension building. They weren't entirely sure what to say to get past this. Cyfrin's earlier conversation with you began to ring in his own ears. Then he felt a rush of heat in his fluffy face that was both a relief from the cold but a push into even further uncharted territory both sides were so afraid of.

Suddenly his mind began to race. He was just kidding when he said to come clean with Lee about your feelings. Plus if you did, you'd never leave him alone about a certain hare. A soft, beautiful, intelligent---

NO! NO NO NO!

Why was the usually composed feline panicking inside? Hester didn't think anything of him, right? Not like they had nearly as much platonic intimacy as the humans they traveled with.

You tried looking back at Cyfrin for some kind of advice, audibe or not. The tension in his form practically begged you to say no. Before getting a chance to say anything, Lee spoke up.

"N-nah, that won't be necessary. We can just put our coats and whatnot back on."

She just wouldn't let it go.

"Lee, you know full well all the survival manuals suggest sharing warmth. That means just to huddle up without all the layers. Why can't we all just be adults about this?"

Her persistence was getting a bit suspicious to you at this point. The tone she gave off sounded practical and all, yet it seemed like there was more to it.

"I don't wanna make (Y/N) and Cyfrin uncomfortable."

Something's gotta give. It was hard to make a sensible decision without letting emotions play into it. The disciplined control you worked so hard to play around him was waning. Nothing untame of course, but desires that certainly said 'more than friends' were whispering in your ear.

You'd love nothing more than to cuddle with him. Cuddle, not huddle. Those arms around you? Those same ones that he was bearing to you at this very moment? Being so focused on the cold, you almost didn't realize he was in his undershirt. It was hardly the first time seeing him like this, it just didn't happen too often. Always being up in the air meant his arms were usually kept hidden under his coat.

It wasn't just his arms. Far from that...it was him. Lee was such a beautiful man, inside and out. He was a gentleman and a daredevil all in one.

"I think we should go with Hester's idea." you finally stated, standing from your bunk and feeling the adrenaline from your nerves kick in.

There was that awful silence again. He steadily approached you, once again staring deep into your eyes.

"Really? It wouldn't bother you?" Lee could feel his pulse quicken.

"Yeah. Better than freezing, right?"

Why were you so bad at lying? But there was no turning back now.

He took a deep breath.

"Alright, uh, let's hunker down then. W-would you like to--? It's somewhat warmed up from me lying in it already."

He stood aside for you to get in the bed first. See? Gentleman. A gentleman giving you the warmer space in his own bunk.

There's no way you could resist now; it was impossible.

You slowly walked towards the bed, and tried not to show any panic. He patiently waited for you to get comfortable. Rushing anybody was the last thing to do in a situation like this. To him you looked so cute under the quilt as he watched you snuggle down like a deer preparing to hibernate. Finally he got permission to join you once you settled on your back and patted the empty space by your side.

Was this really happening? Were you all making too big a deal out of this? To most people, yes. Although if most people knew of how you and your daemons had secret feelings for each other, they might not be so judgemental. No matter how confient they seemed, nobody could climb into bed with their crush without being nervous; it's not like you were gonna do anything, but still...

Lee managed to climb in next you without giving himself a panic attack; even got as far as pulling the covers over the both of you.

"Okay, I'm gonna just scoot a bit closer."

"Go ahead."

His arm gently slid under your neck, causing you to adjust yourself and lay against his chest. Wow, this really was a lot warmer.

The instant relief from the chill seemed to cause the both of you to sigh in unison; leaving more tension in the air than you wanted. In a futile attempt to ignore it, he unintentionally made the moment even more uncomfortable by nervously tapping his fingers that were resting on your shoulder.

Your reflexes told you to tense.

He felt your form bunch against him, and it gave the clear message that his little self distraction wasn't helping.

"Oh, sorry." He quickly retracted his hand, letting it limply fall to the sheets behind your back.

"I-it's okay. I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a little nervous; not like we've done this before. I get that we just need some warmth, but it's...really intimate, you know? More than what I'm used to."

"I can move to the other bed if you want. Last thing I'm trying to do is make you uncomfortable."

Should you take him up on the offer? Granted, it was weird, but not so weird that you wanted it to stop. On the contrary, embracing him felt amazing. You'd been so used to casual back pats and high fives, so used to trying to make sure things weren't too close, that you forgot about how nice it felt to have physical contact with someone. Especially Lee.

"No. I'd---I'd like you to stay. It actually feels really good too."

WHAT WERE YOU DOING? WHAT WERE YOU SAYING? STOP.

Your position wouldn't let you see Lee's face. But if it did, you'd see him beginning to smile. You trusted him. You trusted him enough to lie beside him and that was no small feat.

"You do? Really?" He wanted to place his hand back on your shoulder, but was sure to restrain himself.

"Yeah I do. I always feel safe around you, Lee."

Ugh, stop now, before you say something stupid. More and more honesty began to pour out with no way of stopping. Cyfrin was right; it was time to rip this bandage off. Whatever happens, happens.

"We've been friends for so long now, that I feel like I can trust you with anything. As a matter a fact, I realized over time, that you're more to me than just a friend. At least that's what I'd like."

Lee swallowed hard.

"(Y/N)..."

"Lemme finish. I have to get this out. Lee, you're so much more than just a friend to me. You're kind, intelligent, funny...and very handsome. I've felt this way for quite some time but I was too scared to say anything. I knew if I did, and you didn't feel the same, we'd have to part ways. So I kept it hidden for such a long time because I'd rather remain friends for the rest of our lives rather than risk losing you. However, it was like tonight's situation was telling me to say it already."

It's almost like time froze. Nobody said anything or even uttered a syllable. You knew it, he didn't feel the same. He didn't feel the same and you should've just kept your mouth shut. This was it, the total end.

The overwhelming humiliation made you sit up and try to climb over him.

"I'm sorry! I never should've said anything! I'm so sorry Lee, I'll just get back to bed and be outta here by morning!"

Before even managing to get off the bed, a firm hand gripped your wrist. Looking down at the man you poured your heart out to, you expected to see disdain. But you didn't. Had your eyes not been so clouded by welled up tears, you'd actually thought for a moment that he was showing care.

"(Y/N)..."

You used your free hand to wipe the tears and sniffled away what might've come out. Your vision was clear again, and it proved you were wrong. His facial expression was soft and calm; almost loving. Those eyes you loved so much were breaking down your walls.

Please say something.

"(Y/N), I had no idea you felt like this. I'm so sorry."

There was the heartbreaking confirmation. It made you shamefully hang your head and start to cry all over again with eyes shut tight. He still didn't let your wrist go in all of this when you wish he would. Let you go and run off with some dignity left.

That's when a gentle hand thumbed away your first tear. It had the softest touch as it slid to cup your cheek and urge you to look up.

"I'm so sorry I didn't say anything sooner. You've been on my mind longer than you realize and I wanted so bad to take a further step. But even entertaining the idea of someone as wonderful as you, actually lovin' me, It--it just seemed like too much of a dream."

Another sniffle later, he let go of your wrist to cup your other cheek. The entirety of your face was now framed in those same hands that could both cause damage and soothe nerves. You were hearing this, right? This wasn't some drunken fantasy?

"Really? You feel the same?"

"Maybe even more. I can't spoil you with gold coins, expensive clothes or gourmet food. But If you let me, I can be so much more than a friend! I can be your protection, a shoulder to cry on, and I can promise to do everything in power to keep you safe and happy."

"Lee, you don't have to give me anything but you. You're all I want and need."

Your hands cupped his face in returning affection.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

You nodded and he slowly pressed his lips against yours; the need to become more than friends was finally being filled and it caused a chain reaction in his hands. One of them seemed to automatically move down and against your shoulder blades, while the other slid behind your head. It made your arms slink themselves around his neck to fully enjoy this.

When finally breaking apart for a breath, he stared into your eyes again. This time you didn't feel the need to look away.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." He confessed.

"Me too. Still can't believe it took this long."

"Maybe now it won't be so awkward sharing a bed."

This caused any tension before to melt away as you both laughed.

"I guess you're right. Speaking of which, I'm ready to go back to sleep...next to you without any worry."

Upon settling back down against each other, a firm throat clearing sounded. Oops. Hester and Cyfrin had moved to the empty bed and watched this all unfold. You'd completely forgotten they were even there to begin with.

"Get a good show?" Lee asked

"It was a bit mushy for my taste. Still a good four stars." Hester remarked.

"You two getting over here or what?"

"Yeah we could use an intermission anyways."

Both made their way off the vacant bed and curled up at the end of yours. They still seemed to be keeping a respectable space between themselves. Was that the extent for them?

Hester couldn't help but make one last comment before settling down.

"Unless you have something you wanna tell me, Cyfrin."

The cat daemon simply scoffed back.

"In your harebrained dreams."

After having to tell them to be nice and go to sleep, you and Lee cozily drifted off in each other's arms.

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Must have been 9:00 am by the time anyone on the bed stirred. You woke with Lee's face filling your vision as he slept away, still deep in his dreams being indicated by some minor facial twitching. It was so different seeing him sleep when this close; peaceful might've been an understatement to describe his relaxed expression. You could see your hand rise and lift off to the side as it was still lying on his chest.

It was time to wake up, as much as you hated it. Your hand moved up to his shoulder and shook him a bit.

"Lee? Lee. It's time to get up."

It took a minute before he responded. His long lashes fluttered open and the eyes you previously thought to be black as night were revealed to be a warm glowing brown from the sunlight spilling through the nearest window above the bed.

"Good morning. You whispered.

"Mornin' Love." He smiled.

"You sleep alright?"

"Mmm yeah. I had strangest dream last night, though."

Your nails began to idly graze across his chest.

"Oh? What about?"

"Well, I thought I got to wake up to the girl of my dreams wrapped in my arms."

That earned a chuckle.

"Sure you're not still dreaming?"

"I don't know, lemme check."

He leaned over to kiss you again, fully savoring it now that there were no more secret feelings.

As soon as the kiss broke, he looked down at the foot of the bed where your daemons occupied it last night.

"Well lookie here."

Cyfrin and Hester were bunched up together. She laid cozily against his side, using his tail as a blanket while he curled his form closer around her. It's obvious he was forming a protective barrier to anything that may harm her.

"They weren't like that last night."

"Sure weren't."

Neither of you were being very quiet and Cyfrin was the first to react. He cracked open a groggy green eye, looking very unamused.

"Wanna explain yourself?" You teased.

"We may have exchanged a few words after you two fell asleep. What we said doesn't matter and won't be explained. All I know, is that she means a lot to me."

"Sure that isn't my harebrained dreams running away with me?" Hester asked, voice drenched in sleep.

"Shut up, rabbit. Go back to sleep, it's too early."

She snuggled up against him closer. It was quite the sight. You, Lee, Cyfrin and Hester all bundled up into one bed, and content as ever.

THE END

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Posted on: October 29th 2021

[adhd-sakura]

You like Kabuto as a character too, right? Do you headcanon him with ADHD/Autism or both? Personally, I can see traits of each that fit him pretty well, his interest in medicine, science, and collecting information are SpIns, for instance. Maybe textures are an issue for him too! Like, he threw away both the gloves he was wearing, even though only one was damaged when he fought Tsunade. It's almost like he couldn't stand one arm being bare and the other being covered. I hope I'm making sense!

YES I like Kabuto as a character lol. I haven’t thought about it much, but I can totally see him as autistic especially! May I add;

-strict schedules. If nothing else, he’s got that almost obbsessive fixation on going to bed ‘on time’ according to what his adoptive mother told him when he was five.

-low empathy. I think this ones obvious lol. He cares about and sympathizes with people more then the general fandom gives him credit for, but I’ve never seen him as empathetic per se. just really observant and pitying, if that makes sense.

-I know it’s an Anime Troupe and all, but doing the Glasses Touch? Stim.

-I can totally see him having a bit of an issue with textures, yeah -especially asymetrical ones.

-as far as SI’s go, I def agree that Medicine is one, but I’m more doubtful of him being quite so invested in ‘science’ or ‘information gathering’ as SI’s of their own; I think he’s got a much bigger SI in finding his identity by surpassing/succeeding Orochimaru, and his skill in those areas are a byproduct of him persuing that. 

-he’s very blunt. Like, even when he’s always lying his ass off all the time, he’s VERY blunt. He blackmails Tobi and passively comments on Orochimaru’s condtion and if I remember right he straight up tells Sasuke that he made the wrong choice and his life is going to be hell when he gets to Otogakure. Like he’s REALLY good at hold his tongue when he’s gotta, and he usually does, but he still just. Says things. Like he literally tells Orochimaru what the Sannin are at LEAST once, right? LIKE. he’s just that Hannah Gadsby quote ‘I have a piece of information you seem to be missing. you may or may not be ready to hear this information but I’ll tell you anyway because knowledge is power, ignorance is a cage, and feelings can be dealt with. I bid you good day =)’

-Three words: NINJA INFO CARDS

[hellomynameisbisexual]

“The fear of rejection is twice as scary when the person looking out for you is not only is your parent, but they also have a higher responsibility of care because of your disability,” says Rian Hiney. As a bisexual, trans man, the 17-year-old has not only had to reveal his sexuality to his loved ones, but his gender identity, too.

Growing up being treated as a girl, Rian tells The Independent that he “never exactly felt ‘feminine’.”

“My mum used to try and dress me in pretty ‘girly’ dresses but all I remember is how I used to refuse and how uncomfortable I felt. I was constantly labelled a ‘tomboy’ and now that I am older, I totally detest the word," says Rian, who was born with an unknown condtion similar to quadreplegic cerebral palsy.

“It’s just a phase. You’re a tomboy. You’ll grow out of this’, whatever ‘this’ is’,” is the response that Rian became used to hearing.

“If I am going to be honest, when I was younger I didn’t even know what ‘this’ was, I just knew that ‘this’ wasn’t a phase, ‘this’ was me and there was nothing I could do to change ‘this’," he adds.

As Rian grew older, he gradually realised there was vocabulary - “trans” - to describe what he was feeling. The term describes a person who does not identify with the gender they were assigned with at birth, and therefore doesn't relate to a person's sexuality. But first, he had to deal with coming out as a bisexual.

“I initially came out as bisexual at the age of 15," he says. "I remember I first told my sisters and my friends. It wasn’t a massive shock to them and they actually took it quite well. I don’t think I really came out as bisexual to my parents, I just talked about bringing a girl or a boy or whoever home one day, and they had a hard time at first but they kind of accepted it. My mum did keep asking about it, ‘so who do you prefer,’ and what I got from my dad is ‘you’re missing the point, you silly girl’.”

But Rian still didn't feel quite right. Having been open about his sexuality, he was still uncertain to articulate his feelings about his gender identity without any role models to follow.

"When I first heard the word ‘transgender’, I initially thought of the offensive and outdated stereotypes of ‘cross-dressers’ and ‘lady boys’," he says. "There was no representation for me to look up to.” Rian slipped into a depression, and his sister noticed the red flagsof his mental health. With her support, Rian was able to open up about how the gender he was assigned at birth didn’t match up with how he truly felt inside.

“I just asked her, ‘What do you think of the name Rian?’, and we went from there. I told her everything.”

What frightened him was how his parents - who were responsible for his care - would react. "I didn’t want to feel like a 'disappointment' to my mum, and with my dad being your typical old fashioned conservative type of guy, I was very apprehensive."

"In the end, it wasn’t too bad. I just kind of came out with it spontaneously one day and my Dad's reaction really surprised me. He was quite calm about the whole thing and he has taken it within his stride. And apart from her at first teasing me about the name Rian (she didn’t like it at first), my mum has been fine."

Still, Rian's journey to acceptance was far from over. He quickly learned that while he was certain he was bisexual, the prejudice towards disabled people meant that others struggled to understand how he could have sexual feelings at all. And when he came out as trans, the prejudice he already faced was compounded by an unwanted fascination with his sexuality. Disappointingly, he discovered that while the disabled and LGBT communities are largely progressive and open, Rian didn't always feel accepted.

“Both communities regularly face other people’s nonsense. People being condescending, trying to teach you about gender and or disability, people treating your identity as a burden, and both communities are still fighting for their rights,” says Rian. Recent figures show that attacked on LGBT people have spiked by 80 per cent in the UK over the last four years, while the United Nations recently criticised the Government for failing to uphold the rights of disabled people following the implementation of austerity policies.

“Our sexual identities are constantly under critique,” he goes on. “Within the Trans community we are often overly sexualised. People do not see anything wrong with asking invasive questions about our genitals. Transwomen are often objects of sexual desire for straight cis‐men, but then still face violent transphobia from these cis‐men. Transmen and Transwomen aren’t looked at as ‘real’ men or women by some people, if they haven’t chosen to or been able to get surgery on their genitals.”

“On the other hand, people don’t think those who have a disability and in particular, wheelchair users have the right to be intimate. Some people can’t even comprehend it – someone at school recently said to me, ‘How can you be bisexual? You’re disabled and you can’t even have sex’. Trans people are hypersexualised and disabled people are desexualised. This is why people struggle to box me in.”

“I haven’t always felt embraced by the trans community as someone who has a disability. I have heard ableist comments made within the LGBTQI community and I have encountered ableism within LGBTQI ‘safe’ spaces numerous times. I often see people who are supposed to be allies making offensive ableist comments on social media during arguments and it is.”

So Rian is facing his situation by paving the way for others like him. He is currently on the board of Whizz-Kidz, the charity for young people who use wheelchairs, and hopes to act as a role model to other disabled and LGBT people.

He looks to a future where coming out is no longer necessary.

“I hope a time will come in the future where people won’t need to ‘come out.’ Instead people will just be allowed to ‘be’. I can’t see that happening in this generation to be honest, but I am confident that we are changing things enough so that people in the next generation will find things slightly easier. That’s what it is all about.”

[princeeugenefitzherbertofcororna]

Do you think since you are both king and captain of the gaurd maybe you can help with the way the justice system work. Like better cells, fair trials, and better living condtions. hear I have some examples of what I'm talking about *States amendments of america, and prison's of norway* Just because they are crimnals, dosen't make them any less human. And they derseve human rights.

Captain Eugene

Just because I am king of my kingdom and Captain of Corona doesn’t mean I can change the laws or rules. The only ones who can change the justice laws and how the criminals are treated would be the king. I do agree with you though, Criminals are humans and have feelings. As Rapunzel always says “Everyone deserves a second chance”.

*Chuckles and pulls out a book*

Rapunzel and I are actually working together to make the justice system better, like we have already started a special program where we give the criminals a fair trial and a second chance at having a normal life, only if they promise to stop being criminals. Ever since Varian and I spoke up about how the cells were uncomfortable, Rapunzel and I have made some new adjustments to the prisons.

*Shows you a cell*

You have a better more comfortable mattress with a pillow and blanket to stay warm, we do feed them better food than before, and now since Varian created hot water machines they are allowed to take a shower if they want to.

*Chuckles*

These are just some adjustments we were allowed to make with the kings permission of course.

[taehyung-king-v]

"Jagyi, my head hurts... my skin is burning. Can you turn on the air conditioner, please?" Taehyung mumbled. He woke me up, in the middle of the night, telling me about his pain. Normally, he would bother me at late hours, in the night for some other things and I would be kinda annoyed at him for that. But, this time hearing his sad tone in his voice and the way he said it, it brought tears to my eyes. I have to be strong for him though and don't cry in front of him and make him cry as well or worse: make him think I'm crying because he woke me up and I'm upset at him. No, I could never! I am always here for him. He hugged me tightly and I felt his desperation into his hold.

" Oh baby, come here! you took your medicine, right?" He nodded. I turned to him to peck his lips and then got up to fix the air condtioner. He often sleeps with it on. It is neccesary for his skin condition, too much heat affects him. His skin gets sensitive and the urge to scratch at it becomes harder to ignore. Poor my baby, he just has to endure it during the concerts when he geats all sweaty. I wish it would be different, I hate it when it happens... After that, I laid on my back so he can position himself on top of me, with his head on my chest so my hands could caress his lovely, angelic face and his skin, in pain now. I also took the mini fan from the nightstand to help him feel better. It hurts me too because I know is hard for his body to go through it. Sometimes it gets too much and he doesn't deserve it. Taehyung deserves only happiness. I wish he could take a break from time to time, he's always practicing for his live stages, always working so hard.

" I'm sorry, Tae baby! stay as comfortable as you want, crush me with your body but please feel better, ok?" I softly whispered to him, praying in my mind for him and his health. He is doing better than before but still, his skin condition affects him. Taehyung has some medicamentation to fallow for his cure but he is fine with that, he understood that is better to follow this treatment and I'm glad he is positive about his daily healing. I always massage him with the special oil that cools off his skin temperature. Right now is no exception. I would do anything for him, just to make it right and make him feel better!

Maybe you find it weird his condition and you would think I'm exagerating, but he really needs to rest. Sometimes, because of too much sweat and effort the sensation of nausea and fainting takes over him. I saw him once so sick, it crushed me to see how in pain he was soI promised to him, I will do whatever it takes to help him anytime he needs it. Maybe it won't totally cure, but we needed to make it better and easier for him.

He chuckled a bit." I can't really squish you and make your bones numb with my weight, now can I?" " Shh, just stay here, inhale exhale. You know I don't mind. Let me feel your pain, share it with me. I can't stand to see you so down, scrunching up your face in discomfort, you dont deserve it." I kissed his head repeatedly and then ran my fingers through his soft hair. I held the fan on his face then on his naked chest, whenever he would told me I need to do it. Oh God, I love him so so much and I'm so glad he is mine and he's here with me so I can take care of him.

" Thank you, my sweet girl." He took my hand in his and lifted his head to slowly peck my lips. He made me smile, I adore him. His face, oh! It bring me tears of joy, looking at him. He's jsut so breathtakingly beautiful! My angel!

" I love you, SO SO MUCH Tae, I love you!" I positioned my body better on the pillows so he would stay more comfortable on me, without worrying if he's crushing me with his weight, hehe. I hope he will fall asleep soon andhis body will relax. My baby, he's too adorable snoring on my chest, every time it happened I couldn’t help but giggle.

" Waeee?" He whinned and breathed his words on my skin and he sent shivers all over my skin, when his lips touched my skin. " you snoring, but... Tae, are you sure feeling better now? " yeah, you're helping a lot." Tae assured me. " kiss me. can you kiss me, please?" He looked at me then with puppy eyes and my heart just melted on spot. I can't resist without his lips myself. I slowly pulled him closer to my face so we get to kiss, gently. His lips on mine are my response from him when I say I love you. While he's kissing me so softly, so innocently yet passionate, it means I love you too! And I couldn't wish for more.

" Now sleep baby, ok? it got so much more cooler here, right?" He cutely nodded. He is so tiny and smol, oh my heart. "I'm here: ALWAYS!" I assured him and took his face in my palms to peck him once more. I'm happy I made him smile and took away from his body pain. He rested his head on my beating heart, before leaving a kiss there as well. Sweet boy, is trying to kill me with his fluffy and full of love gestures? Aww, my baby winter bear. I feel so content having him so close to me, breathing on my skin and I can caress his hair and show him all my love. Taking some peaks at him from time to time to see him with eyes closed, with parted lips, sleeping like a little baby it just feels so domestic. Ah! My life is complete! God, please take care of him and us and thank you for giving him to me! :)

A/N I am talking about his skin condition: urticaria. Unfortunately, he suffers bc of it and it really breaks my heart. PLS just think about his health as well, my dears! don't expect him to be a machine, he works so hard on his live performance and in the studio and he gives us only the best of him but he is also a HUMAN BEING and he needs a break and he needs to be healthy, ok? He showed us already he is the GREATEST so let's thank him for all his efforts! Taehyung is such a WONDERFUL man, omg! let's love and support him and just think about him and his life more, not only on the stage!

here is the sweetest baby in the world:

[stephenjaymorrisblog]

Memories of L.A.'s Indian Summers ‎ Saturday, ‎September ‎5, ‎2020 Stephen Jay Morris ©Scientific Morality

      It is early September here in the Catskill Mountains and it is a cool 73 degrees.  Meanwhile, Los Angeles is having a severe heatwave.  Man, I remember those summer days in L.A.  I remember returning to school in September to a rooms with no air conditioners.  If we were lucky, the janitor would set up a big stand up fan in our classroom.  It didn't help.  All a fan does is circulate hot air. At home, it was worse.  At night, my mom would leave the front door open all night to let in cooler air.  Both of my bedroom windows remained wide open.  I could hear hundreds of crickets chirping like a gigantic chior in the dead of night.  I would lie in my bed and watch the drops of sweat run down from my chest to my belly buttom.  This was a time when people would walk the streets of L.A. at night just to cool off.  I could a hear a teenage couple walk by my house, talking loud and puculating each sentence with laughter. My dad was neurotically parsimonious.  He couldn't give a shit if I or any of us had a heat stroke!  His rationale for being a cheap ass was this fake asceticism or stupid macho posturing.  "It's hot, boy?  Well suck it up, son.  Be a man!"  I think he was traumatized by the great depression, so he squeezed every penny he got, giving Abe Lincoln a concussion.  He subscribed to the outdated notion of the husband/father being head of the household.  Only when my sister whined about the heat and my mother complained, would he then attempt to do anything about it.  I don't know from where, but he got this contraption known as a portable swamp cooler on wheels.  And let me tell you, it didn't cool anything down unless you were to stand right in front of it! Our neigbors had a swimming pool and I could hear them slash around in the cool water; I'm sure they were having a "cool" time.  Plus, I could hear their air conditoner running.  I would sit in my bedroom closet because it was remakably cooler in there than any other area of the house.  I could take a cold shower, but that would only cool me off for about 20 minutes and then I'd be hot again.  The only hope to be had was for a cool breeze coming off the Pacific Ocean. Now, thanks to the oil companies, we've got Climate Change.  Then, there are the right wing "Climate Change deniers"  who propagandize for those fossil fuel companies. They are the same idiots who refuse to wear masks during the Covid 19 pandemic.  America, you have a constitutional right to be stupid.  That is one right I do not take advantage of.   After experiencing those L.A. summers during my childhood, I vowed to never exprience oppressive heat again.  I kept that vow and bought an air condtioner for my apartment in the 80's.  I hear Los Angeles has recently broken meteroralogical records.  I hear that parts of the San Franando Valley is heading up to 115 degrees!  Somebody or somebodies better do something about this climate crisis!  

The west coast is burning:  We interupt this memoir to recognize that California is experiencing a catastrophic event.  The States of Oregon and Washington are, also.  There are acres upon acres of fires burning up and down these coastal states.  Recently, I saw it reported on national news that there is so much smoke, the sky is a thick orange--like the face of our dear leader in the White House.  I heard he will be making a  visit to Caliofornia, begrudgingly.  He will probably brag about how his golf course in Southern California didn't sustain any fire damage.  At any rate...people with repiratory ailments like asthma are suffering badly.  I have seasonal allergies and California air is bad for that condition, even in normal times.  Calfornia is in a really bad way right now, with the Pandemic, civil unrest, police brutality, and economic disparity.  A natural disaster certainly does not help matters.  These are not normal California fires; these are much worse.  The world is having a climate crisis and California's situation is a tragic result of it.  All California needs now is "the Big One"--a massive earthquake--to occur.  My heart goes out to the people of California.  As far as all of you "Climate Deniers" go, you know what you can do.  

[loverichardarmitage]

Saving you

Thank you for that amazing idea @emilypoole815

Summary: This Story is through out the battle of the five armies. You, Thorin, Fili, Kili and Dwalin are fighting off the orcs on ravenhill when azog appears and starts to attack you. Thorin ends up killing azog and carries your limp Body back to Erebor.

Pair: Thorin x Reader 

Warnings: fluff, angst, death

All of you were Standing on ravenhill searching for azog. He had taunted Thorin in riding up to ravenhill and now you stood with the three durins and one of your best friends on ravenhill when out of nowhere a horde of orcs came running at the five of you. You raised your sword and charged at one of the orcs coming at you. You sliced its head off of his shoulders as you felt another presence behind you. Turning around, you came face to face with the pale orc. The most vile one of his entire race.

He clashed his sword agaisnt yours, driving you backwards more and more until you were separated from your friends and your secret love. You only noticed what azogs intentions were when it already was too late for you to sneak away. ‘ that Little bastard’ you thought to yourself as you kept fighting against this massive foe. Then without you noticing he threw his mace at you and you stumbled backwards through his blow, landing on backside. Azog started to try and hit you with his mace repeatedly. You did not have much time to recover before the next blew came and you quickly grabbed your sword and rolled to the side.

Before Azog could land a blow on you, you quickly stood back up and blocked his mace and made for a run but he grabbed you by the tunic and rammed you into the stonewall right from you. You fell uncoscious and Azog stood above you, grinning down at you devilishly. He successfully managed to separate you from the others as his plan continued on. Now where he had you, he could get Thorin to let his cover down and he could defeat the ing under the mountain, getting his revenge on him. Azog and the others always kept an eye on you, so they noticed the changing in yours and Thorin’ s relationship.

Nobody else had seemed to notice that Thorin developed Feelings for you as you did for him and now he could take this as an advantage. Azog ordered one of his orcs to capture you for he needed you alive. For now...

A few feet away from you the others seemed to notice that you were not with them anymore for they were kept busy by the other orcs. But now they had managed to defeat all of their enemies. Thorin turned around to see that you were not standing behind him like you used to. Fili, Kiliand Dwalin seemed to notice that something was definitely not going the way they wished to. “ Where is (Y/N)" Thorin bellowed. Dwalin shrugged his shoulders and turned around to look for you. Panic began to rose in the four of them.

Then they heard feet movement behind them and Bilbo showed up behind a large rock. He ran to Thorin, Fili, Kili and Dwalin while breathing heavily. He managed to get out a few words, ehcih were difficult to understand through Bilbo’s panting. The Little Hobbit began to calm down slowly before he repeated himself “ Thorin, there are coming a lot more orcs under Bolgs lead. This is a trap. You have to get away from here” shocked expressions formed on their faces before Thorin turned to the others and said: " Alright, Fili Kili you go back down with Bilbo. Dwalin you will stay here with me, I Need you to get (Y/N) back.” 

Before Fili or Kili could speak against the uncle and voice their concern Thorin already had made his way over to them before speaking quite softly to them and looking them deep into their eyes “ You have to promise me that you do that, I know you both can fight and that very good, but I could never forgive myself if something happens to you both, knowing that it would be my fault” the two of the slowly nodded resinged, before they followed Bilbo back down.

Thorin and Dwalin took their weapons back in their hands just in time before another Horde of orcs came running their way. Both of them kept fighting bravely but stopped dead in their tracks when they heard an ear piercing scream. Your scream to be exact. Shivers ran down their spines and a bitter frown formed on Thorin’s face as pure rage and hatred rose up inside him. Azog would pay for laying hand on you and Thorin himself would ensure that he swore to himself.

Just then Azog appeared on an outcrop a dvilish smile on his face as he pulled something with him. Or even someone. Thorin’s breath got caught in his throat as he saw and which condtion you were. Dwalin placed his hand on Thorin’s shouder as another scream came from you and Dwalin seethed at Azog who just laughed at the two warriors before him. Your whole body was flayed with stitches and bruises down your arms and over your legs and even in your face.

Thorin seethed with Anger as he saw the fear in your eyes. He wanted nothng more than to kill Azog and hold you in his arms as he spoke soothing words into your ear and now he feared that this would never going to happen again. Yet he swore himself that no one would ever touch you if he could prevent it. He felt like he failed you though even though he knew you would never hold against him for it was not even his fault but yours and yours alone. If would not had charged at Azog all alone this would have never happened in the first place.

Looking deeply into your eyes he made you the silent promise to get you out of that and that he would hold you in his arms again even if it meant that he would die, saving you. You wanted to believe it, yet you doubted that you would live through this and the last thing you wanted was Thorin to die because of your stupidity. Silent tears were falling down your face and it broke Thorin’s heart seeing his love like that. The fear now clearly visible on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks. The next Thing he saw happen was how Azog slammed your body against the rock. A loud crack sounded through the clearing and fresh blood ran down the side of your head and face.

You fell unconscious again and Thorin ran at the smirking Azog before Dwalin could stop his best friends, he instead followed him. Thorin did not know if you were dead or not, he just hoped you were not and with pure hate he and Dwalin killed every orc that stood in his way towards your limp body. He would save you and hold you in his arms again, he tried to calm himself down. Azog stood on the outcrop smirking at the scene in front of him. He could smell Thorin’s angst and anger and it made him feel powerful. That was until he stood eye to eye with Thorin. Thorin charged at Azog and led him away from unconscious Body while Dwaling kept the other orcs occupied so they would not try anything with you.

Thorin and Azog stood on the ice now and they kept charging at each other. Azog swung his mace at Thorin but he crouched away in time before the mace could crush him. The mace came to a stand and Azog could not lift it anymore. Growling he charged at Thorin with his knife arm. This time Thorin smirked at Azog as he ran Forward ducking under Azogs blows and Tackling his enemy to the ground. Then he stabbed his sword into Azogs body. He smirked down at Azogs dead body and pulled orccrist out of Azogs chest. Thorin gave Azog one last glance before running back to dwalin to find him kneeling over your Body and everywhere dead bodies. 

Thorin quickly ran over to the both of you and kneeled down beside you as well. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead making Dwalin smile at him before he stood back up and took you into his arms, bridle style. He and Dwalin made their way back downstair, but before Dwalin grabbed both swords and took them with them. Back down where the battle also had stopped and the people who survived stood at the entrance of Erebor where the rest of Thorin’ s Company stood, smiling happily as they saw Thorin and Dwalin alive, but their smiles faltered as they saw your limp Body in his arms.

Thorin quickly shouted for Oin “ Oin come with me please, I Need your help and Balin and Fili I beg you to help the survivors and lead them into the mountain.” Upon hearing that the People of day cheered loudly and Balin, Dain, Thranduil, Gandalf and the rest of the company looked shocked, but after the short shock the half broke out into wide smiles. Thorin ran inside Erebor with Oin and Kili on his heels as Balin and Fili led the People of dale into the safety of the mountain. Finding a chamber Thorin opened the door and went inside before placing you on the bed.

He realized that it was his sisters old room. A small smile formed on his face as he sat next to you on the bed. Oin tried to rush him out but neither Thorin or Kili left the room. Sighing Oin started to tend to your wounds before turning to Thorin, a frown on his face whiespering “ She will always have these scars. They will never fully go away. They will heal with time but they are a part of her now.” Thorin nodded, a frown on his face evident like on his nephews. It made him sad but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had beautiful long ( Y/H/C ) hair. And the most gorgeous (Y/E/C). Thorin smiled to himself and gently stroked his finger over your pale cheek.

Before Oin left he told Thorin: “ Do not worry lad, she will be alright, it just will take a while until she Wakes up, Kili lad, come with me. Lets give those two some alone time, they deserve it” nodding and smiling widely Kili followed Oin outside and back to where the others were now. Shaking his head and fond smile formed on Thorin’s facee as he took your Hand into his and softly guided it to his mouth, where he leaves a kiss on your hands. Slowly Exhaustion took over and consumed Thorin.

The next time he woke up he felt soft fingers gliding through his hair, down his cheeks where the touch lingered for a while, before gliding down to his chest, where now the Hand stayed. Not wanting to wake up yet Thorin tried to turn around but something heavy on his chest stopped him and a giggle. Your giggle. Sitting up quickly he glanced down at you. Smiling up at him you sit up yourself before grabbing his hands. Still not fully believing that you were indeed awake he placed his Hands on your cheeks before realizing that it is really you, he broke out into a wide smile and pulled your small Frame against him and placing his lips on yours, kissing you passionately.

Smiling against his lips you place your Hands on his chest while you return his kiss just as passionately. After kissing for some time he pulled away, but not without leaning his forehead against yours and whispering “ Told you, I would get you out of this monters grib” smiling you nodded before replying “ What happened to him?” “ he is dead, I killed him and now we can live in peace and I can oficially make you mine. I love you Amralime” he whispered before pulling you into another kiss, where you whisper against his lips “ I love you too, my love. Yes, now we can life in peace and be together” At your last word the door slammed open and the whole comapny stood in the doorway with happy smiles on their faces....

To be continued

[poetic-beats]

You'll be ok. If you feel your not, You can talk to me. Take care of yourself.

Thank you so much <3  I am just overwhelmed by everything right now.  Like my partner having no job by January. My mental health. My physical health like this year so far I’ve been told I have CNS dysfunction and FGID. I am being tested for Celiac. Oh and they found cysts on my ovaries then they tested and said it wasn’t what it could’ve been and now because of issues I’ve had my female GP who handles my contraception which is due up in January wants me to have another uhh thing to check the cysts and have another blood test because turns out I could actually have it..and it could affect my chances to have children naturally - I know what it was like for my mum she has the same condition and so if i have it I’m scared even though things are different now they know more and have better options its still like D: It is like seriously though I’ve got two new things wrong with me although they havent yet like found the cause of the CNS dysfunction all the specialist could say is I hit some markers for Fibromyalgia but not enough but in her medical professional opinion I do have some form of CNS dysfunction but just not likely fibromyalgia my mum took me to see this specialist first purely because she has Fibro herself so she thought well lets start with an appointment with a rheumatologist who would like be able to check for fibro and a few other condtions. So I kinda need to like now see I think the next step is a neuropsychologist but like I’ve been so stressed and ill right now trying to fight for my mental health treatment/therapy so I’ve not been like exactly thinking about making appointments for the CNS stuff. But it is impacting me it makes me get involuntary like twitches/jerks it feels like a jolt like a little electric jolt i guess down my body but not painful as such but it just makes my body go like suddenly my arms jerked to the left or Ive thrown the food in my hand across the room because my arm/wrist/hand w/e has suddenly twitched or w/e but sometimes i get the like electric like w/e feeling its hard to explain it like across my whole body from my head to my toes and at that point it can lead to me just sort of on and off twitching a bit more like less aggressively but more often in a space of time i usually end up sleeping it off so idk really I pretty much just always pass out asleep when I get that kind of feeling. And like I wanna do stuff to like help ease his worries about money and the burden on him to support us financially and support me emotionally. But I’m not fit to work like not even a minor part time job really because I’d be so unreliable with the way my body is. I am also affected by sensory issues and other things so it’s just not I couldnt realistically right now engage in work for someone.  So I am trying to do like online things but I don’t...I...just I am getting kinda overwhelmed by that too. Cos I dont know where to start what to do. Like I do but I dont you know? I mean...idk...Ive sold 3 pairs of sloth socks which was cool in the past like 2 weeks or is it 3 now since like i started like really seriously uploading to redbubble like before that I kept like uploading then removing my designs trying out different sites and so on I was trying to figure it out but I do now have it kinda figured out so that’s something. But now its like I’ve gotta get people to my freakin’ redbubble and its hard cos how an earth do i drive people to check out my store from the millions of others on the site. But also like I dont wanna like.. Idk I feel like and even though I have explained my situation on here I still kinda feel like I try to do it in a like not serious asking for help way in that i dont want it to come off as idk like I dont wanna be that person where its like i dont wanna be coming off as oh please help me feel sympathy towards me and feel sorry for me or pity me bs. I dont wanna be like appearing to be all I’m in desperate need pls help signal boost or buy to support me. Cos I’m not you know I have my parents to help we’ll be moving back in hopefully before xmas where I won’t have to pay rent. For me this is more about you know when my parents aren’t there I need to have an income for me and my partner hes disabled too...so full time jobs for the both of us is not likely especially if his EDS (edlher danlos syndrome) gets worse ya know?  So I suppose my worries arent like of imminent threat of anything but more like in the future we’ll be fucked if i cant set down the foundations now for the potential for a long term income from various online strategies. But just even thinking about the future and that far ahead fucking terrifies me.  Not only because of all this but because I never really thought about the future I didnt see one for myself as far as I was concerned I’d be dead or I’d be just...idk I couldnt even imagine a future or if I thought I’d make it I wouldnt really care you know because I didnt have like that light in me to want to live so it wasnt like I wanted to survive and thrive and i couldnt see a ‘happy ending’ for myself and now i can and I want to make that come true but of course its a bit hard to envisage a nice happy future with Kade when literally everything depends on having money to eat and have a roof over our heads etc and its just..UGH

I feel like trash too because I feel like my worth is valued by my output/labour and at the moment my output isn’t really bringing in cash right now so my output wouldnt exactly be deemed as ‘good’ idk its just weird its not like an I feel worthless thing like depression low self esteeem shit its more just a sort of social cultural consensus/belief that is ingrained that we are not really worth anything unless we’re contributing to society i.e working , paying taxes and buying things to reinvest in our economy etc etc..everything is about how much a human is worth in value of £ssss to big corporations and governments and rich people and idk its just like...they do have a point you know i cant just sit around and not do anything to contribute..because..then i feel like you know im not ‘sick enough’ to warrant that so im just in this limbo i guess completely self enforced by my mind which just makes it all the stupider but it is what it is. Venting this out has helped clear my mind some cos i mean at least its now out there in this void than just bouncing around my brain. Its why i write poetry too I guess idk why I just feel a release less tension SOMETIMES not all the time but sometimes it can help ease even if only slightly the chaos of my mind to just get it out there whether by chatting in person or writing it out like this just having it out there venting to someone or on a blog where people will read knowing like its not isolated within you still its relieving sometimes. So thanks for messaging me!  I hope you are having a good day so far! Idk timezones or where u r so it could be early there for you maybe your day is just starting..who knows! Its 2:37pm where I am right now though so I need to work  or try to...(yet again me feeling if i dont work constantly I be like failing at life) lol

[jokerfan99]

Wrath Behind The Crosshairs (RWBY/RVB) by Necroceph

*RVB Opening Theme*

0600 hours in the Michael J. Caboose's room

Caboose raises up from bed before stretching his entire body to start for another fantastic day in Blood Gulch.

Caboose: YAAAWWNN!!! Good morning galaxy, it's another wonderful day!

Caboose move his hand to pick his rifle up placed at the side of the bed as always. But when his hand make contacts with the weapon, he felt something strange with its shape. It felt blocky and somewhat bigger than it was before. He turned his head to the strange object he touched before his eyes widen by surprise. Next to his weapon is a large red rectangular like object that is twice as bigger than the sniper rifles everyone uses. He doesn't know where it came from but the first words he spoke after seeing for the first time was:

Caboose: Neat!

On the Blue Base's roof

Church: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?!?!

Church cried out loud in a mix of shock and anger upon witnessing the first thing in the morning he sees outside. The entire base's concrete walls are riddled with large holes created by what seems to be made by a high caliber bullet so strong that it was enough shatter a large piece of concrete from one of the walls made to protect them from snipers. Heck, the tank is in an even worse condition, with its entire armor pierced through and driver seat no longer considered seatable for the human ass anymore. The tank was already in a bad condtion, but this just made it worst!

Tucker: Whoa! It looks like a tornado just passed through here. What happened?

Tucker too is suprised to see the mess around him as he climbs up the stairs.

Church: What the fuck do you think?! It must be those Red ASSHOLES who did this while we were asleep!!! Tucker: Huh, no kidding. They sure did made one hell of a mess around here and holy shit, the tank! Church: Ugh! Command's not going to be happy if they see this. Tucker: Why so worried? As long as we don't report this, we'll be in the clear. Church: Really? May I remind you that we have one teammate in this base who always report to Command daily? Tucker: Oh, right. Schnee. Command's not the only one who'll be reeeaaaally pissed off. But hey, she won't be back in another two days thanks to Command needing her for something! Church: Yeah, I guess you're right. Sigh, but still we can't just leave the base like this. C'mon let's go wake up Caboose and get cement bags downstairs, a lot of it. Caboose: CHURCH, TUCKER! I GOT A CHRISTMAS PRESENT!!! Church: Or we'll just get cement and... wait, christmas present?"

Church and Tucker turned to the incoming Blue heavy ascending from the stairs. What they see next surprises them. Within the Blue dimwit's hands is a large flat red object twice the size of a rifle.

Church and Tucker: Whoa! Tucker: Caboose, what the hell are you holding?!?! Caboose: It's a christmas present from Santa! Tucker: Uhh, Church? Church: Don't... say... a word. Caboose, where the fuck did you get that thing? Caboose: Well, I woke up and the first thing I found was this awesome christmas present sitting next to my bed. Thank you, Santa! Tucker: Uh, Caboose. I hate to tell you this, but Christmas isn't coming in another seven months. Church: Okay, okay, enough talk about Christmas! What's more important is what the hell is that thing and where it came from! Tucker: Looks like a Swiss army knife, except five times the size. Caboose: How can you tell? Tucker: See those slits between the red plates, might be tools so it's gotta be a Swiss. Caboose: Wow! Now we can open ten canned food without opening them one by one anymore! Let me get the knife out. Church: No! Caboose, whatever it is that you're holding, could be dangerous for all we know! Tucker: Dangerous? Come on. Caboose looks fine holding it. See?

Caboose is trying to find a way to open a knife out of the object.

Caboose: Ugh! Why won't you open! Church: Well not for long! That thing could be a bomb planted by the Reds. Tucker: A bomb? Caboose: A bomb?!?! This?!

Caboose quickly places his ear on the object to hear anything inside. He hears nothing silence, no ticking around.

Caboose: It's alright everybody! There's no ticking. It's not a bomb. Church: Regardless, it's still dangerous. Caboose, drop it down. But slooowly. Caboose:... Church:... Caboose: Okay. Hmm?

Caboose see something on the side of the object. It looks like button for something.

Caboose: What does this button do?

He presses it.

Church: CABOOSE, NOOOO!!! Tucker: Get down!

Tucker quickly grabs Chruch and both of them fall flat onto the floor.

Tucker: Are we dead? It's too quiet. Caboose: WOW! Guys, check this out!

Both look up to see the object still in Caboose's hands, now in a much different form. From a flat block of metal, to a large rifle like weapon.

Church and Tucker: Wooooah. Tucker: Caboose, what the fuck did you do? Caboose: I just pressed the button and then the thing turned into a giant gun. It really is a Swiss army knife! Tucker: So... I was right? Church: 'Coincidentally right' would be the correct term. Damn, that's a big gun. Could be a sniper rifle. Tucker: How can you tell? Church: See the scope on the top of it, Einstein? Caboose: I like this new gun.

Caboose starts looking for a target to try out the rifle. There he spots of large rock on the field.

Caboose: I'm wanna try blowing up that rock over there! Church: Uh... sure, give it a try. Hey, Tucker let's go stand behind there just in case.

He draws the weapon, aims it steadily and slowly pulls the trigger. The rifle then emitted a large blast from its muzzle and the recoil was so powerful that it pushed Caboose down. Church and Tucker ran toward the lied down Caboose.

Tucker: You okay? Caboose: Ouchie. Tucker: Yep, he's fine. Church: Guys? You might wanna see this.

Church points at the rock Caboose shot at with the strange weapon. A large chunck of it got shot off, leaving the debris lying on the dirt.

Tucker: Holy shit, a sniper rifle did that with one shot?! Caboose: Neat. Church: Tucker, are you thinking what I'm thinking? Tucker: Ohoho, something to attract the babes with. Hopefully, I'll get Weiss this time. Church: I'm not talking about that! I'm thinking that this rifle could be the thing that caused this fucking mess.

On the Red Base's roof

Sarge: Gentlemen, I have a great dire news to share with you. Last night, we have lost something valuable, something that is part of our poor Markswoman's heart and soul. Crescent Rose. Ruby: WAAAHAAAAAA!!! Lopez: ¡Deja de llorar tan fuerte! ¡Vas a oxidar mi revestimiento! Donut: If you mean by 'stop crying', no! Let Rose express her lost. Don't you think guys?

Donut turned to Simmons and Grif who are standing next to him. Behind their helmets concealing their faces, are extremely worried expressions. Both looked at each other before responding back.

Grif: Oh yeah... uh... let her cry, Lopez! Simmons: That's right, it's natural reaction for humans to be balling so hard till their eyes shrivel. Robots... haha... right Grif? Hehehehe... heheh... *gulp* Sarge: Crescent Rose was kidnapped by the diabolical Blues hours ago. Their plan maybe is to use it against us and possibly, forgive me for saying this Rose, reverse engineer it! And if they do, they'll supply their army with not one, but a thousand Crescent Rose rip-offs!!! Simmons: That's what I've been think...! Grif: SHHH!!! Simmons: Sorry. Sarge: BUT! There is still time to save her. Our mission today, is to rescue Crescent Rose from our enemies' dirty hands and show them not to steal Red property! We will leave no weapon behind!!! Ruby: Let's get those Blue bullies! Grif and Simmons: Uh... yahoo... Donut: HUZZAAAAHH!!!

All eyes turned to Donut.

Donut: Give me a break, I always wanted to say that! Sarge: Gear up boys and girl. We got a war to do. Simmons, Grif, Donut, you'll take the Warthog. Lopez, prepare the rocket turret! Rose. Use this sniper rifle for the time being.

Sarge takes the rifle from his back to give it to Ruby.

Ruby: Huh, I thought I'd be using a plain old sniper rifle again. But for Crescent Rose, I got no other choice. I hope my baby forgives me.

Ruby makes a teary puppy face, worrying for whatever fate lies before her beloved weapon. Ruby grabs the rifle, but as she begins to take it out off Sarge's hand, she couldn't pull it out. She looks up to Sarge who's head is facing to a different direction.

Ruby: Uhm, Sarge. You can let go! Uuugh! Boy, your grasp is tight. Sarge: Hold on. Lopez, what are you doing!

Lopez is standing at the edge of the roof, facing towards the Blue menace's home turf.

Sarge: This is no time for sight seeing! Get down there and put that rocket turret on the Warthog! Lopez: Lo esta sosteniendo Sarge: What? Lopez: El idiota azul sostiene el rifle de Ruby. Sarge: Lopez, I order you to 'installe rocketo' not ' stande arounde and looki'! Ruby: Hold on, Sarge. I think Lopez is trying to tell us something. What is it, Lopez, do you see something? Lopez: Mis sistemas ópticos están diseñados para ver hasta diez kilómetros y desde aquí, y lo que estoy viendo en este momento es el idiota azul que sostiene tu rifle. Ruby:.... Okay I have no idea what he just said. Sarge: Hang on a sec. He said 'idiota'. The only person he called with that word is...

Sarge looks through the sniper's scope to see what Lopez is looking at. He lowers the rifle, with a surprise expression behind his visors.

Sarge: Rose, I think I found your weapon. Ruby: REALLY?! Gimme, gimme, gimme! Sarge: It'd be best if you see it once we get it back. Ruby: Oh please, let me see Crescent Rose!

Ruby snatches the rifle from Sarge. She raises the rifle and looks through the scope. From here, she could see the enemy standing around and talking, just talking. From the way the two Blues are moving, it looks like they're having an argument. She noticed the third of the Blue's holding something. The shape looks familiar and its colors was too opposite to be blue. It's Crescent Rose! A wide smile formed on her upon witnessing her weapon still in one piece. But that happiness did not last long when she notice two arms wrapped tightly around it. Zooming the scope in a bit revealed the Blue cuddling it like a toy, seeing such a thing made her heart collapse. First thing that screamed out of her head is:

THIEF

Ruby: Lopez... give me twenty magazines.

At the Warthog

As a singing Donut is preparing the armaments for the siege, Grif and Simmons discuss about their current 'problem'.

Grif: Phew, thank God that's over. Simmons: Not yet, we still need to get Ruby's rifle back. Grif: Which we put stole last night and put in the Blue base so that everyone think those pricks did it. Simmons: But what about the Blue's? What if they try to say that they didn't stole it? Grif: What about them? As long as we attack them, there's no way they'll have time to talk. Remember, Sarge isn't the negotiable type of guy. Simmons: But still we can't let everyone know. Grif: Pfft, how hard can it be? Donut: How hard can it what?

Grif jumped when he heard Donut behind with a box full of ammo.

Grif: Nothing. We're just... talking about how we'll attack the Blues. Donut: Ohh, I see. Well if you excuse me, I'll go get the flamethrowers. Simmons: Hard huh? Grif: Go fuck yourself.

Back on the Blue base

Caboose: I'm gonna call you. Sheila II!

As Caboose cuddles with his newfound friend, Church and Tucker began to discuss about the weapon.

Tucker: If what you're saying is true, then why did the Reds dump it here in the first place? Church: I don't know. Most of the Reds may not have more brain cells than us, but they aren't that stupid to give us this kind of firepower. Plus, I've never seen that kind of rifle before. Tucker: Me neither. Must be some kind of new weapon they made. Church: Or maybe a prototype they were ordered to test it, on our fucking base! Which may explain the fucking bullet holes everywhere! Tucker: That's sounds like a good theory. But why dump it here? Church: Hmm, I guessing testing the weapon isn't the only thing they were here for. And I doubt they're here for intel. Tucker: Maybe they stop by to get a snack.

BOOM

Church: Goddammit, Caboose stop shooting! Caboose: But I didn't do anything! YIKES!!!

And he really didn't. A small blast suddenly explode behind the Blue idiot, causing him to jump forward near his teammates. An incoming whistle caught the attention of the three.

Tucker: DUCK!

All manage to duck before the round hits any of them. The shot hits the concrete, making another hole which doesn't help Church at all.

Church: OH COME ON! We have enough holes over here! Caboose: Whatdowedo?Whatdowedo?Whatdowedo? Church: Quick, behind that wall!

The trio rushes towards a wall facing towards the Red base from afar. They hid behind it as more explosive shots came flying pass them.

Caboose: We're all going to die! Brace yourself Sheila II.

Back on the Red base

BANG BANG BANG!!!

Sarge and Lopez both witness Ruby shooting the rifle endlessly at the Blue base without even stopping aside from reloading a new mag.

Sarge: Rose, are you okay over there?

No response. Sarge is getting worried for his markswoman.

Sarge: Huh, I guess not. Lopez, see if she's okay. Lopez: Sí señor

Lopez walked slowly towards Ruby. As he reached beside her proned body, he moves closely towards her face before responding to her.

Lopez: Rose, ¿estás bien?

His response worked as she turned her face to him. But instead of seeing the innocent face that is Ruby's, is a demonic wrathful gritted teeth face with silver eyes burning bright with pure anger.

Lopez: Me parece que eres tu.

Lopez quickly moved back to Sarge.

Sarge: Well? Lopez: Ella es la hija de Mictlāntēcutli.. Sarge: Oh thank God, I was starting to get worried. Lopez: Realmente deberías estarlo.

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