#well enjoy

[will80sbyers]

STRANGER THINGS 2 | Mike's monologue for Will

[favouritefi]

somebody’s fantasy, not sure whose, probably mine

[grim-ghosty]

I got...distracted....

[darktober]

ill be there for you

[kaushibael]

the trap i set for you seems to have caught my leg instead!

[mynameistocool]

•AT YOUR AID•

Part 2

•••

“Have you got the bandages ?” Bessie, a red-headed nurse, asked from across the room.

“This shipment never came” you replied, trying to scrub the dried blood off the floor.

“Great.” the red head picked up the empty boxes, making her way across the room to wincing patients.

You looked down at the floor. It covered in water and littered with bubbles. You scrubbed harder and harder just as you had been doing for the past ten minutes, but the blood didn’t seem to go no matter how hard you scrubbed, maybe it had just stained the floor. 

You lifted back to your knees, peering around at the stone floor, taking in a deep breath before standing up, grabbing the wooden bucket that rested beside you.

“Nurse” a whisper was heard.

“Yes” you turned round to the young brunette who rested on the floor a few meters away, his head bandaged, and his arm laid limp beside him.

He tried to grab his bottle on the side of his waist but failed, his hand only hitting it. You rushed over quickly, grabbing the bottle for him.

“Th-thank you” He coughed, trying to show you a small smile. 

You just nodded to the man, going on your way to the close's water pump

The sky was dark, and no stars littered the sky tonight outside was cold, and the breeze nipped at your skin as you hurried to the water pump, a wooden bucket in one hand and a soldier's bottle in the other.

Your eyes made the way round the square seeing soldier scattered around all talking, sleeping, or drinking.

Much to your dismay, your eyes searched round the square for a tall, blonde – headed soldier. You haven’t seen him since your offer a few days ago, and you wonder whether you imposed yourself too much or he simply just didn’t want to write a letter back.

But it was just you who couldn’t see him.

From where he sat on the edge of the camp, he could see you walk to the water pump, your eyes searching around the camp as though you were searching for someone.

He watched as you pulled and pushed at the water pump, draining it of water, and how your body struggled to carry the filled bucket as you walked back inside.

Kat was glad about your offer, finally having a way to write back to his daughter he was happy that he would be able to finally speak back instead of just listen.

But he was hesitant in approaching a random woman he’d just met and asking her to write the in’s and out’s of his life.

Then again, he may not be the only one you write for they may be many other soldiers you give this offer to maybe he was nothing special, maybe he was again just a soldier.

You entered the hall and placed down the heavy bucket which caused strain on your arms before quickly walking over to the soldier who begged so dearly for water.

You kneeled down, tapping the man awake, his eyes fluttered open and to the sight of you.

“Sir your water.” You lifted his head up slightly with your hand, being careful not to cause any harm, before lightly tipping the bottle into his mouth. A few beads dribble down his face.

“I’m sorry” you apologised wiping the water from his cheeks.

“Thank you.” He smiled, a glossy look in his eyes.

“Your welcome” you placed the bottle back in his uniform.

“What is your name ?” He breathed out.

“Y/n” You whispered back.

“That’s… that’s a pretty name.” He smiled, looking up at the sky.

“Thank you.” You stared at the man seeing the dry blood that surrounded his ears and neck.

“Nurses.” The familiar shout from the doctor made you quickly hurry away from the injured man. As you ran round the hallway, you saw the sight of a soldier being restrained by 3 other nurses. You quickly ran over, joining them in restraining him to the table.

“Grab his shoulders' dammit.” The doctor demanded, taking a blunt saw to the soldier's leg.

The screams of the soldier made you hurt more than his clawing at your hands and arms.

“Two more cuts” the doctor shouted, but as his words finished the ongoing wrestle of the soldier gave out, his shoulders fell limp.

“He’s unconscious.” A nurse shouted, slapping the soldier's face trying to wake him.

“Check the pulse” the doctor barked at a cowering nurse.

You held your fingers against the boy's neck, feeling the tiny beats of his neck slow and then stop.

“He’s gone.” You announced, not even bothering to look at the rest.

“Take his tag and move him along.” The doctor ordered to the soldier standing by the door, who picked up the boy's limp body, leaving to throw him in the ditch with the others.

“Go… Go tend to the others” The man in the long white coat shouted at the four of you.

You quickly left the blooded room and headed straight down the hall to where other soldiers laid injured. You took a once around at all the bodies laid, sure to be dead by the morning and without thinking, your legs began to move you in the other direction.

You headed outside without a word, your legs now picking up speed, making you run.

The cold, bitter air did nothing to stop you this time.

You kept running till your legs gave in, and your fists hit the ground, a silent scream and sob left your mouth. Screams and sobs which were too pained to let others hear.

You searched around, blinded, before standing up and kicking at the tree that rested beside you. Pieces of barks flew off and onto the dying grass.

Just as you went to hit again, a pair of hands grabbed your shoulders and without thinking you turned to hit that too.

You threw your fists forward, the blows falling weak of whatever stood in front of you, and your tired fist slowly failed you and so did your body when you saw who it was.

Your knees fell weak and buckled under you, your head cowered down, the hands which just held your shoulder now held up your body. His chest pressed against your face, pulling you up to meet his face.

 Kat stood in front of you, his eyes glaring down at your tear stained face.

You weren’t able to read whether his face wore a disapproved or sad look by the pathetic sight of you.

The two of you stood still, your hands rested again his chest, both in balls while he’s held you up, his expression stern.

“I’m-I’m sorry” you sputtered out, apologising to the stranger in front of you.

He stared at back you but not a word left his mouth. His hands slowly left your arms, hovering beside them, feeling as though you were going to collapse as soon as he let go.

When his hands left your arms, your fists slowly fell from his chest, almost dragging down his body.

“You shouldn’t alone be this far out” He spoke, turning  round, walking back to the dimly lit camp.

You just nodded and willing followed the man, staying a couple of steps behind him, the only thing you could see was his wide muscular back.

You both reached the camp in silence, making it into the square, where more lights had somehow managed to go out.

Kat stared at your dishevelled state, his eyes wandering around your wet face and cowering body. He wanted to ask what had got you in such hysterics, but he was never good at dealing with emotions. He couldn’t even deal with his own, so how would he be able to deal with others.

“Go back to work.” Kat spoke softly, but his words sounded more like an order.

“I don’t think I want to,” you admitted, still sniffling.

“We have to.” His arm reached up to grasp your face and wipe away the falling tear but stopped, brining it back to his side.

He took a last look at you before walking away, his back once again being the only thing you saw.

You wiped your face down with your hands before heading back into the hall.

•••

@iriashouse @goslingdriver @hauntedbogwitch @flowers-and-fichte @octoberwhore @catdogbirdfishhamster @fallenberry @flagrantflower @shmaddie18 @riflerhymeswithtrifle

[mousegirl-cheerleader]

Hey look my ass is startin to get cuter too! Yay hrt!

[kornstreifs-storys]

Tales of Origin

Part 3: Anima

When Azazel and Gaia created the Origin, they brought live into their Universe. And as always with these things, live has to come to an end one day. So Gaia dedicated the Ethereal, as a place were the dead could go to reenter the Soul cycle and prepare for their next incarnation. But the cycle was not complete, with Gaia and Azazel as Incarnates of begining and existence, there was still one Old One missing. There was no Incarnate of endings.

Gaia knew that this was a problem, Gods are supposed to be physical representations of their Domains and stabilize the naturally chaotic nature of the Universe, but the Old Ones hold even greater power. They each are Incarnates of one part of the circle of Existence and without even one of them, the very Cycle of Reality becomes undone, new things struggle to begin, existence becomes uncertain or things can't come to a proper end.

And so Gaia went into the Distortion, the last of the Planes of existence, created by Giratina to shield the Universe from itself and to contain the powerful Cucible. She asked Giratina for help, since he had been a god connected with death and endings it the previous Universe. But since Gaias power had waned from creating the Origin, they couldn't just create a new God like they had before, they would need to let it grow like a mortal.

So they choose to replicate the method of how Pokemon reproduce and combined their Infinity Energy to form an Egg, which should hatch the last Old One. The process worked and an egg was created unlike any other that had ever been or would ever be. And Gaia took the egg back with her to the Material, to incubate it and the Universe waited patiently for it's last great Old One, the Incarnate of Ending.

But a Problem unforeseen by Gaia soon manifested. The egg, having come from two beings not originally from this Universe, was rejected by creation and thus unable to hatch. On top of that the Being forming inside was a Hybrid of Gaia and Giratina, which were not supposed to exist in this World, as Gaia had seen the impact of such beings in her old Universe.

And so the last Old One, Anima as Gaia had wanted to name her, could not hatch from it's egg and while her soul having formed already meant that the cycle was at least partailly closed, without her hatching the path for souls to the afterlife was still obstructed. Gaia not wanting to go against her own Domain of creation, didn't try to force the egg to hatch, but she also feared starting over, as destroying an Old one could have unforeseen consequences.

Gaia had only two choices, start over and face the consequences or wait and look for an alternative way, she chose the later. So Anima could not hatch and close the cycle of live and over the 3.5 Billion years, she waited the cycle corrupted. With the path to the afterlife obstructed, many souls got stuck and lingered in the material, where they interacted with thier surroundings, which spooked the still living and pulled the Ethereal closer to the Material. As a result Spirit Vortexes started to appear in the Material.

In an attempt to stabilize the cycle Eternatus, Incarnate of Balance, took hold of the Nexus of Ending and created a new Pokémon type, the Ghost-type, in order to bind the lost Souls back to the Material and stop the Ethereal from moving towards the Material. These Ghost-types, had usually died but came back as new Pokemon, thus skiping the Nexus of ending and completing the cycle. Animas soul also used this incident to reach out to a living being and create the first Reaper. But this could only be a temorary fix, the Universe needed it's last Old One.

Then as things seemed dire, finally Gaia found a way to solve this Problem without starting over. But for that she would need to rely on the power of an other being, though that is a story for another time.

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (here) Index (Tales of Origin)

Finally, the last Part of the Creation, I swear I wanted to post this way erlier, but life got in the way.

Anyway with this, Tales of Origin: Creation is done, the next Tales of Origin will focus on a new Originstory. Hope you enjoy them.

[worldofgoo]

How do I stop being a Hater like you it’s bad for my mental health

good question... hm... idk why it happened exactly so the easiest answer would be to just be me but that is not very useful to other people

probably a really big factor is just removing myself from things that make me angry. in my case thats mostly discourse since that was the main thing that pissed me off (and kind of made me doubtful about human nature in general tbh), but that did include also just not being around things that irritated me or didnt interest me either. its probably why i dont follow or follow back many people now, even though im sure most of them are very normal and nice, just kinda curating my surroundings ig

if irl is also exacerbating Hater Tendencies, or its things online that you can't necessarily avoid, I feel like the other side is to just try to understand the thing or people you're being a Hater about, and why some people like it or think the way they do even if its baffling to you. since there's some things you just can't change, or aren't worth the energy to change

[noodles-and-tea]

Our hextech dream….

[cinnabarts]

inprnt is having a 35% discount, perfect timing for me to put this up as a print!

suneater

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[grey-viridian]

I've got your back!

Always.

(Rottmnt Possessed AU)

[batsyheere]

I sometimes just imagine the first time Phantom is introduced to the league as like, a fellow big league hero. As someone who works with Justice League Dark and took down the Ecto Acts with his own team and allies to be included under the meta acts like aliens. He knows Constantine and Zatanna and is a pretty common name in the magical community now even if usually as his human form "just Danny".

And suddenly he is surrounded by these "big time heroes" and aliens and champions and most would assume he'd be overwhelmed or in awe. Maybe nervous, or weirdly fixated on being in space.

But here's the kicker- Danny is dead. Technically part of the category ecto-entity, ghost, and thus belonging to the Infinite Realms. He has met a vast variety of characters who are far more chaotic and legendary than these people who have so much interpersonal drama it looks like one of the soap operas Tucker refuses to admit he watches. Wonder Woman? Danny has lunch with Pandora and visits the Greek sections of the realms when he needs to research old prophecies. Superman? Kryptonite is like rock candy and the dead of Krypton are either very sweet or very condescending and Danny has seen both in the Boy Scout. The less said about the Green Lanterns the better. The Flash family are entertaining but also headache inducing because Danny has heard the complaints about the timeline. Half a dozen other heroes and vigilantes have their own dramas that Danny could pick apart at the source for the many issues that started said drama, and that's not even beginning on the issues with Batman and the weird galley of children he has who are sometimes even worse than the dark knight himself.

Meanwhile the League find themselves growing more concerned and horrified the more Phantom manages to reference his adventures and rather stressful start as a vigilante. Constantine hasn't been more entertained in years.

[melimelotus]