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A Marvel HC from dakatmew and I

Natasha once asked Bucky (completely as a joke) to tell her a bedtime story. But Bucky is used to it - he used to tell all sorts of cool stories to Steve whenever he was sick, back before the serum. This leads to Natasha learning Bucky is surprisingly good at reading stories, even when the one she asked for was in Russian when Bucky doesn’t have quite as good of a grasp on that as the Asset did.

It eventually snowballs into a nightly thing, with Bucky reading Russian novels out loud until Thor gets involved. Then he brings a book of Asgardian tales and, with a quick lesson on Norse name pronunciation, they add those to the collection of books to read - Nat and Bucky on the sofa, Thor sprawled in an armchair. Soon it’s just a team thing; when Clint finds out, he demands for Guardians of Ga’Hoole to be read (”Because owls are totally badass, like me” - or so Clint says) and he’s laying on the floor with his feet in the air like a child, and he records Bucky reading it and lets his kids listen. After all, if his kids aren’t afraid of James Buchanan Barnes, why should anyone else?

Then Tony gets a hold of a video and, maybe by accident or maybe on purpose, puts it on Youtube. Bucky is almost instantly famous for the readings. Nobody remembers when the books stopped being Russian, but then he’s reading book in Italian, Romanian, Russian again - every language imaginable for everyone. He sees no reason why anyone should get left out.

Halloween rolls around. Natasha (mostly to screw with Clint) makes Bucky read a horror story. It’s enough to scare everyone into crowding together on the sofa that night, weapons within arm’s reach. Clint and Tony, the managers of Bucky’s rapidly expanding YouTube channel, begin showing him comments praising his work and asking for him to read stories. Everything gets put on a list to be read and soon, he’s learning to record his voice so he can do it whenever. He gets fans coming up to him in the streets and saying hello, flustering him, and then Natasha asks, “Have you ever thought of doing a livestream?”

He learns, and then every night during their reading session it’s anything they want/ Sometimes it’s horror, sometimes it’s Winnie the Pooh, sometimes Bucky is just making up stuff as he goes with whoever is awake, even if his only companion is the moon. During one of these, Clint catches the tail end of the livestream when Bucky’s fallen asleep, and quietly says, “Hey, this is Clint signing this fella off. Thanks to you all for making him such a big deal. It’s helped more than you know. Have a good night!”

Fans adore that Bucky lives with Clint. Bucky says that Clint lives with him. Clint merely smiles and says he stays over sometimes. He’s becoming more and more common in the creation videos, and once - when his kids were brought to visit the Tower - it’s literally five straight minutes of Clint trying to tell a story, Bucky laughing at his attempt, and Laura trying to throw in new ideas under the guise of being Natasha.

But sometimes, Bucky has bad days. And on one of those days, he remembers I have a livestream tonight and he just groans. “Fuck. No. Clint go apologize for me, they like you.”

Clint does so, and makes up a story with Steve. And after that, the fans ask a lot of questions, but the team just switches it around on the bad days; a favorite is Tony talking about an invention his father had made once. It’s discovered Bruce has a spellbinding effect on listeners, and they all gather up with hot cocoa, and blankets, and a fire, and they just read together for an hour in December while snow falls outside. Then each Avenger has a holiday - Steve reads for Independence Day, and Veteran’s Day, and Memorial Day. Tony covers the general finals weeks, or when college applications are due. Thor enjoys the more obscure holidays, and always adds tiny messages during NaNoWriMo: “THOR, GOD OF THUNDER, BELIEVES IN YOU!” Natasha adores Halloween and Thanksgiving, always listing off what she’s thankful for in multiple languages. People work together in the comments section to figure out the entire list, and Bucky gives the answer in the next video.

After a difficult mission, ending with most of the Avengers in the medical ward, Maria and Sharon take over once. After that, there’s no livestream the next week - it’s just liek the old times. It’s just the Avengers, plus a few new friends like Sharon and Maria, curled up on couches while Clint records on his phone and Bucky reads to them all. They fall asleep together, and Maria and Sharon sign them off, taking a quick photo: of Steve asleep on Bucky’s shoulder (”Just like during the war. I’ve seen photos,” Sharon whispers). Tony and Bruce and flopped side by side on the ground as Clint rests happily on the floor, head lolled against Natahsa’s knee as she dozes in an armchair. Thor is spread-eagle on the floor with Wanda and Vision tucked around him.

It’s truly an adorable sight.

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I like my cucumber friends. They fix my anxiety and make me, simply, an advanced cucumber.

The human body is over 70% water so really we are just advanced cucumbers with anxiety

#I like cucumbers now

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aries: the definition of a fuckboy but they actually have a soul. literally don’t give two shits about the haters and are some of the most loyal friends i’ve ever encountered. have very sudden growth periods. super dedicated to anything they put their mind to. ALSO OH MY GOD SO GOOD WITH THE TONGUE

taurus: very eccentric, don’t really know how to deal with emotions. get flustered easily but it’s kinda cute. dreamy demeanor. will ignore the hell out of u if u fuck them over. are lowkey terrified of everything but will probs never admit that as they have some weird element of ego tied into that.

gemini: really chill people when u get to know them but will scare the shit out of u for like six years if u don’t approach them. do not fucking piss them off as they will butcher yo ass with their tongue and hang u up for the rest of the world to see. probably has daddy issues. writers. really physically attractive and everybody is intimidated as fuck by it. dumb as hell in terms of love and will flirt with you incessantly. REALLY FUCKIN GOOD WITH THEIR HANDS LIKE DAMN.

cancer: big hearts. fuckin adorable little water signs that are likely drowning in a puddle of their own tears. do not know how to fucking flirt to save their lives. their laughs are kooky as hell and i love it. probably smoke weed. u either love ‘em or want to kill them or are in some poorly balanced inbetween.

leo: okay y’all needa settle down a bit. fragile fuckin egos if i’ve ever seen ‘em and react hardcore if u piss them off. pretty over the top with everything. but damn, are some of the most hopelessly romantic motherfuckers i’ve met. will treat you like a fucking god(dess) if u let them. not super good at social cues tbh. good friends to have if u need to be validated. need quality time.

virgo: y’all are lowkey hoes and give no fucks about it and it’s fucking great omfg. despite that, they maintain an endearing innocence and can be childish af when things don’t go their way but will love u until the end of time. great taste in music. super fucking smart but don’t show it off too often.

libra: jesus christ okay i love u guys. super understanding and will always try to see all sides of a situation. probably have been through a lot. aren’t afraid to call u on ur shit and are lowkey emotional shawtys that are still trying to find themselves. make really wonderful parents. get crazy excited over little shit and it’s fucking adorable.

scorpio: don’t fuck with these hoes unless u know urself first. will expose the parts of urself that u didn’t want to see. super gnarly in fights and will love u until the end of time. pretty standoffish and need time alone when emotionally unstable. keep themselves in amazing shape. are the loneliest fucks i know; be kind to them always. are probably in great shape (physically.)

sagittarius: craziest mofos out there. abandon all emotions before going into a situation and can be super impulsive. funny as fuck and always seem to be on another level. push themselves to the limit and usually forget to give themselves a break. ambitious and can get shit done when they need to.

capricorn: talk about a ride or die. y’all are loyal to the grave and are incredible friends. until u get fucked over. will probably make ur enemies’ life a living hell, sometimes over-the-top about it. can be v athletic. good writers/artists. really interested in spirituality and the ethereal realms. u guys know what to do in bed and flirt hard af. also so fucking funny oh my god.

aquarius: amazing friends. probably hate u. easily excitable. space cadets 4 life. rly good with animals and love food but probably restrict their eating habits in one way or another. a paradox in that they are fucking driven as hell to get shit done but give zero fucks at the same time. lowkey kinky af. want to kiss everyone.

pisces: emotional shawtys through and through. physically attractive as hell. not good at romantic relationships. won’t forget about u for a million years. keep their friends close but will push u the fuck away if they get scared. insecure and just want u to stick around.

#capricorn #the actual fuck #this is so true its scary #I LIKE MY SEAGOATNESS

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A Whole New World: Chp. 1

In the Artait region, where Pokemon from every region abound, journeys are known to be one of the most difficult in the Pokemon world - in part due to the gym leaders’ levels, and in part due to the strange variety of types in the gyms. Contests and battles are a constant in every city and town, and a new event - Air Racing - has become the dream of thousands of kids. But at the top of it all is one woman... and now, at the bottom, is a girl and her Pokemon.

Beep… Beep… Beep… Beep…

Lisa Camary opened the door to her daughter’s bedroom, the dark blue walls alight with sunshine, but her daughter’s queen bed was hidden in the shadows, her daughter’s mop of dark brown hair hidden beneath a duvet with a bubble pattern on it. Out in the back yard, she could hear the mornings sounds of Pidgey chirping as her own Vaporeon leapt around, sending soft bubbles up to work as a second alarm clock for the lump on the bed. The white curtains rustled in the breeze as a flock of the bird pokemon swept by. The girl curled up on the bed groaned in time with the Houndour laying on her bed. Both rolled over, the Houndour snuffling as its paws covered its eyes.

“Illa, it’s time to wake up. Remember what day it is? You’re going to be late!” Lisa shouted, bubbles drifting in the window slowly. Knowing the strength of the mysterious floating objects, she grabbed the Flygon-shaped letter opener on the wooden desk by the window. As it drifted over her daughter’s head, she stabbed it, sending freezing droplets raining down on the dozing form and waking her quickly.

“MOM!” Illa shouted, shaking her head and blowing water out of her mouth as she sat up. The Houndour rolled off the bed to escape the same fate as Illa stumbled out of bed. “What are you doing?”

“Waking you up, obviously,” Lisa answered, drying the letter opener on her shirt and replacing it on the desk. “Did you really forget what day it is? March 14?”

Her mess of brown hair billowing out like a halo, Illa leaped from her bed, startling her Houndour out the darkwood door. “AH! Is it really that day already? I thought that was next week!” She began frantically pulling clothes out of her closet - first a royal blue short-sleeve dress, quickly dismissed as too ‘winter-y’ by her mother. Then she pulled out a long skirt with green, white and black stripes, again quickly tossed out for being ‘terrible for walking’ by Illa. Then she pulled out a black, loose, partially-sheer shirt, and she grinned. “I’ve got it!”

Piling the discarded clothes in the corner of her closet, the purple-eyed girl began tearing her drawers open in a frenzy, digging for a few articles: Black shorts, a black top, a red sweater, and finally the boots her mother hated with a passion because they were knee-high. Too ‘risque’ for a 14-year old, she said. But running downstairs, with a set of silver bangles on one wrist and her dark hair shiny in a bun on her head, Lisa couldn’t deny her little girl was growing up. Behind her, the Houndour who had been by her side her entire life trotted down behind her, nose twitching at the scent of bacon in the kitchen and the crackling of grease. Out back, the Venasaur her mother had raised from an egg lumbered about, herding a small group of Bulbasaur, raised to be sent for new trainers to the Kanto region. Around her neck, a small stone she received at age 5 glittered, red and black swirling inside a pale orange stone.

“Don’t eat too fast,” her mother chided gently, throwing a piece of bacon to the Houndour. “You’ll get sick.”

“I’ll be fine, mom!” She said around a mouthful, then gulped down her last bite and snagged her messenger bag off the couch. Her faithful Pokemon lunged out the door behind her, and out the kitchen window, her mother watched as her little girl took off down the path towards her future.

She just hoped she’d make it alright.

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Ten minutes later, Illa was dragging her feet up the hill to Professor ’s lab. In the tall trees to her left, stretching into the forest along Route 701, She could hear Butterfree quietly chittering and the low buzz of Beedrill. A Pidgeot soared slowly overhead, a rider on its back, and Illa thought about one of the biggest events in the Artait region: Air Races. In the Dash - on short tracks, normally straight ahead or with only a few turns - Pidgeot and Braviary were favored; in the races requiring more skill, a wider variety could be found, from Dragon-Type Pokemon like Dragonite and Salamence to normal Flying-type pokemon like Altaria and Staraptor. The most famous racer went by a codename, though: Resonance. His Noivern reigned as Champion in almost every event, only defeated in Dash by the Champion herself, a young woman named Eliza, and her Talonflame. But every competition, he got closer.

Returning her thoughts to her aching feet and the short distance she had left, she clapped her hands and pushed on, watching for the numerous other Pokemon. In a pasture to her right, a few Heracross battled, horns ringing against each other like steel swords in story books. Over her head, a few Spritzee drifted from the forest across, whistling softly as they landed on the fence. A herd of Tauros and Miltank grazed peacefully. As she got closer, she could hear sounds from the lab itself: the roar of the Professor’s Charizard, the neighs and whinnies of Rapidash and Ponyta out back as a short-distance message service, and - her favorite - the rumbling footsteps of a Metagross.

Illa ran the last few steps before knocking loudly on the large door, calling out to the open window, “Hey, Prof! It’s Illa!”

A ragged assistant answered the door, smiling at her with a Castform floating by his head. “Hello there. You must be a new trainer! Come on in. There’s actually another young lad here, a bit younger than you…”

She followed the man deeper inside, looking at all the Pokemon around her. Artait was one of the most diverse regions in the world; Professor Walnut often hosted other scientists, as it was simple to compare Pokemon from region to region. They stopped in an atrium with tall, leafy trees growing in it, small Pokemon skittering in the branches quietly. To the right, a small kitchen was preparing food for the lunch rush; a few researchers were already seated, munching on something while they looked over documents or did calculations. Down near the doors into the fields, a woman sat across from a figure with dark hair. As they approached, the person turned, and Illa blinked when golden eyes met hers.

“Ah, Illa!” She said, jumping to her feet. Her white lab coat fluttered around her brown shorts, settling neatly over her green shirt as she nodded. Her brown hair was tied back, leaving spiky bangs hanging over her right eye, and her olive green eyes sparkled with excitement. “Good to see you again. I don’t believe you’ve met Garrett?”

The black-haired boy stood, and Illa looked up. His hair hung shaggily over his ears, and his nose twitched as he frowned. “You’re old,” he said, straightening his black jacket.

“So?” Illa said, frowning. “I’ve been learning breeding theory.”

Professor Walnut smiled, gesturing toward the brunette. “Illa’s mom actually breeds some of the starter Pokemon for other regions. The Champion actually has a Venasaur bred by her mother!”

Garrett turned toward her. “Seriously? Eliza does?”

Illa nodded. “She’s from Pallet Town, in the Kanto region. Supposedly, she’s-”

“Not supposedly!” He snapped, turning to her. “I once saw a documentary on the Elite Four and the Champ. She showed all the badges, from each region! First Kanto, then Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos - she even beat the Battle Frontier, and conquered Mount Silver!”

Illa raised an eyebrow. “She’s done all that, and she’s only twenty?” She asked, skeptical as to the whole idea. “I doubt anyone can be that good.”

“She is! Just you wait!” He shouted, swiping an arm across his body. “Eliza’s the most powerful trainer there is. Supposedly, she even battled Blue, the ex-Kanto champion, and beat him! She has to be strong!” His eyes suddenly lit up, and he curled his hand into a fist. “And I’ll be the first to beat her since she became Champion!”

“Slow down there, kiddo,” the professor said. “C’mon. We need to get you a Pokemon before you go vowing to beat the Champ.” She whistled, and a Spearow fluttered onto her shoulder. “What are you thinking?”

Illa smiled, looking down at her Houndour, settled by her feet. “I’ve got Houndour, so I’m set!”

Garrett, looked at the Spearow, then looked up. “What about that one?” He asked, pointing at the ceiling.

The ceiling of the atrium had stained glass set into it; a twisted form was depicted, but Illa could tell what it was, along with the red and blue shape below it.

“Are you crazy?” She scoffed. “Rayquaza, Groudon, and Kyogre are legendary Pokemon from Hoenn legends. You don’t just use them as a starter Pokemon. They’d probably vaporize you.”

“So what? I’ll bet I could control them!” He said, his fists shaking. “I’ll… I’ll even bet I could catch one.”

Illa frowned as the professor spoke up. “Garrett, get that notion out of your head now. The chances of seeing legendary Pokemon is low enough as is, but actually defeating one, much less catching it, has never been done before. According to science, it’s just not possible.”

As he took a deep breath, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, Illa got the feeling she was lucky to already have a starter Pokemon.

“Axew.”

Professor Walnut raised an eyebrow. “Are you absolutely sure?” She asked, pulling out a whistle. “Once you decide, it cannot be changed.”

“I’m sure!” He said, nodding. “Axew. That’s my final choice.”

Placing the whistle in her mouth, the professor blew four short sequences of notes, and as they listened, the note was repeated by numerous Pokemon; soon, a small green shape was scurrying along the floor, followed by another haggard-looking young researcher. Illa almost smiled, then she saw what followed.

“H-how many... are there?” She asked.

“Probably about 15 of them,” the brunette woman answered, shrugging, as a Luxray climbed out from under her table. “We’re in the middle of a study on Dragon-Type Pokemon, so we have a lot of young Dragon-types. Also got a group of Dratini in the pool now.”

Garrett’s eyes, however, were darting around the herd of Axew, looking over each of them, before he suddenly stepped forward into the mass. At his feet was a single Axew, smaller than the rest, with big eyes a shade darker than the others. He crouched down as it sniffed him. “This little guy… He’s different.”

Placing a hand on the Pokemon’s head, he nodded. “This guy.”

“Then by all means, please. Rachel, do you have a ball?” She asked, nodding at the assistant. The dark-haired girl produced a Pokeball from a pocket in her lab coat. Garrett took the ball, swallowing, and pointed it at the Axew. “Won’t you come with me?”

The Axew looked at him, then leaped up, headbutting the ball and disappearing in a red flash of light. The other Axew were herded away by a couple of researchers and the Luxray, though it quickly returned to Professor Walnut’s side. Garrett released the Axew from its Pokeball again, and it climbed up to sit on his shoulder, tiny claws clinging to his jacket.

“Just a few more things,” she said, gesturing to two boxes on the table. “Each box contains six Pokeballs, a badge case, a Trainer ID, and a Pokedex. The Pokedex AI has been named Lillian, and you can’t get much better than her, if you ask me. Besides that… Feel free to call, if you have problems,” she finished, nodding. “Come home and visit, and be strong. Don’t be afraid to push yourself, but don’t go too far. And remember: there’s a time and place for everything!”

They each placed the contents of a box in their bags. Garrett slung his over his shoulder, his new partner settling on his left shoulder, and nodded curtly before turning towards the door.

“Hey, Garrett!”

The dark-haired boy turned, and watched as she caught up. “What?”

“What’s your biggest dream?” Illa asked, smiling.

He shrugged. “Probably… To be a champion Air Racer.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Then why start with Axew? Why not a good Flying-Type?”

“Because,” he said, taking a breath, “You face your weaknesses first.Then you build your strength.”

Illa was about to ask another question, but already, the dark-haired boy had taken off, running down the hill with control she envied. By her side, Houndour sneezed, and she giggled before nodding determinedly.

“Here we go, Houndour!” She shouted, grinning madly as she, too, took off down the hill.

The fact was, they were probably going to be rivals; few people started journeys in the Artait region because it was hard, so they were few and far between. The gyms were odd types - She needed to beat an Electric-Type user first, and she had no idea where to start. But whatever happened, she was ready.

She would chase her dream, and she would catch it.

{~*~}

Out on Route 701, Houndour trotted by Illa’s side as she jogged down the trail. Ahead, tall grass weaved across the trail, and she could see small shapes moving: the stiff fur of Zigzagoon, the chitters of Rattata, even the flutters of some grounded Flying-Type Pokemon. Off to her right, in the trees, a herd of Deerling grazed quietly, but ran off as she approached; above her head, a Pidgeotto took off, soaring out of sight.

Illa smiled as, ahead of her, a Zigzagoon shook dirt out of its fur, humming softly. Houndour bounded ahead of her and she shouted, “Houndour, use Ember!”

A burst of fiery pellets erupted from its mouth, but the Zigzagoon dodged quickly, running in an unpredictable pattern before them. Paws dancing, Houndour growled, and Illa shouted, “Houndour, use Bite!”

The Zigzagoon dodged his first attempt, then cried out as Houndour caught its tail. Whipping its head, the Fire-Type the smaller Pokemon into the air, and Illa pulled out a Pokeball when it didn't get up immediately.

“Go, Pokeball!”

The Zigzagoon disappeared in a red flag of light; watching tensely, Houndour growled softly until the ball settled with a small ringing sound. Illa picked up the ball and yelled joyfully, “Yes! First Pokemon caught!”

By the time she reached Apush City, she also had a Taillow, a Pidgey, and a Rattata; after talking to Nurse Joy at the Pokemon Center, she held the balls in her hand and grinned, looking down at her wiggling Houndour. The Pokemon’s butt was shaking with the force of his wagging tail.

“Just think, Houndour,” she whispered. “These could be who we face the Elite Four with!”

Then, from a back room, Garrett emerged. She turned and blinked at the sight of his dishevelled hair and half-open eyes, and his coat flung over his arm. He seemed as shocked to see her, when he finally noticed her. The boy’s Axew bounded past him, and immediately Houndour growled, leaping at the smaller Pokemon, who promptly scurried up Garrett’s shoulder. Nurse Joy, following him out with a Chansey, grinned. “Oh, are you two rivals? You should battle!”

Simultaneously, they spoke.

“Aw, heck no.”

#Pokemon #New region #fanfiction #kind of #Houndour #Axew #New professor named after a tree #Enjoy

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Aj aesthetic

#OCs #3/4s #PJO #percy jackson #aesthetic #AJ

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Lero aesthetic

#OCs #3/4s #percy jackson #PJO #aesthetic #Lero

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Ask Away~! I’ll answer!

Reblog If You Are A Writer Of Any Kind And Want To Be Asked These Questions

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Persona 3: Bound

Maybe he wouldn’t wind up bound to the earth.

Really, the most dangerous side effect of the drug - death - didn't phase him. Because either his own Persona would kill him first, Akihiko would find out and kill him, or he'd jump in the harbor before something else happens, just like that night one year ago.

Already, certain effects were taking hold; he'd taken to wearing his coat and beanie everywhere, because he'd woken up in the middle of the night freezing cold in 23-degrees-Celcius heat. Three blankets helped then, but no one would go walking around in public with three blankets wrapped around them!

Now, seated on a well-worn park bench, Aragaki Shinjiro shivered in the light ocean breeze as his watch ticked ever closer to midnight. The smallest things seemed impossible. He used to have a job - he lost that because he didn't show up for work, but he didn't show up for work because he stocked the damn freezer section. Anyone could do without stocking the damn freezer section. But still, Akihiko had tracked him down and asked about it.

"Working at a supermarket sucks," he answered. "Nobody wants to stock the damn freezer section." Much less the guy who can't regulate his own body temperature and keep from freezing to death in the middle of summer. Every once in a while, though, a day would come along - 34 degrees, that's when it was warm enough to leave the peacoat behind and enjoy the day in his long-sleeve black shirt. It still gave him goosebumps when a breeze hit, but the breeze felt good; it was a small part of life he hadn't experienced for weeks. Some days, he even dared to leave his trademark beanie at home. Those were the best days.

And it was one of those days, as it cooled off, that a wind swept past him, blowing his hair into his eyes, and he saw her.

The girl who had told him about the drug in the first place, and essentially set him on this path despite the final consequence.

She was standing on the beach, staring at the horizon as it lit up crimson. Her bare feet felt the tide as it washed in. A loose white dress, fitted until just under her bust, billowed in the wind. He stepped onto the boardwalk.

"Hey!" Shinjiro yelled. "You."

What was her name? She'd never told him. The main words were about how she knew his Persona was out of control and she knew how to stop it. Then the side effects. Their final exchange had been the name of the local providers. That was the first time he ever heard the name Strega.

She didn't turn, and he didn't particularly want to ruin his shoes with sand, so he settled for standing there watching. Another wind whipped his hair around, temporarily blinding him, and when he looked back to her -

She was gone.

Meaning, she was dead.

"You didn't hear?" She said, smirking.

"Hear what?" He shot back, frustrated. She seemed to enjoy rubbing in his face how much she knew; when he had informed her he knew about the fatal drug, she had stopped him.

"It's said that those who die from the drug are forever bound to earth, finally able to control their Personas. But that's what they do - they are forever controlling their Personas. They can't rest in peace unless someone kills their Persona, which is unheard of."

So, maybe that story was true. Either way, that was definitely her. And, behind her, the powerful, confident-standing Persona she showed the world, complete with a long staff.

Hm…

Maybe he would meet the kid before then.

Maybe the kid would have a vendetta to fulfill.

Maybe he wouldn’t wind up bound to the earth.

#persona 3 #shinjiro aragaki #Shinji #that drug that kills him #fanfiction #story

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Happy Birthday to Me

I thought everyone had forgotten, but Fiddlesticks remembered.

Happy Birthday to me…

The truth was, with her birthday so close to Snowdown, it wasn't surprising that everyone forgot. She just started treating it like any other day when she was still in her early teens; even when she was young, and she brought treats to her school in Demacia, the children talked about Snowdown.

Snowdown this, Snowdown that… What's so great about it?

When she first started working at the Institute, her new co-workers were surprised. She didn't celebrate Snowdown - such a rare thing! Only a handful in Valoran didn't celebrate, and a large portion of that number were from the Shadow Isles. But it was Taric, of all people, who saw her in a market street buying something. A small ring on her left middle finger - Not something that seemed out of place.

I save up the entire year to buy myself something - Just something nice.

And when the day finally rolled around, even though it had been on the announcements board for a week, no one said anything to her about her birthday. Not a single well wish, nor about how close to Snowdown it was - it even felt like fewer people acknowledged her.

Then she passed by Fiddlesticks’ room.

Despite the League being disbanded, Fiddlesticks was kept in his room, immovable and silent. There was a small letter sitting in front of the open door; her first reflex was, Why is his door open? But then she looked at the envelope. Her name was on it in, in sharp and crude writing. She slowly sat down in front of the gaping hole with its emerald eyes.

“For me?” She asked, and the eyes bobbed once - Yes.

I don’t know why I even bother. It’s not really important anyway - I can count my years with the passing of the New Year, anyway.

The handwriting was literal chickenscratch - a bunch of sharp lines, tacked together into letters, placed tightly into spaced-out words. A much nicer, flowing cursive one was behind it with a small explanation at the top.

~From: Taric

~To: Summoner Mallia

In case Fiddlestick’s letter is indecipherable, I have included a transcript of the letter in the envelope. However, I ask you read, or attempt to, before reading this. You may hurt his feelings otherwise. I likely would not have remembered without Fiddlesticks’s constant prodding.

Happy Birthday.

Two champions were showing more compassion for her than her family or friends or co-workers ever have. One who isn’t from her world, and one who isn’t human, or beast - just an it.

Even as she read the short letter, she felt tears well up as she read the simple words.

YOU ARE FAVORITE SUMMONER

THANK YOU MUCH

FOR BEING TALENTED SUMMONER

If he didn’t murder everyone who walked into his room, she likely would have gotten up, walked into the darkness, and hugged the scarecrow. But there was another whom she could thank, because she had a feeling Fiddlesticks hadn’t been writing very long.

Fiddlesticks… Taric...

Thank you for my gifts.

Your well-wishes have been received.

#League of Legends #LoL #Fiddlesticks #Taric #Happy Birthday #People forget #Snowdown #relatable #fanfiction

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

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