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cerealforkart · 10 months

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Dungeons and Daddies the Manga Lesson 35: Apollo Four Teens

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Moving On (Page 137)

[Link]: Scary, this isn’t a real marriage okay? (It’s important to me that you understand that)

[Terri]: What…?

[Effect]: POOF!

[Link, internal]: The fight was just a fight… Chris will forgive me… This new marriage is real.

[Text box]: Time Rem: 36 Hrs

[Effect]: zzz…

[Effect]: POOF!

The Crush of a Woman (Page 138)

[Hero]: I can help you for a price. I need you to get me a date with Taylor.

[Normal]: Oh! Okay!

[Hero]: I want him.

[Normal]: Taylor, can I see you in the hallway? This vending machine has pocky in it!

[Taylor]: Strawberry?! Strawberry!?!! Green tea??!?!

[Terri]: Since we’re married, we shouldn’t have secrets anyone!

[Normal]: Hero! I’m back! (Sorry I took 12 hours)

[Hero]: I changed my mind. I’m into Link now.

[Normal]: What?

[Text box]: Time rem: 24 hrs.

Team Stunt Teens (Page 139)

[Effect]: Roll

Roll

[Terri]: Did I hear, “Get sponsored by Red Bull?”

[Normal]: Taylor! You were saying something about the Red Bull guy?

[Taylor]: Ah. Felix.

[Normal]: So that's what you can expect from all three…All four of us!

[Effect]: Poof!

Hero’s Journey (Page 140)

[Normal]: So I found out about the whole “Chosen One” thing…

[Hero]: Yeah, the first child of the ones who summoned The Doodler is supposed to bring balance back. But I just don’t…wanna…

[Hero]: Our parents are really unhappy, they’ve been training me since I was a kind, and I don’t like it!

[Hero]: I know you think you’re a worthless piece of shit, but youuuuuuu… You’re fine!

And you found something I didn’t with your weird horrible support system.

[Normal]: You aren’t just saying that like when we were kids and didn’t want to wash the dishes, and you would say: “Normal, you’re so good at doing the dishes, you should so what you’re good at…!”

[Hero]: Things can be multiple things.

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#dndads #dungeons and daddies #lincoln li wilson #scary Marlowe #normal oak #taylor swift dndads #nick close #nicholas foster #hero oak #doodly #yonkoma #always such a treat to get to draw Hero!#the Taylor on page 139 is the best Taylor I've ever drawn #you know the one #little creature

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pinkbloggerprincess · 1 day

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HOURLY BENEFITS OF FASTING

4-8 hrs

Blood sugars fall

All food has left the stomach

Insulin is no longer produced

12 hrs

Food consumed has been burned

Digestive system goes to sleep

Body begins healing process

HGH begins to increase

Glucagon is released to balance blood sugars

14 hrs

Body has converted to using stored fat as energy

HGH starts to increase dramatically

16 hrs

Body is ramping up fat burning

18 hrs

HGH starts to skyrocket

24 hrs

Autophagy begins

Drains all glycogen stores

Ketones are released into the blood stream

36 hrs

Autophagy increases by 300%

48 hrs

Autophagy increases 30% more

Immune system reset, and regeneration starts

Increased reduction in inflammatory response

72 hrs

Autophagy maxes out

#mealsp0 #@ed #a4a motivation #mealspø #@na buddy #i wanna be tiny #@na vent #@n@ tips #meanspø #tw a4a #intermittent fasti #don t eat

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xxgremlinleexx · 3 months

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More info on our situation.

This will be posted to the GoFundMe as well.

I feel that it is incredibly important to express just how last resort this is. It has come to my understanding that if people are to come across this, they are likely to believe I haven't exhausted all of my options.

This, unfortunately, isn't the case.

Mississippi has never been safe for us as black, queer people. And having neighbors turned against us for something orchestrated by pur landlord has made it even less so for us to continue being here.

There is absolutely nothing left for us here.

Lemme explain. As of now, both my partner and I are employed. However, our pay and hours are nowhere near enough to cover the cost of rent without outside assistance from friends and family who are all also struggling at this time. This includes our other partner who has their own shit to deal with. I work at Dominos and am paid a flat $9.00/hr as a CSR. I'm only granted NINE (9) hours a week. Yes. You read that correctly. Only 9 hours a week. 18 every two. 36 a month. Which is why I started doing commissions. To make ends meet.

Because Void (our cat) would genuinely have nowhere to go if we didn't make things work somehow. We've had him since he was a kitten, and he would be even more devastated than us.

Friends can't take him. Not anyone nearby. And with the lack of proper shelters, surrendering him would likely spell death.

Just know, while things weren't perfect, they were not always like this. We started falling behind after a technological error on the Apartment's end (More on that later) where two months' worth of rent was never posted. And once we made the error known, it came with fees stacked from both months and then some. In the middle of March. After I'd been dropped from my internship at a super Christian-run food bank. Where I was the only openly queer one there. 🙃

And it's truly only been downhill from there.

My nesting partner is paid slightly more than me at 9.75/hr, but they haven't been given a full 40 hour week since September of last year. This is after asking for all that can be given at their job despite dealing with chronic pain and being immunocompromised. They've been working without any sort of proper accommodation aside from being offered brief breaks in the store's beer cooler.

We've taken out payday loans out of sheer desperation not to lose our home, two of which almost crippled us.

We do not have a car. Mississippi's public transportation system is absolutely abysmal. I used the bus to go to work during my internship. I was left stranded twice and was s3xually harrassed during my rides on several occasions. The system is horrendously underfunded, so the drivers just don't care.

We have tried various programs including section 8. The wait lists are endless.

The property manager has explicitly expressed that they do not accept vouchers from any of the most prevelant housing assistance programs in our area. Which was one of the reasons why we almost weren't allowed to move here (Making a video on that soon.) during a time where we were, in fact, homeless and running out of time at the hotel we were staying at. The only assistance we have is for electric. And that's only because that bill is not processed directly through the complex itself.

I've been permanently flagged by the unemployed office. Why? Because one of my employers (the most transphobic experience I've ever had. More on that later.) claimed that nobody under my legal name, SS, or anything had ever worked there before. Every other experience listed was verified, but due to that one instance, even when I provided my old work badge and my W2, I was (and still am) no longer able to apply for unemployment without being stuck in a neverending wait list for an investigation that will never come. It will remain stuck in pending for months and then the case number will magically close without notice.

We have Food Stamps, but due to the sudden dip in income and hours, MDHS has pretty much flagged that I'm able-bodied but just choosing not to work. Which has resulted in the amount we're given monthly to harshly decrease.

What I'm trying to say is that the truly needy and unfortunate are treated like rats and scammers. Pests. These programs put in place to help us aren't funded enough to make the people tasked with running them truly care. So they turn us away.

This has been a problem in Mississippi for years. The state government is given money to help and distribute as needed, but those funds are withheld. Millions of dollars every year are kept away from the families who need it most, and nobody here can answer why.

And if you're queer or a person of color? Good luck.

I explain all of this to say that we genuinely need help wherever we can get it.

We need to get out of Mississippi.

Please help in any way you can. Spread this and my GoFundMe wherever you can. It is us the link above. Share it wherever, whether you can donate or not.

My commissions are open. All three slots are available. I will gladly work for the money.

Thank you for your reading.

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tblsomedoodles · 1 year

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(Sorry for asking a lot of the Donnie Au, it’s living rent-free in my head 😓) In the series, Donnie has a lot of centric episodes which could work well (in my opinion) with this Au:

Donnie gifts: rewatching the episode, it could show how Dee is way better trained and has more battle iq than his brothers.

I could also give a reason off why he made those gifts. I personally see it as him making the gifts as his way to both help them be better fighters and to keep them safe. (also does he still get captured by MeatSweats?)

The Purple game: I don’t think this episode would really change a lot, maybe bringing a motive for why Dee got obsessed by the game. (Maybe brings memories of him and Uncle Mikey playing but the again he wants nothing to do with past memories so…)

The Lair games: I think the change is more directed to Leo than to Dee, cause just like Angie, it’s Dee first Lair games so imagine how pissed Leo would be when all of a sudden his lost twin comes back and destroys his 5 year champion record, first try.

Breaking purple: this is one is just me but I could see Dee thinking back and remembering his Pops while looking for SHELLDON ( the junk yard scene )

Turtle Degan Nights: Ok so this episode could explore Dee’s feelings/relationship with rise splinter. (Prepare yourself it’s long)

Something about Donnies character is the fact that he lacks parental support and validation which is plays a big part in this episode (with him looking for ways to bond with Splinter and getting exited every time when he’s about to say proud). But Raphie (and the 03 gang) fix those problems, meaning he no longer has those needs.

How would that affect this episode?: would he still go or not? And If he does go, would he back down when arriving (since he’s no longer blinded with the idea of bonding with splinter [unless he is]) and giving his bottle up emotions (and that he probably misses Raphie), would that affect the moment he confronts Splinter.

(I’m sorry, this got WAY longer that I expected 😓Donnie has a plenty of centric episodes)

No apologies needed! He's been stuck in my head all day too lol

But yeah, for the Donnie's gifts, Dee definitely made them mostly to help. He knows leaders are supposed to make plans before fighting so a helmet that helps Raph make plans? Brilliant. Mikey keeps getting hurt when he's trying stunts he can't quite land yet so bubble suit? Perfect. Leo? He wasn't quite sure about leo, but his 'it's 4am and i haven't slept in 36 hrs' brain thought getting him to stop joking mid fight would need a taser so he built one. (then realized after the fact, ok, maybe the jokes weren't bad enough to tase him like that. and does awkwardly apologize.)

The Purple Game, you're right, would probably stay the same. Context wise, he gets hyper-fixated on it b/c it reminds him of home, but not enough to have feelings over it.

Lair games, oh definitely! Leo's just like, yeah i'm going to win again this year, and then doesn't. (which was definitely not Leo's plan to start so he never wagered his room.)

Breaking Purple, yeah i could see that being the case. Like he's looking for Shelldon and has the brief thought of "is this how Papa felt when i left?" before he buries it again.

And Turtle-dega Nights, oh that one would be fun. His differences in being raised (i know there's a word but idk what it is right now) would certainly effect this episode.

Like, for one, he does not want to go. At all. He actually resents Splinter for his original disappearance (logically he knows it's not his fault, illogically, that was his dad. Why couldn't he chase the cat away like pops had?) and he very much hates how little attention this guy has been giving his brothers (and him since he came back), b.c his lack of attention is very apparent to him after having so much of it back in 03. So he doesn't want to do this man any favors.

It's Mikey that talks him into it (b/c he's trying to get Dee and Splinter on better terms.) (so essentially, their spots are switched, Dee's the one going "I don't want to be here, it looks off" and Mikey's like "no, it's great! We're bonding with dad.")

When it's revealed to be a demolition derby, Dee is pissed and refuses to participate, eventually pulling the parking break like in cannon and full on yelling at Splinter (swears and all. He gives no shits) about how he tricked them and he was never going to trust him again and how he just wanted to go home to his pops b/c at least he doesn't trick him into bringing his creations to demolition derbies.

They have a little heart to heart while Mikey is freaking out in the background (b/c this was not how his 'get Dee to bond with dad' plan was supposed to go!) and things are a little better between them 1) b/c Splinter apologizes and promises to do better, and 2) shows he's serious by (like cannon) being willing to give up the trophy to take his boys home.

(Dee then decides the best course of action was to take out every single competitor in the derby so they wouldn't be stopped when they went home, thus (completely unintentionally, he swears) winning the trophy anyways.)

Thank you!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #adopted donnie au

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asherbakugou · 4 months

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The Jade Monastery

Built into the bottom of the Mt. Labrynth was a Monastery with walls and shingles made of black wood, with four Jade Statues placed around it facing one of the four cardinal directions.

The Imperial Guardian Lion stood facing North, towards the Mt. an ever silent Guardian.

The Nara stood facing East, looking deeper into the forest, a guiding figure for those lost within its depths.

The Phoenix staring West, looking towards the village, a protector for those within the Monastery.

The Dragon staring South, teeth bared as it waited patiently for anyone to test the boundaries.

The Monastery had been abandoned hundreds of years before but still stood tall, covered in dust and cobwebs. No one had even seen it, as the forest always guided them away from the sacred place. Until a new Master came into its woods.

Morro had easily left the Bounty, jumping from her deck as the flew above the old forest. Plummeting towards the forest, he closed his eyes easily slowing himself down until he was flying just above its tallest trees. From there he used the trees to make it to the ground.

From there he planned to slip into the village, grab anything else he needed before disappearing. But his plan failed when he saw the pale golden light, and followed it.

Stepping out from the woods, he found hinself staring at a jade statue of a massive Stag, the golden light held between its antlers. Behind it stood the Jade Monastery.

-------------------------- (5 Year Timeskip)

Morro layed on his stomach, face hidden in his pillow as he slept. The sound of his door sliding open had him alert, though he didn't move continuing to fein sleep.

His bed shifted as three bodies climbed up into it.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Smirking, Morro moved. He swept all threes feet out, knocking them onto their backs on his bed. Squeals of laughter came from the kids, as they wiggled trying to escape.

"And what do you three think you're doing?" Morro asked, sitting up.

The oldest, 8 year old May, answered first, "We were jus' gonna wake you up, Sensei. Promise."

"Yeah," Colin agreed, grinning wildly. The man turned to the weakest link, Nico, and raised a single eyebrow. He crumpled immediatley.

"We were gonna jump on you."

"Nico!"

"I'm sorry!"

"None of that. I asked what happened and he tild me the truth."

"Okay, Sensei," May mumbled

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" Morro asked, climbing out of bed.

"No. Penny said it would be ready and we should wake you up," Colin explained.

"Huh, so she set you up?"

"Yeah!" May shouted. Attention shifted her and Colin raced back out the door, shouting for Penny.

Nico giggled, as he happily burrowed beneath Morro's covers. Hr was left alone as Morro dressed, putting on the underlayers of his Sensei Garments, leaving the top off for now. "Alright brat. Let's go."

Mercilessly, Nico was tugged out from underneath the covers and held up in the air by his ankle. "Sensei!"

"What? You don't wanna be carried like this?"

"No-hohohoho!"

"Alright." Morro flipped him round, setting him down on his feet. As the blood rushed back to its place, the boy stumbled, clinging to his Sensei's leg until the dizziness was gone. "All good?"

"Yep." Nico stepped on his foot, arms wrapping around his leg as he smiled up at the man. "Carry me."

"On my leg?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Weird child."

Weighing under 75lbs Morro only struggled a little as he walked to the dining room where the rest of his students waited.

36 students in total. All rescued or taken in from the strerts or foster homes. All broken like he'd been. Morro refused to let them turn out like him.

And so the day began, peacefully. Full of laughter, and eady chatter.

#ninjago morro #ninjago #original character #monastery #TheJadeMonastery #fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #Sensei Morro

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strawberrysunsets · 2 years

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The Empty World (Ch. 2)

Donald Pierce x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Pierce and the Reavers are sent to capture a mutant with mysterious abilities. This chapter: Held captive, the mutant plots their escape, but runs into trouble.

Warnings: Kidnapping, injury, violence/physical harm directed towards reader's character, knives, swearing.

Angst, slow burn, hopefully smut later on:D

Comments /reblogs/feedback mean the world to me!:)

Chapter 2: Control

The armoured truck bounced along the rutted road, firearms and metal shelving rattling in its rear. And there, behind the metal bars of the vehicle’s cell, lay U36. She was passed out on the truck’s floor, head lolling against the metal bench. Only her face peeked out from the thermo-blanket they’d wrapped her in.

Pierce sat beside the armoury rack on the truck’s passenger side, idly dismantling and cleaning his gun as two of his senior Reavers, Hendricks and Gabe, sat on the bench opposite him.

When the Reavers had carried U36 to the truck, the medic had been worried. She had full-blown hypothermia, he’d said; worsened by the effects of the tranquilizer. Her lips had been blue when Pierce had stooped to examine them, and the rise and fall of her chest faint. So they’d kept her in one of the Hummers for a while, blasting the heat and wrapping her in a thermo-blanket until some of her colour returned.

U36. Transigen had logged her with that name, for lack of a better one. They could find no record of her in any database; not a birth certificate, or a school diploma. Not even an out-of-date parking ticket. So U, for unknown. And her number, 36, hinted at the long list of forgotten mutants who’d come and gone through Transigen’s doors over the years.

The conversation of the Reavers eventually returned to the mission, and one of them leaned forwards, catching Pierce’s eye.

“Shouldn’t we gag her, or something?” Hendricks asked. “Don’t want her talking to the fucking roaches, and getting them to choke us in our sleep.”

Gabe chuckled.

Pierce glanced towards the mutant’s unconscious form, then smiled and shrugged.

“No need,” he replied.

They’d left Maine’s thick forests behind hours ago, and were now driving through civil Massachusetts farmland.

When Hendricks stared at him questioningly, Pierce pulled the notebook from his bag. He’d found it in her camp when they’d raided it before the ambush, and had taken time to study it after they’d captured her. It was a useful thing, to learn about your prey. It meant you could begin to understand them. And when you understood something, you could control it.

“She can only talk to a handful of critters. Eagles; hawks; wolves, and the like. The hawks might be a problem – but there ain't many of those other ones around here."

He idly fanned the notebook’s pages, exposing the charcoal drawings and neat, cramped script within. “It takes her a while to learn how to talk to any species. Think of it like a language.”

Hendricks examined the notes, half-interested.

“And snakes,” Gabe added. “Don’t forget that she can talk to snakes.” The man seemed unnerved by the idea. “Shawe’s arm was swollen as a motherfucker by the time we got him out of there.”

Hendrick’s face darkened at the memory, and he handed the notebook back to Pierce. “I get this shit,” he said, nodding to it, “but shouldn’t we just gag her anyway? Stop her from doing any of it.”

Pierce had finished reassembling his gun, and now slotted it back into his holster, flexing his mechanical fingers on the grip.

“Where’s the fun in that?" He replied. "She has answers. And it’ll be easier for her to tell ‘em to us if she can talk.”

The two Reavers sat back in their seats, as the driver leaned back from the truck’s cab to catch Pierce’s attention.

“ETA 1900 hrs, Sir.”

Pierce grunted in response, and swung himself up and into the cab’s passenger seat.

Good. Zander would be waiting; and he’d enjoy seeing the look on the doctor’s face when he brought the prized mutant in, less than 48 hours after the mission had been issued.

***

You woke to the press of something cold against your face, and the feeling of harsh vibrations rattling through every bone in your body.

You were on the floor of a vehicle. A moving vehicle.

You sat up as fast as your aching body would allow, pushing off the odd metallic blanket that had been wrapped around you. Your head felt like it was about to split open, and you touched it gingerly, finding a painful lump near your temple, and soreness you could only assume were bruises along your cheekbone and jaw. Your memories were fuzzy, disjointed. Were you on the road, again? Running?

Everything came back to you in a rush, as you turned from the truck’s windowless rear to see the cage separating you from its front. Two tough-looking men sat on the benches beyond, clad in dark combat gear.

“Holy fuck.”

One of them glanced at you, his expression cold.

“What the fuck have you done?” You cried, standing and grabbing the metal caging. Dizziness swept over you as you did, and you lost your balance with the movement of the vehicle, tumbling back to the floor.

You lay there for a moment, stunned.

“You fucking idiots,” you said. You couldn't believe it. You'd been taken – after spending so much time travelling, and hiding, to evade this kind of capture. And they had no idea what they'd done, in taking you.

Your thoughts raced, and you tried once more to stand, holding the metal bench for balance.

Another figure leaned into view from the truck’s passenger seat, his blond hair lit by the reflection of the sky in the windshield. His gaze found you. He smiled. It was their leader; the man with blue eyes. The one who’d drugged you.

“Welcome back, sweetheart!” He drawled. “We was just talking about you. In fact – we’re gonna get the chance to get a little better acquainted in just a few minutes.”

You made the mistake of letting go of the bench, so when black spots danced across your vision, you stumbled to the ground again, landing hard on hands and knees. Some of the dizzinness was the truck's motion – but it also felt as if you were drunk.

An aftereffect of the tranquilizer?

“Couldn’t imagine anything worse,” you retorted, drily.

But beneath your façade of confidence, fear was coursing through you. You remained on hands and knees, trying to steady your breathing and focus your mind. But here, your normal calm was out of reach. You were trapped – and you knew where that led. If you couldn’t control your emotions, the next time your mutation – your true mutation – surfaced, you wouldn’t be able to control it. And that was the only thing you truly feared.

***

The truck’s back doors swung open, and evening light streamed in. The sun was setting on the fields beyond the highway pullout in which the convoy had stopped, and three Hummers were parked around the armoured truck, their occupants milling about or talking into radios.

Two Reavers pulled you from the bench, and you allowed them to manhandle you down from the truck. You stumbled against one of them as you reached the ground, blinking as the light set your head to aching. He steadied you roughly.

Their leader – Pierce, you’d learned his name was – was talking into a radio by the nearest Hummer. He finished, and turned towards you. He had an intimidating build – broad shoulders and thick muscles, which spoke of military training – and carried himself with casual, swaggering confidence.

“You did quite a number on my men," He said, clasping his hands behind him and tilting his head with a sharp half-smile as he approached. "One of ‘em will be out for a few weeks – and the other’s down for good.”

You raised a brow, and put two fingers to your head in mock salute. They’d removed your cuffs, and seemed to assume that with so many soldiers around, you wouldn’t try anything.

Oh – you realized. And they think they know what my mutation is. They think they’re safe enough, with no dangerous animals around.

You held onto the thought of their continued ignorance, savouring the one piece of control you still had left. It was immensely satisfying. Your face gave nothing away, though; expression remaining dry and impassive. The only thing that disturbed your cool facade was the fact that the light from the sunset was still making you squint. Even that soft light was worsening your headache; making it feel like someone was working away at your temple with a jackhammer.

“Thing is,” Pierce said, examining you casually as he approached, and stopping only when he was close enough to bring the difference in your height into sharp contrast, “I wouldn’t appreciate you causing me any more trouble. So let’s be reasonable, shall we?”

He smiled. “Doctor Rice will be here in half an hour – and until then, you can tell me all about these energy surges you’re causing. What they are. Why they happen.”

You stared at him, unimpressed.

“Huh. We could do that,” you replied, pursing your lips and taking a casual step to the side – to Pierce’s right – as if considering. “Or I could gut you like a fucking fish, and leave your men to pick up the pieces.”

He only had time for a brief expression of surprise before you were on him, hooking his leg from beneath him and wrenching his arm to pull him off balance. He was heavy, but the move was designed for a difference in strength, and your position beside him gave you leverage. He toppled to the ground, and the Reavers around the vehicles gave shouts of alarm.

Then you were on top of him, straddling his chest and pinning his arms to the ground with your knees as you held the knife to his throat. His body was hot beneath yours, his chest rising and falling.

The knife had been in the belt-sheath of one of the Reavers, of course. The one who hadn’t thought twice about you stumbling into him, and taking something with you when you left.

You’d meant to slit Pierce’s throat immediately and make a break for it, hopefully leaving the Reavers in chaos without their commander, but a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you. You shook your head, trying to clear it.

The sound of weapons cocking came from all sides, but no Reaver made to grab you – not with your knife to their leader’s throat.

Pierce’s eyes were wide with amusement, as you kneeled atop him. He didn’t move as the knife’s edge drew a bead of blood from his skin, but he smiled, slowly.

“So, this the kind of thing you like?” He asked. His tone was overcasual, but you could see the anger lurking in his eyes. “Cause you could have just asked.”

“Shut up,” you breathed, trying to force your mind clear through the pounding headache. Something’s wrong. I can’t even fucking think straight.

Pierce’s eyes scanned your face, seeming to recognize something therein.

You blinked hard, and glared at the men around you. “You take one fucking step closer, and his head’s getting unacquainted with his body.”

“Thing is, sweetheart,” Pierce said, shifting slightly beneath you. The sun was bothering your eyes again, and your sudden movements had left you lightheaded. And why did your head still feel like it was splitting open?

“I don’t think you quite understand your situation. You seem a little – ” In one sharp movement, Pierce twisted his leg around yours, flipping you off him so you that landed hard on your back. “–Off balance,” he finished, with satisfaction. His face was inches from yours, and he breathed hard, pressing you down. One of his hands found the knife in yours, and wrenched it free, throwing it to the nearest Reaver.

"I gave you a choice. Too bad you chose wrong." He smiled, and then he was off of you, the other Reavers grabbing your arms.

One of the Reavers looked to Pierce questioningly, and the tall man nodded. The Reaver he’d addressed pulled back, and kicked you sharply in the side. Once. Twice.

The pain was like fire, and you writhed on the ground, huffing out a sound that was half cry, half cough. For a moment, you didn't care about keeping up an invulnerable facade. It fucking hurt.

So much for a great fucking plan, you thought, gasping as you regained your breath. I shouldn’t have tried to escape, not yet – not with this fucking headache. I’m too disoriented.

“Oh –” Pierce said, turning back as the Reavers dragged you up. “And have the medic check her head. Seems like she's got a real bad concussion.”

He smiled. And turned away.

***

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gravehags · 6 months

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girlies i have 36 minutes left of this movie and i can't do it and the movie is only 1 hr 16 min to begin with...it's taken me so long to watch 42 minutes...i used to be able to watch multiple movies in one night like--

#i don't know if it's the adhd or my age but it's gotten worse as i've gotten older #i'm never getting through this list

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dreamingangelwolf · 16 days

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1,7,36,37, go go go

Going, going, going!

1. what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

i. The road trip around America I went on with some friends. We’d been there for 9 months on a University year abroad, and with one month left on our visas we decided to spend that time travelling with another couple of guys we’d met. It was all going fine until maybe a week or so from the end, where myself and one other girl were accused of not pulling our weight in helping plan activities or researching things to do - and, to my horror, I realised they were right. It was a big wake-up call, and the first of a few similar moments to transpire in the following years, but since then I’ve been much more conscious about doing my bit in group planning and tasks, and just generally offering to help and ease the load for people and be considerate of others.

ii. Playmobil. It may seem silly, but I vividly remember that some of my first forays into making stories was with my Playmobil figures as a young kid - big stories too, with some drama and a degree of danger involved. If I hadn’t had those sets, I don’t know what else I would have done that with, if at all, so that was a huge influence in my desire to tell stories as I grew up.

iii. Music. I come from a musical lineage (my parents met in the London Philarmonic choir and both played instruments themselves), and again growing up it was music that fuelled my imagination on long car journeys, helped me focus on homework and changed/fed my moods, both light and dark. There’s not a single day that goes by without music for me - I wake up to it, I often go to sleep to it, and even if I’m not actively listening to it I’m thinking about it. It’s broadened my knowledge of the world - both past and present - and encouraged me to explore and be open to new cultures and perspectives. I honestly can’t imagine my life without it.

7. what scares you the most and why?

The thought of losing my brother, either as a close bond or from this mortal coil. He’s my only sibling but I’m so much closer to him than I am to our parents, and having been through a phase where I thought I had irreparably broken our relationship (when we were much younger) I never want to feel that way again. We’re not the perfect brother-sister pairing by any stretch, but if he hated me or wasn’t there for me to just shoot the shit with I wouldn’t know what to do with that big of a hole in my life.

36. are you an open book or do you have walls up?

Erm well as you may guess from the above, deeper-than-anticipated answers, I think I’m probably an open book? Or more of one, at least, especially when it comes to my mood. My friends very easily pick up on when I’m not myself, even if I don’t give them any details. These days I’m more willing to talk if people offer to listen, though.

37. share a secret

I have only engaged in long-term dating once, and one of the reasons I haven’t sought to pursue it again is because I’m not sure I have it in me to commit to someone on an equal basis. Chances are I do, and I’m fully aware I should not just take that one experience and build all my concepts of and approaches to dating on it, but it’s making me extremely reluctant to get back on it. Don’t know if that’s a secret so much as a confession, but it’s 2 hrs past the time I should have been asleep and I’ve spent 20 mins coming up with an answer for this one, so that’s what we’re going with, lol.

Welp, that was all way deeper than expected…! Thank you for indulging me though @aranict, it’s much appreciated ^_^

#personal me #like a bit more personal than I probably needed to go lol #in my defence I am not as asleep as I should be

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shapeshifter-of-constellation · 27 days

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only 36 min left of work thank god

last few hrs are dragginggg

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i90soot · 3 months

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“Let me help you.”

(It's a rubbish story, sorry.)

Tw: mention of drugs, depression, escape, Wilbur, obscene words, mention of abuse

Synopsis: Wilbur is not a drug addict... He has only taken drugs twice and it was necessary to not feel nervous and in search of something that will help him he ended up finding a man who seemed nice, he ended up getting along well with him and thanks to him he managed to get high on weed at least twice and now he needs a third time, tomorrow he will have something very important to do and he really needs the drugs and in search of the herb he found you and now he needed to help you.

02:36 in the morning, he got up early and went straight to that crummy mobile home, of course, he was too nervous and this was the only thing that would help him not think too much so he headed his way to the house of that man named David.

Knock on the dirty door of that mobile home hard, hoping David will wake up, he hears a moan, he knows that moan is David's, he sighs heavily it's cold outside, he knocks again waiting for the door to open.

“Damn, ¡Y/n go open that fucking door, damn child!” David's voice is grunty, somewhat raspy and sleepy... Wilbur is confused at the name "y/n," he hadn't heard it before.

Before he can think anything, the door opens. It's not. David looks carefully at the figure, someone smaller and looks younger and cute, looks like a young person of 19 or more.

"¿Who are you?" He asks looking at you, he has never seen you before... Although you remind someone of the shape of your eyes and your soft face too kind.

"Y/n" you whispers quietly looking at Wilbur, "I'm David's child," whispers quietly.

"¿Child?" He laughs softly. He didn't think someone like David could have children. "I'm Wilbur," he smiles softly before looking anxiously behind you, somewhat desperate for David's presence, he just wants his weed and gone.

"h-huh what do you need?" You ask, catching his attention again and he looks at you before answering, "I need David." He answers and you nod, inviting Wilbur to come inside.

Inside the mobile home he can notice the slight neglect of beer bottles, the somewhat dirty walls and David lying on the couch tired and probably drugged or drunk, but that doesn't catch Wilbur's attention but the blanket that is on the floor in the corner, hr sure it must be one of David's pets after all. ¿Who else would sleep so comfortably in a corner with a blanket?

"¿You have a dog?" He smiles and looks at you. He likes animals. Maybe he can play with the dog a little after all. That would help him calm down a little.

"No," you reply, your answer unnerves him a little.

"¿Don't you have a dog?" He asks softly, "then who sleeps there?" Look towards the corner, He doesn't hear your response, he just notices how you looked away before whispering a soft and almost inaudible, "I sleep there."

That makes him feel a little sad and somewhat angry with David. ¿Who makes his child sleep on the floor?

Before he can say anything David wakes up and looks at Wilbur, smiles and then gestures for you to go, he didn't want you to get in the way here, You obey after all he is your father so you walk away slowly Wilbue looks at you curious about you but quickly gets distracted when David starts talking to him.

In the end he got his weed, but it's not yet time to leave. Right now he's sitting in a small dining room with David, both of them laughing and joking. Wilbur is already a little high but still conscious.

"y/n, damn asshole! Bring something to eat, we are hungry," David shouts Wilbur just rubs his eyes when he notices that it's already 6 a.m.

You left your small space, sighing and nodding, heading to the awkward little kitchen trying to prepare something to eat for both they, Wilbur keeps looking at you thinking about the somewhat unformal way you are dressed or the light bruises that show through his worn clothes or how depressed you look, it's a shame, you're beautiful, you shouldn't have a sad face when you are so beautiful.

David is talking but Wilbur is too focused on thinking to notice until the smell of scrambled eggs fills his nostrils and he sees you at the table serving two plates of food, He smiles softly, thanking you for the food, but he feels a little bad when you don't do the same, you just turn around to put on your shoes.

"¿Where are they going?" Wilbur asks David, looking at you before taking a bite of the eggs.

"We have chickens," David shrugs his shoulders while eating, "every morning goes out to collect the chickens' eggs" he answers calmly. Wilbur just nods and continues eating, He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, watching you put on your somewhat dirty shoes before getting up and leaving the rolling van.

"So..." Wilbur whispers under something curious, "do they usually sleep on the floor?" He asks, looking at the small corner which you said was your bed.

"Yeah," David answers it doesn't seem like it's about the way he treats you, he said, "Why waste space on them?" He laughs "it's not like I'll care too much for they,"

Wilbur feels sorry for you, he doesn't think anyone deserves to be treated the way David treats you.

"If you don't care about them, why do you have them in your house?" He said stopping eating.

"'cause I need someone to take care of this place" he shrugs without caring too much while eating "I need someone to cook for me and take care of this place" he sighs, "their fucking mother abandoned me, so if she is not here I made them take their mother's place." He sighs and Wilbur just frowns. "His mother was nothing more than a cheap whore" he complains.

Wilbur nods and goes back to eating. He met David's wife. He always thought she was too much for someone like David, but he didn't say anything. He just remained silent, He remembers her being quite kind, taking care of the small place where they lived, she was too kind and David was a jerk. If he had been that woman, he would have abandoned David too... Now it makes sense why when he saw you you reminded him of someone, your kind face was almost identical to your mother...

Poor you, he thinks.

Out of nowhere his phone rings, he realizes it's time to leave but he feels sorry for leaving you alone even though he hasn't even spoken to you.

Wilbur just says goodbye to David and leaves the place without first avoiding seeing you in the distance with the chicken coop. You seem tired but he can't do anything, he will have to stay with his arms crossed, he orders a taxi and leaves, leaving the place that looks like just a dirty abandoned place typical of movies.

- ★

5:41 am He doesn't know what he's doing here It's just the thought of letting someone suffer like this made him feel guilty. You were alone. You were practically David's servant, he couldn't know that someone was treated that way.

He doesn't even know what he's doing when he came back the next day and saw you there again with the chickens, He sighs heavily before putting his hands in his warm jacket and walking towards you trying not to make noise and not scare you.

"hey" he whispers and quickly you shiver because of his voice that strong british accent and his tall figure made you shudder.

"O-oh" you calm down, noting that he's just a friend of your father's, "do you need to-" you don't even finish, you talk to yourself before he speaks again.

"come with me" he whispers quietly "please" he whispers he doesn't even know why he's saying what he's saying right now.

Maybe it's because of the affection he still had for your mother, he knows that she would be happy to know that she is helping her son escape too, Or maybe it's because he can't stop thinking about you. How do you feel? How much do they pressure you? How bad are you?

"w-what?" You say and step back a little he just takes a step forward looking at you

"I-I won't hurt you I just want to help you, let me help you." He said.

You shake your head quickly, you don't want to make your father angry. You step back. He quickly takes your hand. He feels worried about how cold you are and can feel old scars on your wrist.

"Hey trust me I just want to help you I won't hurt you" he says his eyes seem to beg you to trust him you feel slightly tempted thinking about escaping sounds good and the kind and gentle way he sees you feels tempting.

You ended up inside the taxi being taken somewhere you are sitting completely still feeling guilty now you are cold you are hungry your body hurts you have never left the house before, You shiver when Wilbur's jacket covers you. You look at him and he smiles. You just look at him with shiny eyes.

Too kind.

You never felt the same.

You just let yourself snuggle in Wilbur's jacket. The smell is pleasant. It makes you feel warm. You never felt warm before, not even covering yourself with the old damaged sheets of your "bed."

...

You just know that you're finally in a comfortable place. You felt good when you were able to take a warm shower and put on some of Wilbur's borrowed clothes. They were too big for your malnourished body, but it was comfortable, and it felt good to be able to eat something you could only close your eyes when Wilbur served you some food it felt good to eat something after days and days.

A few weeks later you are here with him sitting comfortably next to him on the couch, a program playing on the television, you feel safe and warm, you don't know what happened to his father and you don't care.

You rest your head on his shoulder he smiles and wraps his arm around you finally you smiled softly feeling warm and safe you love this home he is your home... You hope you don't have to leave here soon.

#spotify #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n

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