#The BOOGEY men so to speak

[meteor752]

Double Life AU, instead of building BigB a heart of wool and giving him bread, Grian goes full bird and just does a mating dance

#That gif is perfect because the female is absolutely terrified and that’s what I imagine BigB would be #Actually I think Grian should bird dance every time he like tries to strike an allience and such #Him in last life just aggressively dancing to the other southern boys #The BOOGEY men so to speak #Double Life #double life smp #dl smp #Grian #Avian Grian #bird grian #bigbst4tz2 #Grian x BigB #Secret soulmate duo #Bird Mating dance #I dunno this whole post was stupid

[minhosimthings]

Sample Session || 18+

Synopsis: In which you ask your boyfriend for a semen sample

Pairings: Sunghoon × fem!reader, non idol au

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v sex, rough sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex (not for you at all) masturbation (male), spit as lubricant, praise, degradation, swearing, rough dom Sunghoon, sub!reader, reader wears pink lingerie, boob fixation, dirty talk eyyy, collecting semen in that tube because we medical students, mentions of Yunjin from Le Sserafim and Gaeul from IVE

A/N: this is my submission for @deluluriddhi's 500+ followers event which you can find here! Had a shit ton of fun writing this though so here you go babies!

Being a doctor has its advantages.

You get to help people, you get a shit ton of money (student debt sucks but hey), you get a hot boyfriend, you can correctly pronounce and know the meaning of choledocholithiasis.

Did I mention hot boyfriend?

Park Sunghoon. Possibly the hottest and the only surgeon-in-training you'd ever want to have inside of you all day long.

Of course the walls still speak of the times he railed you in the room where they kept the crp training dolls, but we don't speak about that anymore.

But one of the greatest advantages of having a Park Sunghoon, as you soon found out, was that he proved useful in a quest.

For a particularly awkward thing.

"Sperm samples?" Yunjin gasped, almost spilling her coffee on you, "we have to collect sperm samples?"

"For the last time, yes." Gaeul groaned, massaging her temples, Yunjin had been asking the same thing since the past hour.

"How on earth are we going to get semen samples?" Yunjin asked, turning to you for some reason.

"Alright ladies, time to seduce some men." Gaeul laughed, sipping her frappuccino.

"Y/N already seduced one." Yunjin groaned, deflating her body onto the table, "Hey, get some for us too will you?"

"Number 1, we need to have different samples, and number two how the hell am I gonna ask him?" You quizzed the girls, who looked dumbfounded.

"Maybe..you know." Yunjin began, and you realised she had the same face on as she did whenever she saw the extremely phallic design of the law building at your college, "Just do the oogey-boogey with him."

Gaeul's frappucino can spit out her nose, as she cackled loudly, garnering the attention of many people in the cafe.

"The oogey-boogey YUNJIN WHAT?" Gauel kept laughing, holding her stomach tightly, "Is that your way of saying that Y/N needs to seduce Sunghoon into somehow giving her his semen?" She said, when her laughter died down.

"Absolutely not!" You protested. The idea of seducing your boyfriend was...nice to think of but to actually have a practical session? You would have rather jumped off a cliff.

"Just ask him today, we have a holiday tomorrow, so incase the oogey-boogey indeed does oogey-boogey you have semen! Simple."

Gaeul's frappucino was subjected to being ejected out of her nose again, as she rolled over in fits of laughter.

This wasn't you.

This definetly wasn't you, Sunghoon thought.

His mind was racing at a hundred kilometres per the second, and his bag full of pastries for you was abandoned on the floor as soon as he saw what lay in front of him.

A reward for his hard work today? The thought of what he had done to deserve you was running a lap through his brain. You, in your pretty pink lace, with white trimmings, and pearls on your neck, the ones he bought you of course.

"Well hello there, gorgeous." He said, grabbing your waist in his arms, as he always did when he got back home. But this time, with a different purpose.

"All dressed up for me today?" He quizzed you, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck. It was pathetic how much the simple action made your hole so wet.

Sunghoon toyed with the pretty pink lace of your bra, kissing up and down your collarbone. God had you changed your perfume? It seemed so intoxicating to him. Your hands came to rest on his shoulder, as you nibbled the tip of his ear a bit, which made his dick throb inside his pants.

"Come on." He mumbled through his kisses, lifting you into his arms, making you wrap your legs around his waist, which you did promptly.

The one thing that Sunghoon would have never expected was the various medical equipment that lay on your bed.

"Y/N." He glanced at you suspiciously, putting you down on your feet, "what's all this?"

You awkwardly cleared your throat and rushed over to the bed, picking up a tiny test tube and shoving it in your boyfriend's hands.

"Alright so I have an assignment and I need your help." You said, a bit more seriously than you had wanted to.

"Do you need me to get you pregnant or something?" Sunghoon chuckled, his eyes darkening, "Cause I won't say no."

"Actually it's not that."

"Then what is it, princess?"

"Canihaveyoursemensampleplease." You mumbled, or more properly, to say, rapped.

"Y/N, proper sentences please?"

Sighing heavily to yourself, you gulped and wrapped your arms around Sunghoon again, pressing a chaste, sweet kiss to his pink lips.

"I need a semen sample for an assignment." You mumbled into his ear, albeit a but louder this time. Sunghoon smirked into your neck.

"That's it?" He asked, a cocky smile spreading on his face. His baby, needs a sample from him? He thought it was the most adorable thing ever.

"Yeah...it's fine if you say no though!" You panicked, looking at him with widened eyes. But Sunghoon only chuckled again and raised your chin to his level with his finger.

"How could I say no when you're asking so nicely?" He said, guiding you over to the bed. Kicking off his shoes, Sunghoon settled in nicely between the sheets, while you awkwardly sat at the edge, handing the tube to him.

"Don't want to join me baby?" Sunghoon asked, taking off his belt and his trousers, and pulling you in for a sudden kiss, by grabbing your face with his hands.

"You're a medical student too Hoon, you know I can't." You rolled your eyes at him.

"Alright, but do me a favour. Hold the tube in place for me will you?" He handed the tube back to you, and you bit your lip. Holding it in place. In other words, bending over to make Hoon see your cleavage.

"If that's what'll get you off, then fine." You grumbled, although your panties were getting wetter by the second at the idea.

Sunghoon leaned against the bedframe, relaxing into the sheets, holding his throbbing cock with one hand. He began to jerk off hard, his hand rising to the tip of the cock, where more fat drops of precum accumulate, feeling the alcohol of your perfume take over the body,

"that what you want, princess?” he spits on his cock and starts jerking off again while he speaks his hand doesn't stop, slow movements, up and down as if he wanted to feel the familiar sensation of your walls clenched around him. He could feel a knot forming in his stomach, at the sight of seeing your tits, lined perfectly in your lingerie. The sight of it made him go mental.

His hand never abandons his cock, squeezing, going up and down without losing rhythm. Sunghoon began to feel signs of orgasm so he reduced the speed of his hand, waiting for what will come next.

Sunghoon thinks while squeezing his cock tightly, holding by the base his fingers massage the balls, he climbs his hand slowly and passes his thumb over the head of the cock dripping precum, spreading and with his eyes glazed, little moans escaping his lips. Sunghoon sits more centered on the bed, drops of sweat run down his hair, dripping and turning a trail around his neck, chest and belly, his body is so sensitive to touch that the drops of water seem to scratch while the sheets seem to hug him.

"Fuck—im close." He whimpered, eyes rolling back as the knot in his stomach broke and the next moment, his hand was drenched in cum, and you were holding a test tube filled with what you needed.

"Shit" Sunghoon fell back on the bed, while you happily inserted the semen into your carrier so that it stayed safe. You crawled promptly into the bed with him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you so much Hoonie, I had no idea how I was going to get the-"

"What about my payment princess?" Sunghoon's whispered growl in your ear left you crumbling.

His touch left your skin burning in desire for more and before you could even catch a breath his hands grabbed your legs and you find yourself wrapped around his waist. Your hair was soft between his fingers and as he gently pulled it, you let out a little groan. 

"Hoonie–" you whimpered, feeling a blush creep up to your cheeks.

He loved seeing you like that, confused, embarrassed, submissive, and highly aroused. Holding your gaze for another moment, he rubbed his hand over your wet folds, gathering your slick on his palm. When he finally bent a finger and slipped it between your lower lips, he watched you closely, and as a soft squelching sound rang in his ears, he saw you writhing in discomfort, frowning slightly, but it made him smile at you, and your embarrassment was quickly forgotten.

Holding your waist firmly, Sunghoon flipped you over onto the bed with a rough thump, making you moan at the very sensation of his biceps touching your body.

"So wet for me already?" Sunghoon chuckled, removing your panties slowly, "You're so adorable."

"Shut up." You groaned, feeling embarrased again, "Hoonie, we ran out of condoms, maybe we should-"

"You're on birth control right?" Sunghoon pressed a kiss to your neck, making you mewl when his tip slightly touched your pussy, "You're not leaving this bed until the sheets are either drenched or until you've fainted."

His voice was rough as he lined himself up with your entrance as you panted in anticipation, fingers digging into his back when he finally entered you, moaning deeply at the feeling of your walls starting to clench around him.

The stretch when he enters you burns gloriously, your mouth falling open in a perfect, round ‘O’ of ecstasy. Sunghoon fills you slowly, burying himself to the hilt, so deep that you can practically feel him rearranging your insides.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” he praises.

Discomposed, his voice thickens, rounding the vowels and blurring the ends of his words. Sunghoon rocks his hips one shallow thrust striking a spot inside you that has your vision whiting out, ecstasy buzzing in your heavy limbs.

“That felt good, huh? Yeah. I know, I know,” he soothes, swallowing your whines with wet, deliberate kisses, tongue sweeping every corner of your mouth and teeth grazing your lips.

Your noises grew louder, as did the wet squelching sounds as your pussy fluttered around him, muscles clenching, a burning warmth gathering inside you. You sank your nails into the old wood, holding on for dear life as his pelvis smacked against your cushioned ass in quick succession.

 “Can’t you handle it, baby?” Sunghoon looked at you with pity, "Is it too much for your pathetic pussy?"

“I can-fuck, I can—handle it.” you whimpered. You clearly, could not handle it.

His own grunts filled your ears, adding to the tension building up in your belly, those deep vibrations pushing you right over the edge.

"Hoon-I—ah FUCK!"

You cried out when your walls clamped around him, that tight coil within exploding into a thousand tiny lights that made your entire body convulse against him. He felt your orgasmic contractions, and despite the soreness in his leg, he kept fucking you through your release, your juices helping in easing your tight passage, but he still strained to keep his rhythm. His fingers dug into your soft skin, and he felt a bead of sweat running along his temple.

That unlocked something inside of him. While he still held you, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he could reach, he slammed into you, forcing your small body to jerk in his arms with each thrust. He grunted and moaned, nearly panting, as he crammed himself inside of you.

It doesn’t take long for your next orgasm to build up, releasing it with a silent cry as you unintentionally dig your fingers into Sunghoon's back causing him to groan in your ear in pleasure. He keeps his thrusts consistent as you begin to leak around his cock and onto the blanket beneath you. There’s no doubt you’ll have to change the bedding later. 

All you could do was bury your head in his chest until with one more thrust, he pushed into you, unloading pump after pump of cum. Afterwards, he slumped down, slowly dragging his cock out of your stuffed cunt, leaving you empty and internally screaming at the intoxication of the burn.

"Shit-" Sunghoon plopped down on the bed, next to you. Both of your chests rose and fell in unison, as you managed to steeply catch your breath.

A moment of calm silence arose before-

"Does your professor need any more sampler or...?" Sunghoon asked, eliciting a laugh out of you.

"Nope, just the one." You chuckled at his unseriousness as he pulled you in for cuddles.

"You're changing the sheets this time Hoon."

"Damn it."

Bonus

"So you did the oogey-boogey with him?"

"Yunjin!"

#sunghoon smut #park sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon hard thoughts #sunghoon hard hours #park sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon fanfic #park sunghoon x reader #enhypen #enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen × reader #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enha hard hours #enha hard thoughts #enhypen smut imagines #enhypen smut reactions #enha smut imagines #enha × reader #kpop smut #riddhi's event

[angelwingtrap]

Speaking as an older sister.... asha SHOULD get to kill ramsay mhmm. That last scene in her adwd ch destroys me every time

Yess erghhh it makes me want to gnaw on a weirwood. And uh can I get a lil wild and ramble? So the series will probably end with the bittersweet “everything has been decimated and now we will pick up the pieces” thing. Asha and Theon’s stories are already a microcosm of that. They’ve both been put through the meat grinder and are figuring out what to do next. Killing Ramsay would give some much needed finality to this transitional period in their lives. I’m picturing Asha, when the fighting is done, seeing Ramsay dead and thinking: “this, at least, is over.”

Asha’s story is about dismantling the cycle of violence that has plagued her people for centuries, and yknow tackling how the selfish desires of men born out of desperation perpetuate war and death. She HAS to put an end to the violence between the Iron Islands and north. They’ll need each other come the wintertime. (But Asha has to accept the burden of her people’s crimes, and cannot outrun responsibility to have adventures. She must confront her own ignorance and selfish ambitions to save her people.) Theon is similarity tasked with disrupting the person-to-person cycle of violence and abuse that stems from the Greyjoy’s history. Ramsay is the sort of boogey-man that encapsulates everything in Theon’s life that led him to taking Winterfell. (The abuses he inflicts on Theon are VERY pointedly references to his previous life experiences imo!!!)

Asha has been reflecting in ADWD on how broken and beaten her family has become, she thinks her brother is lost for good. When they reunite, Theon is very much so still in Ramsay’s clutches mentally. Asha can do very little for her brother, or her family. She feels utterly powerless. But killing Ramsay? She can at least try. She isn’t afraid to die, but she isn’t ready to die for just anything. She truly wants to do something right in her life. (A post I made abt her logic behind requesting Theon be given to the tree here) Taking the north only caused more pain and loss, it didn’t bring her people a new age of glory. “Killing” Bran and Rickon did nothing to heal Alannys’s sorrows over Maron and Rodrik, just passed them to Catelyn. (See: Ellaria Sand’s monologue about “where does it end?”) but I think this is one death that truly could end so much suffering.

Okay I don’t know if this was coherent at all but I have so many squeelings (squid feelings) about the squiblings (squid siblings)

#thanks for the ask ahah #theon greyjoy #asha greyjoy #asoiaf meta

[jexvex]

{⚜️Warning: Horror and other uncomfortable topics⚜️}

Vital Virus

Xisuma had called a meeting amongst all Hermits, something important had to be discussed. It was a new world, everyone assumed it would be the average meet up with new rules being given.

They thought incorrectly.

>Xisumavoid< I need you ALL to stay indoors and not let ANYONE in your bases for some time. Hermits, we need to stick to our name.

>TinFoilChef< Deal

>ImpulseSV< lol the hermit hermits

>Keralis< Sweetface, is that our only rule this season?

>Grian< That seems so counterproductive for pranks and entertainment! =(

>TangoTek< Hold on WHAT?!

>Hypotized< wack, why

>Bdouble0100< WOAH WHY?!!?!!! IS SOMETHING CRAZY HAPPENING?!?!

>Cubfan135< Are you worried about the flu? Lol

>Docm77< Probably lol

>EthosLab< I call dibs on taking camp in the end

>TangoTek<HEY I WAS GOING TO DO THAT

>EthosLab< gg

>FalseSymmetry< we aren't even allowed to spar?

>GeminiTay< wait why can't we interact with eachother after this?

>GoodTimesWithScar< WAIT THAT'S BAD FOR BUISNESS

>Grian< A bit better for your lifespan too lol

>GoodTimesWithScar< HEY lol

>ijevin< Scar's right for once, real bad for buisness. Guess we won't have a shopping district this season???

>Iskall85< Don't like that

>JoeHills< Uh oh?

>MumboJumbo< Xisuma please tell us why, my anxiety is eating me alive as we speak!

>PearlescentMoon< Wait wait we need to stop spamming the communications to see when he responds first!!

>Rendog< This is the opposite of cool dudes

>StressMonster101< Guys stop

>VintageBeef< Oh I can do that easy. Tinfoil and I got that down

>XbCrafted< Yeah we know that but shhhhh

>Welsknight< What is even going on anymore?? Lol??

>ZedaphPlays< Oh this is going to be interesting!!!

>ZombieCleo< LOL

>PearlescentMoon< GUYS SH, XISUMA PLEASE CONTINUE

The communications go silent from all the buzzing notifications after some time. Xisuma was taking his time typing despite the urgency and tensity now spread in the air.

>Xisumavoid< It is a sickness, yes.

>Cubfan135< Knew it

>Docm77< Not that bad

>Xisumavoid< Men. Allow me to continue.

Silence yet again before another response.

>Xisumavoid< Not the flu. Not the cold. Worse. The Boogey Virus. Don't laugh. It sounds like a silly name, I know. This should be taken seriously despite the name. Someone soon will be infected. I don't have any control over it. Something followed us here.

All at once the chat is in a panicked uproar. Scared. Anxious. Using jokes to cope with the serious news. Too much at once.

>Xisumavoid< Please calm down. Take deep breaths. Especially you Mumbo.

>MumboJumbo< I am trying so hard.

>Grian< Count to 4 and slowly inhale and exhale, think about your Redstone contraptions you want to try out soon.

>MumboJumbo< Okay..

>Xisumavoid< Thank you Grian.

>Grian< =)

>Xisumavoid< I need you all to start seperations immediately once I give more information. Keep notes.

>ZedaphPlays< Already on it

>Xisumavoid< Of course you are.

>ZedaphPlays< >:) Notes come in handy!

>Xisumavoid< Right. Especially now of all times. Now listen.

Xisuma breathed in, slow and steady. Shaking. Trying his best to relax. He usually had control over situations just in case. He didn't have control this time. This thought didn't help him.

>Xisumavoid< The Boogey Virus is hard to notice. It takes over instantly. At first you won't be able to feel it. Over time? You will. I am not entirely sure what it will do to you since it affects everyone differently. Though one symptom stays similar. An insatiable hunger and craving to kill. Rules are as follows.. Do Not Interact with ANYONE. You do not know who is infected until they act up. Do not let anyone in your home. All of us may be friends, however, this virus affects the brain.This season we were just going to have different amount of lives, but the death would be permanent when you get to your last life. This virus with this challenge really doesn't mix well. Please stay safe.I want you all to spread out Immediately.

The communications were completely silent after that. Everyone running off in different directions at top speeds or at least to the best of their ability. Listening to Xisuma without any sassy or snarky joke. There was still respawn mechanics but no-one knew their amount of lives. Not even Xisuma.

They would be treating this world as if it were a hardcore one.

Chef bunked on the side of a mountain, digging into it immediately. Wels a starter cobblestone castle on top of Chef's mountain. Hypno was laughing as he waved to them both, right across from them he made a small cobblestone house.

Grian made rush at a treehouse near the jungle. Scar was doing the same yet more detailed, farther away from Grian.

Mumbo was making an underground bunker. Much like a panic room. Away from ALL hermits. He wouldn't be sleeping.

Jevin had begun an underwater glass dome base. Xb accidentally made an underwater base that looked like an anemone near Jevin's glass dome.

Gem was making a starting cabin in a flower biome, Stress was making a wooden house shaped like a carved rose nearby.

Iskall stuck to a snow biome to make an igloo. Making a goal to make as many farms as possible while making friends with the polar bears.

Xisuma made haste on a start of an ender dragon skull base out of stone for now. Keralis kept a modern look to his base, farther from Xisuma but still close enough to see him through a window.

Pearl made a crescent moon inside of a mountain, way farther than most hermits ran.

Cleo went to find an underwater ship wreck to tidy it up, making it her starter base.

Bdubs sheered a bunch of trees to make a humble bush home.

Zed was mining for iron to make his base an underground lab later on, though at night he would sleep in a dirt hut.

Doc just made a dirt hole in the side of a mountain that would fit a bed. He had bigger plans for a broken goat horn base. Shattered peices of skull around.

Cub had started to make a panda sanctuary out of jungle wood, he would just be sleeping on a bed in the middle of them. 'emotional support pandas' he joked. Halfheartedly.

Ren had gathered so many wolfs, turned them into dogs and gotten armor. Paranoid. He didn't have a base yet. He wouldn't sleep yet. His base idea was a giant doghouse as a bit.

Beef had taken over a nice village to live among them. Trading with them already. Felt like home. If he couldn't interact with the other hermits, he wanted to befriend the villagers.

Joehills was doing a bit and made a hobbit house in a hill. Joehillshill she called it.

Impulse decided to set himself loose in the nether, making a base near his portal. Nether brick house. Meaning he called dibs on the nether. Tango followed after Impulse. Despite Impulse calling dibs, Tango went to find the fortress, making camp inside it. These two did not have to worry about beds.

Ethos didn't sleep until he found the stronghold, making home in the library. Reading would be his sanctuary for his sanity during these times.

False made a hammock on a tree to sleep in. She was planning on making a huge training grounds along with a mideval times cottage. All in a nice spruce biome.

>Xisumavoid< Everyone set up? Spread out?

>Keralis< GASP!! PRINCESS!! Take us out to dinner first!!

>GoodTimesWithScar< LOL NICE ONE

>MumboJumbo< Keralis!! You're worse than Scar

>Grian< lol

Everyone started to loosen up once they followed directions, felt more safe. Keralis's joke seemed to lighten up the mood even more. Stress snorting out laughter at it, Iskall too. Xisuma rolled his eyes affectionately.

>Xisumavoid< Everyone set your spawns. Get some rest, don't let the Boogey be your pest.

>Iskall85< That joke is worse than diorite.

>Grian< LOL aw c'mon I thought it was good

Everyone hesitated before setting their spawns and getting rest. Everyone besides Tango and Impulse that is.

Next day the communications were empty. It was an uncomfortable radio silence. No death messages. No jokes. All of them were working on their own projects. Busying themselves. Not even Grian spoke. Uncharacteristic.

Another nights rest passed. Another day. More silence. It was making few of them restless.

>Grian< Okay okay I know we aren't allowed to interact with eachother, but does this have to count? It's only through texts!

>GoodTimesWithScar< Finally, I was going to go crazy

>ImpulseSV< The silence wasn't even awkward, just unlike us

>Grian< Xisuma?

There was no answer.

>GoodTimesWithScar< Keralis is Xisuma okay?

>Keralis< He's having a nice well needed rest!

>GoodTimesWithScar< ooOoho after what ;)

>MumboJumbo< SCAR

>Grian< He is so lucky I can't come over there, he is so lucky

>Docm77< I can send some TNT his way

>MumboJumbo< please

>Docm77< On it lol

>GoodTimesWithScar< NOOO

Doc was only giving false threats. All of them speaking as if they always did. Some familiarity. Fear makes people do and say many things.

>Iskall85< Speaking about TNT, I could hook you up with some

>Docm77< How would you get it to me?

>Iskall85< Good question

>Grian< Wait, crazy idea

>MumboJumbo< All of your ideas are crazy

>Docm77< lol

>Grian< true, but, Mumbo remember our messaging system?

>GoodTimesWithScar< ;:) oooo???

>Grian< Scar shut up

>MumboJumbo< Scar shut up

>Iskall85< LOL

>Grian< anyways

>Grian< what if we make a huge messaging system, to everyone? We can still have our shopping district....just in home delivery!

>Keralis< I love it!

>MumboJumbo< That is actually brilliant. The Redstoners and I can get it set up. It'll take time but it won't be impossible.

>ZombieCleo< Yeah about that

>Ijevin< guys not to burst your bubble, but some of us are underwater. That is going to be a lot of tunnels. Who's going to be crazy enough to do that?

At first the chat was about to continue in silence to think. There are plenty of crazy hermits, but who wanted to risk their unknown lives for underground tunneling.

>Bdouble0100< DID SOMEBODY SAY TUNNELING?

>Keralis< Bubbles!

>Grian< PERFECT! Yes, we did! We need a messaging system! You could do the community a big favour with your hobby! After that the Redstoners would go in and set it up. It could be like one big trading system! We can all still interact, just at a distance.

>Bdouble0100< I get to have fun AND help my friends? DEAL

>Grian< Amazing! You're the best!

>Keralis< Of course bubbles is the best! Best eyes and face I know! Well one of them!

>Grian< You always have such a way with words

>MumboJumbo< Such a way indeed!

>ImpulseSV< I can help with the setting up

>TangoTek< same here. We both are in the nether but we can set another camp out on the overworld with you all near our portal.

>ImpusleSV< Yeah! We can be the main shop where you get anything you need from the nether!

>EthosLab< That's a good idea. I can be where you all can get any end items.

>Grian< =D

>Grian< That's the spirit!

>Ijevin< I know a few of us from under the depths can think of a shop too.

>ZombieCleo< You bet we can, we can turn on private messages and get that planned out.

>MumboJumbo< I missed this.

>Grian< Me too buddy, me too.

Everyone seemed to calm down, tension loosened. Bdubs setting out to dig a tunnel from his house to the others. Getting everyone to DM him their personal coordinates. Afterall, he wasn't a stranger. He was a good friend who was only setting a few things up. They were sure Xisuma would love the surprise they were all working hard on. Sure that he would enjoy the effort and high spirits in such a hard time like this.

Days passed. Four more. Nothing but hard work was put into this, the chat was now always full. Lively. Fresh as if the Boogey Virus was just a thought, not a threat at all times. At this point they all had their bases near finished, the Redstoners with the help of Bdubs had a trading system up and running, and things felt back to normal.

The only thing on the back of everyone's minds was an insane urge of curiosity about Xisuma's whereabouts. He was known to dissapear for some time and come back whenever he pleased. That was normal. However, it wasn't normal for him to do so without warning.

>Grian< Hate to be that guy, just kidding I love to be that guy, but Keralis...question!

>Keralis< I am all ears!

>Grian< Have you seen Xisuma? Heard from him? Maybe in your private messages or just saw him passing by? Busy with projects or? It's..been some time! I'm just worried I won't get to see our community project!

>Cubfan135< I was just about to ask the same question actually..

>TinfoilChef< I know I keep to myself but I'm usually sending him messages..not a single of them have gone read or answered..

>Keralis< I haven't seen shishwhammy since the last time I saw him napping! I went to knock on his wall to check on him but no answer!

>Grian< That's no good!

>MumboJumbo< Gentlemen! I'm sure he's just slaving away down in the mines? Too busy dodging creepers to text, maybe give him more time?

>Grian< Yea...YEAH! I'm sure it's that! Creepers are such jokesters.

>Docm77< Watch your next words birdboy

>Grian< Or what?

>Rendog< I'll let the hounds loose, favor for a friend.

>MumboJumbo< As much as I love threats and fighting, I don't think now is the time! All of us are very worried about Xisuma I'm sure.

>Docm77<...

>Rendog< B( yea

>Grian< =(

>Keralis< I miss his perfect face!

>MumboJumbo< You..it's hidden by a helmet.

>Keralis< If you had such big big gorgeous beautiful beautiful eyes like me, you could see his face even with the helmet

>TangoTek< freak shit

>Grian< Excuse me?

>TangoTek< I MEANNN

>TangoTek< Yeah I'm not taking that back, c'mon, it's Keralis I'm talking about here

>MumboJumbo< Language.

>TangoTek< >:|

>ImpusleSV< lol

>Keralis< Aw so rude to me! So mean! So cruel!

>Grian< So foul!

>Keralis< SO FOUL! EXACTLY!

>MumboJumbo< Uncalled for really.

>TangoTek< Aw c'mon guys

>TangoTek< it's TRUE

>Grian< so mean to him and for no reason

>MumboJumbo< So unjust!

>Keralis< UNJUST! You owe me a drink for such mean mean words!

>TangoTek< What?!? Noo , Impulse back me up here

>ImpulseSV< Sorry I can't hear you, I'm busy piglin farming

>TangoTek< ITS TEXT?!!!!!

>ImpulseSV< Sorry can't read

>TangoTek< WHAT

>TangoTek< SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, BACK ME UP HERE

This bit winded up going on throughout lunchtime. Everyone teaming up against Tango, affectionately bullying him for his reactions. His dramatic reactions got them through the day. Apologizing to him by sending over too many pumpkin pies. They all had a laugh about it. Waiting hours for Xisuma to respond. Finally a response.

>Xisumavoid< EVERYONE KEEP IN YOUR HOMES. I MEAN IT. I love the community project but something happened to me. I was out for some time. I didn't catch who the killer was. Whoever it was got me while I was chopping down trees. Meaning I am down a life. Please stay safe.

>Keralis< Sweetface I adore you, but are you so sure we should stay alone? Wouldn't that make us easier targets?

>Grian< Keralis has a point here...You were alone and got killed!!!!! Alone or not we are good as gone! Some friendly teaming up would give more firepower.

>Xisumavoid< And what if even with multiple hermits, there was still a death? That would mean multiple people's lives at stake. I already dislike the thought of ONE life at stake.....

>Xisumavoid< so no. No teams.

>Xisumavoid< Whoever is the Boogey or experiencing side effects, tell everyone immediately. Quarantine yourself. Lock yourself away. Stay self aware.

>Cubfan135< "If you're the killer and you know it clap your hands"

>Docm77< LOL

>Docm77< "If you're the killer and you know it, Simon says tell on yourself."

>Bdouble0100< IT'S ME. I'M THE BOOGEY.

>Keralis< Bubbles!!!

>Grian< That would have been funny if it wasn't so soon..

>GeminiTay< Too soon! If you really are the Boogey, don't come near me please!

>Docm77< "If you're the killer and you know it, pretty please with a cherry on top, don't touch me" <3

>Cubfan135<Lol.

>Xisumavoid< Alright I get it. It sounds insane. I know.

>Xisumavoid< I just don't want any more of you killed off.

>Grian< Wait.

>Grian< Xisuma........

>Grian< If you are telling us the truth..Why didn't we see a death message.

Communications silenced. It seemed to be a running trend.

>Xisumavoid< Wait. There...it didn't show a death message?

>MumboJumbo< Oh dear end.....this is like all my nightmares coming true at once..

>TinfoilChef< Really oddly specific nightmares you are having there bud.

>ZombieCleo< No death messages? At all? That's..we are really out here running blind..

>StressMonster101< A girl is owning up to her name right now

>FalseSymmetry< I'd like to go after the Boogey once we find out who it is.

>Welsknight< I could assist.

>FalseSymmetry< Yess

>Xisumavoid< No..nono. Don't. This just keeps getting worse.

>Rendog< Maybe Grian could open detective services again and find out who it is!

>Grian< :0 OH YEAH!!

>Grian< I can sleuth out the imposter!

>impulseSV< among us

>Grian< LOL

>MumboJumbo< Stop that

>Iskall85< LOL AMONG US

>Xisumavoid< I know this is a stressful time..please take this more seriously. Grian you can find out who it is if you're very confident in your detective skills..though I really suggest against it. You could be the next victim.

>Grian< But think about it! I can also be the one to quarantine the mad man! Or woman! Or nonbinary? Iskall, Joe.

>Joehills< :-)

>Iskall85< Called out

>Joehills< What an ally! :-P

>Grian< LOL

>Iskall85< LOL

Xisuma sighed. Nervous. Locking his door. It seemed he would just have to get wood from the trading system the other hermits made. The Boogey was near by. Bdubs, Keralis, Chef, Wels and anyone else near by. It could be any of them.

>Keralis< There is weird sounds coming from the trading system. Anyone else hear it?

>Xisumavoid< Please don't be pranking me like this right now.

>Keralis< I tell no lie, I would say look into my eyes but you know

>Keralis< No it sounds like rats. As if rats were in the walls.

>MumboJumbo< HATE THAT.

>Grian< maybe it's some chickens?

>MumboJumbo< Grian. I swear. Now is not the time for "poultry man".

>Grian< He's happily retired and married I'll have you know.

>MumboJumbo< I

>MumboJumbo< What?

>Grian< What?

>GoodTimesWithScar< Awkwarddddd

>Iskall85< ^

>MumboJumbo< Nevermind.

>Keralis< Shhh Sweetfaces shhh shh shhhh

>Keralis< Listen.

>Keralis< Listen closely. You will hear.

Everyone paused. Wherever they were they walked to the nearest Trading System railway. Listening. Five minutes go by, no sound.

>StressMonster100< I don't hear anything.

>Keralis< Quiet.

>Keralis< Listen.

>Keralis< It is like heart beat. Patience.

Silence fell again.

On the seventh minute there is a faint sound. Stretching. Squelching. Unnecessarily nerve wreckingly, uncomfortably moist sounds.

>StressMonster101< Nevermind oh my god nevermind

>Keralis< Hear it?

>StressMonster101< Loud and Clear

>Grian< I hear it too

>Grian< Wait how is it everywhere in the tunnel system? Do you think it's just water leaking in? It does sound pretty wet.

>Grian< Scar not a wordd

>Keralis< It is not water.

>Docm77< It is definitely not water.

>ZedaphPlays< Leaking water does not sound like THAT. If your leaks tend to sound like that, my brother in Christ, do I have some news for you!

>MumboJumbo< Let me believe it being water, please let me have this, please

>ZedaphPlays< Woopsies?

>Grian< Fine

>Grian< It's not water.

>Grian< What is it then?

>Bdouble100< Someone should open up a wall or two to find out maybe?

>ZedaphPlays< I could! For science!

>Bdouble100< For science! :D

>Xisumavoid< Don't you "For science!" this.

>ZedaphPlays< Too late! BRB

>Bdouble100< He'll be fine :D

>Keralis< He has the sweet sweet scientific protection!

>MumboJumbo< Scar don't even try it

>GoodTimesWithScar< Oh c'mon!!!!

More playful bickering happened in the background as Zedaph's communicator buzzed softly on his wrist. Fixing his lab coat he walked back over to the closed redstone door that the trading system was behind. Placing a gloved hand on the wall, he ran it by, testing to see if he could feel any vibrations from where the sound was coming from. The sound was paused for now. He waited. 7 minutes, the sound could be heard again. From where he could hear it,he places a hand on the wall. Pulsating could be felt. Like a heartbeat as Keralis said.

"Fascinating..." Soft whispered interest left his lips before he got out his pickaxe. Swinging at the wall to open it up like a greedy child with a cookie jar. Upon opening the wall there was a large crimson red growth along the dirt. "oh... I could use you for samples! I'll just tell the group we just have a little plant overgrowth." Zedaph started to type on his communicator. Unaware to the mass stretching out to him.

>ZedaphPlays< Good news guys! It's just some massive red plant growth! Nothing to be worried about! I'll start testing it right away! BRB

>Xisumavoid< ZEDAPH DON'T.

>Xisumavoid< ZEDAPH!

>Xisumavoid< WHO KNOWS WHERE ZEDAPH LIVES?

>Bdouble100< I do! :D Can I go get him?

>Docm77< That's weird wording

>Xisumavoid< PLEASE GO GET HIM

>Xisumavoid< We don't know what that mass is! Don't touch it! Be safe!

>bdouble100< I will!

Zedaph's ankle was grabbed immediately after he went to get a vial for samples. A forced yelp left him as he tripped. Goggles protecting half of his face from the fall. "..wh-" He tried to get up, dizzy. The grip on his ankle getting tighter. "Oh that's interesting!!!" He chuckled nervously before sitting up more. "Heyy little-big? Guy! Can you let go? Please? I promise I'll take good care of you in my lab!-" More vines escalated up Zedaph's body. Pulling him close to the wall. "Okay how about I just get a sample and call it a day?" The pulling continued. Faster. Rougher. "Wait wait-"

Bdubs tore through Zedaph's trading system door with a netherite pickaxe. "Hiii Zed! Knock knock!"

"Oh bubs! Thank goodness! Can you help me with this? I can get a sample and I'll get you some resources in my chest for helping!" Zed sounded desperate. Smiling to see a good friend come to help.

Bdubs walked out of the door, shadows falling behind him, light showing his appearance much better. His award winning smile wasn't there. His eyes were still the big ones he was known for. Yet different. Red and white. His pickaxe was now held at a more threatening angle to Zedaph's neck. His smile making an appearance again as he kneeled down lower to give Zedaph a better look at his face. Red vines were shown so strongly over his face among his golden freckles. Grown out as if they were his own veins.

Zed got pale. "...My good best friend bubss- You aren't here to help are you?"

"Aw,you were always so smart! No I AM here to help. Just not YOU."

Zed grew more pale, as if he were the one sick, not the other way around. "Were?"

"Past tense silly. Since you too will be past tense. Buh bye!"

A couple swings left the man on the ground dead. Body being dragged off into the walls. Everytime he respawed, four times, he was killed in a different way with the netherite pickaxe. None of the deaths being called out.

Bdubs's smile was now back, teeth sharp. Holding Zedaph's communicator.

>ZedaphPlays< Like I said, nothing to worry about! The sounds will be gone soon!

>MumboJumbo< That's a relief! I can get some sleep knowing that.

>Xisumavoid< You really had us worried there.

>ZedaphPlays< All thanks to your help, Bdubs was able to come get me. If anyone else needs help, call for him. Really helpful.

>Xisumavoid< I'll keep that in mind!

>Grian< Good job buddy!!!

>Keralis< Beautiful bubbles!! Very beautiful job!

The chat flooded with positive feedback towards Bdubs. Unaware of his work.

>Bdouble100< Aw thank you guys, you're making me all red faced.

He couldn't stop giggling to himself at his little inside joke. Going around Zedaph's base and looting it for anything that would come in handy with his hunger for death. Only to not care for any of it, stepping inside the wall and replacing it as if it wasn't broken in the first place.

The day was coming to an end and Bdubs new life goal was coming to a beautiful start.

He was going to help all of his friends.

#hermitcraft #jexvex #jexywrites #Vital Virus #Pt 1 #I had to fix some spelling errors be patient with me

[mizumech]

My thoughts on Traffic-Life Grian and the Watchers (Part 1 I guess I’m pretty sure the Watchers are here to stay)

So.

Xelqua seems to be an alternate way to say ‘Xelhua’, a giant (haha) from a Dominican friar’s retelling of Aztec mythology who escaped the flood by…

Climbing a mountain?!?!?!?

Xelhua is surnamed as ‘the Architect’, which might be why cc!Grian chose this name at first.

Interestingly, the retelling says that he attempted to build a tower that would reach the sky and that the Gods were angered, attempting to strike him down by fire, killing many of the men working on the tower.

Sound a tiny bit familiar?

Somehow, this is still applies in later seasons.

Even worse (or better), this tower is later dedicated to Quetzacoatl. Quetzacoatl is the feathered serpent, God of Light.

Light. Scott. Light.

No fricking way.

Quetzacoatl is sometimes attributed to justice, which I’ll come back to later.

~ Grian’s well known for killing his allies. Scar, Bigb, Jimmy, Joel, the list goes on.

He’s hungry for victory and desperate for survival, as opposed to Scott, who’s just too nice to kill and has more than one brain cell at any one time.

Even though he never does this on purpose, to my knowledge (mizumech is not a Grian main), he’s only been conscious of this while in the action of doing so once. That time was the time he won.

Every time after that, he’s no longer at the average. He starts LLSMP on 2 lives and is paired with Scar on DLSMP. These may be considered ‘disadvantages’, as perceived by himself.

If anything, the Watchers are cautioning him. This is the storm before the fire. They’re warning him that life is precious, that he is not invulnerable. They are in control. Their will be done.

In LimL, he is in control. He allots time and takes time based on kills. Time and victory is just out of reach. He is always reaching, for the sun, for wins, for time.

He has never been able to allot himself boogey time. He was only meant to watch.

And yet, we must consider, that in this server’s final hours, death is permanent until the next game.

He is in control, and the people around him are all vulnerable and close to death. His fingers must press the button. He has eyes but he cannot stop.

It is his instinct. He must. He is Xelqua.

He is Grian.

~

Outside the border of LimL is a desert. A village, too.

Grian apparently escapes this border from Etho’s PoV, of which I have not yet confirmed accuracy (Maybe I was just hallucinating, I have dreamed of Life episodes before. Weirdest stuff ever.)

And the Watchers are letting him. They’re showing him that he will never escape the desert.

The desert sands shift like his foggy memory, but it still comprises a dune.

And through the border, some of that hunger for knowledge is sated. But he as a watcher knows deep down that it will never do the real thing justice.

~

Speaking of justice, we come back to Quetzacoatl.

Feathered Serpent.

Scott never received the justice the Watchers served Grian. He just fell out of the world.

Funny tidbit, Quetzacoatl brought back the human race by going to the underworld and injuring himself!

He also has a twin brother who is the ‘evil’ version of him called Xolotl. (Xornoth, anybody?)

But I digress.

He’s associated with new and improvement, the same way Xelqua is a name of old and Grian is a new one.

Grian. Sun?

That’s the reason why Scott’s the stars and Grian’s the sun, after all.

And so he is reborn. Every life. He is Xelqua, enemy of the light. He is Grian, the light. He is Watcher. He is Player.

He is of the desert. And he has never left.

#trafficblr #watcher grian

[lostcybertronian]

Hunting the Boogeyman

Protective!Michael goes feral courtesy of @blackswanx7

Also tagging @takethepainawaybae

Trigger warnings for blood, gore, explicit violence, death

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“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” 

    “Don’t be a baby.” Heather casts a playful glance at you. “It’s not like we’ll actually find him.”

“Unless you believe Laurie Strode,” remarks Tommy, mumbling around a mouthful of chocolate. 

    “She’s nuts.” Heather brushes him off with a wave of her hand and a toss of her springy, black hair. “The Boogeyman isn’t real.”

    Is she trying to reassure you? You can’t say for sure. “If he’s not real, then why are we looking for him? We should go back to the party. Or go home.”

    “No way!” Heather’s eyes flash. “For one, we are not going back to that lame-ass party. Two, my kids are with the sitter tonight. I’m not going home unless there’s an emergency.”

    Tommy nods his approval and pulls a fun-sized packet of M&Ms from the pocket of his black-and-white striped prisoner costume. “Guess we’re going Boogeyman hunting.”

    “There was a guy, though. He inspired the Boogeyman myth. M-something. Michael? Michael something.”

“Michael Myers,” you say absently.

“Yeah,” says Tommy, “Michael Myers, the rando crazy guy. I heard he killed, like, five people. Scary for sure, but not supernatural or anything like that. That’d be crazy.”

“Definitely,” Heather agrees.

The three of you continue to walk, fallen leaves crunching beneath your feet. No more trick or treaters run wild through the streets, filling the crisp Halloween air with excited shouts and screams. Above you, a new moon graces the sky with its absence. The streets are lit only by the occasional street lamp. 

No sign of the Boogeyman anywhere; no sign of his Boogey-ish activities, either. Your phone claims it's well past midnight, and you’re starting to shiver beneath the flimsy material of your cowboy costume.

“The park?” Heather suggests, after a half an hour or so of wandering the near-empty streets without so much as a glimpse of Michael’s pale mask. You wonder where he is, but you don’t worry; Michael is more than capable of taking care of himself.

You shrug, but nonetheless go along with them when they turn down Third street, heading toward the park. The chain link fence shines under the yellow glow cast by the street lamps and your breath fogs the air in front of you.

It’s not long before you find the body.

“What the fuck-” Heather stops dead in her tracks. Tommy all but collides with her, swearing. “What the fuck, Hea-”

He notices it too, his jaw falling open and his eyes widening.

The corpse’s head is impaled, the blunt, silver pole emerging into its mouth and distorting its expression into a horrific grimace. The rest of its body dangles behind the fence, the bright colors of its devil’s outfit stark and soaked through with blood. 

“Oh my god.” Heather jerks back, her mouth a wide “O” of surprise. “Oh my- oh my god.”

Tommy whips out his phone. “We need to call the police.” He taps the screen. It doesn’t light up. He taps it again. Nothing. “It’s dead. Heather?”

“I left mine at home.” She hugs herself, arms wrapping tight around her leopard-printed leotard. “No pockets.”

They both look to you; twin pairs of eyes, pupils small, too much white. Eerie. 

You hold your phone up. “Dead.” A lie.

“Well, what should we do?” Heather looks anywhere but the body. Looks at Tommy. Looks at you as you study the ground and the trail of blood leading toward the park. Trees loom in the near-distance. You think you hear noises.

You open your mouth to speak when a scream rips open the night, shrill. It cuts off suddenly, but its echo remains. Following it are more shouts. Gunshots.

You run.

    Heather and Tommy call your name. Are they running after you? There’s no time to tell. No time to think; your breath comes hard and your heart pounds in your ears in time with your pounding feet. Concrete turns to dying grass and pine needles. The shouts grow louder; deep voices. Men’s voices. They swear and jeer.

    Your blood runs cold when you see him. Michael, surrounded by people, silhouetted by the bright bounce of half a dozen flashlights. He lashes out as they circle. As they gesture with bats and crowbars and guns. His blade catches one of them in the arm, and the man’s scream almost drowns out the chanting of the others’. 

    Bam! A shot. Michael jerks back as blood spurts from his right shoulder. The knife goes flying. 

    Crack! Someone steps forward, swinging a baseball bat in a high arc that strikes him in the back of his head. Michael goes down to one knee. Collapses completely as he’s struck again.

    Before you know what you’re doing you're lurching into a run. Into a sprint. Slip and almost trip on loose pine needles and leaves damp from the last rainfall. You barge through the crowd of people. Plant yourself between them and him. Your chest heaves; fear makes your breath come in stuttered gasps.

    What are you doing?

    Behind you, Michael doesn’t move. Looking at him now, you can see the blood soaking through his blue jumpsuit, oozing from holes in the fabric. It makes your chest constrict and your eyes water.

    “Hasn’t he had enough? He’s defenseless-” The words are hardly out of your mouth when something punches through your left shoulder. You don’t feel the pain at first; the blood spraying from the wound is the only thing telling you there’s a wound at all. The force of the impact shoves you forward; you fall. Hands and knees, elbows locked. Something cracks in your left wrist.

    Now comes the pain. Searing through your shoulder. Overwhelming. Black crawls at the edges of your vision, then overtakes it completely. You collapse to the blood-soaked ground, cheek pressed to the grass. You think you feel Michael stir beside you. Think you hear gunshots and shouts. But you’re not sure. Unconsciousness sucks you under.

Michael

    stirs.

    His fingers brush something soft. Something fabric that is not grass or leaves or blood. He lifts his head to see you sprawled, unconscious and bleeding.

    The panicked murmurs of the crowd do not register. Nor does his heavy, labored breathing. All sound cuts out of his world.

Michael

    rises. 

    Snatches the bat that comes arcing toward him. Wrenches it from the hands of the short, heavyset man holding it. One swing shatters his skull. He goes down. Another swing and the man next to him collapses, dropping his revolver to the ground without firing a shot. Blood and brain matter and bits of bone smear the grass. Smears his jumpsuit. Smears the mask.

Michael

    slaughters.

    He doesn’t have a knife but that doesn’t mean he isn’t deadly; he’s done far more with less than a simple, wooden bat. Maybe a minute passes before there’s no one left standing. No one left alive. Only then does he let the bat clunk to the gore-soaked grass. Only then does he hear his own breathing, loud in his ears.

    Only then does he look at you and find that you are awake and that you are staring at him with wide, glazed eyes, breaths coming in shallow pants. Your pale face is splattered with blood and viscera that gleams wetly under the focused beam of a fallen flashlight.

    Rustling. To his left. He steps, putting himself between it and you-

    “Please!” A woman dressed in a leopard-printed leotard and fake cat ears stumbles from behind a bush, struggling against the prison inmate clutching at her arm. “Don’t kill them!” 

    Kill them? He tilts his head. Starts toward them, but pauses when a hand brushes his ankle. Weak fingers snag at the hem of his jumpsuit.

    “Michael.” Your voice is small. Breathy, like you’re struggling to get air in and out of you. “They’re my friends,” you whisper. “Please leave them alone.”

    Your friends? Michael’s attention shifts back to them; both have frozen, like deer in headlights. They’re your friends; it explains why they placed themselves in his path to try and save your life. 

    He itches to kill them. It would be so simple; a mere three paces and the satisfying snap of the neck. You belong to him, after all. And no one else.

    But your grip on his pant leg tightens, and even he can’t fix bullet wounds. So he steps aside to allow them unobstructed passage to you, choosing to hover close enough to intimidate. 

    “Oh my god, Tom, they’ve been shot!” Heather drops to her knees beside you, helping you roll onto your back so she can press a hand to the oozing wound on your shoulder. “We need to get you to a hospital. We need to-” she glances around, paling as she seems to take into account the surrounding carnage, then lowering her voice to a whisper- “we need to call the police.”

    “My phone.” With a hiss of pain, you manage to move your uninjured arm, slowly pulling your phone from your costume pocket. 

    “It’s not dead,” Tommy mutters, but Heather elbows him and shoves it into his hands. “Call 911.”

    She looks up at Michael, who continues to track your every movement. “The police are coming,” she tells him, her voice quivering. “Whether you like it or not. They’re going to track you down.”

    His fists clench at his sides. He takes a step forward, towering over her. Heather’s mouth opens and closes, and Tommy retreats, casting furtive glances at them as he murmurs quietly and quickly into the receiver. 

    “Go, Michael.” It’s your voice that stops him from twisting Heather’s head around. His mask tilts toward you, and you manage a weak smile, chest shuddering. “I’ll be fine.”

    He stares at you, ignoring the frantic, confused exclamations of your friend and the sirens approaching in the distance. He stares at you and breathes, now feeling the sting of bullets and a mute throbbing at the base of his skull. 

    He stares at you for a moment longer, then turns and walks deeper into the park, disappearing into the cold Halloween night.

#michael myers x reader #protective!michael myers #michael myers #halloween (2018) #halloween kills #lostandwandering #my writing #lost writing tag #horror #angst #hurt/comfort #tw blood #tw gore #tw physical violence #tw death #tw gun use

[imperiuswrecked]

Reading the Way of X #1 preview and I just want to say this comic looks like it will be really good. However I do want to point out a couple of things that I feel should be pointed out

Professor X awakens from a bad dream and mentally talks to Kurt who offers him some support, asking if he wants to talk about it, he mentions how people seek comfort after death and Professor X throws that back in face saying "mutants have conquered death"

First of all fuck you Xavier

Second of all I bring this up because in the next scene we have Blink and Loa pressuring Pixie who has not done the whole "I drank the Kool Aid and think Death is great!" Somg and dance by being killed and resurrected on Krakoa.

Once again, this whole concept is fucked imo, and I really hope this snippet means we will get some insight into this subject throughout the series. Another thing I want to point out is back in Amazing X-Men (2014) #5 Kurt is brought back to life after being in heaven after his death.

We see him and Logan speaking, Kurt internally reveals to the readers that he sold his own soul as a price to come back to life to save the souls of others.

This subject, and the fact in Nightcrawler (2014) #10 Kurt was fatally stabbed, and then after a short trip into limbo, he reawakens fully healed, meaning he possibly has immortality now was never brought up or addressed in depth since that time, perhaps this writer who claims to be a big Kurt fan, might address how Kurt's past is effecting him today.

I'm not sure, just speculating but I would love to see this this addressed because it's a huge part of Kurt's life, and Kurt's religon/soul/concept of not having a soul is very important to him as a character.

(Also side note: I'm really REALLY annoyed with how Wanda is being portrayed as what? A Karen? A boogey woman? This throwaway line is grinding on my nerves, as is the whole "Wanda is a fake and we hate her" mentality from Krakoa. Also worrying is totally sapiens? Mutants can have worries too you know. I don't know this DJ character so I'm reserving judgement about him till I learn more.)

#nightcrawler #kurt wagner #way of x #xmen #marvel comics #comic talk #the comic isnt even out yet and here i am posting think pieces

[hozier-mp3]

destiel au fic recs?

Oh yes.

Once upon a time I made a post of every single one of my Fic Recs, and I’m especially fond of AUs, so I give you a list of just, solely, AU fics.

Let me start with my shameless self promotions. (They’re actually full of shame I’m sorry but those are my three AU fics I’ve written.

Alright, time for the real ones. *cracks knuckles*     A Million Ways To Go by ChasingRabbits on AO3 - Castiel Novak is a preacher's son living in a world of black and white. Pragmatic and dutiful, he doesn't understand why anybody would want to make waves.Then the Winchesters move in down the street. Soon many of the skeletons in the Novak family's closet are exposed, and as the family faces them, Castiel begins to understand that there are many ways to see the world and so many more ways to live than what he's been told. - This is one of the few fics I’ve reread. The summary pretty much covers it, though, so I’ll let that one speak for itself.

Word Count: 91,079

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1086183/chapters/2185029

Smiling Out Of Fear by thepinupchemist on AO3- Castiel Novak is a product of the system, having gone through too many foster homes since the age of seven. At fourteen, he lands himself in Sugar Lane Mobile Home Community under the care of Missouri Moseley. There, he meets one Dean Winchester. A story about teenage hooligans, growing up, and finding a home. - Okay, I’m not going to say anything other than the fact that thinking about this fic literally makes me almost start crying happy tears. I adore it. (I pretty much recommend everything thepinupchemist has written, but I haven’t gotten through it all yet.)

Word Count: 117,494

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1007755/chapters/1998660 25¢ Pocket Guardian Angels by hopelessheathen on AO3- Dean walks into his local bank one day and notices that someone has filled the old gumball machine with these tiny, wiggling, sentient angels in individual plastic packaging. Deeply concerned about their air supply and the fact that they're trapped there in the sun, he starts pumping in quarters to rescue them. This is worse than leaving a dog in an overheating car. Now he's got forty of the little guys running all over his house, and god knows how many others might be trapped and dying all over the city. - I love this. I could read it three times a day and still get a smile on my face. It’s just a little one shot, but it’s worth the time it takes. Word Count: 13,325

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6359713 

Burden by riseofthefallenone on AO3 - Mutants are considered second class citizens, or worse. Discriminated against at every turn, mutants are marked and monitored by The Registry and any deemed too dangerous are taken away to The Facility. It’s no surprise that many try to hide or choose a more permanent way out if a mutation develops. Castiel’s parents hid his mutation and hid him away from the world. He’s grown up with the knowledge that the world will hate him, no matter what he does. If he leaves the house, he can only do it with a long, heavy coat that covers the most beautiful part of him. It takes a pair of brothers to help him really spread his wings and live. - Yet another I adore. If you’ll keep a secret for me, I’m actually not caught up, but I oh so desperately want to be. I’m kind of a sucker for wings in general, though, so that helps.

Word Count: 317,582

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20613731/chapters/48945302

Out Of The Deep by riseofthefallenone on AO3 - Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep. It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep. Castiel should have listened better. - Okay, but holy shit. This was one of the first Destiel fics I read, and it heightened my standards to unbelievable places. I adore it. I could write essays.

Word Count: 488,608

https://archiveofourown.org/works/548878/chapters/977676 True As It Can Be by whelvenwings - Growing up in a small town in Kansas, Dean learned from a young age that there was only one rule that couldn’t be broken, one place he couldn’t go - through the forest, to the long-abandoned Angel’s Hollow. But when Sam disappears, Dean’s left with no choice but to follow his brother's tracks through the dangers of the wood; little does he know that the most dangerous creature of all lurks not among the trees, but in the Hollow itself. Dean sets Sam free, at the cost of his own liberty - and, bound by magic, resigns himself to living out the rest of his days in the Hollow, at the mercy of the being within. The angel of Angel’s Hollow, however, has a story - is a prisoner, too, as much as Dean is. Only one thing can free them both - but it is impossible. For, after all: who could ever learn to love a beast? - This was the first, and last, Beauty and the Beast AU I ever read, but for good reason. I’m scared if I read another, that this one will absolutely shit on it and I won’t be able to enjoy it. I loved this fic very much.

Word Count: 71,952 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11048568/chapters/24631101

Okay, before I even mention the next one, please read the tags. There are quite a few possible triggers and the tags, luckily, have accurate trigger warnings. And, of course, archive warnings. (And, of course, be sure to read tags on the others.) If you have issues with that, just scroll past this one, because the others are fine. (I think/hope so. At least. If you have any issues, please, let me know. I’ll put warnings above those too)

Defiant by thestorygirl on AO3 - Dean Winchester has devoted his career as a police officer to helping angel slaves in any way that he can. He even formed and heads the "Angel Welfare Task Force," which involved him being called to consult on any case involving slaves. This passion stemmed from an incident that happened twenty years previously, when a thirteen year old Dean failed to help his friend Castiel escape being sold to a sadistic owner. Dean had never really harbored any hope of finding his friend. He saw his work as something he did in memory of Castiel, to prevent others from suffering the same fate. But, when called out on a routine case one day, Dean was startled to find that he recognized the victim. - So, usually I avoid the Non-Con archive warning at all. But with this one, honestly, I’m lucky I didn’t. I could seriously write essays on this fic. I’m gonna shut up about it, just because I don’t want to talk too much about it. It’s seriously perfect.

Word Count: 133,352

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2180202/chapters/4771569

Alright back to the ones that don’t quite need trigger warnings.

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster - Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?- I love Cas in this fic, his agoraphobia fits his usual outsider-ness and it’s just all beautifully characterized. I very much enjoy “the only exception” tropes as well, so....

Word Count: 94,054

https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455/chapters/1011747?view_adult=true Four Letter Word For Intercourse by Bendingsignpost on AO3 - As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties. What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right? (It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.) - Holy shit. That’s... that’s really all I can say. Holy shit. Easily made my top five.

Word Count: 194,739

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16086839/chapters/37568591 Now, onto the one I haven’t finished, but like... so far.

Beck and Call by Soupernabturel on AO3 - 1922: Dean Winchester, eldest heir to the Winchester Estate, has a less than orthodox relationship with his servant, Castiel Novak. - Like I said, I haven’t finished it yet, but I’m vastly enjoying it at the moment.

Wow, it was really hard not to include canon ones lol. Anyways, I hope this helps Anon, and I hope you enjoy! I love all these authors, and you should give them all the love!

[thatoperablog]

The Magic Flute by Mozart

About The Magic Flute

The Magic Flute, or Die Zauberflote, composed in German by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart in 1791, is considered to be one of the greatest operas in history. Essentially, it's about a prince trying to rescue the love of his life from a villain, and a silly bird catcher maturing into a man and finding himself a girl. The opera is filled with crazy characters, including spirits, witches, a fierce dragon, a prince and a princess, a queen, a god, and even a weird looking hag. Today, The Magic Flute is the most frequently performed opera world wide -- and once you see it, you’ll know why.

“Don’t Miss This Moment” Moment

“Der Holle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen” (Hell’s vengeance boileth in my heart)-The Queen of the Night’s aria, Act II Scene 3.

An aria is a word used to describe a musical piece written for a solo voice, usually with a distinct melody and an accompanying orchestra. The aria's range is two octaves, and requires a very high tessitura. In case you have absolutely no idea what this means, just imagine someone singing at a pitch that breaks glass. If you enjoy arias, the best recordings of this specific aria are with Lucia Popp or Natalie Dessay. You can check it out on youtube later – do it!

And finally, let the show begin!

Even the Smurfs love it

Characters (in order of appearance)

Tamino- The attractive prince (imagine your celebrity crush) *sigh*

Three Ladies- Servants to the Queen of the Night. The queen is like that girl (insert roommate, popular chick) you hate and the ladies are her minions.

Papageno- Literally the bird man. He catches birds for the Queen of the Night. Basically, he’s a bum.

Queen of the Night- She rules the sky. She can be very mean and is the type of person you do not want to encounter on a bad day.

Pamina- The damsel in distress (a.k.a. princess and daughter of Sarastro, the Sun God, and the Queen of the Night. No big deal.)

Monostatos- The bad guy: chief slave of temple, a.k.a. Sarastro’s right hand man. Oh yeah, and he’s sort of like a slimy rat; insanely creepy.

Sarastro- The Sun god; he is very powerful, very intense. He is like the school- principal, an all-powerful being that everyone has to obey or else they will face death.

Papagena- The bird lady.

   Plot Overview

Setting: A magical land between the sun and the moon.

ACT I

The curtain rises, and Tamino, the handsome young prince enters. He is trying to escape the clutches of a ferocious dragon when the Three Ladies find him. They watch as he has an epic battle with the humongous dragon, eventually slaying it with his sword. Shocked at his own success, Tamino stumbles and faints. The ladies think Tamino is absolutely mind-bogglingly handsome and they fight about who should go gossiping to their ruler, the Queen of the Night, about the brave prince. They decide to tell her together. After they leave, in comes Papageno. 

Just as the prince wakes, still delirious from his spell, Papageno, pompously boasts to him (lying, trying to trick the confused prince), “Oh yeah baby! I killed the dragon. I got that son of a gun!” The Three Ladies enter and accuse Papageno of lying, and decide to place a padlock around his mouth so he can’t speak. Then the three ladies show Tamino a picture of the beautiful Pamina, The Queen of the Night’s daughter. She has been captured by The Queen of the Night’s supposedly evil enemy, Sarastro, the sun god. Despite the fact that Sarastro is her daughter’s father, the Queen loathes him. 

As they are talking the Queen of the Night appears and tells Tamino that if he rescues Pamina, she will allow him to marry her. When she leaves, magical Spirits appear out of nowhere to give Tamino and Papageno the tools they will need soon to save a human life: a golden flute, and a set of chimes. Obviously. 

The two rush to the temple and split up, searching for Pamina.

Papageno finally finds Pamina with Monostatos, an evil man who works for Sarastro, and has a creeper crush on Pamina. When Monostatos sees Papageno, he bolts. Papageno assures Pamina that she is going to be okay. Meanwhile, a priest of the temple chats with Tamino and tells him that Sarastro isn’t really a bad guy, but a noble, wise, trustworthy, sensitive man who most likely enjoys long walks on the beach and candle lit dinners.

As Papageno and Pamina escape, they bump into Monostatos and his men. Papageno begins to play the chimes, and as if by magic, the gang begins to dance in what can only be described as an uncool-in-every-way old people dance boogey down style. This dance ends Act I. What happens next you ask? Keep reading.

ACT II

Act II begins with Tamino and Pamina in the Temple of Ordeals, where their love for each other undergoes a series of tests:

1. Tamino is silenced. He is unable to express his love for Pamina, even when she begs him to speak to her.

2. Pamina is ordered to kill Sarastro with a dagger by the Queen of the Night, (here’s the Don’t Miss This Moment Aria!) but she doesn’t do it. Monostatos attempts to blackmail Pamina by telling her he will tell Sarastro of her intentions if she doesn’t kiss him. However, Sarastro overhears this conversation and forgives Pamina for her mother’s attempt at revenge.

3. Pamina and Tamino have to walk through fire and water. Incidentally Papageno is also tested by what appears to be an ugly old hag who tells Papageno that she is his bride.

It’s really Papagena, Papageno’s perfect match in disguise as a test of his true love. Luckily he accepts her anyway and she turns into a young, beautiful maiden. Papageno’s eyes almost pop out of his skull with delight. Good news for him.

In the final scene, everyone shows great joy because they’ve passed their tests with flying colors. Tamino and Pamina get married, everyone celebrates, and they live happily ever after.

Important to Note:

The finale of The Magic Flute is very uncharacteristic of an opera, since there is almost always a love triangle that results in affairs. These are followed by jealous husbands becoming adulterous murderers, or helpless women killing themselves. The ending of The Magic Flute is filled with happiness, which could be a good reason why its popular--people, especially teenagers, love unrealistically happy endings to everything. 

#opera #art #the magic flute #mozart #yolo #singing #music

[currentfandomkick]

Miraculous Team and Batboys, end of Damian Grasyon day 1

Here’s what i have for the update

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Marinette wasn’t surprised to see Lilia trying to talk to Damian in her seat. Or that he looked ready to kill her.

“And then Damiboo—“

“Hey Lila, I need to do more official welcoming committee things with Damian before class starts. We wouldn’t want him to get caught unprepared for any attacks at Dupont, would we?”

Before Lila could speak up Alya grabbed the girl’s arm and pulled her back to her lair in the back.

“C’mon, we don’t want him to get pancaked then miracle back—you know how much people that are used to it hate that.”

“But—“

“Oh sweet, no lecture today then,” Nino grinned.

Marinette almost rolled her eyes. “I know your haunts, I will get you on a semi-healthy sleep schedule.”

“I am an artist, we say screw sleep.”

“You can be nocturnal and have a sleep schedule Nino.” Marinette paused for a moment. “Or I will revoke morning delivery privileges.”

Nino stiffened.”Got it.”

She turned back to Damian, who held up his phone. “Did all of these really happen?”

Marinette looked at the attacks he had pulled up. “Yeah, just, don’t bring up that one,” Marinette pointed to the Siren video. “The survivors are in therapy and the victims don’t remember for a good reason.” She paused for a moment before saying, “And try not to bring up someone’s akumatazations, it’s a leading cause to re-akumatazation like with this one.” Marinette tapped the first entry on the page, Stone Heart.

Damian nodded, looking over at her once again before continuing his scroll.

“If you have any questions about this or school or classes, I can give you my number. No guarantees I’ll get back that moment, but usually that day. Commissions can eat up time… I’ll check with Sabrina if she’s willing to answer questions too.”

“The class deputy, correct?” Damian asked without looking up.

“Yeah, I’d ask Chloe but she’s in the middle of fighting the school on a few trip schedules for the class and well…”

“I cannot believe they want to cut our time in the gardens Adrikins, can you believe it! It’s ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!”

Damian looked up at her as she sighed. “I’m pretty sure oil and water get along better than you two would.”

Damian nodded and—no she was imagining it. No way that expression happened.

“She’s more tolerable than the other one.”

Marinette hummed at that. “Chloe is the lesser of two evils at any point in time.”

“Oh shut up Dupain-Cheng.”

“Marinette, that isn’t very nice,” Adrien gently reprimanded.

Marinette rolled her eyes openly this time. “Its this or war.”

“Personally, I’d prefer war,” Chloe huffed. “But we have someone to dispose of first.”

“I mean, maybe she’s just got a condition? No need to jump down her throat dudette,” Nino added.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “So what did she screw up on her timeline this time?”

Chloe huffed this time. “The same summer she was with Ali doing “delegation things” she was apparently being wooed by Gotham’s elusive ice prince.”

Marinette snorted at that.

She missed Damian’s reaction, but she doubted it was anything important.

“Okay, so are you all now in agreement that she’s lying?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Told you all Dupain-Cheng was right at the beginning, but did you listen? Nooo.”

Adrien sighed. “I really messed up at first, didn’t I?”

Marinette shrugged. She got why---rock, hard place, and really bad coping mechanisms but… “Kind of.”

“Dudette, thanks again for making sure we all still went into those competitions and stuff.”

Marinette nodded, watching others in the class check the document, minus those in Lila’s sight.

Alix looked ready to clock Lila from her place while Rose was a bit devastated on her end. She winced a bit at those responses. Lila still did deal some damage to the class over the years, even if she did mitigate most of the long term ones.

“Someone has to keep the class afloat.”

“Rude.” Chloe wasn’t glaring. Oh—Chloe was doing her brand of friendship with Marinette now. She’d need to be vigilant for possible Chloe-cling.

“We both know you’d sell most of us for a corn chip,” Marinette added, hoping it might put just the right amount of distance but…

“Obviously, only Sabrina and Adrikins are spared…” she was glad she wasn’t included. “though you’re a bag of corn chips.” Damnit.

“Settle down class, now…” with that class began and Marinette almost groaned because she had an impending civilian Chloe friendship, who is exactly the type to drag you around without listening to any objections.

Once classes were over Marinette checked her messages with Sabrina.

“Okay, so here’s my number and Sabrina’s, any questions you can message either of us. Sabrina is better for procedural things and responds a lot faster than me.”

Sabrina materialized out of thin air and puffed out her chest. “I am the superior organizer.”

Marinette mock-glared at the red-head for that. “You still mess up the joint class schedules.”

Sabrina huffed at her. “You’re the one that they tell everything to.”

“I listen, and follow up. You’re just lucky I forward you guys that monster schedule since you can’t be trusted without supervision.”

Sabrina pouted at that. “Its not my fault Adrien and Kim don’t update theirs.”

Marinette nodded along, wondering if she could escape soon. “Just talk to Kim—I know you hate his sport speak but just ask if he can show up and he’ll check his calendar—I made sure to train him on that before stepping down.”

Sabrina looked at her before going off to do just that, since he yelled something about a new competition and that meant an updated class schedule.

Marinette packed her things then, figuring that Damian was already gone.

“Have a good day Dupain-Cheng.”

If it wasn’t for Chloe being across the room, she would have rolled her eyes. However…

“You too Damian. Again, any questions and me or Sabrina can answer.”

He frowned at her as she stood to leave. Oh, the textbooks!

“The mint page in the orange folder should show you the easiest places to get the textbooks this late into term. I’m guessing you’re not the type to like having to hit the library for required materials, and you don’t look like the type to like sharing textbooks long term. If those don’t work, Sabrina has a pdf for transfers you can download once you get approval to use a laptop or phone in class from Bustier. The form is the second mint page I think, and don’t worry, she approves things like that in a few days.”

Damian nodded. Marinette wondered if she overwhelmed him as she left. Oh well, her classmates were busy and she still had to finish Ali’s commission before patrol or an akuma attack—it was too quiet.

She hoped Damian read over the safety procedures, and sent him a quick text to review those as an after thought as she sent him in English (She hoped she guessed right): It’s been too peaceful for Hawkmoth, and our attacks are usually once every two days.

He read it but didn’t respond. She rolled her eyes as she entered the bakery, noting that Zombie was gone.

“I’ll be upstairs!”

“Before you do, can you make more of your monstrosities? The daycare should be letting out soon…”

Marinette almost sighed. Almost. How much did Zombie have? Apparently all of it.

She rolled her eyes as she made her usual ‘sleep deprived’ set for the regulars and ran upstairs to finish up Ali’s commission. With any luck, she wouldn’t have to stay up all night.

She was almost done, just a few more details when the AkumaWatch went off.

Tikki gave her a look.

“I know, I know.” Marinette grabbed her things for school. “Maman, Papa, I’m going to the Library!”

“Don’t stay till closing this time!”

“No promises!”

She ran off a decent distance before ducking into an alleyway.

“Tikki, Spots on!”

--

Elsewhere Damian had escaped Bustier's "checking in" by taking refuge in the school's library and sent over the information he'd gathered from Dupont and the Ladyblog to Drake first. Who Todd located and then relocated at Dick's request to go over what they'd found and discuss possible investigation avenues into the miraculous and its users.

He didn't like the idea of the 'boogey-man' stories (according to Grayson) of the trinkets holding the power gods being a reality. Especially if the old stories from the League were anything to go by... According to legend, a pair of earrings were responsible for the Lazarus Pitts existence in the first place--and he was weary of the tales of the ring that wiped cities from existence, and the necklace that drove men to madness.

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Hope you enjoyed, and thanks to everyone that’s been commenting and voting on this and the ao3 of the story. Sorry, but Damian getting intrigued beat out Lila exposure by Damian. Instead, we have Class Knows She Lies, but no action plan on that yet... May do various confrontations when we get back to school updates.

Here’s the question for the next update, since its battletime and I get stuck on those for a bit.

Two things: batboys invade the battle or show up at the end when the Miraculous Team are wrapping it up?

and any akuma ideas? I'm debating just having it be gigtitan or pigeonman if its light, or if we're going dark, then a little kid that's being starved for 'bad behavior' regularly possibly turning adults into food, and the Miraculous Team seen at the end both comforting the kid in turns while talking to the police.

light is just simple intro, dark is more a slap in the face for the batboys that this is not Gotham or the Justice League, and gets them to see the whole of the problem more.

@worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @littleredrobinhoodlum @northernbluetongue @kceedraws @pirats-pizzacanninibles @theatreandcomicfreak @daminett4life @catthhay @weird-pale-blonde-person @amayakans @chocolatecatstheron

#maribat #daminette idea au #miraculous team and batboys #my writing

[kurtty-drabbles]

Church au

N/A: Prompts here on Tumblr are gold. This is an AU of AU Church where Kitty/Kate write letters to the vampire believing is all a ruse…is not, my dear Kitty, is not. The vampire is pretty real and into you.

@djinmer4

To say the Church is a presence everyone feels is little to convey the reality people in Ultramar, Genosha, Europa feels (South America, Asia and Africa is free of this reality) and Kitty is a person who never is free of the presence of the Church, in fact, all her parents did along their lives is to quietly run away from the Church.

Kitty Pryde having a gift is reason enough to make the Prydes want to leave Ultramar, as discretely as possible, to Canada, Toronto to be more exact (and is a place who is free of the Church and persecuting of mutants) is Kitty´s Pryde newest home and the woman has no complaints.

Except for the rule saying her power must be a secret. Her parents often told her to cancel and don´t feel her power and Kitty, as a small kid, often obey them, but, as she´s no longer a kid, but a teenager, she has enough of the rule.

“Cancel, don´t feel. Right, is not them who has to deal with being invisible and phasing through anything” Kitty speaks to herself and knowing that complaining and whining is waste of energy, also, Kitty is not a very popular girl and if a mutant can´t make friends with other mutants…then what else she can do?

Maybe, just maybe, that was the mentality that prompts Kitty to pick a pen and a paper and write her feelings to the “vampire” of the Church. Kitty often rolls her eyes at the mention of the vampire is made, to the point is her trademark, the Church loves to overreact on any little thing.

For example, some time ago, the Church swear they had magical milk that would heal any wound, in the end, the Church confessed the RH department exaggerated on the campaign, they wanted children to drink more milk and be healthy, but, they don´t have magical milk.

So, of course, this vampire is their boogey man, behave or else the vampire will get you, still, Kitty wants to participate in the joke. Her school is participating in a program to exchange letters with the Church and her parents can´t say no.

“Dear imaginary vampire,” Kitty read the first sentence and begins to write how he´s not real until she begins pouring her inner thoughts, well, the vampire is not real so there´s no problem. “Mr Vampire, have you ever deal with being invisible?” is the last sentence Kitty wrote and the teen only notices she´s crying as a few tears stained her white paper used.

Whatever. Thought Kitty. Is not like he´s real.

Kitty has 17 years old when she decides to try to control her powers as she ended up phasing through the floor in her school for the last time, some laugh thinking it was a joke on her part(and Kitty has great acting skills) and has the luck to find an underground group that help mutants like her.

(It is a taboo that children at a certain age don´t control her powers and Kitty does not need to add more controversy in her social life)

Back at her place, Kitty receives a letter from the Church, it has been 3 weeks since she wrote for the Vampire, and Kitty was so sure it would be someone from RH writing at her, and she chuckles as it was indeed someone from RH…pretending to be the vampire.

“Dear Miss Pryde, I´m pleased to know you choose me to write this letter, even if you think I´m not real, as for your situation, Madchen, teenagehood is a time to discover and learn. You seem a very smart girl, and I can say soon you´ll be a smart woman and smart woman are worth more than any Stacy or Jennifer,” Kitty giggles trying to imagine someone in the RH pretending to be a vampire. “Now, imagine being a teenager and a vampire? That wouldn´t go well, If you read Twilight, which I hope you didn´t, you would learn that High School forever is a real hell”

“Ok, you have a sense of humour, I like you” Kitty states proudly and somehow the words of the fake vampire seem to cheer her up.

Kitty has 18 years old when she can say she got a friend in this vampire/RH´s guy. They often correspond to letters. His letters often are funny, sometimes a bit sad as this person tells about his background(“Katzchen, I used to be a young vampire in the Szardos care, there´s a word for what I used to be back then…but you mentioned not understanding German and I don´t want you to know vulgar words of my language”)

Their letter goes back and forth and she even asked if he, the German vampire(she still giggles with this) does not have Skype or something more personal to talk. “If you´re a vampire you´ll appear in the screen?” “Of course, Katzchen, that´s just an old cliché people use…as for Skype, We can certainly talk in person, I've got a speech to make in City of Malacar and I´ll be staying here for a few weeks, but, after then we can talk via Skype”)

Kitty didn´t tell him, but, Kitty is in the city of Malacar and using Google she found where the Church will give their speech and the vampire´s word is correct in everything. A representant of the Church named Kurt Szardos will be talking and will stay in the city for a few weeks.

Kitty wants to see him. A part of her does not believe the vampire is real and even fear this person may be up to no good(her parents aren´t absent in her life and know how many men can lure woman with false promises and Kitty is not dumb to believe blindly on letters alone), but, a part of her wants to believe that the person who is writing her is a good person.

A man named Kurt Szardos is there speaking, well, more like making a power point presentation, about the Church and is not how Kitty thought it would be. The man is funny, pleasant and very charismatic(and believes in what he´s saying)

Kitty blinks as his words, his way of speaking resembles the letters a lot. Is him who Kitty was writing? His golden eyes manage to spot Kitty, but, that´s impossible as she´s very meters away in a big room crowded with people.

“Silly me, I must be reading too many stories about vampires” and she sits as Kurt continues his speech, in the end, his speech end and people are leaving to either eat or talk to some of his assistants.

There are food and drinks to anyone who attended the speech, and Kitty looks at the table as people are eating in harmony.

“Katzchen?” the priest asked her with a certain confusion and joy, especially as Kitty face the man. “Is that you?”

“Are you the vampire?” Kitty asked amused, yes, Kurt did mention his looks in his letters, but, seeing in first hand is something completely different. Kurt smiles showing the fangs and Kitty still gives the impression to not believe.

“Still don´t believe in my word?” Kurt asked amused “and what are you doing here?”

“Plot twist! I´m going to stay in this city for a few weeks too. I´m working for my college and I wanted to see you” Kitty answers the last part a bit shyly and Kurt has a fond smile for her.

“Oh, Katzchen, that´s a good surprise” Kurt in his letters did mention he´s a bit of a control freak, but, the man is smiling widely now. “I would love to know more about you, Katzche, please, tell me you haven´t read Twilight?” and this makes Kitty laughs happily as her eyes shine in joy.

“I did, sorry, it was awful, but hey, if anything, you´re way handsome than Edward Cullen” Kitty speaks.

“Well, at least you have good taste” Kurt speaks and offers Kitty to show more of the conference room that the Church is using and even introduces her to the assistants. It was a lovely day for Kitty and Kurt.

Piotr Rasputin is back at the headquarters of the Church, he and Jean-Paul just finish their mission and, of course, their date and Piotr wants to relax and be with friends, luckily for him, his friend Kurt is drinking blood from a goblet that seems to be out of a fantasy novel. Always theatrical that Kurt.

“Kurt, I´m back from the mission and everything went without a problem and you?” Piotr asked and Piotr adds how his date with Jean-Paul went, Kurt did chuckle amused as Piotr is acting like a school girl with a crush, well, Kurt can no longer tease him.

“My day? Well, I did meet the woman who was sending me letters and she´s such a lovely thing” Kurt then drinks more blood and maybe noticing how his words and action may be interpreted “No, this is not her blood, Piotr, you know I don´t do that, anyway, she´s so cute and adorable…I´d enjoy her company and would like her to go to the Church”

Piotr nods and pipes in “But she´s not from the Church and judging by what you told of the letters…she has no real desire to go to the Church” Piotr makes an innocent statement and Kurt smiles maliciously showing his bloody fangs now.

“Oh, that´s what you think, my friend, I didn´t share all the personal stuff, of course, but I know Katzchen would like here much better” Kurt concludes and Piotr does not dare to denial Kurt. If he wants this woman here…she´ll be here.

#church au of au #based on a prompt #kurtty #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #kitty pryde #kurt is a vampire #Kitty does not believe #Piotr/Jean-Paul #kurt!yandere #yandere #a subtle one

[valentinacalvache]

Loose Woman

They say I'm a beast. 

And feast on it. When all along 

I thought that's what a woman was. 

They say I'm a bitch. 

Or witch. I've claimed 

the same and never winced. 

They say I'm a macha, hell on wheels, 

viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone, 

man-hating, devastating, 

boogey-woman lesbian. 

Not necessarily, 

but I like the compliment. 

The mob arrives with stones and sticks 

to maim and lame and do me in. 

All the same, when I open my mouth, 

they wobble like gin. 

Diamonds and pearls 

tumble from my tongue. 

Or toads and serpents. 

Depending on the mood I'm in. 

I like the itch I provoke. 

The rustle of rumor 

like crinoline. 

I am the woman of myth and bullshit. 

(True. I authored some of it.) 

I built my little house of ill repute. 

Brick by brick. Labored, 

loved and masoned it. 

I live like so. 

Heart as sail, ballast, rudder, bow. 

Rowdy. Indulgent to excess. 

My sin and success- 

I think of me to gluttony. 

By all accounts I am 

a danger to society. 

I'm Pancha Villa. 

I break laws, 

upset the natural order, 

anguish the Pope and make fathers cry. 

I am beyond the jaw of law. 

I'm la desperada, most-wanted public enemy. 

My happy picture grinning from the wall. 

I strike terror among the men. 

I can't be bothered what they think. 

¡Que se vayan a la ching chang chong! 

For this, the cross, the calvary. 

In other words, I'm anarchy. 

I'm an aim-well, 

shoot-sharp, 

sharp-tongued, 

sharp-thinking, 

fast-speaking, 

foot-loose, 

loose-tongued, 

let-loose, 

woman-on-the-loose 

loose woman. 

Beware, honey. 

I'm Bitch. Beast. Macha. 

¡Wáchale! 

Ping! Ping! Ping! 

I break things.

Sandra Cisneros

#sandra cisneros #loose woman #chingona

[maryspider]

Devo- Jocko Homo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5JdS-sSKsBc

The art piece that I decided to focus on was the video Jocko Homo by Devo, an experimental rock band that came to fruition in 1973. This music video was created in 1976, 5 years before music videos started to gain popularity over the television network, MTV. These pioneering artists emerged in a new wave of punk music, and their video art reflects their departure from the norm. As the title implies, Jocko Homo (meaning monkey man) explores de-evolution, the descent into more primitive and unrefined human forms. In its defiant lyrics as well as its absurd imagery, it suggests that humans are creatures that have committed horrible atrocities and in turn are de-evolving from a more natural state. Many events and other works had inspired the artists into creating this song, notably the shootings at Kent State University and the film “Island Of Lost Souls” from where the line “Are we not men” was used. The absurdity of inhumane experiments, crime, wars, slavery, and many more events show that even with the supposed evolution of mankind, from apes to humans, ignorance and degeneration were still rampant, if not more than our primitive selves. The beginning of the video starts with someone in a clown mask and jumpsuit, named Boogey boy, speaking to his military official father. This figure then explains that the suppression of information concerning the de-evolution of mankind (and every mutant alike) will finally be revealed to the masses. Certain imagery in the music video, including the writhing body bags and the medical uniforms surrounding these figures, expand on this theme of experimentation and a lack of humanity as well as a lack of compassion for those suffering. This video is a critical stance on governmental affairs, including the military, the suppression of information, medical fields that comply with those with nefarious goals, and so on. It suggests to the audience that we are not as elevated and noble as we think we are, and it urges those watching to consider their own reality and to think outside of what they are told and instead what human nature has shown. Dancing, singing, and aesthetically pleasing imagery such as bright neon lights go along with this video to appeal to the senses of whoever is watching and make their message accessible to a larger audience. Knowing that this video was created before one could watch music videos on a major platform, it fits surprisingly well with similar radical and forward-moving videos that would have been consumed at this time.

[richard-the-boy-wonder-blog]

Guess whos evil anD HATES ME, ITS KATIE! @not-reddie ❤❤❤

Eddie: *He sings in the shower every morning when he gets up. And its not your cute dainty singing, oh no. Its a full out concert in the bathroom, he sings along to ‘eye of the tiger’, 'we are the champions’, 'boys are back in town’ all the best jams.

*Eddie knows how to cook. Since his dad died his mom kinda stepped back as a parent and left him to learn how to do basic grown up duties. Hes really good at making spaghetti much to Richies humor.

*He is a really bad rage gamer. The losers have monopoly night which use to be dark souls night till Eddie shattered a ps2 controller.

*Actually a thicc and juicey boy. This kid is eating well and it shows.

*Eddie is a metal head. He likes NIN, Korn, Marylin Manson, Tool, but worst of all ICP. No one knows he likes ICP but 'piggy pie’ and 'boogey woogey’ are his jam.

*Eddie is also fairly good at doing voices along side Richie. They like to talk to each other in Mickey Mouse and Goofy voices all the time.

*He cannot own a fish or plant because IT WILL DIE.

*After Eddie moves his medical transcripts are taken literally and he ends up an addict for a year.

*Hes got a terrible terrible laugh. Is not cute or anything itll start off normal but then hes just wheezing and snorting till he basically passes out and clams down.

*Hes good with cars, hes the one who rebuilt Bills firebird.

Richie: *He has the Austin Powers theme set for his alarm, he dances to the coffee pot every morning in nothing but boxer breifs, crocs, and a blue robe to his while the song plays.

*Hes an ass man?? Guy, girl, his age, or 50 years old Richie Toizer digs the booty.

*Richie and Bill had their own band, '2+2.’ They both were lead guitar and vocals and only ever played Tenacious d.

*Richie has a real hard time telling people to 'fuck off’ or to 'go fuck themselves’ because hes afraid theyll actually leave him.

*Because of his sensory overload (a side effect of adhd) booming noises piss him off, stomping on the floor or when someone knocks too loud on the door it instantly throws him into a bad mood.

*Richie does a really good Selvester Stalon impessionation, its probably his best and most obnoxious voice.

*Hes a cat person for the simple fact that no one else really likes cats and they’re super chill and goofy.

*Both points above being said, he makes up voices for his pets and when hes lonely he makes them “talk” to him.

*The Chinese take out place a block over from his apartment know him by name because he once ordered every item off their menu and ate it all with chop sticks including his mochi balls.

*If you cant find Richie hes on the roof.

Ben: *This. Boy. Is. Good. At. Makeup. And. Hair Fight. Me. Ben heard Bev complaining one day about how hard it was to get ready in the morning so natrually he studied beauty blogs night and day for a month to help her.

*Hes your go to man with an problems you have, hes damn good and listening and giving back good feedback on the issue.

*Hes the one who loads the coffee pot because hes the only one who knows how.

*Ben joined the Marines after marrying Bev to carry on his familys tradition of serving the country.

*Because Beverly hangs around him so much, and speaks so highly of him, Bens first male crush was Richie.

*Hes a mamas boy through and through, it might not show as bad as Eddie does but he would kill for his mommy.

*Hes been a licensed contractor, and a very sucssesful one at that, since he was 17.

*Bens favorite day is Tuesday because then he gets to wear his 'taco Tuesday’ shirt.

*He wears really nice cologne and uses really nice minty shampoo and conditioner. Ben never smells bad ever.

*He knows all the names of the carebears.

Stan: *Whos severely lactose intolerant but loves cheese to the end of the earth? Stanly.

*Stans a really good drawer and writer but doesnt flaunt his work. What poems and art he has done are all hidden in a little notebook he carries everywhere with him.

*When he gets angry or excited he spout off in Hebrew, he hates it but everyone loves it.

*Hes clinically depressed as well as Mike so they have their own little get togethers in his room to talk and just be soft and warm together.

*“Joy to the world” by: CCR is the one song Stan cant not sing and dance along to.

*Speaking of dancing, Stans a damn good dancer?? He doesnt like to dance in front of others but sometimes he really can’t help himself.

* Hes got a tramp stamp that only Bill and Eddie know about.

*Stan is a really terrible drunk, like hes a mess and a hot one at that. His 21st birthday was a nightmare, thats where the tramp stamp came from.

*Stan fucks with everyone more than anyone else does but hes so suave about it everyone else points fingers at everyone but Stan.

*He doesnt know it but the brownies in the back of the freezer are Richies editable… He has one every Friday.

Bill:

*Still has bath toys and he uses, cleans, and plays with them regularly.

*He really likes otters and has big dreams to go to an aquarium sometime.

*He hates Monday’s with a burning passion, he hates Monday more than Garfield. So on Monday he makes everyone pancakes for breakfast to make it better.

* Bill is a babysitter for Georgie and a writer on the side. Being an uncle is a full time job with benefits.

*Real life superwholock nerd fan: Billiam Denbrought.

*He was a swimmer in high school and he cant grow hair on his legs anymore because of it.

*He pure edits all the losers homework and essays.

*He makes it a point to take his dogs and Eddie down to the park to play catch/fetch every weekend.

*His worst fear outside of losing his brother is Spiders or creepy crawlies in general.

*HE DONT EAT HE DAMN VEGETABLES. HE IS THE PICKIEST EATER AND IT MAKES EVERYONE SO MAD.

Mike: *Super flirtatious, like he doesnt even know hes flirting hes just really good at it.

*He collects stuffed animals. At first he was just having a hard time getting rid of his baby toys but now its a problem.

*He loves the color yellow?? Its his color, is room is painted yellow, his car is yellow, his favorite sweater is yellow. Mike really likes yellow.

*Spicey food makes him cry. Not because it makes him sad but because its fucking spicey.

*Chivalry and manners are alive and well in this one. Hes a complete gentlemen to men and women alike but even moreso to children.

*Mike is ticklish, way super ticklish, you even wiggle a finger at him at hes like: “FKDKF FHHEHEHEHEHE STOOOOOOOP.”

*Hell never say it but alot of his songs are about Bill. And not just cause they in love but because Mike genuinly loves and looks up to Bill as a person.

*He can play the guitar, bango, harmonica, piano, cello, the triangle and he can sing.

*Mike kisses all his friends platonically on the lips and no one has ever questioned it.

*Hes really good at riddles and rhymes.

Beverly: *She totes around a huge bag full of crap 24/7, its like Eddies fanny pack but 1000× larger and its full of crap theyll never need.

*Bev will not drink milk, i dont know why she just doesnt.

*She makes all hers and Richies clothes and fixes all the torn, ripped, and button missing clothes in the house.

*Beverly is a tree climbing champion.

*Beverly believes in faries because she is one and shes not ashamed of the fact.

*She talks in her sleep loudly too. All the guys will stay uo during their sleep overs just to hear what stupid shit shes gonna say while klonked out.

*She volunteers at the animal shelter, soup kitchen, and cleans uo trash off the side of the road for fun.

*When shes sad she listens to he Srgt. Peppers Loney Hearts Club Band record on repeat till she feels better.

*Shes always wanted to play Rizzo in Grease.

*She helps Mike run their greenhouse which she and Ben built together.

#this took so long oof #katie whyyyyy?? #these are not good im so sorry #headcannons #it movie 2017 #it movie #eddie kaspbrak #richie toizer #bill denbrought #mike hanlon #stan uris #ben hanson #beverly marsh

[mukhannath]

a lot of liberals are more willing to be radical than they'd realize, they're just scared of radical politics bc of how left wing politics are made out to be boogey men in america. use safer words and base ideological arguments in the world around you instead of terminology and dead guys to describe anarchist ideals and he probably already agrees. so like point out maybe how its messed up how bosses earn more without working, and there are a couple good articles on worker owned restaurants?

yeah maybe that would work im struggling to get the sense of what his political ideology actually is like hes the type of edgy 4channer who speaks purely on 20 levels of irony but from what ive gathered hes a pretty average white boy centrist “classical liberal” 

[raendown]

Pairing: MadaraKakashi Soulmate au: The one where you stop aging at twenty until your soulmate reaches the same age

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

He’d been hidden for so long that he’d almost forgot what it was to speak with other people. He heard their voices of course when he went to spy on the different major villages across the lands, staying always in the shadows, but it had been so long since someone spoke to him that at times he wondered if he had faded away to become a true ghost. It had been so long since he last spoke he wondered at times if his voice would still work or if he would even remember how to form the words.

The world bowed before him once. When he was young shinobi everywhere would flee at his name: Uchiha Madara. But the years had turned, marching by unforgivingly until he lived to watch his own name pass in to legend and fantasy. He’d heard some people speculate that he never truly existed at all, that he was just some sort of made up boogey man, and it rankled. It also rankled to know that the rumors of his leaving the village were blown way out of proportion.

He never betrayed his village, no matter what the history books said. There had been no final battle at The Valley of The End. The statues of himself and Hashirama had been built to commemorate the end of the war between their clans, to immortalize the moment they both swore their names to the peace treaty. They were not meant as a reminder of some epic final clash between to estranged friends. When he left the village Hashirama did not hunt him down like some animal being called to heel.

Sometimes, Madara wished he had. He’d left because he could stand it no longer, watching all those around him grow old while he remained forever young, stuck at 20 years of age while his best friend and all his age mates in the clan grew up and had children of their own, hip-high before he could blink. It came to a point where it was too painful knowing that he was going to watch each and every one of them die. He’d left in the night, leaving his position as Clan Head to another, and Hashirama had done nothing to stop him. The last he had seen of his friend had been a sad frown watching him from the village gates as he left behind everything they had built together.

There were times he wanted to go back, of course. There were also times the madness of isolation crept in and filled his mind with strange plans. Surely he had been chosen? His body and mind remained twenty years of age even as his soul quickly crept up on its one hundredth year; he must have been meant to do something with this strange immortality. He couldn’t still be waiting for his soulmate after all. The very idea that he could still be waiting after all this time was ludicrous.

It was the madness which brought to him the Eye of the Moon plan. Madara wanted to fix the world, to find a place of perfection where all would have happiness and rest, the two things he most desired in the world. Madara wanted to go home – he wanted to know where home was.

His plans were mostly in his head, of course. Isolation does strange things to a person’s mind and for all that he was considered more of a man that most when he’d been younger, Madara was no less human than anyone else. He saw things that were not there, strange white beings called Zetsu that he imagined carrying out his bidding and bringing him nonsense information. He was following one of these incorporeal white beings through the tunnels he haunted when he came upon the children. One of them he recognized as an Uchiha, a distant relative from a clan he had long ago abandoned. This child’s body was crushed on one side by what looked like a cave-in. Of the other two children Madara dismissed the girl to stare at the small silver boy. His head was wrapped in bandages, covering one eye, and his face was covered by a dark cloth mask. The only part of his face left visible was his one uninjured eye, now leaking tears of frustration and grief. There was just something about him…

“No matter what the village says, I think you’re a great jōnin,” he heard the crushed boy say. None of them could be more than twelve, perhaps thirteen. If Madara remembered correctly ‘jōnin’ was a prestigious rank and it was quite impressive that the silver boy had achieved it at such a young age.

He crept a little closer, his body and chakra melding with the shadows and the rock around them as naturally as breathing. So many years of practice had him doing it without thinking as he strained his ears, oddly curious about these three brats he had never seen before. Their headbands denoted them as Leaf shinobi, though he could already tell that by the presence of an Uchiha.

“Take the entire eye and transplant my Sharingan in to Kakashi’s left eye.”

Madara twitched, two different reactions swirling inside of him. The stronger reaction should have been to the Uchiha boy’s statement about having a Sharingan transplanted in to someone not of the clan bloodline. It should have enraged him – and some small part of him in the back of his mind was indeed indignant at the very idea.

Yet, instead of anger, Madara felt a strange calm settling over him. He found that all he could do was stare at the young lad before him with the shiny silver hair and mouth the name ‘Kakashi’ to himself. It was a very pleasant name, in his opinion.

The girl he had dismissed earlier began the process right away. He could have stopped it if he were so inclined but found himself strangely reluctant to do so. He wanted to see how this played out. Something told him that this was meant to happen; something in him wanted to see what this Kakashi would do with a Sharingan. And so he stayed perfectly still as the girl’s hands lit up with iryo chakra, hovering first over the Uchiha’s eye while the silver boy tore open the bandaging around his own.

Once the eye was implanted Madara watched Kakashi kneel down and murmur a few words to his dying friend before suddenly he was bursting in to action, exploding through the roof of the cavern that the small cave-in had created. Madara crept through the shadows, easily avoiding detection by the little girl as her attention stayed on her fallen companion. His head popped out in to the sunlight and he watched with rapt attention as Kakashi faced down the one who had hurt his friends. The silver boy’s face was filled with dark determination while he made a few quick hand seals, raw lightening flickering to life around his hand.

Madara’s heart thrummed inside his chest as he watched the boy fly towards his opponent, moving almost faster than the naked eye could follow. His hand punched through his opponent’s chest with a spray of singed blood and Madara caught his breath as he thought to himself, ‘Magnificent’.

When the silver boy returned to the cave Madara did too, creeping inside to blink at the boy trapped below. This Uchiha meant nothing to him but he obviously was quite precious to that Kakashi boy. Madara had never met him before but for some reason he felt he wanted to do something for him, something to make him happy. He couldn’t have said what it was about the younger boy that drew him so but didn’t waste any time questioning it. The years had not worn well over him and by now he was accustomed to following strange impulses.

Only moments after Kakashi pulled the girl out of the cave Madara fell upon the boy left behind. They believed themselves to be sacrificing their companion, leaving him to die, and Madara aimed to change that; it was all he could think of that he could give to the silver boy. The Uchiha struggled and gasped when he felt Madara’s touch, shuddering when he felt the brush of his chakra. Madara had always been told his chakra had a strange, heavy feel to it and he wondered if it was uncomfortable to this one’s injuries. Not that he cared, really.

They burst out of the cave just in time. Kakashi stood protectively before his other teammate, lightning in his hand once more as he faced off against several new foes. The skeletal bones which surrounded Madara clutched the younger Uchiha’s form carefully, cradling him in one large palm as all other eyes in the clearing turned to face him. Madara met Kakashi’s gaze, delighting in the surprised awe in the expression that looked back at him. Then he looked at the group of men attacking, Stone ninja from the Land of Earth. Madara sneered at them. They dared to attack the pretty silver boy? When he had only just taken an interest in him and decided to protect him? They would pay for such stupid insolence.

Each of them screamed but Madara never so much as flinched, safe within his Susanoo and watching as one by one they were struck down by a sword limned in purple flame. When all but the three Leaf shinobi lay silent and still, Madara laid his prize gently at Kakashi’s feet, an offering. He let Susanoo evaporate in to the air as he watched their reactions.

“Obito!”

Both Kakashi and the girl cried out the boy’s name, rushing to his side. The girl began to cry when she saw that he was still alive, her hands jumping to life with bright green chakra like they had before.

Kakashi stood at her side, watching Madara with careful eyes. The eternal twenty year old approved of his suspicion, glad to see that his survival instincts were as strong as his battle skills.

“Who are you?” Kakashi called. “Why did you save him?”

Madara tilted his head, words springing up in his throat even as his mind wondered if he would remember how to use them. Did he remember how to speak? How to part his lips and curl his tongue, how to strum on his vocal chords and match the sounds he could hear in his memories? The silver boy watched him expectantly and Madara decided that perhaps he could work without the words for now.

He was pleased by Kakashi’s gasp when he flickered closer, a thoughtless shunshin that brought him right up close to the younger lad’s face. His eyes were wide, taking in as many details about this boy as possible, and he made a passing attempt at a smile though he couldn’t recall the last time he’d managed one. To his glee, Kakashi did not scramble away. Instead he held his ground and frowned at Madara, the visible half of his face settling in to an annoyed scowl.

“I asked who you are,” the silver boy growled. “We’re grateful for the help, for saving Obito. But I asked you a question!”

“Kakashi! I can’t heal him by myself! We need sensei; we need to get back to the village. Fast!”

Madara frowned as Kakashi’s attention was diverted from himself. That wasn’t what he wanted. His nose wrinkled as he scrunched his face up in disapproval. He watched Kakashi pull an oddly shaped kunai out of his holster and toss it lightly at a nearby tree; he wasn’t sure what that was supposed to accomplish but didn’t care.

What he cared about was having this boy’s attention back on himself. He still had no idea why he found the lad so fascinating or what drew him in but it mattered little to him. Reasons were boring. He needed no reason to reach out and grasp Kakashi’s shoulder other than that he wanted to.

Both of them gasped as a soul-deep shiver ran through them, echoing out through their bodies from that one point of contact. Madara felt his very soul reach out, blindly grasping for this boy in front of him as his inner thoughts clamored with a sudden wild refrain of mine, mine, belongs to me, mine, only mine. It had been so long since he gave up on the idea that at first the true cause never ever occurred to him. All he understood was the instinctive knowledge that this boy was his and he very much intended to keep him.

Madara was startled when suddenly a large body flickered in to existence right between them, a tall blond man with bright blue eyes that stared suspiciously in to Madara’s own as he pushed Kakashi behind himself. Rage filled him at being separated, his lips pulling back and a snarl ripping out of his throat, the first sound he had made in so very long.

“Mine!” he growled, his throat turning the word rusty and deep from too many years of disuse. The blond man affected a defensive position.

“Who are you?” The stranger demanded. “I thought I had met every Uchiha of fighting age.”

“Mine!” Madara snarled again, his Susanoo flickering to life around him again. “My Kakashi. Give him back.”

Kunai sprang up in to the blond man’s hands, the same odd shape as the one the silver boy had tossed before, and Madara could see a strange seal inked on to the handle of each one. His Sharingan spun, memorizing and analyzing, noting the subtle twitches of muscle which predicted which way his opponent intended to move.

The fight was over before it began, however. The other man had only just tightened his grip in a sure sign he was about to attack when a small hand tugged at his elbow, halting his movement. They both looked down to see Kakashi there, grip firm on the blond’s sleeve even as his eyes fixated on Madara’s face, awed expression obvious even around the mask and lingering bandages. His weight was shifted forward on to his toes as if he could barely hold himself back.

“Sensei wait,” Kakashi murmured. “Don’t hurt him.”

Madara watched the younger lad dodge around his senior and reached out, fingers stretching until Kakashi shyly reached out as well and took them in his own. He tried to keep his tug gentle, not too harsh, but Kakashi still ended up impacting his side with a light thump before Madara wrapped him up tightly inside the ghostly remains of the flickering Susanoo. His murmur of “Mine…” was muffled when he nuzzled in to silver hair.

“Kakashi do you know this man?” the blond asked worriedly. Behind him, the little girl was sneaking peeks at what was going on as she continued to heal her injured friend.

“I think he’s my soulmate,” Kakashi murmured, wriggling around to get enough room so that he could look up and study Madara’s face.

“Oh!”

Madara ignored the reactions of the others, staring down at the precious bundle in his arms. His soulmate. It hadn’t truly connected yet but now that it did it was all too obvious. That feeling when they first touched, it could mean nothing else. He had found his soulmate! He had found the thing that he’d been waiting for all this time, his reason for living, someone to call home. The two of them stared at each other in peaceful silence until Kakashi tilted his head, brows furrowing. His implanted Sharingan was still active, tomoe spinning lazily and encouraging Madara’s own to release the Mangekyo form, Susanoo fading for the second time.

“How old are you?” he asked suddenly. “You look a lot older than me.” Madara had to clear his throat before he could answer, suppressing the urge to squirm at the vibrations in his throat.

“Twenty.”

Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “How long have you been twenty?”

“I don’t know.” Madara answered truthfully. “A long time. You’re from Konohagakure, I see. How old is the village now?”

“Something close to a hundred years old?”

“Then I am something close to one hundred years old myself.” He smirked when both Kakashi and his blond sensei blinked at him in surprise.

“Who are you?” the other man demanded.

“Uchiha Madara.”

The silence which greeted his statement was threaded through with heavy disbelief. Madara waited impatiently for some kind of response, equal parts confused and smug when at first all he received were awed stares. At least, he chose to translate them as awed. They could just as well have been blank with indecision on how to react to someone declaring themselves under the name of a man who should have been decades dead. There had been a time when shinobi everywhere threw down their weapons at just the whisper of his name on the battlefield. He wrapped himself in that knowledge, those memories, as he waited.

“You must be really old then.” Kakashi tilted his head to the other side while Madara squawked indignantly.

“I’m twenty!”

“You’ve been twenty a really long time though.”

“Well how old are you then?”

“I’m thirteen. Today.”

“Well I – happy birthday – I’m no more than seven years older than you!”

Kakashi’s eyes turned up in a half-hidden smile, pushing farther in to Madara’s arms even as he continued to sass him. “Which makes you old.”

“I am not old!” Madara screeched. His arms tightened around his soulmate, instinctively gentle where the rest of him was coiled like steel springs.

“Senile old pervert! Too old for me!” Despite the mean words, Kakashi was laughing. From the corner of his eye Madara could see the rest of the lad’s companions staring at him in wonder and it made him wonder himself if it was such a rare thing to see. The thought made him sad, that his soulmate might not have had a happy life even with how few years he had lived so far. Then the words sank in and he made a second squawk.

“It’s not like that!”

It really wasn’t, no matter how pretty he thought Kakashi was or how much he wanted nothing more than to stand here forever, just holding him. It wasn’t truly a romantic thought. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps when Kakashi was older Madara would see him differently but for now his only thought was precious and mine, belongs to me. He had been without center or purpose for so long he thought to himself that he couldn’t be held responsible for anything that happened to someone who tried to take Kakashi away from him now.

Losing his younger brothers one by one had turned him in to a rather possessive and protective individual. His arms stayed tight when he felt his prize wriggling around, trying to pull away. He frowned at Kakashi, displeased by the very notion of separation. Didn’t he understand that Madara was never letting him go again?

“We need to take Obito home,” Kakashi said quietly. “He’ll die.” A small way behind him, the brunette girl looked up.

“He’s right sensei. We have to go now.”

“Right. I have a marker near the west gates. I can take us all. Rin, is Obito stable enough to travel like that?” The girl nodded and Kakashi wriggled again as his sensei eyed the two of them warily. The man’s voice held a low warning when he spoke again, “I’m not leaving my student behind.”

Madara scowled. His throat was so very sore but he spoke again anyway. “Mine.” The blonde sighed.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to come along with us.”

Kakashi settled in his arms briefly, looking up at him with a faint line of pink dusted just underneath his upturned eyes, evidence of a pleased expression. Madara smiled back down at him. This time when Kakashi squirmed Madara let him free, keeping one hand around his thin, pale wrist and allowing himself to be led over to where the others were gathered.

He wasn’t sure what the blonde meant by ‘marker’, though he suspected it was something similar to Tobirama’s hiraishin, a memory buried so long ago he was almost impressed with himself for pulling it up now. It didn’t matter though. It was obvious that some sort of instantaneous travel was able to occur and Madara found himself excited, looking forward to something the way he hadn’t in longer than he could remember.

When they reached their destination he would be back in Konoha; he would be able to see what had blossomed from the seeds he and Hashirama had planted together. He would be with his soulmate and, once Kakashi reached twenty years of age himself, Madara would finally grow older together with the one who would always be most precious to him.

He would be home. And he would never leave home again.

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