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misterewrites · 3 years

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Intro Casey 101 (Mirror’s Edge)

Hello everyone, E hoping you are all doing good! Here it is! The next chapter of the side project that's now my second major one. Because I have a problem and cannot be stopped! Haha stay safe, wash your hands, wear your masks, keep yourself, your loved ones and each other safe, get the vaccine if you can and remember to take care of yourselves.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/30599756/chapters/78163523

Summary: Casey is the head of the local Neighborhood Watch (and by head, he means only employee) Whenever not helping his best friend take down corrupted, evil jerkbutts, he spends his time running, maintaining and helping the magical/supernatural residents of Willow's Brook. Life is never static but Casey sometimes wishes it was a little less hectic. Just because he can handle it doesn't mean he wants to.

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Willow Rook was a peaceful neighborhood suburb located on the outskirts of Newton Haven, just within the city’s boundaries. Rows of mismatched houses and apartments spread out across the maddening maze that was suburbia. Fernspeaker Drift park was nestled in the heart of the neighborhood, its magical and mundane flora bringing a peaceful harmonic nature to the urban sprawl of man. The towering skyscrapers of downtown could be seen far into the distance, a reminder to the residents the city was never too far away.

The sounds of children screaming and shouting is what awoke Casey. He let out an unhappy groan as he rose from the hard wooden desk he accidentally fell asleep on. He rubbed his aching jaw, trying to loosen it from the rough night he had.

“Fuck” He yawned groggily “I really need to have a pillow here or something.”

He ran his hand through his normally wavy dark brown hair as his sea green eyes glanced about his “office”.

Office was much too generous a word for what he worked out of: It was tiny bungalow with barely enough room for a desk and chair, a case file drawer and the tv that sat ontop of it. Casey mentally prepared himself as he pulled open the curtains and allowed natural light to hit his face.

“Ugggggggh” Casey shielded his eyes from the harsh gleam of the morning “Why must the sun punish me?”

Casey stretched the crick in his neck while keeping an eye on the outside world: The neighborhood was particularly lively today with people out and about. The elderly elf Mr. Thistlebush was complaining about something or another to his dwarfish neighbor Mrs. Boulderfist who politely nodded and humored the old elf. Evan Starsunder, a muscular orc with dark green skin, tipped his mail cap tiredly to everyone he passed as he made his way into his cozy abode for a well earned rest. The newly married halfing (similiar but legally distinct from hobbits) couple Mr. and Mrs. Tealeaf took a stroll across the grassy field where Casey’s office stood, hand in hand and very much the picturesque ideal of young love.

Casey opened the window to let everyone know he was open for business.

“Good morning Mister Remington!” Mr. Tealeaf waved with a smile.

“How are you doing this morning?” Mrs. Tealeaf asked, half curious and half cheerfully.

“Great!” Casey lied, trying to stifle a yawn “Just great. Keeping on eye on the neighborhood, same as usual.”

“Keep up the good work!”

“We appreciate everything you do for all of us!”

“You’re welcome!” he gave a halfhearted wave after the retreating couple.

He sighed, mindlessly fiddling with the engagement ring on his finger.

“I should take it off” Casey spoke to no one in particular “She probably isn’t wearing hers anymore. I shouldn’t give people the wrong idea. I should just take it off and that’ll be it. That’ll be it. Yep. One slip and….yeah.”

His voice trailed off as he was unable to finish the thought.

“CASE!” A voice shouted.

Casey leaned out and squinted, trying to see through the glare of the sunlight to find the person who demanded his attention.

“CASE!” The voice called out again, the blurry far off figure slowly shifting into a more recognizable shape.

Casey rolled his eyes “What is it Kay? I’m working!”

Kasey Remington or, as most people called her, Kay was Casey’s twin sister. Nearly identical face with the same wavy dark brown hair and sea green eyes except Kay had gotten their mother’s button nose out of the deal. Growing up, the twins often questioned why their parents had named them Casey with a C and Kasey with the K but the only response they ever gave was it was funny.

Well not to the twins but they were used to it by now.

Kasey, in her mommy cardigan and white blouse, flagged down her brother to come outside.

“Yeah I’m good up here.” Casey smiled from his slightly elevated position.

“You’re tall for like 5 minutes and you’re already being unbearable about it.” Kasey huffed, shooting her twin a stink eye.

Casey chuckled “Mad with power. Classic story troupes.”

“Cliche you mean.” Kasey laughed “Sorry to bother you but….did you sleep in your office again?”

Casey rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he realized he was still wearing his purple tank top and black basketball shorts from the other day.

“Umm well you see….”

“Is your office still a mess?”

Casey glanced at the half crumpled burger wrappers and scattered papers that littered every inch of desk.

“Pfft, no.”

“That’s a yes” Kasey replied with a knowing smirk “Case….”

Casey fiercely pointed at his twin “Don’t.”

“Case, you can’t keep…”

“Yes I can. Watch me.”

Kasey rolled her eyes “I have better things to do.”

Casey scrunched up his face with false hurt “Better than hanging out with your brother? Alright I see how it is. See if I get you anything for Christmas.”

“No! Not my possible Christmas presents!” Kasey fell to her knees dramatically “You monster! How could you do to this to me?”

“Like this.” Casey spoke with a grin, closing the window without another word.

And made his way out of the building a moment later. He offered a hand to his sister and the twins burst out with laughter as Casey helped Kasey to her feet.

“So what’s up Kay?” Casey asked with genuine interest “Where’s Chester?”

Kasey scratched her chin thoughtfully “He’s...got...a….little league game today.”

“Wooooow took you a full five seconds to remember what your kid’s up today.” Casey snickered “Finally stop signing him up for everything?”

“Ha flipping ha.” Kasey shook her head mockingly “It’s not my fault he wants to do any and everything. Besides it’s not the worst thing in the world to enable my son’s interests. I just wish he slowed down a bit.”

“True. Did you thank him for the house he made for me?”

“Yes and he said you’re welcome. Still got it?”

Casey scoffed as he pulled out his necklace: The simple shape of home clasped carefully onto his chain.

“As a cleric of the hearth nothing is more important than a family’s love.”

“Except” Kasey murmured softly “Maybe your fiancée?”

“Nope!” Casey threw his hands in the air and turned away from his sister “Not having this conversation. Byeeeee.”

“Case! Casey you’re acting like a child!”

“Would a child do this? Hey Seth!”

A gawky human teenager with dark black clothing and every skull accessory imaginable flinched uncomfortably at the sudden attention.

Casey nodded his head in confirmation “Yeah you! Curfew’s 2:30 A.M. The Hallow spell won’t work during the witching hour so I want you back here before 3. Got it?”

Seth gave a low mumble and wandered off as quickly as his legs could take him.

“Casey.” Kasey laced her voice with a firmness only a mother could muster.

“Whaaaaaat?” Casey whirled around irritated “Look I made my choice and she made hers and that’s it.”

Kasey raised an eyebrow “You two have been in love with each other since we were kids.”

“Don’t you…!”

“Case, why don’t you ask her again?”

Casey said nothing, opting to gesture to his office to answer his question. Written in bright white letters across the walls of the building were the words “Neighborhood Watch.”

Kasey rubbed her arm guiltily “Case…”

“You gonna take over?” Casey questioned, his voice soft but controlled “You gonna take over for mom? Cuz she retired and unless there’s someone running the watch, all of this...”

He motions to the families walking, playing, living their lives together in harmony. A magical community at peace.

“All this goes away. We’re going to have to move everyone into other magical neighborhoods and under their Neighborhood Watches. And that’s not fair to them.”

Kasey let out a sad sigh “It’s not fair to you.”

“I’m fine” Casey lied “I’m okay I promise. It’s for the best.”

Kasey shook her head “You can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me. See you for dinner?”

Casey hugged his twin tightly, pouring as much love as he could into the gesture.

“Of course. I’ll bring fries.”

Kasey made a face, playfully pushing him away “Would you bring something else, please?”

“Fine, mashed potatoes.”

“Ugh. Bye Case.”

“Bye Kay!”

Kasey eyed the engagement ring for a moment before taking her leave.

Casey ran his hands through his hair, wondering how much worse today could get.

He turned to make his way back to his office when he spotted a familiar face nearby.

His heart began to thunder loudly in his ears, the phantom sensation of lips pressed against his own ran chills down his spine while his cheeks flushed a bright red. His legs felt weak and butterflies filled his stomach as he took in the sight of Jaime casually walking down the street.

Jaime looked as beautiful as ever: Her long dark red hair was tied into a single braid that hung over her shoulder and shimmered in the soft glow of the morning. Her light brown eyes gleamed with a thoughtfully gaze as she looked at her phone. She was wearing his dark purple hoodie with dark blue jeans and sneakers. Her glasses were cutely askew and Casey felt the overwhelming urge to run over and fix them for her.

The engagement ring on his finger felt impossibly heavy yet light all at once.

He should talk to her. That was okay, right? To talk to someone he’s in love with and desperately wanted to be with. Did she want to talk to him? They left on decent terms. Well maybe. Hopefully. God what if she was mad at him? Or worse, hated him? She could never hate him that was silly. But perhaps she wasn’t ready to speak to him.

He knew he wasn’t ready.

Casey turned to Jaime’s direction then pulled away. He pivoted on his feet to face her again before glancing downwards towards the grass. His hands fidgeted uneasily as a shout threatened to spill out of his mouth.

Casey returned quickly to his office and shut close the window. Resisting the urge to stare at Jaime, he opted instead to reach for a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out and began mindlessly scrawling upon its surface, drawing nothing in particular.

It was comical how automatic Casey’s responses became while he worked in this building: Upon hearing the knock at his door, he rose to his feet and opened it without a second thought.

Casey’s heart leapt to his throat at the sight of Jaime standing at the base of the steps from the bungalow. She smiled shyly, pushing up her glasses further up on the bridge of nose before giving a friendly wave. Her other hand was tucked deeply in the hoodie’s pocket.

“Hey sweetie” Jaime paused, pursing her lips for a moment “Case. How are you Case? Doing good Case? Can I stop now?”

Casey let out a genuine laugh “Hey swe….Jaime. You can stop. I’m good. I’m good. Good.”

He caught sight of his engagement ring gleaming in the sunlight. He quickly shoved it inside his pocket.

“That’s good. That’s good.” Jaime nodded “I’m glad to hear that.”

Casey caught her wandering glance across the office and quickly shifted his weight to block the view.

“So how’s the new job?” He crossed his arms in an clumsy fashion “Everything okay at the Grimoire?”

Jaime dug at the grass with her shoe “It’s good. Chaotic as usual but hey what do you expect for a magical library, right?”

The two chuckled together and locked eyes for a moment. As one they broke off their gaze, their cheeks slowly turning a pinkish hue.

Casey recovered first “How’s your brother? We talk but ever since last month he hasn’t recruited me to topple any corrupt bosses lately. I’m getting bored.”

“You sure you bored?” Jaime rolled her eyes “There’s no way the Neighborhood Watch is getting that soft.” “Haha I wish.”

An awkward silence fell over the couple as the realization of what subject they landed on washed over them.

“Finn’s good. Busy but good.” Jaime spoke with a fragile softness in her voice “You know my bro, always trying to save the world.”

“Right...”

Casey couldn’t help but noticed Jaime’s body language: She tucked both of her hands into the pockets, her frame shrunk like she was mentally kicking herself as she gawkily fidgeted back and forth.

“Hey.”

Jaime glanced upwards towards Casey, her light brown eyes shining brightly in the sun’s glow.

Casey could feel his heart ache with love and longing as he spoke simply “Don’t worry about it beautiful.”

Jaime said nothing. Instead, she closed the distance between them, gently cupping his cheek in her hand.

“Take care of yourself sweetie. Please. For me?”

Casey could feel his ache worsen but he just nodded, murmuring softly “For you.”

Jaime’s smile was sad but lovely. She pulled away slowly, allowing her fingers to linger for a moment.

“Bye for now Casey.”

“Bye Jaime.”

She left without another word and Casey felt exhaustion rush into every fiber of his body. He closed the door reluctantly and took a seat. He stared unhappily at the drawing of Jaime he hadn’t realized he’d be sketching.

“Fucking hell.”

He slumped deeper into his chair, feeling much too drained to face the rest of the day.

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“Shit, shit, shit” Seth muttered to himself as he raced through the night. The normally inviting, homely suburb was cold and distant: The shadows moved in eerie unnatural ways and once or twice Seth could soft pattering of paws follow closely behind. The modest homes and apartments were silent, basked in the darkness as they towered over him in silence.

“Just a cat” He mumbled to himself, glancing at his phone and wincing at the 3:30 AM it showed in a white font.

Seth entered Willow Rook proper and paled at the lack of comfort he normally felt in the air. Casey had warned him the Hallow spell, a powerful ward of holy magic that protected the neighborhood and hid it away from the world, would not work between 3 and 4 AM. Seth assumed he was merely attempting to scare him to return early. It never occurred to him that Casey was telling the truth.

Seth fumed silently “It’s fine. I’m late, it’s fine nothing followed me here and it’s fine.”

A chill ran down his spine as something rustled nearby. He whirled around in time to see something lunge straight for his chest.

He was ashamed how quickly he flinched, closing his eyes shut while raise his hands in a poor attempt to defend himself. He made quick prayer to whatever deity who happened to be on duty at the moment.

Something thudded against his chest. It didn’t stay long, instead quickly making its way up his shirt and tucked itself comfortably on his shoulder. It wasn’t too heavy but it was big whatever it was. Seth was surprised how warm and fluffy it was and swore it was purring in his ear.

He cracked open his eyes and found himself staring at an orange tabby cat: it was a fat cat with stripes of white and orange running down its body. Its dark green eyes stared curiously at him. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought it was asking him a question.

“Hey buddy” Seth breathed a sigh of relief, scratching the cat’s chin “What are you doing out here? Scaring the shit out of me?”

The cat pawed at his face rather roughly and with enough force to actually make him turn his head.

Seth felt the blood drain as he saw something approach in the shifting shadows: A monstrous thing, thin and skeletal. Its skin was a dark shade, almost as black as the darkness it blended in with. It crawled forward slowly on all fours, thick talons digging up and cutting through the pavement with ease. A bloody wrap covered its eyes and two thick, elongated fangs protruded from its lower jaw. The rest of its face was smooth and featureless.

The words died in Seth’s throat. The best he could do was a pathetic croaking noise he was grateful no one could hear in the dead night.

The creature tilted its head as if listening for any sign of its prey.

Seth couldn’t move, the fear gripping him tightly in its thrall. His breathing hitched and he could feel his body shake beyond his control as the creature inched closer and closer.

The cat leapt off his shoulder, silently landing onto the grass and bolting into the night.

Seth’s stomach churned and twisted anxiously as the creature stared in his direction, a growling rumble escaping its mouth. It let loose a maddening shriek, one that shook Seth’s very bones. It stood on its hind legs and grew to an inhuman height. Its mouth lowered, stretching impossibly wide as it leapt forward.

Seth felt cold and empty as the sight of the monster filled his sight. The fight ebbed out of him and left only an overwhelming sense of dread and finality.

This is how it ended.

It was an odd sensation to feel at the end: the warmth and glow of the sun at his back. Perhaps some higher being was taking mercy on him in his last moments on this plane of existence.

Wait, no the warmth was getting brighter and hotter. An unbearably stuffy and blazing with an intensity of a summer day that grew each passing moment.

Seth groaned, wincing in pain as a sudden flash of light zoomed past with incredible speed. It burned brightly, dispelling the silhouetted shadows with a burning flame despite it being no bigger than a baseball.

The creature reared back and thrashed about, too caught off guard by the sudden glow to realize it was coming straight for it. The orb collided with the creature’s chest and sunk deeply into its chest. The creature howled and buckled in pain, bending and twisting at unnatural angles.

The light faded and the orb with it but Seth could see the fist sized hole it had burned through the chest of the creature.

The creature weakly swayed, seemingly weakened by whatever hit it.

“Not in my neighborhood you punkass bitch.”

Seth weakly turned to find Casey standing there, the fat orange tabby at his feet. The head of the Neighborhood Watch finally changed his clothes: He wore a purple jacket with a black shirt that read “Neighborhood Watch” in faded white lettering. His gray sweats were wrinkled and his feet were adorned with two different sneakers. Outstretched in his hand like he had taken a swing at something was a glowing metal baseball bat that pulsed with radiant power.

“Casey, I…” Seth mumbled out but Casey motioned with his head.

“Go home kid. This ain’t the minor leagues.”

Seth was ashamed to say he ran, frantically and as fast as his sore legs could take him. Whatever just attacked him was out of his weight class.

Luckily Casey was in a league of his own.

The creature clicked its tongue unhappily as it moved uneasily on its hind legs. It bent and twisted its neck in a way that would’ve broken it if the creature had been human.

Casey rolled his eyes as he gripped the bat tightly in his hand “Drama queen much, aren’t you?

The creature said nothing. Instead it threw itself forward full force towards the cleric.

“Here we go.” Casey murmured tiredly as he drew his bat back.

The creature took a swipe at him but Casey already moved out of the way, dodging to the side and allowing the creature sail past him. It twisted its head around only to get a face full of metal: Casey’s swing caught the creature in the cheek and sent it reeling backwards.

The creature shrieked in pain as smoke curled off its face, the cheek swollen and charred an ashy black. It didn’t hesitate to attack once more: It stood up and tried to crush Casey under its full weight.

Casey just shoved the bat directly into the hole he made earlier.

The creature hissed and retreated away from the holy infused weapon. More smoke bellowed from the now enlarged hole.

Casey raised his bat threateningly “Go back to wherever the hell you came from or I will beat you out of existence you flipping abomination.”

If the creature understood the threat, it made no indication. Instead it doubled down on its poor choices.

It sat back on the balls of its feet, tensing its legs in preparation for a mighty leap.

Between helping the inhabitants of the neighborhood with their requests, talking to Jaime and frankly being awoken to a fucking demon attack at 3 am, Casey was just done with all yesterday and evidently today.

Casey’s hand glowed with a dazzling radiant light as he spokes the words of faith. Magic formed and condensed into a single ball of pure sun in his palm.

The creature sprinted forward, tearing up the grass underneath its feet while it desperately made one final dash towards the cleric.

Casey lobbed the ball high in the air and fell into a batter’s stance.

The orb hung in the air for a moment like a blazing sun then fell back to earth.

The creature leapt, talons aimed for Casey’s neck.

Casey let out a mighty swing. There was a loud crack as the bat made contact with the orb. The ball of light sped off and shoved itself down the creature’s throat. The bat follow through connected with the head of the creature and knocked it cleaned off.

The ball gleamed bright in the beast’s stomach before exploding outward like a supernova. The creature flaked away into blacken ash, head and all.

The gleam of light vanished and Casey found himself under the cover of night once more.

He wiped at his eyes tiredly as his phone beeped. He glanced at it to see it was now 4 in the morning.

There was a soft hum as the Hallow reactivated: the air shimmered with an unseen power and grew warm with comfort.

The ashes vanished without warning, the unholy remains cleansed by the sanctity of the neighborhood.

The cat drew closer to Casey, its eyes peering at him thoughtfully.

“Hey Julius” Casey greeted the cat politely “Long night?”

Orange Julius meowed in response.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on him. I knew he’d stay out late but hopefully he understands why we have a rather generous curfew.”

Orange Julius nodded.

“That’s been like what? The third demonic hell beast/ abomination this month. That’s a lot for a month.”

Orange Julius meowed in agreement.

Casey pursed his lips thoughtfully “Hey, did you see Finn?”

The cat tilted his head quizzically.

“I mean all this time you. He. Well you aren’t around whenever he comes by” Casey scratched his neck sheepish “You are his dad’s cat. You sure Fernspeaker wouldn’t want you to be with him?”

The cat paused for a moment before shaking his head.

“It’s not because Jaime’s folks adopted him after…..well that happened, is it?”

The cat pawed the grass below him.

“Right.” Casey nodded in understanding “Neighborhood’s your responsibility. I get that.”

Orange Julius meowed then vanished into the darkness.

Casey glanced at the statue of Fernspeaker that stood tall in the center of park. It had been erected the same time the park was named after him, both shortly after his and his wife’s death 22 years ago.

Fernspeaker Drift, Finnrick’s biological father, was once a powerful druid, deeply in tune with nature and a firm believer in helping others. This neighborhood was his passion project. The Neighborhood Watch was formed after his passing.

The Neighborhood Watch was created because of his passing. Nobody wanted a repeat of what happened all those years ago.

Finnrick told him it was okay for Casey to not to take the job but it felt like such a disrespect to let this whole place dissolve and scatter its residents.

Casey sighed and wandered back to his office. Office hours were closed but the Neighborhood Watch’s job was never done.

#original work #my story #original story #mirror's edge

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catattemptsart · 5 years

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NALU - Vampire/Demon Mate AU

A section of one of my WIP that I started and never finished hehe

Lucy was lying in bed, unable to sleep. One, because she was nervous for the date she had the next day, her fingers twisting the soft texture of her pillow while she gnawed at her lip to distract herself. But also because her hunger pains have been increasingly getting worse.

She never understood much about how her body worked. Her father refused to educate her on her body and species, which sucked ass. Lucy’s a kind soul. Even drinking donor blood made her guilty so she was desperate to find an alternative. She mostly taught herself how to deal with the pains, but in case of emergencies, Lucy found that oddly enough, ghost peppers of all things curved her hunger. She blushes when she remembers how she discovered her love for the burning treat.

At the time her hunger was blinding. Of course the pain came when Levy wandered off to find snacks. It was a sudden shock as she stumbled against the cereal boxes inside the grocery store, the dull thuds as the boxes were knocked down didn’t register in her ears as she tried to claim her normal state of mind back from the vicious creature inside of her. The vicious creature that chanted in her head on how absolutely ethereal it felt to have fresh blood flowing down your throat. How tempting it was to have one, small sip of the person rushing over to help her...

As Lucy fought with her mind she failed to fight with her body; it felt like an unknown entity was desperately clawing at her stomach, making her mind waver as her sanity drained bit by bit. Lucy was normally a fast thinker, but the sudden hunger skewed her usually bright mind. She did what she thought was the next best thing at the time to avoid hurting anyone there - eat everything in the store.

In the end, it was a good decision. She doesn’t know what would have happened if she left the store instead. Lucy quickly shoved the woman trying to help her in her desperation and ran to the fruit and vegetable aisle (since animal meat and blood is repulsive to her), shoving whatever she could in her mouth.

And that was how she came across the delicious taste of ghost peppers, and also how she got kicked out of the store and was told to never come back again.

A spike of pain shocks her system as Lucy grabs her stomach, curling in on herself as little spikes stab at her core. She just wants to know, why is this happening to me? Her eyes squeeze tightly shut as rogue tears spill out of her eyes.

Recently these pains have been very different. Usually, it’s a lasting, dull pain always at the back of her mind ever since she discovered ghost peppers. But starting yesterday it’s a repetitive pattern of sharp, stabbing pains that has her doubling over, gripping onto whatever is nearby to steady herself. Even her favourite treat can barely help her now.

Lucy’s mind gets hazy and suddenly, it feels like she can barely breathe. She needs to get out. To leave. To just go.

In the back of her mind, she knows how dangerous that would be. She’s never lost control before other than that time in the store. But despite that, she easily stumbles out of her home and crouches on her front lawn. Lucy gasps for breath, tangling her fingers in her hair and almost sobs as the pain comes again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” She chants under her breath. Why does this have to hurt so bad?!

She can only breathe a little better after leaving her home and has the sudden urge to just move. To do anything to get rid of the pain. She needed help. That’s right. Her muddled mind was able to gather that much together. Help. Somebody help.

She uses her speed to go to the closest place she knew from here. Gajeel’s.

Her vision becomes almost pixelated, a haze of blurry and black spots. She uses her inhuman speed and doesn’t even notice when her body gives out, staring at Gajeel’s apartment in defeat as it blurs in front of her.

Huh, she thinks. That’s odd. Why is everything tilting?

Before she reaches the ground, her head and vision wobbles as she faintly recognizes someone catching her. A wonderful scent washes over her dazed form and all her senses heighten. The smell emitted from whoever it was, was like ghost peppers, but better. Spicy, woodsy, a sweet campfire that she can almost taste. She didn’t understand it, she barely understood if how she described the smell made sense, but she knew her body craved whatever it was.

Lucy wasn’t even aware when she threw the body that saved her onto the ground, and without any hesitation, instinctively dug her sharpened teeth into the person’s neck, pinning the broad shoulders of someone to the ground that tasted absolutely divine.

It was like a whole new world opened up to her. Her vision got clearer than it was ever before, her body gained the strength it hadn’t experienced in years. She could only describe it as feeling healthy.

A wonderful, unique, spicy taste flows through her mouth, flows through her entire being. The smell, the taste, the touch, everything, made her let out a low moan deep in her throat.

This is what heaven is.

She vaguely recognizes someone’s hands gripping her wild, blonde hair, tight in their hold as her fangs continue to suck the life force out of them. Neither pulling her away nor pushing her closer. The rough hands latch onto her like a lifeline.

Lucy gulps and gulps, her body cheering at her as she replenishes herself with what she has been lacking for years. As her mind begins to clear, she quickly realizes that not only was the taste amazing, but the zinging feeling of her body pressed against someone else’s was even more addicting.

Everything felt right. Everything was perfect.

Finally, as Lucy feels a droplet trickle down her chin, her mind is coherent enough to start imposing her normal thoughts and worries. Who exactly was she drinking? Her eyes widen. Oh gosh, please don’t be a human! Lucy wrenches herself away, breathing heavily as her body hums alight. With each intake of air, her body brushes against the strangers, sending even more delectable zings through her.

She wipes the stray droplet of blood, right before realizing how utterly exhausted she was for enduring her hunger for years, and her weakened limbs awkwardly slump on her victim’s body. Lucy attempts to will her eyes open as her ear rests on the warm chest, hearing the steady thumping of the person’s heartbeat. Her eyes register her victim’s broad shoulders and she assumes he’s a man. He’s breathing heavily as well, equally as confused but not nearly as exhausted, which brings relief to Lucy that he’s alive. She wouldn’t know what to do if she ended up hurting, or even killing, a stranger.

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The man’s eyes crack open slowly, feeling his eyes adjust to the darkness around him. The scenery of the dark night and the quivering leaves of the trees above lights up as his eyes switch to night vision. He stares at the girl that drained him dry ontop of his body, blonde hair still tangled in his right hand as she simply lays on his chest.

He flicks his head back to move his salmon hair from his eyes, wincing at the ache in his throat that was swiftly healing, smirking with mischief as he feels the same zings through his body.

“Ya’ know, you’re lucky I’m a demon. What kinda weirdo goes and drains their mate, who they just met, dry?”

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Thank you if you end up reading this far!

Also if you’re interested in my other works, I’m euphine on fanfic.net and AO3 hehe

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geminiloopholed · 4 years

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Everyone thinks Lizzie is selfish (and she can be) and that she is a horrible twin but I decided to write a drabble on her illness. Has mentions of sex (nothing graphic or ANYTHING), mania, depression, self-harm (mentions), the bullying I am just gonna post it here for now but if anyone thinks I should post it in the tags, etc well then comment? Or just let me know what you think.

I used my experience plus creative freedoms, headcanons I had for Lizzie for a long time to make this.

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I feel like I'm a snow globe and someone shook me up and now every little piece of me is falling back randomly and nothing is ending up where it used to be ― Amy Reed, Crazy

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞?

Funny how things work from daddy working just a little too much and mommy busy searching for answers away from home, keeping it a secret that it is almost like an affair. A bunch of lies that the twins are forced to swallow down with cheap alcohol that they shouldn’t be drinking. How she should be asleep but instead she is here in this moment dancing around the room, music soft but it sounds loud in her ears. The amount of times she falls to the gym floor can be counted on how many bruises she will be covering up with makeup in the coming hours. A bloody lip and she is still going, only stopping to get some vampire blood to heal herself up (So no one will ever notice that Lizzie Saltzman isn’t perfect).

Her twin is the one that comes through the door at close to five pm and is shutting off the music. “Time to go hide in our room if you don’t want dad to worry.” It sounds like an I LOVE YOU from a siphon that barely says the worlds to the blonde. Sometimes, Lizzie wonders if maybe she could get that I love you if she just tries harder to be better. Lip curls into a smile, sweat making her clothes cling to skin and she feels a sense of pride swell up inside of her.

In the shower, she has to stop and can only smile at her razor blade because not today. not ever again.

Breakfast with her twin is with drumming fingers against her plastic cup filled with strawberry smoothie and a pancake that she eats half off before feeding the rest to a wolf that she is interested in, he is cute and has that damaged look in his eyes that Lizzie craves. Just like Josie, she wants to save a lost cause but the way she goes about it is different. Josie mother hens, Lizzie is the bad influence that will show you a good time right down to the letter

Snickers and snorts in her direction by the end of the day by Alyssa fucking Chang has her breathing fast, that witch has never been a friend of hers. When she was younger, she had been sent to the ER because of burns thanks to that witch. she doesn’t know all the damage her daddy did to that girl deep down in her subcouncious NOR does she care. The fifteen year old doesn’t five a fuck about the other’s wedgie trauma or lacktherefore of. In the bathroom, splashing water on her face and Josie holding her hair back as she vomits. It hurts when she is finished, her throat and stomach both ache from overuse and yet she still wishes there was more to throw up because she can avoid the other that way. Josie getting a paper towel for her twin.

“Thanks,” Lizzie whispers, shaking fingers grip an edge and wipe at her mouth, breathing in air that is hardly calming but she forces herself to fake it. “Go be with Satan.” Two more months and the Satan/God’s angel will be broken up and Lizzie will have her twin back. She is a blackhole of love and energy and it is pushing her twin away for the moment so she can handle shit herself even if that makes it a bigger deal.

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞?

No one warns you about the lack of sleep, about how sleeping three hours can feel like you slept all night long. How you can still go running around the school in the crisp fall air and be just fine.

Everyone is complaining about not sleeping and Lizzie just sits there, foot shaking feeling ALIVE and more important then anyone else, so much that she shot her mouth off and said maybe if you weren’t busy fucking David or whatever the night before you wouldn’t be so tired. Her best friend, one besides Josie ends their friendship right then and there and Lizzie doesn’t give a damn because she is BETTER OFF WITHOUT HER.

No one tells you that you feel ontop of the world but end up alone because being alone on top is nothing. Kings and Queens never knew who to trust either and they ended up being bad asses, marked down in history and that is what Lizzie wants, to be in the history books that kids read about seventy years from now when she is dead.

Life is fine even if it means skipping lunch to go walk around the halls for the thirty minute break listening to music in her head, the tune all jumbled and doesn’t make sense but whatever.

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞?

Just sex? How does one feel being in a state and having their first time in the fall air and when the boy leaves all she feels is cold and alone. Tears fall as she lets herself up and gets dressed. It didn’t help with her head, didn’t slow anything down like she had hoped and instead it added some new thoughts in her head. How someone could call you crazy and then get their fix, it ruins and destories. Getting back to the dorm by the time Josie is out of the shower sucked

Lizzie cleaned herself up in a bathroom stall the best she could, trying to get the taste of his kiss out of her mouth and off her lips. She wishes she could be held by her mother and told everything would be okay but she doesn’t want to be a blackhole, something that Penelope will later shoot out of her mouth during a manic episode by the time her birthday comes around. How Hope Mikaelson came in and even fucking helped her get the grass out of her hair without saying a world, because girls don’t knock each other down too far, at least not on this (Or maybe the Mikaelson has some tact on the subject). Lizzie changes her clothes and curls up into bed with Josie and sleeps for the four hours that she can sleep and is up praying that no one knows about what she had done.

No one seems to know the next day at breakfast and instead of sitting down? Lizzie is up walking around the building, helping teachers with getting things down and ready for the younger classmen.

𝐃𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 '𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞?

Of course, someone has to point it out to her father that Lizzie had been off her pills because he didn’t seem to noice. So busy with his private training sessions and whatever else that he assumed Lizzie’s anger outbursts were just teen angst but here it was a cry for help. It is with the help of MAGIC that they break the manic episode and she sleeps for four days off and on and her mommy comes down to hold her. For a split second she feels like she is whole again but that is an illusion.

It’s telling Josie between sobs about her first time without naming names only to find out that everyone knows because people brag about that sort of thing. How walking the walls forever would feel like someone placed a bag over her head and was just waiting for the air to waste away, for her to die. It’s then that her sister breaks up with Penelope Parks, attempts to fix the broken and shattered pieces and Lizzie lets her because she needs someone to care.

Dad leaves and so does mom, leaving the girls to pick up broken pieces all over again.

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞

The depressive episode comes and Josie is the one holding a blonde as she cries, blood coming from cuts that she made to try and feel better but it never works. It is praying that a manic episode would hurry up so she can have some relief. Queen of self-harm, Josie would tell a boy from the grill that ends up at the school. If Lizzie would know her twin would out her secret to someone else, she would have never let Josie through the door (She didn’t actually let the siphon, no Josie used magic to bust in)

No one tells them that having your twin giving you pills twice a day would be normal to both of you after that. Josie tossing them across the room and watching because clearly, no one else is going to do it. Lizzie can’t do it, her head tells her not to do it and right now she was too weak to do it herself. The agreement was just until they turned sixteen but tht would be cut short when Monsters start coming and this mopheaded boy that Lizzie swears she doesn’t like comes to down.

Josie is everything that grounds her and Lizzie is everything that makes Josie fly around like she has no wings but one half of a whole is hardly good math.

The twins sit in the bathroom with scissors cutting Lizzie’s once LONG hair to her shoulders. The once down to the middle of Lizzie’s back gets cut and even as she cries, Josie keeps going because there is no other way around it. No one talks about how depression can ruin your good locks because running a brush through it never comes to mind or it does and you are so tired tht you can’t be bothered.

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞?

All of her issues turned her mean but no one ever stopped to ask her if she was alright, no one ever cared to see behind the mask when she was still kind hearted and not putting up a front. No one gave a damn, just like her parents and sometimes just like Josie.

Penelope Park gets her pen at christmas time frozen and it breaks into millions of pieces, only after she mad Josie cry. It becomes the two of them (Penelope and Lizzie) going at one another. No one hurts Josie and gets away with it, if Penelope wasn’t someone Josie cared about, Lizzie would throw down and give that witch a wild bruising without care but Josie begs for the other not to do it.

Diana calls Josie a loser and what does Lizzie do? Punches her in the face. No one notices it is to honor her twin, to defend her really because no one ever thinks that Lizzie can be nice. No one thinks Lizzie cares about anyone BUT herself. Her mask is working only it works so well that Josie starts to believe it too.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

No one talks about the illness taking who you are and crushing it. No one talks about losing things like your hair or how you have impulses to have sex with someone you don’t know. This isn’t a dream, no one can go back and change how their brain works even if they would LOVE to do just that.

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . ❝Mine: Drabble❞ 【GEMINILOOPHOLED】#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . ❝Mine: All❞ 【GEMINILOOPHOLED】

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ask-the-apocalypse-kids · 5 years

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Feathers

Summary: It's Clementine’s fifteenth birthday. It's time for her wings to finally grow in, only problem, she has to deal with five long days of searing back pain. Thankfully, her boyfriend and girlfriend, Louis and Violet, are there to help her.

Au: Modern, wings

Warnings: Blood, body horror

Clem thought she would be ready for the big day. Her fifteenth birthday. The day her wings would start growing. But when she woke at three in the morning with unbearable back pain, she knew she wasn't ready.

The day before, Clem was excited to get her wings. She wouldn't stop talking about it with her mom and dad, Carley and Lee. They would just smile and say how proud they were of her. Going to bed that night, the only thing on her mind was getting her wings. She fell asleep with an excited grin.

The peace didn't last. At three o'clock in the morning, Clem woke up to an intense, sharp pain in her back. A scream of pain left her lips, waking her parents. In moments flat, they came running into the room, Lee with a bat in hand. The moment they saw Clementine curled up on the bed, tears streaming down her face, they understood.

“I-It h-hurts.” She cried. Carley went to her bed and looked at her back. Just what she thought. The skin around her shoulder blades were being stretched out and ripping in some places. “The process is starting.” She told her husband. “I'll get the pillows and blankets.” Lee said, walking out of the room. “Okay sweetie, we're gonna help you build a nest.” Carley explained. “N-nest?” Clem whimpered. “It's gonna help you through your process.” Her mother explained.

Lee soon came back with nearly every pillow and blanket in the house. Carley carefully picked Clem up from her bed while Lee set the pillows and blankets up in a circular fashion. Once he was done, Clem's bed had been turned into a small nest like cocoon. Carley carefully placed Clem into the nest before crawling in with her. Lee soon followed. Clem curled up to her parents, the searing pain in her back making her whimper.

The night was long and painful. Sleep didn't come easy. Clem spent nearly an hour and a half crying loudly due to the extreme pain. All her parents could do was quietly comfort her and hold her tight. By the time the sun finally rose, Clem was finally asleep. Carley carefully crawled out of the nest, she needed to make a phone call. Clem whimpered in her sleep and clung to her dad.

Carley pulled out her phone and called Clem's boyfriend and girlfriend’s parents, seeing if they could stay over for the week. Thankfully their parents agreed. About an hour passed before they showed up.

Waving goodbye to his parents, Louis walked into Clem's house with Violet by his side. “Hi Mrs. Everett.” Violet said as they walked inside. “Where's Clem?” Louis asked as he took off his shoes. “She's upstairs in her room.” Carley said quietly. They both nodded and walked upstairs.

As they climbed the stairs, they could hear Clementine’s quiet cries. It broke their hearts hearing her in such pain. They walked down the hall, approaching Clem's door. The crying was louder now and more heartbreaking. Louis looked over at Violet before knocking on the door. Three simple knocks.

“Come in.” A deep voice called. Violet opened the door slowly. The room was dark, lit only by the hallway light and the soft glow of fairy lights that hung over Clem’s bed. Entering the room, they saw that Clem was curled up to her father in the nest on her bed. She looked so small and frail. She was shaking and crying quietly. Louis and Violet felt their hearts shatter.

Lee looked up at them. “Thank god you two are here.” He sighed. “She needs you two.” He told them. Louis and Violet both nodded. Lee slowly moved from the nest, giving the two the space. Louis crawled in first, laying behind Clem. She whimpered a bit before snuggling up to him. Louis wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Violet crawled in next. She curled up in front of Clem, wrapping her arms around her middle. Lee left them alone.

“Hey darlin.” Louis hummed, taking a hold of Clem’s hand. “How are you feeling, peaches?” Violet asked her. “H-h-hurts.” Clem choked out. “I know darlin. It's gonna hurt for a while.” Louis told her. “It's just five days, Clem.” Violet added. Clem slowly nodded, her eyes stinging from crying.

Another wave of pain overtook Clem and she let out a shrill wail. Louis and Violet sprung into action, holding Clem close and whispering comforting words to her. Her quiet sobs were heartbreaking. Louis looked at her sadly before an idea came to him. “Darlin, can you lay on your stomach for me?” He whispered to her. Clem sniffled and nodded, turning to lay on her stomach.

Sitting up, Louis pushed Clem’s shirt up with his hand. With gentle fingers, Louis massaged her aching back. Clem closed her eyes tight at the pain before suddenly relaxing underneath Louis's comforting touch. She could still feel the pain, but the nice feeling of Louis’s warm hands on her aching back was enough of a distraction.

Violet scooted closer to Clem, placing a small kiss on her cheek. Reaching down, she slowly and softly ran her fingernails up and down her back, lightly scratching. Clem finally felt a little bit relaxed after hours of nonstop pain and crying. Her eyes fluttered close and she drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

...

Clem slowly woke up between Violet and Louis. She yawned quietly and nuzzled her face into Louis’s neck. “Morning sleeping beauty.” Louis hummed, a smile on his lips. “Morning.” Clem mumbled, her eyes half closed. “Sleep well?” He asked her. Clem nodded tiredly. “Well you should probably stay awake, Clemster. You've been asleep all day yesterday and all through the night.” He told her. “I have?” Clem looked up at him. “Yep.” He nodded.

“Five more minutes couldn't hurt.” she said, resting her head on his chest. “Hey, no. You're gonna get up and eat some breakfast.” Louis told her. “I don't wanna.” She whined. Louis sat up, pulling her up with him. “Well you're gonna have to.” He said. “Says the person who sleeps in till noon nearly every day.” Clem sassed. “Was that sass? Are you sassing me, little miss?” Louis said, his eyes narrowing playfully.

“You're damn right it was.” Clem smirked. “Ohoho you are in trouble now.” Louis chuckled, pushing Clem back against the bed. “You should know I hate sass.” He explained, sneakily placing his hand on her side. Clem's eyes widened when she realized what he was going to do. “Louis, don't you dare.” She warned. It was already too late.

Louis started lightly tickling Clem’s sides. Sweet giggles bubbled out of her lips. “Louis!” She laughed. “Yes, clemster?” He smirked. “Stop!” She squealed and squirmed around in his grip. “I don't know, should I?” He teased her. “Please!” Louis couldn't help but laugh himself at how adorable she was. He stopped tickling her and kissed her nose. “You're adorable, darlin.” He smiled, hugging her. “You're a jerk.” Clem huffed, hiding her face in his chest. “I love you too.” Louis said.

Clem perked up when she heard the door open. Looking over, she saw Violet walk through the door. “Morning, peaches.” She smiled, closing the door. “Morning, bunny.” Clem called over to her. Violet walked up to the bed, three bowls in her arms. “Fresh made oatmeal, you're favorite.” Violet said, handing a bowl to Clem. “Thanks.” She smiled, taking the bowl. Violet nodded and handed the other bowl to Louis.

“How are you feeling?” She asked Clem. “Still very sore.” She mumbled, eating her food. Violet nodded. After finishing her food, Clem put her bowl on the bedside table. Louis and Violet soon followed. The room was filled with silence. Clem soon broke the silence. “Guys?” She said quietly. “Yes, darlin?” Louis hummed. “Can I have a wing blanket?” She asked, her voice quiet as another wave of pain slowly started.

Louis and Violet both nodded with warm smiles. Louis stretched out his large wings from under his shirt. Laying on his stomach, he rested his wing over her. Clem smiled softly, running her hand over the dark brown and white speckled feathers. Violet crawled onto the bed, stretching out her black and white wings and laying one of her wings ontop of Clem.

Clem let out a soft sigh. This was a regular thing they did when they cuddled. Whenever Clem would have a nightmare, Lou and Vi would just rest their wings on top of her and she would be calmed in minutes. Clem loved wing blankets. It made her feel safe, knowing that her boyfriend and girlfriend were close by. Letting out a small yawn, she looked up at them. “I love you guys.” She whispered before drifting off to sleep.

-four days later-

Clem woke up the final morning in extreme pain. Her eyes flew open and she let out a strangled gasp. Sitting up, she bit down on her tounge to keep herself from screaming. Reaching over, she shook Louis and Violet awake. The two sat up immediately, looking at Clem. “What's wrong?” Violet asked her. Clem tried to speak but a yelp left her lips. “It's time.” Louis whispered.

Tears filled Clem’s eyes as she laid back. “Go get some towels, I'll help her get ready.” Violet told Louis. He nodded and left the room. “Peaches, I'm gonna need you to lay down on your stomach.” Violet told her. Clem looked up at her girlfriend with tears in her eyes. “Please do this for me.” Violet whispered. Slowly, Clem nodded and turned over, burying her face in the pillow.

Violet pushed Clem's shirt up, exposing her entire back. Violet could see the two large wings moving around under Clem's thin skin. They were ready to come out.

Louis came back with an arm full of towels and crawled onto the bed. Violet took some of the towels and placed them around Clem. This was gonna be messy.

Several hours had passed by. Clem was in absolute agony. Louis and Violet were doing everything they could to try and comfort her. But thankfully the final hour was upon them.

“We're almost there, darlin. Just hold on a bit more.” Louis told Clem. She weakly nodded, trying to keep her breathing even. Violet was keeping an eye on her wings. Clem's skin was paper thin, ready to break at any moment. With a towel in her arms, Violet was ready to catch any blood that goes flying.

“This is it!” Violet said as Clem's wings started to move rapidly. Louis held Clem's hand, wincing at how strong her grip was. The seconds seemed like hours to Clem as the pain increased in intensity. It kept building and building and building until…

There was a loud crack a splash of blood. The pain ceased and Clem collapsed into the pillows, feeling the warm blood run down her sides. Violet had caught most of the blood on the towel. Moving the towel down, she saw Clem’s wings. They laid on top of Clem, twitching slightly before they were stretched out.

Clem slowly sat up, looking at Louis and Violet. “You did a wonderful job, darlin.” Louis smiled. Clem looked back at her wings. They were light brown with white and grey specks, similar to that of a barn owl. Blood was glistening off the large feathers. They were beautiful.

“Bet it was worth all the pain?” Violet asked with a small smile. “Totally worth it.” Clem smiled. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.” Louis said, helping Clem off the bed. Louis took her to the bathroom where he washed the blood off her wings. After her bath, Clem played around with her wings. Moving them and flapping them. Clem knew she had a while to go before she could learn how to fly. But with Violet and Louis by her side, it will be worth the wait.

A\N: There will be a part two to this coming soon.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg s4 #twdg season 4 #the walking dead #twd #ask the apocalypse kids #twdg fanfiction #fanfic #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg lee #twdg carley #viclouis #clouis #violentine #fluff

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rifroleplays · 3 years

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Eeeeeep naturally i gotta spam when i can😉😉😏😏😏hehehe plus plus eeeeeeek there is a new OC on my radar! Eeep Hye-jin! Hehehehe☺🌟🌟❤🔥🌌

So without further ado! For the ask game could i pretty please with candy ontop ask...⚡✨ 👽 🗣️ for Hye-jin! Eeek!

Love ya loooooots neeeemo! Goood luck with all your work!🔥🔥❤❤🌟☺sending ya all the good vibes and sparkles! Oooh and guess what ❤🌟🌟🔥🔥im almost done with the first ping! Eeek🔥🌟🥺⭐

And she was done with both ‘pings’ before I got to answer either asks. Lol.

*ping: is how I notify my partner that I have responded to our rp’s, ‘pong’ is what I say when someone ‘pings’ me. 😂😂😂

Hye-jin Yo is an OC I wrote once upon a time for another roleplay that fell through and am recycling for an Ikesen RP with Zeta-dearest~

A/N: Interested in RP? DM me and we can maybe discuss something? I’m always open to talk! 😄😄😄

Answered in-character

⚡ What are your OC’s phobias? Is there any reasoning behind these? How do they calm themselves down after getting scared? What are they like when they’re afraid? Is there any chance of them overcoming their fears?

“Phobias? Me? Pah!” Hye-jin scoffs at the question as she rolls her eyes, throwing herself back in her seat. There are none that come to mind, really and Hye-jin feels pretty proud of that. After all, her brothers tried their hardest to scare little Hye-jin back when they were kids.

But the nagging feeling of obligation growing within her the longer the question lingers isn’t helping and eventually the female fiddles her thumbs as she sits upright again.

“I guess, if I have a trauma, it would be for...” she trails off at that, trying to think of a suitable trauma that might cause a phobia.

Did her brothers ever manage to scare her so badly that she felt like she was scarred forever? No scenarios came to mind, not even the times she accidentally walked in on them in the bathroom, even when she pretended to be. Not even the time they left her alone in a supposedly haunted house.

“Oh!” Hye-jin calls, snapping her fingers together, “I have it; an empty wallet!” she exclaims, nodding firmly at herself. There was nothing worse than an empty wallet because that meant no money to buy food, or to eat, or to... do anything really other than having to mooch off anyone else.

✨ If your OC were a deity of some kind, what would they represent? What do they look like? How are they worshipped and what offerings would they expect? What are their places of worship like? Their followers? Their teachings?

“Food, just give me food and I’m happy,” Hye-jin’s first remark is a quick one, her eyes glimmering at the thought of all the food offerings temples tend to house, the fresh fruits, the delicacies, the best pieces of meat... As a child Hye-jin remembers feeling envious of the food left behind at the shrines, tempted to snack on them herself. After all, it was left behind anyway, right? Nowadays she still wants to, but has a healthy amount of respect in her conduct.

“My teaching would be: see food, eat food! There is no use in denying yourself!” the female continues to exclaim, her mind whirring for another sage answer that she can share as she purses her lips. “Oh, and help. A kindness a day keeps the evil at bay!” Hye-jin continues before she narrows her eyes.

“Actually, no. Don’t be kind on my account. You should be kind to begin with and if you aren’t and don’t want to help people don’t bother with the food either. I won’t forgive a bastard like you anyway!”

That exclamation satisfies her more, even if it means less offerings. “Those fake offerings will give me a stomach ache anyway,” she explains to herself, though there is a slight regret in the back of her mind when she remembers that auntie that spits after everyone, but makes the best gimbap. Hye-jin stands resolute with her answer, however. Gimbap is a common streetfood anyway, after all. She could find another auntie, a kinder one with better rolls.

🗣️ What are the most painful words that can be said to your OC to utterly break them? What are the words that you could tell them to cheer them up? Maybe some advice to give them the boost they need!

Hye-jin lets go of a deep sigh as she thinks the question over, her lips parting as she nods to herself.

“You know when your parents give you that look of: I’m disappointed? But they don’t actually say it?” the female starts, her finger wagging in the air as she tries to recall the expression. Once she does she shivers, a sharp intake of her breath indicating an unpleasant memory.

“Doesn’t matter if it are your parents, or teachers, or anyone really. Even my brothers! Aish, just ruins my whole mood thinking of it,” Hye-jin gulps with another shudder.

Moving on from the topic Hye-jin doesn’t have to think long for what will cheer her up.

“Let’s go out for food, my treat!” Hye-jin laughs as she clasps her hands together. “Doesn’t matter what food, as long as it is good! It has to be good, but free food always tastes better anyway, doesn’t it?” Hye-jin says, her eyes brightening up as she has seemingly forgotten the earlier statement. Perhaps for the best, for that was truly depressing.

👽 Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!

“Ah, Hye-jin?” a male student repeats, adjusting the sling of his backpack as he coughs. “Yeah, she is a legend alright,” he scoffs and his friend next to him gives him a warning nudge.

“What?” the male lets out, a huff escaping him, “it isn’t like no one else on the campus doesn’t know her. Geez, she won’t curse you.”

To this the friend just lets go of a miserable sigh as he rubs the left side of his chest, just above his heart.

“Yeah, she won’t curse you. She will just eat your heart!”

The exclamation is met with another roll of the eye and a deep sigh from the first male who shakes his head.

“I don’t get what the big deal is about her. She looks kinda cute, I suppose. A but unfashionable, but cute enough. That personality is what keeps me away, though.”

To this the friend snaps his fingers, an ‘ohohoh’ following as there is another story to come.

“Did you hear about that class representative from the law faculty? He thought, because he is a chaebol, that he could woo her with expensive food on a date and she just invited her entire class along with his!”

“Wow, I almost feel sorry for his bill, but he probably has a platinum creditcard anyway,” the male scoffs to which his friend pats the other on the shoulder, his head shaking.

“She probably thought the same, you know. But that poor man. His pride, his heart, his intention!” The friend wails as he throws his hands up.

The male student shrugs again, clearly done with the conversation as he throws the hand off his shoulder.

“That is why one shouldn’t approach Hye-jin with those intentions. There is only work and food on her mind. She might actually take a bite out of your heart if it is made of rice!”

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babyawacs · 3 years

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.@law @law @laws @harvard_law @lawyercom @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom whyy yyyywould iddddddddiots that donot udnerstand what im doing but shuffle stigmas to degrade in asystem cooking analysises and developments daily onpurpose actually assume that t hat kind of brain doesnot develop in right that region inthe smartest of family most disciplined all life maybe too and then not even no tice these things but effort confirmation bias asiftheres a bonus whentheyre right about a tr ick or a malus whentheyre wrong about a trick so damage it in asystem that cooks heads vill age cornerwise a r b i t r a r i l y a s daytiemcharged where doyou start w hat the civillian had to explain em here what the pros wouldnt know already : intels shuffle stigmas because it is intel,itis allabout which trick works thistime which trick sticks thistim e that s o m e ofthefools pretendit beleiveit ispartofthe trick framing priming woodbride distortion bend it redact it allyouwant no melodram itis biology they damage of a human being but arbitrari ly harm to killhideously or just arbtirarily dowhattheywant arbitrarily asifits a tomato or a rock ******** we focus on prevention and fix is brightside jews andor ivy harvard atlea st billionairegrade usa b e f o r e standards lowered ie towards higherstandards more towa rds regeneration on prevented added harm ********* than nextbest bumlidokain germancure find a fengshui german fengshui alibi to throw more pills at t h a t while allalong #medic #medica l #medi file posts list accurate only a p a r t of themess plus longterm effects plus the thi ngs that matter c u m u la t i v e l y ontop of allofthat suffocate it maeke it think like a prostitute monfoolit germancure youre not you(theyaaaaaaallll are themselves) damage turnba ckclock tricks sneaky deconstruction so it fits its a trashcan leeech it why isit billiona ire fixed whenhe cant buy food leechit trickery heartkill he aeh we aeh deserve 50bucks weblo ated to 650 and we 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and no why was something you go t it d e e d typed //// the germans us ually poisongased arbitraritly that shifted to pathogengasing inthe chamber does noone wond er evenabout the co2 specialmix killtricks inteh values in air vent throughput thatthey isntalled the gasvalves intothe freshair chan nel above window plants because itis fres h throughput a n d a bubble of ionised air this year with minimal exposure outside to peo ple but rigorous washing after grocerystore and outside including pullover change phone cle aning they got pathogen loads and co2 values and nox values and interoxide exchange murdert ricks and arsenide values and such of which use the chance n otarstamp it publish it it is not just deedtyped itis f a c t u a l i t y deedtyped and as typical intel murder tricks hedged stigmas typical damages on co unterfactual basis instead see if temperature (!)because its airflush through can be nutted on what them gas allalong whcih allknow allalong asits daycharged allalong phone replace 1948 during mail is //// #teeth #example checkalso iftgermans were again onthe teeth the lowleft outest one doesnt addup again its likely facebone teethbonemess ona formerfix t hey always dothese things andimstuck withthe day damamge the 12tooth isthesame itwas fixed th en faceboneteethbonemess february or april redmamged it then it infected on rootcanal toot hbase the facebone teethbonemesses were from experiment surgeries 2004 with cheap klammern s on but isntead fixed once remessed re remessed and re re remessed itis healthinsurance c harged sothe teethdamamges the a b s c e n c e of other problems on teethflesh for tenyears the ring around which teeth were damaged by their very own assessment their own assessment each front top teeth namely a big ring aroudn it a f t e r this they suddenly drilled the outerlow ones too whihc were n o t highlighted as damamged intheir very own assessment allofthe mess is a big big big fuckup of day damages based on r e a l d e a l harm forinstance verfassungsschutz installs a tooth int he basis of leftlow in rubbertitts which occasionally injured the toothflesh then overtaped i t the teeth scans are an (!)alleinstellungsmerkmal they identify people by teeth scans and i mplant scans and such notjust chips the mmw aves are looooong time around inthe realdeal the radio spectroscopy knew allalong their own mix as what i brought the cops a n d threw intothe mailbox to opcw a nd embassies //// childfoolmess 311 slapemdown squeeze em destroy gasvalves itisnot bigdeal germans shuffle stigmas because itis intel itis whichtrickworksri ghtnow decoys that their government+criminal timecontrolsystem is daytimecharged quells fort une access selfhelp shuffles murder tricks and pedo orgies tomake guilty if pathologisations ticks its batshitnuts or cook forehead momfool if pervert itspedoorgies if hooker oftheland its hookersmear andabuse if hatenut hitler terror threat its that if teenieweeenie turnbac kclock trick its taht because itis intel daytimecharged germangovt+timecontrolsystem itis w hich trick works thistime find foot aim catapulter usually suffocatekilltrickssssuffocate c ockroach ondamamgedheart 230 squeeze cautionwithsupport chekcifits gaser above only pieceof crap itslike cockroaches damage moelst rape and see ifthey can reinterpet sth that youre guil ty for t h e i r crimes this is mildsafe while youfight not to die on a hearttrick oftheirs repeated cockroaches ihate em //// brainwav e scissor nanooilantenna ornot readsout every thought realtime. @doc @doctors @redcross @who @harvard why can fools get away with trick framing priming fear fears uncontrolledfears p a n i c while the type is bombout suffocator gaser jailassmolester in a n g e r victimisat ion how is it not o b v i o u s the criminal german govt with its timecontrol accomplices shuffled harms shuffled proxies quelle d selfhelp got daytimecharged forthe monstrosities they commit realtime and there on shuffle d a n y e v e r ysingle dirty trick they had to quell it as immunisation which isnt even new the first thing snowden expected was docification the gundeal bureacrat got intotheir real deal- got docified - rehabilitated in daytime govt tv a miracle on fresh leadership freshbroo m miracle maybe vonderleyen but its not ne w? ******* how do the germans get away with misusing docification for control and quell of their sins their german monstrosities they a r e daytime charged they quelledit a nd corner it to nutting while efforting h e a r t k i l l and xraybeam and arbitrariy hideou smix trick not one unspoiled meal ******* catapult terror is just as spam as intel roofho le gasing deed typed andthefix: to either batshit nutsnesss: pedo orgies pedo sexual as sault with minors dozens a day sometimes after daytimecharging it uptothis januar eu hum anrights 3781/20 since 2800/10 6ar50/19local in d-74821 //// good doctors dont try to havebeenright nomatter what the facts are a nd sure not if setup by a criminal system and damnsure not when everything thats happening i s f a r f ar f a r m o r e relev ant than any cherrypicked template shitball throw bum lidokain atit or find the cockroach that intel roofhole gases and murder beam radartricks into heart and shutsdown digestive system+ stomach and catapults interoxide exchange cellsuffocators into heart wait its deedtype d? and the typing of it is the nutting? just thatthe heart dies from 69HDL 91LDL and 91mgdl lo ngtermsugar? I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + # INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 3 4 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss ///// example: fortune: ca nthey buy a magflight? @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom example #gundeal discredited madeit into daysheeple govt tv. nothi ng is new about the trick /// framing here: wasit a mistake?nota mistake? : thegermans?misus e?their doc system? as? control entity. its obvious and norway didnt lookatit before. /// as charged "immunisation is averted+nut tricks asif no compensation is necessary ofwhatthey o vertape allalong" @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom thebasisis intelhell +covered a swhat. whiletheir basis nutit doesnot undo compensate neutered mengele tricks //// repalced phone 1951 +ealrmypahtic then ehadimapct +ealrmy pahticaime 1954 /// dddddddddddddddrrowsyign headimapct bycockro ach 1950 then ear whzatisit they donthave to justify each catapu lt and chamber gasing isitntit its howtoterrorise a pet in a cage w a y toooften then snea kintoit and pornit and thats the germanfix because they are german they deserve the inventio ns too itis hightreason togermany ifthey dont //// whatis the pro-word for idddiots that d amageyou suffocate you to find what a damaged transvestitefool you are soit saves em money #su dokus .@law @law @laws @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom lawyers hedge abit that every crime the germans did,occured while they tried to hedge every wet fart on hemm orides as severe mental illness allalong these tricks decoy who is charged daytime for what whilethey do what allalong while what is charged daytime decoyed with what allalong //// is?nutting? intel hell a crime? and if staying damages happen? staying dam ages they overtape and know? staying damamges they overtape and know c h a r g e d d a y t i m e? adds damages d u r i n g nutting rapes and adds pedo sexual assaults during nutting for charging it daytime andifits based on averted formality immunisation caused as botch? but immunised the rapers? from angle to an gle it gets german german german and really german itsjust the part of it what youwanna po kein? poisons ? brought to clowncops inte firstplace whilethey shuffle more harms? yomama from a criminally insane family while they d othe same with her? oh whoopsie it died barely averting the worst regularly? prostitute o f the land and the worstpaid ever we set it up and breach barricades and set himup to after pre p and reinstall barricades because were german nice? what aspects of this mess doyouwan to pokein? he showers and feeds the cat but its not... .. .. aeh.. . .. aaa dunno cant we .. ssssssex! pedo! sex! because he is aeh a t r a n s v e s t i t e and I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful ? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss

.@law @law @laws @harvard_law @lawyercom @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom whyy yyyywould iddddddddiots that donot udnerstand what im doing but shuffle stigmas to degrade in asystem cooking analysises and developments daily onpurpose actually assume that t hat kind of brain doesnot develop in right that region inthe smartest of family most disciplined all life maybe too and then not even no tice these things but effort confirmation bias asiftheres a bonus whentheyre right about a tr ick or a malus whentheyre wrong about a trick so damage it in asystem that cooks heads vill age cornerwise a r b i t r a r i l y a s daytiemcharged where doyou start w hat the civillian had to explain em here what the pros wouldnt know already : intels shuffle stigmas because it is intel,itis allabout which trick works thistime which trick sticks thistim e that s o m e ofthefools pretendit beleiveit ispartofthe trick framing priming woodbride distortion bend it redact it allyouwant no melodram itis biology they damage of a human being but arbitrari ly harm to killhideously or just arbtirarily dowhattheywant arbitrarily asifits a tomato or a rock ******** we focus on prevention and fix is brightside jews andor ivy harvard atlea st billionairegrade usa b e f o r e standards lowered ie towards higherstandards more towa rds regeneration on prevented added harm ********* than nextbest bumlidokain germancure find a fengshui german fengshui alibi to throw more pills at t h a t while allalong #medic #medica l #medi file posts list accurate only a p a r t of themess plus longterm effects plus the thi ngs that matter c u m u la t i v e l y ontop of allofthat suffocate it maeke it think like a prostitute monfoolit germancure youre not you(theyaaaaaaallll are themselves) damage turnba ckclock tricks sneaky deconstruction so it fits its a trashcan leeech it why isit billiona ire fixed whenhe cant buy food leechit trickery heartkill he aeh we aeh deserve 50bucks weblo ated to 650 and we deserve because he aeh xraymurder beam head heart allday everyday rubidi um radongasing xraybeamtricks pathogen killit he types what we do with him traitor he aeh e ven wrote a diary about it woa satanic he hates the germans oc casionally but satanic enough right then ev enmore so ******** no melodram itis biology what they damage not a t omato or some dull rock we focus on prevention and fix is brightside jews andor ivy harvard atleast billionairegrade usa b e f o r e standards lowered ie towards higherstandards more towards regeneration on prevented added harm ********* ////// they are g e r m a ns they aeh germancure aeh nervous guts from crapping ocne a day or twice aday after subdue to t r y i n g t o fourtimes a day woopsie if myster iously theorgans die and they gladly kill support for it to resubdue as poisongas every chow irradiate and xraybea m and terror cockroachdrug spoil filters it is g e r m a n y its devious bbbbbbbbbbbbbbastardmonsters squared cubed with victimblame and no why was something you go t it d e e d typed //// the germans us ually poisongased arbitraritly that shifted to pathogengasing inthe chamber does noone wond er evenabout the co2 specialmix killtricks inteh values in air vent throughput thatthey isntalled the gasvalves intothe freshair chan nel above window plants because itis fres h throughput a n d a bubble of ionised air this year with minimal exposure outside to peo ple but rigorous washing after grocerystore and outside including pullover change phone cle aning they got pathogen loads and co2 values and nox values and interoxide exchange murdert ricks and arsenide values and such of which use the chance n otarstamp it publish it it is not just deedtyped itis f a c t u a l i t y deedtyped and as typical intel murder tricks hedged stigmas typical damages on co unterfactual basis instead see if temperature (!)because its airflush through can be nutted on what them gas allalong whcih allknow allalong asits daycharged allalong phone replace 1948 during mail is //// #teeth #example checkalso iftgermans were again onthe teeth the lowleft outest one doesnt addup again its likely facebone teethbonemess ona formerfix t hey always dothese things andimstuck withthe day damamge the 12tooth isthesame itwas fixed th en faceboneteethbonemess february or april redmamged it then it infected on rootcanal toot hbase the facebone teethbonemesses were from experiment surgeries 2004 with cheap klammern s on but isntead fixed once remessed re remessed and re re remessed itis healthinsurance c harged sothe teethdamamges the a b s c e n c e of other problems on teethflesh for tenyears the ring around which teeth were damaged by their very own assessment their own assessment each front top teeth namely a big ring aroudn it a f t e r this they suddenly drilled the outerlow ones too whihc were n o t highlighted as damamged intheir very own assessment allofthe mess is a big big big fuckup of day damages based on r e a l d e a l harm forinstance verfassungsschutz installs a tooth int he basis of leftlow in rubbertitts which occasionally injured the toothflesh then overtaped i t the teeth scans are an (!)alleinstellungsmerkmal they identify people by teeth scans and i mplant scans and such notjust chips the mmw aves are looooong time around inthe realdeal the radio spectroscopy knew allalong their own mix as what i brought the cops a n d threw intothe mailbox to opcw a nd embassies //// childfoolmess 311 slapemdown squeeze em destroy gasvalves itisnot bigdeal germans shuffle stigmas because itis intel itis whichtrickworksri ghtnow decoys that their government+criminal timecontrolsystem is daytimecharged quells fort une access selfhelp shuffles murder tricks and pedo orgies tomake guilty if pathologisations ticks its batshitnuts or cook forehead momfool if pervert itspedoorgies if hooker oftheland its hookersmear andabuse if hatenut hitler terror threat its that if teenieweeenie turnbac kclock trick its taht because itis intel daytimecharged germangovt+timecontrolsystem itis w hich trick works thistime find foot aim catapulter usually suffocatekilltrickssssuffocate c ockroach ondamamgedheart 230 squeeze cautionwithsupport chekcifits gaser above only pieceof crap itslike cockroaches damage moelst rape and see ifthey can reinterpet sth that youre guil ty for t h e i r crimes this is mildsafe while youfight not to die on a hearttrick oftheirs repeated cockroaches ihate em //// brainwav e scissor nanooilantenna ornot readsout every thought realtime. @doc @doctors @redcross @who @harvard why can fools get away with trick framing priming fear fears uncontrolledfears p a n i c while the type is bombout suffocator gaser jailassmolester in a n g e r victimisat ion how is it not o b v i o u s the criminal german govt with its timecontrol accomplices shuffled harms shuffled proxies quelle d selfhelp got daytimecharged forthe monstrosities they commit realtime and there on shuffle d a n y e v e r ysingle dirty trick they had to quell it as immunisation which isnt even new the first thing snowden expected was docification the gundeal bureacrat got intotheir real deal- got docified – rehabilitated in daytime govt tv a miracle on fresh leadership freshbroo m miracle maybe vonderleyen but its not ne w? ******* how do the germans get away with misusing docification for control and quell of their sins their german monstrosities they a r e daytime charged they quelledit a nd corner it to nutting while efforting h e a r t k i l l and xraybeam and arbitrariy hideou smix trick not one unspoiled meal ******* catapult terror is just as spam as intel roofho le gasing deed typed andthefix: to either batshit nutsnesss: pedo orgies pedo sexual as sault with minors dozens a day sometimes after daytimecharging it uptothis januar eu hum anrights 3781/20 since 2800/10 6ar50/19local in d-74821 //// good doctors dont try to havebeenright nomatter what the facts are a nd sure not if setup by a criminal system and damnsure not when everything thats happening i s f a r f ar f a r m o r e relev ant than any cherrypicked template shitball throw bum lidokain atit or find the cockroach that intel roofhole gases and murder beam radartricks into heart and shutsdown digestive system+ stomach and catapults interoxide exchange cellsuffocators into heart wait its deedtype d? and the typing of it is the nutting? just thatthe heart dies from 69HDL 91LDL and 91mgdl lo ngtermsugar? I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + # INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 3 4 64 Helpful? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss ///// example: fortune: ca nthey buy a magflight? @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom example #gundeal discredited madeit into daysheeple govt tv. nothi ng is new about the trick /// framing here: wasit a mistake?nota mistake? : thegermans?misus e?their doc system? as? control entity. its obvious and norway didnt lookatit before. /// as charged “immunisation is averted+nut tricks asif no compensation is necessary ofwhatthey o vertape allalong” @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom thebasisis intelhell +covered a swhat. whiletheir basis nutit doesnot undo compensate neutered mengele tricks //// repalced phone 1951 +ealrmypahtic then ehadimapct +ealrmy pahticaime 1954 /// dddddddddddddddrrowsyign headimapct bycockro ach 1950 then ear whzatisit they donthave to justify each catapu lt and chamber gasing isitntit its howtoterrorise a pet in a cage w a y toooften then snea kintoit and pornit and thats the germanfix because they are german they deserve the inventio ns too itis hightreason togermany ifthey dont //// whatis the pro-word for idddiots that d amageyou suffocate you to find what a damaged transvestitefool you are soit saves em money #su dokus .@law @law @laws @harvard_law @ap @reuters @bbc_whys @snowden @haaretzcom lawyers hedge abit that every crime the germans did,occured while they tried to hedge every wet fart on hemm orides as severe mental illness allalong these tricks decoy who is charged daytime for what whilethey do what allalong while what is charged daytime decoyed with what allalong //// is?nutting? intel hell a crime? and if staying damages happen? staying dam ages they overtape and know? staying damamges they overtape and know c h a r g e d d a y t i m e? adds damages d u r i n g nutting rapes and adds pedo sexual assaults during nutting for charging it daytime andifits based on averted formality immunisation caused as botch? but immunised the rapers? from angle to an gle it gets german german german and really german itsjust the part of it what youwanna po kein? poisons ? brought to clowncops inte firstplace whilethey shuffle more harms? yomama from a criminally insane family while they d othe same with her? oh whoopsie it died barely averting the worst regularly? prostitute o f the land and the worstpaid ever we set it up and breach barricades and set himup to after pre p and reinstall barricades because were german nice? what aspects of this mess doyouwan to pokein? he showers and feeds the cat but its not… .. .. aeh.. . .. aaa dunno cant we .. ssssssex! pedo! sex! because he is aeh a t r a n s v e s t i t e and I am Christian KISS BabyAWACS – Raw Independent Sophistication #THINKTANK + #INTEL #HELLHOLE #BLOG https://www.BabyAWACS.com/ [email protected] PHONE / FAX +493212 611 34 64 Helpful ? Pay. Support. Donnate. paypal.me/ChristianKiss

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thedietian · 6 years

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it is destroying my home, my family and my pets

Uncomfortable, disturbing, feeling dirty , uneasy….in severe days, feel like dying. But is only when you hv this very frust n disturbing I will just says dying is better but I won’t take my life. Just a saying. Doc im here to get rid of this problem.

It hurts soo bad. I want to cry.

No one understands or believe I’m sick

The overall ill feeling and when doctors can’t find something wrong with me and think it’s in my head is driving me totally crazy.

I can’t find anything that will make my symptoms go away. I’ve tried diet changes, supplements, biofeedback, acupuncture, and anything else I hear about.

Can not wear certain things, burning when urination, itchy, swelling, and the discharge including smell bf is tired of me.

Cannot sleep,bloated tummy,weight gain,itchy body,skin rash on face, always constipated and tired, always feeling sick and have no confidence in any thing or at anytime. having white coating on the tongue with black pigmennt on the sides. smelly disc

I can’t have sex and it makes me feel awful mentally and physically,

I cannot have a healthy sexual relationship with my boyfriend. I am always self conscious.

I constantly have a nasty smell under me. Sometimes when its hot I start to feel a mucky substance down there.

wear my hair over my ears so people can’t see my flakey, red, blotchy outer ears… only my son cuts my hair… always itchy… have edema in my legs that never goes down now… bloated stomach… can’t lose weight i am here to seek your help.

A severe fatigue, weak muscles, lack of coordination, dizziness, diahhear, GI distress, anorxia. lowe grade temperature elevations on a frequent basis and basically just feeling weak and tired all owver, help pls.

Aggrevated by, Interferes with and causes discomfort during sexual activity Digestive problems Chronic presence, nothing helped me

Being so uncomfortable and the fact that there is no physical home test and no permanent cure for this infection

I have heard tens and thousands of these complains and how candida can totally RUIN ONES LIFE and brings HAVOC.

I have been asked by many people, how did it all start, why did you spend so much time writing such a comprehensive book on treatment of candida yeast infections? It all started with my own personal experience of developing a severe yeast infection in 1985, and taking approximately one and a half years to get my health back. I was in constant pain due to persistent itch, brain fog, bloating, gas, fatigue, and feeling unwell all the time. My GF left me, I lost my job and I was told by doctor to see a psychologist because I was losing myself.

I could remember days when I just couldn’t sit next to my girlfriend due to constant bloating, gas and itch around my skin. It was driving me nuts. Every time I would sit next to someone the gas/bloating would start and I had to just get somewhere quiet to let the gas go. There was no relief just constant pain. Symptoms vary from person to person but for most of us (men) itching in the private part/skin, bloating, gas, feeling unwell and tired all the time is a major sign of candida yeast infection. And it’s not just me or you who was/is going through all this read these complaints from my candida patients:

chronic stomach pain, not being able to eat anything at all without out feeling full after just a few bits and severe constant pain in upper abdomen.

constant headaches and distant very agitated all the time and angry

Constant itching in my ears, causing me to scratch my ear canals in my sleep

Constant tiredness and joint pain; intense stomach pain followed by days of sore throat; acidy feeling through whole digestive system from throat to urinary tract, etc..

Difficulties when urinating,after urinating I still feel like I want to urinate.

dizziness and fatigue all the time – restless in the middle of night, waking up 2-3 times a night weird sudden little pains in wrist area, legs feeling heavy – dry mouth w/white tongue residue, gum and right ear ache – right nostril always congested

everytime i have sex i get a bladder infection, the pain,swellings ontop of my vagina and my vulva the frustrations of itching and leaking and the worries of transferring it to my partner

Feeling drained and tired throughout. The fact that it reoccurs and doctors keep saying its staph.

Fuzzy/dizziness, blurring of eye vision , unexplainable pains in my joints, 80% of the time no energy, feeling depress for no reason, constipation, dry mouth, right ear ache – right nose nostril always stays congested, wake up from sleep as least 2-3

Having numerous symptoms which I am sure are linked but when I go to the doctor they sound mild and are not taken seriously, but as a whole I feel very under-the-weather and unwell.

Back to my story, I found no satisfaction when it came asking for help from my doctor, and my naturopath could not offer much assistance either, apart from a very basic low-carbohydrate diet and a few supplements. It took me eighteen months to get well by myself after studying and carefully applying the principles that were popular at the time, from Dr. William Crook and Dr. Orion Truss.

In addition, I grew up witnessing my father experiencing a chronic yeast infection spanning more than twenty years; he was addicted to bread and sweet foods; lived a high stress lifestyle and took many antibiotics and various other drugs for his ailments, most of which were stress induced. Dad spent countless thousands of dollars with gastroenterologists who could find “no cause” for his continual ill health. He was not interested in looking for the cause, nor interested in natural medicine, and the symptomatic treatments his doctors offered only included more drugs that ensured his candida remained rampant. Not one doctor ever mentioned diet or lifestyle factors, let alone acknowledged that he even had a yeast-related problem. This taught me early on of the importance of establishing and dealing with the exciting or initiating cause (antibiotics and high stress lifestyle) and in addition to identify and deal with the maintaining causes (diet, drugs and a continuing high stress lifestyle) if I was going to help my patients fully recover. Here are more complaints any of these sound familiar?

I feel excessively tired. I get hungry shortly after meals. I have recurring health problems that the doctors find no results for.

i feel itchy in and around vagina and white liquid comes out.the liquid has a quite bad smell.i want to rub hard around and on my vagina.

I get them frequently and have for years whether I’m sexually active or not and I don’t know what else to do to prevent them. It takes longer to get rid of them and no doctor can tell me why I get them.

i hate feeling yuck every day an not having much energy to do things

I have them so often and it hurts to have sex with my husband

I just want it to go as soon as possible. I dislike not being perfectly okay.

I seem to never get rid of what I believe to be vaginal bacterial infections. It affects my husband and I’s sex life because it is extremely irritated down there frequently, and I almost always get a UTI after we have sex. I’ve tried all sorts of stuff

Im so uncomfortable, I cant wear underwear cuz they make feel wet or sticky my people skills are horrible because Im so insecure that someone notice how figity I am due my discomfort. Sometimes I cant even wear my regular jeans bcuz they rub me wrong

It’s unbelievably itchy and irritant to walk or run and even being still I can feel the need to itch or stinging feeling

itchiness all over my body (back of neck, thighs, butt, arms, etc). after scratching, i’m left with large welts. it looks like i was whipped.

itching all day even when working, hard to focus, embarassing, distracting

Itching and burning, not being in a normal every day condition.

I began giving advice about candida related health problems more than 25 years ago when I was a student of naturopathy and soon specialized in yeast infections the moment I began to see patients in the early 1990’s. Once people knew I had an interest in yeast infections, I was beginning to see an increasing amount of people with all kinds of acute and chronic yeast-related health problems. After many initial years of only having partial success with candida, I began to feel a sense of frustration because I didn’t want my patients to experience the same level of frustration, anxiety and depression I did when I visited doctors and my naturopath when I had chronic candida, and for them to experience only partial results, relapsing back into a chronic state time and again with little hope of one day experiencing a full recovery.

My desire over the years was to develop a simple yet highly effective yeast infection treatment plan, a permanent yeast solution. This set me on the path that has finally culminated in Candida Crusher today. I initially started to learn by clinical research as well as trialing the many established yeast infection treatment methods, and by sheer trial and error over a prolonged period of time I slowly but surely began to develop my own methods. And today people consult me from over thirty different countries with all manner of yeast infections.

But how did I get this knowledge? My patients have been my best teachers, and by remaining in clinic for more than twenty years and specializing in yeast infections you soon learn from experience what works and what doesn’t and begin to fine tune a program based on these collective experiences.

In addition to my clinical experiences, there has been much time invested with many health-care professionals, taking into account their clinical experiences, looking at the methods they found most helpful when treating yeast infections. Every practitioner has his or her own professional experience to share and it is the combination of these many shared and accumulated experiences from both patient treatments and practitioner relationships that I have distilled into Candida Crusher, hard earned knowledge from which I hope you will gain valuable insights into your own yeast-related health concerns.

lack of concentration, drowsiness, mental health problems, acne, bad taste in the mouth, coated tongue, sore throat in the morning, athlete’s foot between the toes

My biggest frustration when suffering from yeast infection is the rubbing of my underwear its irritating and there are stains on all of my underwears.

My itching vulva while trying to sleep. I have tested positive for candida parapsilosis and have been battling candida for over 15 years. I eat healthy, use garlic, p robotics and herbs and still can’t seem to eradicate this yeast. It is flucanazole that caused all this i think.

My stomach always hurting me. It gets very bloated & sore to touch. I get lots of gas & pain. I don’t enjoy food anymore & always feel tired after eating.

My symptoms mainly were burning tongue, psoriasis of the hands, and face and around my eyes, which would water and burn and itch in that order…resulting in a fine rash under my eyes. Intense itching in my groin area (externally). I have had a lot more help me.

My vagina is very Itchy and sometimes burning when I urinate. I have a discharge sometimes is looks yellow and other times it looks like cottage cheese.

Not being able to have sex and suffering from a yeast infection almost everyday!!!!

Not knowing how to fix the problems and having so many days where my stomach hurts to the point where I just want to stay in bed.

Overall feeling so very CRAPPY…Yucky; and no enthusiasim about much of anything.

Let me show you how it is possible to not only overcome these symptoms but also how to treat your chronic yeast infection, and also how and more importantly why a candida yeast infection can literally ruin your chances of having a happy life, or the life of your partner or child and why you need to do something about it TODAY!

I’ll also explain why yeast infections are so difficult to eradicate, and the secrets to getting well and help you find a permanent solution to your yeast infection.

If you find yourself reading this page, then you may well be trying to self-diagnose if you have a yeast infection, or are suffering with a candida overgrowth right now, suffering from a condition that can be fully resolved. There are some easy and highly effective ways for you to get well completely and recover entirely from a Candida yeast infection, and chances are that you have come to this page to find that solution. You have come to the right page in that case!

Perhaps you are a person who has only recently figured out that he or she has a yeast infection? You will be able to click on many different links on this page and then be able to read the information you were looking for. Candida yeast infections are NOT like simple bacterial infections, it is not just a matter of taking a few pills like an antibiotic for a couple of days to knock-out this infection!

On the other hand, you could be a person who has been dealing with a yeast infection for some time and have taken probiotics or an antifungal supplement like garlic, oregano oil, grapefruit seed extract, SF 722, Syntol, Candeze, etc; only to discover you get partial relief, and become unwell time again down the track? It looks like you are looking for an effective and quick solution! There are plenty of options on this page too.

Maybe you are one of those people who has been suffering with a chronic yeast infection for many years and have tried every trick in the book to get rid of it. You may have spent thousands of dollars like so many patients I have seen over the years. But what is even worse than wasting all this money; the fact that you are wasting your life and ruining any chances of a happy life by not curing your yeast infection.

persistent mucous coughing poor memory tiredness sensitivity to chenicals cravings

prescriptions I have received should have indicated for no longer than 2 weeks. I was not aware of the steroids in the medicine. Due to improper instructions certain areas my skin has become extremely thin and sensitive.

Reduced enjoyment and frequency of intercourse due to itching and burning

Roller coaster of feelings; anxiety, tiredness, moody, irritable, depression, just not feeling self.

Scrotum…groin area itch..get rashly..then better..then starts over

sense of having lost libido/general lack of energy/strength/endurance/

Severe bloating. Look like I’m pregnant.

severe itching making me uncomfortable,unable to feel free

sore most of the time not finding help im sick and tired of having no quality of life i have had candida for 20 some yrs i will be eternally grateful if you help me.

That can I never be the same or happy….I’m always worried what people will smell and think i am some dirty women.

The anxiety/depression, headaches, slight chest pains, intrusive thoughts. I have tried everything to get rid of this infection nothing has worked.

The embarrassment of telling someone you’ve just started dating that you have problems down there.

The fact that my gut is always bloated out and I am constantly constipated no matter what I eat.

The feeling of being unable to accomplish anything because I can’t concentrate, stay focused or remember anything. I’ve had to give up my job and try to find my own answers to my severe health problems because the doctors I’ve visited don’t know

the frustration of not gettng rid of it and the uncomfortable feeling it gives you which turns your normal life into hell.

The itching and burning, have had chronic vaginal yeast infections before and everything I tried didn’t work to get rid of it until I bleached all of my underwear and completed an oral treatment and topical vaginal treatment at the same time which worked for a while and then it came back.

The itching is the biggest frustration. Along with not feeling like myself. Tired, irritable, moody, just an overall feeling of un wellness.

The itching. It’s almost unbearable at times. Also, the discharge is kind of gross and I always have to wear a panty liner.

The numerous food allergies that make eating a healthy diet very challenging. Seems like I have only a handful of foods I can eat without feeling horrible. Also the lack of energy to get anything done.

The odor it gives off, the white stuff that comes out of my virgina, and the internal itching is at a level i want to just die its painful and embarassing.

The struggle to cure the problem. It usually takes at least six days for treatment to work, and there is no guarantee that the treatment I choose is the correct formula to treat it. This causes a major rift in my sex life antibiotics made it worst for me.

This has destroyed my sex life with my wife. She consistently treats but gets yeast infections. I am thinking its me because she get them EVERY time no matter how gentle I am. Found you online and why i am seeking your aide.

white tongue with dark pigment on sides, constipated,weight gain bigger tummy, tired. itchy skin and rash on face. no confidence and concentration , feeling sick and drained, foggy vision

The answer to all these questions: Candida Crusher – Permanent Yeast Infection Solution

The Candida Crusher Program will be of enormous benefit to all people who are sincere in their attempts in wanting a permanent solution to their yeast infection. But naturally, not everybody will achieve the same level of results, because an individual’s results and outcomes are dependent on many factors.

Candida Crusher took three years to complete after constant requests from many patients who have been eagerly waiting for my book on yeast infection treatment. I trust that you will find plenty of useful information in my book, and put the information to good use. Knowledge is important, but it is only when this knowledge is faithfully applied that it is of any true benefit, and I trust that those who purchase Candida Crusher faithfully apply this hard earned knowledge for their own benefit. Results are sure to come with those who are sincere, but there is ample information in Candida Crusher on what to do “if all else fails”.

Dr. Bakker’s book takes Candida treatment to the level it needs to be taken. It is a breakthrough book for this generation like Dr. William Crooks books were to the generation of the 1980s.

Leading Authority & Expert on Adrenal Fatigue

Dr. Bakker’s book is a well-researched, intelligent analysis of the problem of candida overgrowth, which is more common than realized. The recommendations for diagnosis and treatment are rational and clinically effective.

Dr. Mitchell A. Fleisher, M.D., D.Ht., D.A.B.F.M., Dc.A.B.C.T.

Author of Alternative DrMCare Natural Medical Self-Care Protocols

Dr. Bakker has assembled the authoritative volume on all things Cadidiasis. This remarkable resource offers a comprehensive holistic approach to treating the underlying causes of all forms of acute and chronic Candida infections. Candida Crusher doubles as both a valuable self-help book and a serious professional guide that has something to offer for all families and health care practitioners. I highly recommend it to people suffering from candida yeast infections.

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Hi Eric, Thank you for helping me with a problem which has been causing me grief for many years – my toenails. Ever since I can remember I have had awfully smelly toes. I have tried every lotion and potion I could find and thanks to your Candida Crusher program can now say that I can finally believe that soon I will be free from athlete’s foot. Look at the improvement! You asked me for a photo so here it is. I can recommend your services to anyone who has tried everything else. And Eric, don’t hesitate to catch up with me when you come to Brisbane next. Regards, Gary Nulfield, Brisbane, Australia (Picture Hidden for Privacy Reasons)

Athlete’s Foot – Cured Hi Eric, I just wanted to share with you how happy I am to finally be able to see healthy toenails after more than 30 years of awful, terrible athlete’s feet and discoloured and terrible misshapen toenails. You did promise me that in time my toenails would grow out to be normal again, but I never ever believed that it would really happen! But the interesting this is that we didn’t really treat my feet, but my digestion which I cannot get over. My allergies have disappeared and my digestion is back to normal, all in the span of 6 months, I still can’t believe it, I am absolutely thrilled!! I wish you all the best with your candida book, your advice and information was certainly worth it for me. I just wish I could have gotten a copy, but you mentioned that you were almost finished writing it. Sheryl Livingstone, 48yrs, Sydney, Australia (Picture Hidden For Privacy Reasons)

“I now recommend your wonderful Candida Crusher program to everybody” Hi Eric, I want to personally thank you for the work you are doing by educating and helping people like me. For the last 5 months I have been following your Candida Crusher diet and lifestyle program and especially the stress recommendations. It took a good two months to really notice the results. My aches (including headaches) I used to experience in my neck and back have all but gone and so has the annoying rash in my groin region that I used to have. But the best thing of all is that my bloated belly and gas (which is still there but a fraction of what it used to be like) is all but gone! I now recommend your wonderful Candida Crusher program to everybody who complains of digestive problems especially, regardless of their type of digestive complaint. I once had no faith whatsoever in your type of medicine but can honestly say that your treatment worked for me and I know it can help others out there who have problems like I had. I live in England and next time I come to New Zealand want to come and visit you for a personal consultation, my daughter (who sent me a link to your yeast infection website) now lives in Auckland. Thank you for the time you spent with me over the past several months. Jack Allen, 62yrs, Orpington, London

“I’ve not only got rid of my yeast infection, I’ve lost 16 pounds!” Hello Eric, I am Karen aged 45, and yes, you can use my “story”, I hope it helps other people just like me out there overcome their yeast problems. I had been battling a candida infection for the past eight years at least. I came across your name and your candida program through my friend but had doubts as to whether you could help me, I honestly had tried just about every pill, product and treatment under the sun! But I’m glad I did, or I would have never gotten rid of this crippling condition. It took about four weeks to notice improvements and I must say I never experienced results like this with any other treatment or pill I tried. I can now save money on treatments and no more doctor visits or drugs like (which made me feel sick) or those messy creams I kept using with little results. BTW – I’ve not only lost my yeast infection, I’ve also lost nearly eight kilos (16 pounds) in weight! Thanks and God Bless! Karen Caruso, 45yrs, Brisbane, Australia (Picture Hidden For Privacy Reasons)

“Terrible Stomach Pains – All Gone” Dear Dr. Bakker, I visited your clinic in 2007 on a holiday to see my sister in your area with terrible stomach pains and very itchy skin. I craved sweet foods and as a chef found it really hard to stop eating sweet deserts. My health had been terrible for a quit a a few years, and all the doctors could do was keep on giving me antibiotics. Your Candida Crusher program was a true godsend and helped me within two weeks! I have now been free of digestive pains and have felt the best I have in many years, thank you so much for all your professional help and personal engagement, I really appreciate it. Kate Veenstra – Melbourne, Australia

My name is Olivia and I live in Auckland, NZ. I have been following your Candida Crusher Program. It was completely mind blowing, because I knew there was something wrong with me, but I just couldn’t explain what or even why! Everything you had written in your articles is exactly how I have been feeling for decades. After doing the different home ttests that you had suggested, it was definitely the confirmation I needed. Thank you for writing such a great series on candida articles! Regards, Olivia, Auckland, NZ

“A Passionate Health-Care Professional” Thanks very much for your time and the info. I always come out of talking to you feeling so much better, having all my questions answered – and providing so much more info on my candida and digestive issues as well. It is such a pleasure (and a relief!) to know you and to at last be in touch with a real, genuine, knowledgeable and passionate natural health ‘professional’ Lindsay, 55yrs, Wellington, NZ

“Thank you for helping me to solve your digestive problems” Hi Eric, Matt here, I can not thank you enough for helping me solve my digestion problems. I have had just over two weeks avoiding the foods I am not supposed to have and have started your Candida Crusher program and I feel great to say the least. My stomach no longer hurts, I have energy again and my mental health almost instantly switched back to normal and I have not suffered any depression since. I would like to organize a time to call you for a phone consult to make sure I am giving my body everything it needs and I would also like to discuss the bowel as I still have some bloating and still not forming solid stool. Matt, 27yrs, Gold Coast – Australia (Picture Hidden for Privacy Reasons)

The book is exactly 718 pages.

Candida Crusher costs what it does because it took just over three years to research and write, and is based on treating over 15,000 yeast infected patients spanning twenty-five years. Candida Crusher is quite possibly the most comprehensive self-help manual on yeast infections written to date. Unlike some books of its kind, it is not half-filled with recipes, but is packed with countless hints and tips not found anywhere else on yeast infection recovery.

Candida Crusher comes in a PDF format. Which can be read with Adobe Acrobat.

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Of course you can! I have a sixty-days (60) refund policy, if you don’t like my book and can’t honestly see how it could change your life for the better, then please let us know within two months and we will refund your money in full. But do remember, if you are serious about finally beating your yeast infection and follow my program faithfully, it is highly likely that you will beat your yeast infection permanently. And isn’t that worth the small price you paid for a book that took me three years of writing and research, after treating over fifteen thousand patients spanning twenty-five years? Of course you can get a refund, but I doubt you will want your money back after seeing the real value you will get from Candida Crusher when you compare it to any other e-book on yeast infection you may have seen or have bought before.

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