#anyway ambulance could be completely different i have no idea i just think its funny he wrote a song abt medical care 1 yr after lftl

[in-love-and-jeph]

#mcrsecrets time ive never listened to ambulance im a fake mcr fan #mcr #the used #conventional weapons #lies for the liars #personal #anyway ambulance could be completely different i have no idea i just think its funny he wrote a song abt medical care 1 yr after lftl

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part IV

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1880.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

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After you came back to your room, you got a message from Steve about changing the locks on both you door and your locker. You were so taken aback by today's conversation in the student council room that you had completely forgotten about it. Apparently, Steve had already requested the change of locks on your behalf through email, and you were really grateful to him for that: you dreaded coming back to the room that had been forced open. Of course, tonight you would have to move your dresser to the door so that nobody could enter when you'd be sleeping.

Shit. It was absolutely crazy.

"I'm not sure about all this, Steve." You texted him while laying on your bed and staring at your phone in the darkness of the room. "It doesn't seem right."

Naturally, you meant the fake dating thing. It felt horrible thinking of what others would think after seeing you with five different guys. Would they be calling you a whore in the open? Make some nasty jokes behind your back? Report you to the school administration for immoral behavior? Remembering those bigots from the student office, you cringed at the thought.

Besides, it still didn't make sense to you why you had to date all five. Sure, if they were around you at all times like your friends, these unhinged bastards who stole your things wouldn't do anything funny again, but it wasn't like that. What could one guy do against a group of other students?

"Listen, I didn't want to talk about it in class, but I'm worried it won't end with a stolen lingerie."

You didn't like his message.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. They might attempt something much worse than a theft."

Oh no. Was he talking about rape? Seriously? Did he anticipate others were so crazy they would do something like that?

But then again, girls were being raped in colleges even if it weren't the all-boys schools. A shiver ran down your spine.

"But if several people attack me, just one of you won't be enough." You typed with your shaky fingers, trembling beneath your blanket.

"It's not about the pure force. Each of us has a certain reputation, and others wouldn't want to cross us over because of it."

Wait, this was interesting. What on Earth did he mean? What kind of reputation was that to prevent people from messing with them?

"Thor is a good athlete and a great leader, his basketball team is ready to beat people to death for him."

"Loki's father is one of academy’s main sponsors, and he can have this school turned upside down if he wants to."

"Bucky is a threat by himself, but he also have a company of loyal friends."

"I don't think Peter is serious enough to scare anyone, but with his computer skills he could easily blackmail others, I’ve already seen him doing it. Students would be wary to cross him over just like any of us."

Steve was writing you a bunch of messages with a terrifying speed, and you could barely read the first when he was already sending you the second. It felt absolutely insane. Did he choose every guy because the more powerful admirers you have, the less others would intervene? Well, at least in case of Bucky and Thor who could beat people to near death, it was wise. You preferred not to think of Peter - you had no idea someone as sweet and caring as him did something as disgusting as a blackmail.

“But what others will think? 5 boyfriends? Others will think you are dating-” you paused, chewing your lips to bit, “- a whore. Nobody gonna stood up for me.”

"Imagine if each of us tells our friends that other four guys were just asked to watch over you, but you date only one.”

Oh. Yes, this was slightly better. Then you wouldn’t have to do something as bold as kissing every guy in public, instead maintaining the mystery who you were really dating. 

Damn, how Steve even came up with this plan? Why was everything so complicated?

“It’s getting late. Good night.” Your phone vibrated again, and you huffed with irritation. You hoped you could ask him a bit more - about what you were going to do with the thieves Steve found, for example - but he was probably getting tired with all your questions. It was better to ask him tomorrow.

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The next morning you were restless: since you were starting to going out with guys, you felt like you needed to look better than you usually were, so you spent your morning working on your hair and makeup. It was like fake dating, right? You had to pretend you wanted to look pretty for them.

What else did you have to do? Cook something sweet for them? Yeah, probably, but not at the start of your relationship. Going to cafe together? Helping each other study? Loki also mentioned the cinema...

You felt dumb. Of course, you dated guys before, but now you realized you had no idea how to act not to cause any suspicion. Oh boy, it was going to be a tough day.

Thor nocked at you door thirty minutes before your first session, but you woke up so early you were more than ready to go. As you opened the door, first moving the dresser back to its place, the guy looked at you with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Hey, what was that?"

"The dresser. I can't leave the door just like that until the lock is changed."

He blinked at you, watching the door and then probably remembering somebody forced the lock open to steal your underwear.

"These guys are batshit crazy." He mumbled and nodded you to go with him, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry, they won't do it again."

You wanted to argue they definitely would, but, seeing his warm smile, you thought Thor simply wanted to cheer you up and smiled at him in return. In the end, he was here only to make you feel safer: you didn't doubt he was very popular with the girls every time he went out to the city.

"You look great today!" He said sheepishly, walking in the dorm's corridor while other students were staring at him silently, obviously surprised to see you two together. "I mean, not that you looked bad yesterday, I just..."

Watching his face suddenly getting crimson red, you couldn't help but giggle at his expression. You could never think Thor was actually bashful around girls. Yeah, at your old place he'd definitely be one of the most popular guys around.

It was lunch time when you two could actually talk, sitting together at the same table and being watched by everyone around. Strangely, with Thor constantly talking and often rubbing your hand with his, it didn't feel suffocating, and you held your head high: regardless whether those pricks were looking at you, you weren't going to run away to your room and cry there like a little girl. Loki was right: you weren't a silly little sheep, scared of your own shadow. You wouldn't let anyone spoil your time in the academy you dreamt studying in.

Funny enough, Thor turned out to be a talkative type when he was speaking about basketball and his team in particular. He loved sports: while you were more into hockey, the way he talked was so enthusiastic it made you listen to him with a genuine interest. Thor's love for basketball was infectious.

He seemed a simple man, this giant bag of muscles who was laughing so loud people around him flinched; Thor wasn't the exact type of a guy you would encounter on your own, but he seemed nice, sincere, and surprisingly softhearted. You felt at ease talking to him, and soon you too acted like you'd known each other for long.

It was a pity you'd only met under this circumstances. It felt like you two could became friends.

But then when Thor absent-mindedly put his arm around your shoulders, you remembered Loki's warning: they would try to gain your favors. Was it the reason Thor was so nice to someone he just met? Wasn't it suspicious of him? You couldn't let your guard down after just one lunch together. In fact, you knew nothing of the man sitting in front of you.

"I knew something like would happen." Some guy to your left sighed loudly, catching your attention. "They were fucking crazy."

"I'm not surprised either. I just wanna know who they got in a fight with to be beaten like that. Have you heard they broke Gray's both legs?"

"Woah, both? That's brutal, man."

You shivered, trying not to listen to them.

"It'd happen sooner or later anyway. They were completely wild."

A word caught your attention right away: that was what Steve called those students who were stealing your things. Could it be a coincidence? Surely, in an all-boys school the students were fighting each other constantly.

But to the point of breaking both legs of someone? Really?

As you sent Thor a nervous look, he gently patted your shoulder, lowering his voice so no one would hear him, "I'm sure it's nothing to do with you. These things happen here from time to time because the guys have no idea what to do with all that testosterone."

You hoped he was right.

The rest of the day went as usual aside from Thor walking the corridors with you and chatting about sports: he managed to convince you to come see the game next month when they would be having a tournament. You were grateful to him for helping to ease your mind because the news of guys being sent to the ambulance made you shook. Steve also mentioned something about his and other's friends ready to beat anyone to death, right?

By the middle of your last class you couldn't think of it any longer and quickly typed a message to Loki. Of all people, right now he seemed the most sincere to you.

"Hi. Are the guys who were beaten last night are the ones who stole my things?"

Waiting was a special torture when you held the phone in your arms beneath your desk, hoping to see your screen lighting up with a message. In five minutes you got your reply.

"Yes." The message said simply, but it was enough for you to stare at your phone with horror, wishing you didn't ask Loki anything.

Oh shit. It wasn't a coincidence, right? It's impossible. Somebody did it on purpose. But who of the five?

"Do you know who did it?"

Next time he answered pretty fast, "No."

A part of you felt relieved. Maybe it wasn't related, finally. Maybe they got beaten by somebody who was fed up with their attitude because they were crazy as the guys in the cafeteria said.

But what if it weren't true?

"Who's the most brutal among you five?"

Biting your lips, you started rocking in your chair a little, making the guy on your left to roll his eyes in irritation.

The phone's screen flashed again.

"Barnes."

Part V

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MY TOUGHTS ON PART ONE OF RED HOOD BY CHIP ZDARSKY :)

Finally I have read part one of the Red Hood story in Batman: Urban Legends!

This story is very interesting, we start with the Red Hood looking for the people who are providing Gotham with a new drug. This drug “Cheerdrops” has been passed around for weeks at this point and it has had devastating results among it's users. If you know Jason you understand that drugs are a big issue for him and one that he treats very carefully and seriously. 

As he interrogates people he arrives to the building where one of the dealers of this drug is supposed to be, there he finds a horrific scene, a boy is desperately trying to wake up his mother who appears to have overdosed in her bed. Jason is quick to call an ambulance and get in contact with Oracle in order to find the boy's father who is (as he finds out later) the man that he was looking for. 

Jason sees this scene and can't help but compare it to the time he went through this situation with his mom all those years ago, so he takes the boy with him so he can take him to his father, who Jason is hoping is a good man that had to sell drugs in order to help his family.

That's basically the premise of this first part of the story but now i will write about my thoughts on the specifics of the story.

The story begins with Jason giving a speech about fear and how it's used, 

"Fear. Its a tool, it's his tool. I never really adopted it, maybe because he kept that fear all to himself." Then he continues with "Never had to rely on it, had to work harder to take out the bad guys, had to be...more direct." he finishes that thought with "Rubber Bullets. So that fear doesn't get turned around on me."

I for one really liked this Fear speech, it does really sum up what the Batman does, he relies on the Fear that he imposes on Gotham's criminals and such while Robin on the other hand was never meant to work with fear, which is true.

It did remind me of the speech that Alfred gave in issue #10 of Under the Red Hood about how Batman works with fear and Jason had some thoughts on it, here is some of it, 

"Master Jason had a condescending practice of referring to the costumed criminals elements as 'dress ups'. He also noted that such individuals did not fear the Batman the way street thugs and mafioso did. The 'dress ups' did not believe he was a monster." "...the boy did say something to me that chilled me to the bone...even then. 'They all know he won't kill them.'"

Anyway let's go back to the actual comic I am talking about...

Jason speaks from his position as Red Hood in current time and says that he uses rubber bullets in order to keep the Bat at bay, the fear that the Bat uses against other criminals cannot be used against him if he plays within the Bat's rules.

As he was doing that he was actually trying to get info about who is making the drug but all he was able to get was who was selling it to the person he was interrogating. This drug is dangerous and Jason has to work fast. 

Here is where we see the first flashback scene, we see Jason in the cave before he was able to go out as Robin and he is not to happy about it. The art is very beautiful but sadly in these panels i found my first problem with the context of Jason becoming Robin and how Zdarsky seems to set Jason's feelings on the first Robin.

It seems that Zdarsky is going for the “Jason believed Dick was the perfect Robin and no matter what he did he would never be as good as him” route, which fine ok, that's your right but, is it really necessary? I must admit i am a little tired of this particular thing because i adore the fact that when Dick and Jason first met they were fine with one another (even if a little wary at the very start). And the whole competitive and “i will never be as good as X person” is really tiring in the Robin/Batfamily fandom.

That problem is not as significant as the next one though.

Jason not thinking that Robin was “badass”. Well this is not only a bad take but it's completely OOC for Jason, no matter how you see it. From his first appearance as Robin to the flashbacks in Winick's UtRH and even through both of Lobdell's runs Jason has always loved the concept and the mantle of Robin as a child. 

Batman v1, #385.

So that whole take is wrong, i don't like it and also who on this or any universe would rather call themselves Batboy? Honestly i hope this is never brought up again or i will cry. ((((Also in this house Robin will always be the name that Mary gave Dick and then he used as his hero name so it hurts a lot more))))

Also at the end of this first flashback Jason discovers a room full of firearms and is obviously surprised because Batman hates those so he asks why he has them, B responds that he has to understand how they work for his detective work, but that's not all he says, he also says this “...Guns are a coward's weapon, and we will not be cowards.”

Alright Mr. Zdarsky i see the irony... i also see the Daredevil / Punisher thingie right there.

Anyway we are now back to the present where we see Batman seeing the effects of the drug in one of its victims, after saving that person he takes some samples of the drug. We also get to see two police officers with different views on the “masks”, that's a nice way to set the story after the Joker War and before the Magistrate. 

Back to Jason, he seems to be struggling, he can't find the people making/providing the drugs in Gotham and is also doubting his skills, he tells a man that if the information that he gave him is incorrect he “will find him” followed with another internal speech full of self doubt, “...sure thing Red Hood, right now you can't even find a street drug. Half of Gotham's teenagers could find it no problem. You never were the best detective.”

Alright, so Jason feels insecure about his skills now? First you have pre-Robin Jason not feeling like he could be able to keep up with the first Robin and now, Jason as a grown man has doubts about the skills that he has used for a long while now? I mean, press X for DOUBT because UtRH showed us how much of a badass and extremely skilled he is. This man planed everything in order to turn the Bat's world upside down (and this story has references to UtRH so it definitely happened) and now he feels like he is not that good? 

Shit. i know where this is going, first the insecurities that he has already worked out... I can see it coming, the next big thing will be Daddy issues. Wonderful i hate it and i hope i am wrong because those “issues” are more than resolved, i know that's the only trope DC throws at Jason but honestly how different will it be this time?

Fine, lets move on. Jason finds himself in one of the apartments and what he sees is horrifying. Lying on a bed there is a woman completely catatonic with a horrible smile on her face and right next to her a terrified little boy.

Here is the best take on Jason's character so far. 

Realizing that the child is scared of the situation and the masked man that just came into his home Jason takes off his mask and reassures the kid that he is there to help, it's quickly made obvious that the woman has overdosed on Cheerdrops, he makes sure to call an ambulance for her stating that she seems to be in a  drug-related coma.

Its important to note that Jason is doing this as he is having troubling thoughts about how much this scene reminds him of the time he was in this little boy's (Tyler) shoes. Its hard for him but he soon realizes that he needs to make sure Tyler is safe. 

He asks Tyler if he has another parent, he does and his name is Andy, after taking a look around the house Jason deduces that maybe the father is also taking drugs so if the police comes they will surely take Tyler and put him in the system, this idea is not one Jason is fond of so he calls Oracle, he asks if she can locate Tyler's dad's phone, when she asks about the kid Jason says that he will be the one keeping him safe.

Now we find ourselves back with Batman where he is investigating the components of Cheerdrops, he finds out that the drug is a modified version of Scarecrow's fear gas that gives the victim a sense of extreme happiness instead of fear.

Here we get confirmation of when in the timeline this story occurs, which is after the events of Infinite Frontier (where there was an attack on Arkham and many patients/prisoners were killed or escaped).

B suggests to Oracle that maybe Crane didn't die there and that he might be behind this drug, he will be on the job right away! To this Oracle is like well shit, so she tells B that Jason is also working this case...and here comes a funny yet confusing interaction. 

Barbara says “I know you two aren't exactly friends right now but...” before she finishes Batman interrupts her by saying “He is a killer Barbara. I will do this alone.”

OH BOY is this interaction confusing! First of all may i point out how different this conversation is from the one in Three Jokers where the roles were basically reversed??? Please tell me that i am not the only one who finds that funny! Anyway that story doesn't matter here, but Red Hood Outlaw from Rebirth does, right?

Here is the thing, the last person that Jason “killed” in rebirth was Penguin and he actually didn't do it, he had him trapped in a panic room in his own Casino. Batman already beat the living shit out of Jason in RHatO #25 for it...and some time has passed, B surely found out that Jason didn't kill Penguin by now, i mean isn't he like the best detective to ever detective in the history of the universe??

Not only that but Jason has been using rubber bullets for a while and even at the start he mentions that, he basically implies that he is playing by the Bat's rules to keep him off his back. Maybe B hasn't let go of the duffel bag full of heads or any of the shitty people Jason killed during UtRH??? If B still holds that against Jason then why would he try to make Jason part of his Bat clan at the beginning of RHatO Rebirth? 

Maybe he still thinks that Jason killed the penguin...but even then isn't B working with Harley and Ghost-Maker? You know, people who have killed? Why is Jason different? Did Jason kill someone recently that we don't know about? Jason only kills a very distinct set of people (that are very not nice) so i guess i don't see the logic...

Anyway second flashback, and this time we have a look at what was going on in the Batcave with B and Alfred during the events of UtRH! Nothing that wasn't explored in UtRH is said here but we do see Alfred explicitly telling Bruce how much they failed Jason. There is a heavy insinuation that the fact that Batman keeps sending the Joker to Arkham only for him to escape and kill more people actually makes B responsible for those deaths and i love that. Thank you. 

Back to Jason and Tyler we get to see some very adorable scenes between the two. Jason gives the lower half of his mask to Tyler to protect his identity like a superhero and we have a really sweet moment in which Tyler chooses the Blue Hood as his name because he likes the colour blue (same Tyler).

After he leaves Tyler in a place where he will be safe he goes to the building where Andy should be and let me tell you the more Jason sees the less hopeful he becomes about Andy being just one of the people selling the drug... He does some shooting and incapacitating and then follows the man that is trying to escape and here is when shit hits the fan. 

Andy is a disgusting human being. He hates Tyler's mother and doesn't care that she might be dead and the piece of shit hates his son so much that he gave a barely 10 year old drugs. 

Yeah. BANG BANG BANG MOTHERFUKER. 

If you think that this leads to Jason being a little more like his UtRH self, you know the guy that said that people who gave drugs to kids will get killed without a thought...yeah that's not happening, here comes the guilt!

I get it he just killed a man, but, did you read what that man said?

Anyway that's how the first part of this story ends. 

The story is good. it has things that don't make much sense but i think it's because Zdarsky is a Batman fan and not a Red Hood fan in the sense that he doesnt know much about Jason's character and that this is his first ever DC work.

I cant wait to see where this story goes, while i hope “unresolved daddy issues” doesn't become a theme yet again in a Red Hood story i believe it's where we are headed. I will keep on reading because i am invested in Jason and Tyler's relationship and what is going to happen now that Jason killed Andy.

Let me know what you thought about the issue and my post if you want! Bye!

#jason todd #red hood #red hood outlaw #batman urban legends #robin #batman and robin

[creaturecarnival]

Hylics Part 2

Okay, first off, hello to our massive influx of new followers! We look forward to writing for you all, and want to give a huge thanks to the folks over at @weirdmarioenemies​ for being so gosh-darned cool :) Now I have something to actually motivate me to write more reviews, so without further ado, here’s part 2 of our Hylics creature review!

Creature

For our first new creature, we have, well… Creature! Creature here is an optional boss that you can encounter in one of the overworlds. It seems to be made almost entirely of the most basal of all clay shapes: balls and snakes (there is no way you could possibly take that out of context so don’t even try it)! I do love the layout of this thing, even if it’s very simple. I feel like the appeal of a giant mass of writhing tentacles is relatively universal, but I also like that the only feature Lindroth elected to give it other than tentacles is a little cluster of pale eyeballs on top and to the front(?) of its body. You’d kind of expect it to have some kind of big, gaping maw full of teeth, and maybe it does! Like a lot of the other denizens of Hylics, there’s not much to them other than whatever we can discern from their sprites, and I think that’s fun! When killed, Creature drops a Chitin Jerkin, which is described as “Sensible everyday-wear for the modern machine” as well as a Parasite Crystal which just does some stat buffing stuff we don’t need to talk about, I just really like the names.

Ghost

Ooh, they’re peekin atcha! Peekin out through their wacky flesh spirals! The way the clay winds around the action figure part really gives off the impression that it’s some kind of creature wrapped around a human, like a flech mesh flesh mesh flesh mech! Especially since there are tendrils coming off the extremities that look like they would function as essentially extensions of the body within. Speaking of those extensions, I love that instead of just one projection coming off of each foot, there’s two! So instead of walking like a regular person, it walks using its four sub-legs. Also it’s got a cool funny hat that I kind of wish came down over the eyes so that it looked like the clay part was the head, but at the same time the eyes peering through the clay bits is really eerie.

Dread Meat

Oh no, somebody left this boy out in the sun! They’ve gone all melty! Dread Meat is very similar to Ghost in its structure, however, its limbs do not have projections, and there is no trace of humanity to it beyond the hands and feet just barely emerging from what I can only imagine to be rolls of oozing meat. It feels like a zombie of some kind, although there is nothing else in the game that looks like it could be the un-undead version of this corpulent corpse. The thing I like most about its design is probably the fact that the head is a big loop with a grisled knot off to the right, presumably to hide the action figure head. It gives it some nice asymmetry.

Sub Shrub & Tomb Shrub

Oh my god. Adorable. These little green guys with huge lumpy wedges for heads and no discernible facial features should not be anywhere near as cute as they are. Also, I guess the name implies that these guys are plants? Anyway, Sub Shrubs can be encountered separate from Tomb Shrub, but they’re relatively weak on their own. But during the Tomb Shrub fight, it summons Sub Shrubs to help it out. Teamwork makes the dream work! I just love these little fellas! They look so squishy and silly! Also when he first encountered one, Vinny said the Sub Shrub looks like an “aborted pizza” and I can’t stop thinking about it.

Fathead

I was just thinking when I was writing Dread Meat’s review how fatty tissue isn’t something you see a lot in monster design, and here we’ve got this funky fella, whose head appears to be nothing but a massive glob of fatty tissue! I know there’s not much more to it than that, but it’s a nice concept for a creature and I like it a lot.

Monoops

Monoops’s gimmick seems to be its single eye… wait.

...Huh. I guess contrary to what the name would imply, Mono-ops has two eyes. That’s pretty neat actually! You don’t see many monsters with eyeballs as their design gimmick that have only two eyes. Usually, it’s either one or a whole bunch. It even has a move called Steady Stare that does damage as well as paralyzes its target, solidifying it as having an eyeball-centered design. I also really like the battle sprite’s color scheme.

Deadly Statue

Occupying a very similar role to the Ambulant Skulls, which you can read about in our last review of Hylics, Deadly Statues are only found in one area of the game. Similar to Ambulant Skulls, they kill you when you touch them, making them a purely overworld enemy. They are also much faster than Ambulant Skulls, matching the speed of the player exactly. Who'da thunk a big ‘ol statue’d be faster’n a skull made half’a legs?? Not me, that’s for darn tootin’! Anyway, I quite like its design. If I were an eccentric millionaire, this is exactly the kind of shit I would want sitting in the main foyer, flanked on either side by two huge, sweeping staircases of course.

Clawman

Clawman is the second-to-last boss in the game, they are equipped with two big yellow pincers and a ridiculously enormous head. I feel like the name and inclusion of pincers really makes you want to read it as a crab when really, the claws are the only vaguely crab-like feature they possess. You could argue that those spines on top are reminiscent to those of a king crab, but they’re flexible and curl inward towards each other like claws! That’s such a cute little touch!

Moon Soldier

Moon Soldiers barely qualify as enemies, since they literally can’t harm you, crumpling into a heap of bloody bones the moment you touch them. However, I think they’re really cool looking so we’re gonna take a look at ‘em anyway, god dammit. They guard the palace on the moon in which the final boss resides. It’s interesting how their heads are shaped much like that of our protagonist Wayne, (maybe they’re even the same species?) and the pale blueish color of the head against the cream of the clothes is really nice to look at. I kind of wonder if those are helmets they’re wearing, since the skull-like face markings almost look artificial, but there seems to be a very thin line between organic and synthetic in Hylics. 

Gibby & Statues

Gibby is the main antagonist, and therefore the antithesis to our protagonist Wayne, who is a waning crescent instead of a waxing gibbous like Gibby, and instead of having a rad mohawk has no hair at all, which is basically the antithesis of having a rad mohawk. Gibby is, like, the king of the moon or something? I dunno, the plot in this game is kind of impossible to follow. If you’ve made it to the final boss, you’ve probably given up on trying to understand anything and are just here to see whatever batshit nonsense thing happens next. If you thought Clawman’s head was ridiculously huge, get a load of this guy! It looks like he can barely support its weight! How is it simultaneously swollen and gaunt? I dunno, but it’s kind of legitimately unsettling to be honest. It looks like his skin is pulled super taut over his face, almost like a desiccated corpse. 

He also has two statues that aid him in battle. The Vital Statue to his right heals him, and the Eerie Statue to his left can afflict the protagonists with the nausea status effect. Can I just say how cool it is that there are four separate enemies in this game that have “statue” in their name, and they all look completely different? It’s really neat to see a single idea represented in so many different ways, ranging from somewhat recognizable to completely abstract. Most importantly, I think they’d all look lovely in the foyer of my imaginary mansion.

Conclusion

Hylics is a hell of an experience. It definitely has its flaws, such as clunky controls and practically nonexistent plot, but it’s at least worth watching someone play. The visuals are truly stunning, and you can really tell how much love went into making it. A huge portion of what you see in-game was painstakingly crafted from clay, rendered as a sprite, and worked into the game to become characters, enemies, and even the settings you walk around in. Please follow Mason Lindroth on Twitter, Tumblr or Instagram, where he is currently posting updates on the progress of Hylics 2, which looks absolutely gorgeous judging by what he’s shown us so far, and I’m so excited to play it when it’s done. Please also consider donating to his gofundme page to support him in his development of Hylics 2.

#mod frankie #hylics #mason lindroth

[ihatecoconut]

Death Days

After a night of partying, a group of friends wander into a graveyard, their typical shortcut home, but along the way find graves, marked with their names.

I have always thought that while some days you worry, anxieties find you and they can drag you down, bad things that happen on those days are never really as bad as what you expect, you’re already looking at the worst case scenario so it never feels as terrible. Other days, you’re fine. You aren’t expecting anything to happen and sometimes can even be expecting the best case scenario; it’s worse on those days, so much worse, because there is a difference between dealing with the world crashing around you when everything seems wrong and dealing with it when everything is going perfectly.

It’s like a fire- if you are expecting a fire then you will know where the extinguisher is and have plans to move valuables out of the house. If you aren’t, the best you can do is get out of the house and watch it burn.

The Church graveyard was never locked and it had solar powered lights dotted along and around the path. It was also a direct path from Millie’s house to our street, most of the parties we went to were at Millie’s house because her dad was cool with things like alcohol and her living room was bigger than my entire house. So we got used to it, we stopped worrying about ghosts and other dead things and we got used to Amy ‘welcoming’ new gravestones.

James was ahead of us that night, I remember, before we found… before… bef… He was mimicking someone else who had been at the party and had gotten drunk on Millie’s dad’s cheap beer. The others were with me, slightly behind, laughing, carefree as normal teens on a spring break, walking slowly and nowhere near in a straight line since Jess was the only one who was completely sober.

Amy had a habit of saying hi to the new gravestones whenever we walked through, it sounds weird but that was just Amy, she said it was so the spirits didn’t get confused, but we just went along with it regardless. It was due to this habit that she noticed them first and dragged Micha over with her to investigate and read the names. 

“Weird,” Jess had said, “they all look really old,”

And maybe we should have listened to her observation, because she was right and they shouldn’t be, maybe we should have backed off and left them there, maybe we should have carried on home and come back in the daylight. But we were young, stupid, and made the biggest mistake of our lives.

It’s an astonishingly clear memory in my mind; thinking back I remember Amy and Micha squabbling as they tried to get a phone light on the writing, I remember leaning on Jess and both of us laughing at them while James leant on the other side of the stone and interjected with unhelpful comments. (Somedays I swear I can still here the laughter in his voice.) I remember Amy’s triumphant huff as they finally sorted out the brightness and got the beam in the right position, the way she shoved Micha before she read it out.

“Alright, hellooo Jessica Balta Morgro… Morgrove?”

Jess kicked her, “very funny.”

I remember Amy’s expression when she turned around, the fear in her eyes and hesitation on her lips that convinced Jess to shove her out the way and read the tombstone herself.

“Oh my God.” She breathed, and Jess never took the Lord’s name in vain, “This is me. This is my birth date and everything. What… what the hell?”

“When does it say you’ll die?” The laughter had left James’ voice and he was leaning over, yet no longer touching the stone out of the same fear of it we all had.

“Uh, April 28th, 2018.”

“A week today.”

“Yeah…”

I was the one to ask what the others said, but I think we all knew at that point anyway; five stones plus five of us plus Jess’ name on the first one? It wasn’t a hard connection to make. And we made it.

Amy’s date of death said 30th June, James’ only said June, Micha’s said 2nd May and mine, mine was different. Mine gave me seven extra years while the others only got weeks or months.

“Weird,” Micha said, nervously laughing, “we gonna leave now?”

“Yeah.” Jess agreed and she sounded slightly strangled, we were all unnerved but she had the shortest amount of time.

I do not remember the rest of the walk home, just that it was tense ans we were all on edge enough to keep jumping at every little noise, I don’t think we spoke, but by mutual agreement we stayed very close together as we walked. Getting home I do remember, my hands were shaking as I unlocked the door, trying to just get in and up the stairs and under my duvet away from everything, but, in my unnerved state, I forgot the mirror my mother had bought that morning and had then left propped up in the hallway. I stumbled through the doorway, partially due to fear, mainly due to the fact that I caught my foot on the step in my haste. The mirror- fine and delicate as it was- cracked as I smashed into it. Seven years of bad luck for that, right?

If memory serves correctly, my mother was furious the next morning and made me agree to buy her a new one before I left the house, I know I wasn’t really paying attention, I was desperate to get out and see if the stones were still there.

Amy was there, when I arrived, James and Micha joined soon after. There were no stones and there was no evidence to suggest there had ever been any stones. None of us knew what to do about it, so we went to find Jess.

Jess was lounging in her back garden, shades on and a glass of ice water by her side- she seemed to be the epitome of peace. We all sat down next to her, cautiously, and she laughingly asked if we had hangovers- none of us did, which was weird but it hadn’t even registered on the weird scale with everything else that had been happening. Carefully we prodded her, asking gentle questions about the night before, she remembered the party in perfect detail but when it came to the gravestones she remembered nothing. She had no memory whatsoever about the graveyard, despite the fact that she had been the most freaked out the night before. With fewer answers and more questions we left her there and returned to the graveyard.

The stones still hadn’t returned, but the place was empty, making it easy for us to openly discuss everything.

“She doesn’t remember,” Amy said, “how can she not remember?”

“And the stones have gone,” Micha added, ignoring her question,

“Well maybe it was a prank?” James offered, trying to answer our many questions, we all looked at him but nobody bought it. “a really cruel and unusual prank, but…”

“Then why doesn’t she remember?”

He didn’t know, none of us did. But we were scared and had no idea what the stones had meant, so we agreed that, on the following Saturday, we were going to stay with Jess all day and not let anything happen to her. That way we could prevent anything happening that would cause her death and release the rest of us from the overhanging fear. Whatever the cause, that day we were going to be the Jess Protection Squad.

I’d love to go through everything we did that day, to prove that we actually did protect her from anything dangerous, but truthfully I can’t remember that day very well- most of it is just a blank. What I do remember is that Jess wanted to go shopping, she was probably taking advantage of our willingness to do what she wanted, so the five of us walked down to the shopping centre. There is a crossing just before its entrance, but it’s on traffic lights and therefore seemed safe; we pressed the button, we waited for the green man and we crossed, simple and easy. Or at least it should have been. We were mostly fully across the road when a large lorry seemed to appear out of nowhere and came hurtling down the road, it didn’t stop for the red light, just went straight through. Jess and Amy were the only ones still on the road. She shoved Amy back, all the way onto the pavement, and the lorry hit her full on at what had to have been at least 50mph. It kept going too, just went straight over her and left her crumpled body lying in the road.

We were all too shocked to even scream and it seemed like everything around us went silent for several long minutes- in shock, out of respect, I don’t know why- but all I could hear was the blood rushing past my ears and all I could see was the blood pooling under her head.

Someone called an ambulance- not one of us, just someone- it arrived, pronounced her dead at the scene and took us all to the hospital. At that point, it was the most horrible moment of my life and I didn’t think it could get any worse.

I was wrong, so very very wrong.

Amy never spoke again. I sometimes wonder if she blamed herself because she was the only one in the road with Jess. She never made any attempt to learn sign language- she didn’t want to communicate and we never forced her to.

The police looked for the driver and the lorry, but James and Micha both said that there hadn’t been anyone in the driver’s seat, despite it accelerating up a hill.

Micha worked in a restaurant, one with the highest safety regulations possible, as a pot washer, he was the furthest away from the kitchen of all the staff, but come the second of May, they had a kitchen fire. Everyone got out, except for him. The police recognised us from Jess and told us that the door to the room he was in had been locked from the outside, they were looking through all the evidence and promised to find the person that did it. I thought about the empty driver’s seat and wondered if there was actually anyone to find.

James drowned. He went missing early June and they found his body a week and a half later. I explained why his stone hadn’t had an exact date if nothing else.

Amy took matters into her own hands in the worst way possible and jumped off a bridge in the early hours of the day her stone had said. She left a note saying she believed it was easier to do this than wait for whatever fate had in store for her. That note was the first time I had any insight into her mind since Jess. I held onto it all day, remembered the bright, happy girl who would greet new spirits and I cried for the first time since the whole ordeal had started. She was buried with the other three, in a line and exactly where the stones had been that night, I went there for the funeral and I never went there again. It seemed stupid to tempt fate like that.

It has been seven years now. Seven long and lonely years filled with grief, hatred and mistrust. Tomorrow is the day that was written for me and I may not know what will happen, but I know that I cannot suffer anymore than I already have, so I am writing this story and leaving alongside my will so that people will know what really happened and after I am dead they will lose the belief that I was responsible for the deaths of my three closest friends. Because I’m not, no matter what you think.

Based on prompt in bold by @writing-prompt-s

Timeskip banner by @herobrinesremaking

#my writing #writblr #writers #excerpt from a story i'll never write #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writing #words #my words #my work #writeblr #writers on tumblr #books #book #short story #short stories #tw death #tw suicide #tw graveyards #tw abandonment #magic #horror #magic horror #magicrealism

[just-a-dumb-gay]

Okay I've got an idea about this whole Cheryl dying cos of her character dying in the musical episode that stops Cheryl from dying but still has the cliffhanger and suspense or whatever else without actually killing her.

3x15

So the musical section ends with her collapsing on stage during the musical. Toni runs to her side (while she's either barely conscious or completely unconscious) begging her not to die or something along those lines. Meanwhile everyone in the crowd is panicking and someone calls an ambulance. The ambulance gets there but Toni isn't allowed in the ambulance with Cheryl. Veronica knows how much they love each other so suggests they go back into the school to get Cheryl's stuff then drive to the hospital. The episode ends with Veronica driving them both to the hospital, Toni in the passenger seat trying not to cry while wearing Cheryl's serpent jacket (her excuse being "there's no space to put in the bag with the rest of Cheryl's stuff" or "Cheryl won't like if it gets creased.". Although Veronica obviously knows she's lying but doesnt say anything).

3x16

The next episode starts with Toni and Veronica (and probably a few others) in the hospital waiting to find out if she's okay. Toni wants space from everyone but Veronica won't let her be alone in case she does something dangerous or just who knows what, so they're both sitting in the corner of the hospital waiting room. Toni is probably trying not to cry and has her head on Veronica's shoulder or something like that. Then the doc comes out and calls for Toni so she goes over (with Veronica following closely behind) and the doc says they've done all they can and its as simple as just waiting so see if she'll wake up, although there's no guarantee she will. So Toni and Veronica go to the room Cheryl is in and Veronica just stands back to give them some space. Toni sits on the edge of the bed next to Cheryl and just starts talking (like they done with Fred, trying to wake him up) about things, like how much she loves Cheryl and is scared to lose her. After a few minutes she starts crying and moves away from the bed, unable to see Cheryl like this anymore. And as the camera is focused on Toni or/and Veronica we just hear Cheryl weakly say "Antoinette Topaz, are you crying?" In typical Cheryl Blossom sarcasm. Then all cute Choni shit, like maybe Toni trying to lighten the mood by warning Cheryl never to call her 'Antoinette' again. And of course Veronica leaves to give them some privacy and to tell a doctor she woke up.

Then honestly idc what happens after that, as long as my Choni babies are okay.

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I said have Cheryl collapse on stage because her character in the musical dies from drinking some blue stuff which is also whats been happening to others throughout season 3. So someone like poisons Cheryl but they screw up the dosage or something like that and she's lucky enough to live.

Also instead of Veronica comforting Toni in the hospital it could be Nana Rose. That would be real cute. Like Veronica (or Betty since they are family) could be there to help wheel Nana Rose around since Toni's main focus would probably be Cheryl. Cos I'd really like to see a few more scenes with Nana Rose and Toni, i think there's alot of opportunity there for a whole host of different things ranging from just plain funny (like Nana Rose telling Choni to keep it down when they're...y'know) or just sweet like Nana Rose embarrassing Cheryl telling Toni what her 'badass' girlfriend was like as a kid.

Anyways. I really don't want either half of Choni to die. Tbh I'll probably stop watching once season 3 is done if one of them dies, that's if I don't stop watching as soon as one of them dies. Like not even finishing the episode. Although if I see spoilers and find out one of them dies, then I won't even bother watching the episode. I'd rather give up chocolate than watch either of my Choni babies die (and damn do I love chocolate, probably more than TV).

#riverdale #choni #cheryl bombshell #cheryl x toni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #veronica lodge #lopaz #musical episode #musical

[mychemicalimagines]

The Walking Marauders (1) Remus Lupin

No Magic. As soon as the dead starting walking, Melissa Potter just wanted to find her family. After waking up from a coma she finds herself in the world of the undead. She goes into the city and finds Remus Lupin. How will they go on in this world? Will they fight together or fight each other?? Please read everything before the cut below.

As stated before this is a Walking Dead AU. I’m basic going the way the tv show did. A few things will definitely be different like Just putting in the Marauders instead of the Grimes and co.  I will keep some people from the Walking Dead to have more people in the story. You don’t have to watch the show to read this. Characters from Harry Potter will be completely different then they are in the series and other fics written about them. The Marauders did not meet while in school. They become best friends from being in the apocalypse. THE WALKING DEAD AND HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS AND EPISODES DO NOT BELONG TO ME. If no one likes this series after reading the first couple chapters I can write the other concept you have voted for. If people do like this I will continue to write. Please comment and let me know what you think. If i get no feed back I will not continue. 

Taglist: @itshelaodinsdottirbitch @iluvharrypotter172 @rosesarestriped

Series Warnings: Cussing, violence, blood. Slow Burn Romance

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I look around an empty room. Confused of what has happened and how long I’ve been here. The last thing I remember was doing my job. I’m a Sheriffs Deputy for the Hogwarts County Police Department and my partner Sirius Black and I were chasing down a couple of men who robbed a bank. 

Flash Back

I look over at my partner Sirius as he tries to make a funny joke to cheer me up.  “Two Hungarian Horntails walk into a pub. The first one says, “Sure is hot in here.” The second one snaps back, “Shut your mouth!” He says laughing to himself.  I giggle quietly and say, “Sirius, that’s it. You’re not allowed to watch anymore of those stupid dragon movies.”  “I’m sorry darling,” He smiles looking over at me, “I’m just trying to take your mind off whats his face.”  “His name was Serverus and Its okay. We broke up officially last night. He was way into his science projects. He’s trying to make a medication that will make sure you can never tell a lie. We all know that will never happen.” I sigh to myself looking out the window.  “How long were you guys together?” Sirius asks taking a bite out of his burger. “We were together for about 9 and half months.” I say grabbing a french fry. “You know I have this friend-” He goes to say. “No you are not setting me up again. Last time you did that-” I go to say but the radio cuts me off. “All available units, high speed pursuit in progress Hogwarts County units request local assistance. Highway 18 south GTAAD W217 243. Proceed with extreme caution. Suspects are two male Caucasians. Be advised. They have fired on police officers. One officer is wounded.” The radio transmits.  I put my car in drive and I turn the car around quickly as Sirius throws the trash in a garbage can as I turn.  “Unit 1 is now on route,” Sirius says as we drive on the highway toward the car in questioned. As soon as we get far down the road the guys are driving on we get out of the car and put down barbed wire so it will pop their tires. We drive a little bit down and open the doors to hide behind. Sirius and I look at each other and nod. I grab my Colt Python and he grabs his shot gun and we stand waiting there for the car to drive down. 3 minutes later we see the car speeding toward us. They did as suspected and drive right over the barbed wire and their tire pops and they swerve off the road and flip down the side of the road. I walk around my car and walk slowly toward them. They climb out of the car and start shooting at us. We shoot back and the driver falls down due to a shot from me and Sirius takes care of the passenger.I turn to Sirius and smile. “Why does everyone always think we can never hand-” What Sirius and I did not see was a 3rd passenger in the car. He climbed out and sees Sirius and I talking. He grabbed his shotgun and shots me in the back, under my arm. The bullet went side ways and came out the front of my chest. Right where my bullet proof vest is not covering me. Sirius grabs his gun and shoots the man in the chest once and the man falls. Sirius calls for an ambulance and puts pressure on my chest. I don’t hear a word he is saying but I know he is talking. My eyes get blurry and I lose consciousnesses. 

Flash Back Over

I look around the room once again and I can tell I’m in a hospital room that hasn’t been taken care of in a long time.  “Hello?” I try to call out but my throat is too dry. “Hello,” I try again. Nothing. I stand up but fall straight down to the floor. So I have been here awhile if my legs aren’t working. I use the bed to help myself up and I look down at myself. I’m wearing a sweat old hospital gown and some underwear I don’t think are mine. I walk slowly into the hallway. There lights hanging off the ceiling and blood all over the walls. I start walking slowly down the hall and look around. Bodies, everywhere. Some half gone, some torn apart. I reach the end of the hall when I see double doors. They are locked with a huge padlock and chains. It says Don’t Open Dead Inside. Something happened while I was asleep. I had to have been asleep. How long was I asleep. I find an exit and walk outside. All I see is bodies in tarps and in trucks. I walk slowly up a hill until I find a car. I look for keys and try to start it. It starts right up and I drive straight to my house and I open up the door and there is a gun right in my face.  “Whoa,” I say. “What is going on?” “Is that a bite?” He snaps. “What are you talking about?” I ask “You’re wound. Is it a bite?” The man asks again. “No I was shot. What do you mean a bite?” I ask. He puts the gun down and looks at me, “Gunshot?”  “Yes. Now let me in. This is my house.” I glare at him. He turns and looks at a picture of me and my twin brother on my wall. He backs up and I walk straight inside and he closes the door. “You have no idea whats going on do you?” He asks. “No. I woke up in the hospital this morning.” I say sitting down on my couch. He explains everything. People coming back from the dead and eating other people. He calls them walkers. A Little boy runs up to us. “Dad, who is this?” He asks looking at me. “This is the woman who owns this house.” He looks at me. “My names Melissa.” I say, “Whats your name?” “Neville!” He says smiling at me. “I’m Frank my wife Alice is upstairs, sleeping. She takes the night shift watching out for walkers.” Frank says sitting down putting his gun on the counter. We talk all night until Neville looks at me, “What did you do before all this Miss Melissa?” “I was a Sheriffs Deputy. I caught bad guys.” I smile at him “I found some of your uniforms upstairs,” Frank says. “I thought it was for the male in the pictures.” “No thats my brother James. He was a teacher in the next town over. I gotta find him and his family.” I say. “Tomorrow, I’ll take you and your family to the police station. They usually have guns hidden in the place.” The next day that’s what we did. The station has its own pilot light so we all took a hot shower. I also gave them some guns that were here so they could defend themselves. I’m wearing one of my uniforms. Hopefully someone notices it and believes me. I look at Frank, Alice and Neville. “Thank you for all of your help. Maybe we’ll see each other again.” I put my hand out to Frank. “Maybe. Remember go for the brain” He smiles and shakes my hand. I wave to the others and I get into my police car that was parked at the station and I drive toward the city. Hours later, I run out of gas so I have to walk. I grab the bag of guns I grabbed from the station and walk. I find a horse at someones house. I turn when i hear growling behind me. An older gentlemen is limping toward me, bloody and has the white glazed over eyes. Yep walker. I see a baseball bat in the yard and I grab it. I walk toward the walker. “Sorry sir,” I swing the bat as hard as I can and hit him right in the head. He falls to the ground with a thud but he growls a bit more and tries to crawl. I swing the bat down crack him in the head once again. That killed it. I turn toward the horse and walk toward him. He tries to get away but I start petting his head. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” I whisper petting him. He realizes I’m not a walker and I put his saddle on him and I climb on. The horse and I walk for another couple hours until we get to the city. Its quiet and I look around. We walk further down and go to make a left turn but there is at least a hundred walkers standing there. The horse nays and jumps up and turns. All the walks turn toward us and start walking. They smell and hear us.  The horse runs back the way we came from. We get down the road but another group get in front of us and the horse jumps up again and I fall off. “No!” I say landing on the ground. I look around for some cover. I see a tank and I crawl toward it making sure I have my bag of guns. I get under it. Walks follow me and tries to grab me but I kick them in the face. I look up and see a hatch. I open it and climb in. I close the hatch and I sit next to a dead man. Well I think hes dead. I see a grenade in hand and I reach for it. The man opens his eyes and looks toward me and growls. I pull my gun out and put it under his chin and shoots. The sound disorients me and I can’t think. I hold my head. Ow. Very very bad idea. After a few minutes it goes away and I sit in the tank. What am i going to do? I need to get out of here but not with all them walks out there. Suddenly I hear a voice over the radio. “Hey dumbass. Yeah you. In the tank. You cozy in there?” The voice asks.  I crawl over to the radio, “Hello?”  “You cozy, or would you like to get out. I can help you.” He says. “Please help. I need out of here.” I plead. “I’ll help you but you have to hurry. Most of the walkers at having a feeding frenzy at the horse. Go out the top and go left. There’s less walkers there. I’ll cover you from where I’m at. Theres an ally as soon as you get off. Go down it and theres a fire escape there. I’ll meet you there! Hurry.” He says quickly. I drop the radio and I grab the bag of guns and I open the top hatch. I crawl to the left like he says and I run. I don’t stop until I almost run into a man. “Not dead! Not dead! Whoa. You’re female. Forget it. Follow me.” He climbs the ladder and I follow behind him. We get to the roof and he turns to me. “What were you thinking coming into town on a horse?” He asks. “I’ve been in a coma for months apparently. I was told to come into the city because the man didn’t know if it was over run yet.” I say out of breath.  “Well you were smart not to use your gun,” He says. “I’m Remus.”  “Melissa. Nice to meet you.” I put my hand out. He shakes it and we catch our breaths from the running. I take a look at him. Wow he is very handsome. Maybe he will help me find my family.  “Come on I’ll introduce you to some of my group.” He says nodding toward a door. “Thank you.” I say following him. He walk down a hallway until we see a couple people. A woman turns and sees us.  “Remus. Is this the dumbass who brought the horde over to us,” She asks glaring at me. “Relax Andrea-”  I take off my Sheriffs Deputy’s hat and my long hair falls down, “I’m sorry ma’am. I didn’t know the city was full of them. I’ve been in a coma for awhile and Just woke up yesterday.”  Her eyes get wide when she sees I’m a woman and a Sheriffs Deputy. “Are you really a cop?” She asks. “Yes ma’am. Over in Hogwarts County.” I admit. “You lead the walkers right to our vehicle!” She snaps. “i’m sorry.” I say looking away. “Andrea stop. Well figure out a way out of this.” Remus says to her. She rolls her eyes and walks away from me. I look out the door.  “Wait. Someone told me that the walkers can’t tell the difference between us but our smell right?” I say “I guess so. They smell dead, we don’t” Remus says confused a little bit. I walk straight to the back door Remus and I were near. I grab a hatchet from the ground and I walk out the door. “Where are you going?” Remus whispers after me. I see a couple walkers and I bring the hatchet it down on one of there heads. He falls dead. I turn to Remus.  “We gotta make it so they can’t smell us,” I smirk at him. All his friends run out to us. “We have a problem. Theres walkers everywhere near the car and the front door. They’re close to breaking in.” Andrea says toward us.  “Do we have any ponchos or tarps?” I ask kneeling down next to the dead walker. “Yeah here.” A man says handing me some ponchos that were in his bag.  “Remus wanna help me?” I ask holding out a poncho. “Oh god. You’re not doing what I think what you’re doing.” he says as i put the poncho on. “Yep.” I say swinging the hatchet up and back down onto the walkers chest. Blood flies everywhere.  Remus gags a little but puts the poncho on. We cover ourselves in the blood and guts as everyone gives us weird looks. I turn to Andrea.  “Get everyone to the door toward the other side of the building. We���ll get the van over there.” I say standing up putting my hat back on. I hand the gentleman my bag of guns. It fully closed so they don’t know whats in it. “Who put you in charge?” She asks. “Me when I came up with a plan and you didn’t” I say and i look at Remus. “Ready?” He nods and we walk down the ally way, passing a bunch of walkers slowly. Walkers look at us and keep walking. Remus smiles over at me and we make it to the van. Remus gets in the drivers seat after taking off his poncho. I take mine off and I get in the back. Remus drives over to the ally I talked about and everyone gets in. We start driving past walkers making it our safe. “Thanks for helping us back there. I’m Arthur.” the gentlemen from before says putting his hand out. “Melissa. Nice to meet you” I say shaking his hand. He hands me my bag back and there was also one more female and male with them. Theres Jackie and Michael.  Another hour later we will up to a camp sight in the mountains and everyone but me gets out. I sigh to myself. I have to find my family. I hear Arthur talking to someone and then I hear, “Walker Girl. Come on out.” I step out of the van and walk forward. “This is my wife, Molly. Molly this is-” “Aunt Mel!!” I hear someone yell. I turn and I see Harry run toward me. “Harry” I whisper and kneel. He runs straight into my arms and I fall backward holding him. “I was searching everywhere for you,” I whisper.  “I missed you!” He whispers back. I stand up with him in my arms. I look up and see James and Lily looking toward me with shocked looks on their faces. I put Harry down and I run toward them. “James!” I yell.  “Mel!” He yells. I jump into his arms. I wrap my legs and arms around him. I’m finally with my brother. He hugs me tightly to him. I drop my legs to the ground pulling from the hug. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He whispers. I wipe my eyes not realizing I was crying. This was the longest I’ve been away from my Twin brother. We were always side by side. The longest we were apart was when he had his honeymoon. I turn to Lily and smile. “Hey Lil.” She smiles and wipes her eyes. “Move James. Its my turn,” She lightly pushes him and hugs me. We pull away from the hug and giggle. I turn around and look for Remus. He’s watching us with a smile on his face. “Thank you,” I mouth. All he does is smile at me. I turn back to my family and I look down at Harry and smile. I found them.

Thank you for reading. Like I said above please comment or message me letting me know what you think. If no one likes it, I won’t continue to write it. I can write the other concept. 

#remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x oc #harry potter imagine #the walking dead imagine #walking dead au

[drtwit]

From Justice to Spite - (Adam Taurus) RWBY Fanfiction

Here is the first draft of a small fic I'm planning on the side, one that explores snapshots of Adam's life up to him murdering Sienna Khan, hoping to slowly build a picture of Adam becoming the psychopath we make fun of to this day that will probably not even be close to hitting the mark... Or, more simply, a bunch of pedantic jibberish that fell out of my head in a jumbled amalgamation of words.

“At first I thought Adam was "justice", then I thought he was "passion". But over time, I realized I was wrong. He wasn't any of those things. He was "spite". Not "hatred", not "rage", "spite". He won't accept equality, only suffering for what he feels the world did to him, and his way of thinking is dangerously contagious.” 

The first memory that came to mind was his father’s fascination with linking people to natural materials. Stones were trusted to be apart of the planet’s foundation. They were stern, strong and most of all they were patient. Yet, in that limitless patience, they find nothing but the ability to crumble. Such strength, such power, such respect all reduced to nothing but a weak pile of dust. The boy didn’t mean to take such a pessimistic view of the metaphor, that patience helped other, garnered it guiltless joy, ended it righteous and clean. Then again, joy felt like a chore to work with today. He looked to the stone, all he could see it how swiftly it crumbled. The wood only brought forth the thought of the flames that scorched that soft brown to heavy black. Pieces of glass pooling at his feet just reminded him of how it was shattered, the collapsing shards like a looping alarm to signal the oncoming tragedy. Not even the sky itself could bring comfort as it was now poisoned by smoke mixed with copper and blood. The boy wanted to find something to focus on, something that he could distract himself with, something that could make the throbbing in his stomach subside and let him be ignorant of reality for the moment. Tears desperately wanted to break through and rush down his cheeks, stinging his boiling flesh with cold despair. No matter how much his heart fought to relieve him of some of the pain, it couldn’t penetrate that layer of confusion and dread that blocked his throat. Why? It was a question that ached in his soul. Why did this happen? Was it his fault? Did he do something bad? Is this his punishment? He didn’t want this, he’d take it all back, he was sorry, he didn’t mean to do anything wrong. He didn’t know what he did wrong, but he’d make up for it in a heartbeat! Anything… Just him back. Please. “Adam.” And like that, his little world shattered, for a brief moment the curse of memory reeled back and let his attention free. Now, he could hear the cars in the distance, beeping profanities at each other as they tried to navigate around the roadblocks. There were snippets of conversations between blaring ambulances and roaring squad cars wondering how long this day was going to be. He only noticed now that the morning rain was pelting down on his head. “Officer, how long have you left this boy sitting here without getting him a coat?” The disgruntled police officer grunted out some unintelligible words in response to the low feminine voice. There was a certain edge to the voice, it reminded the boy of a tiger scaring away it’s prey. “On a day like this, I can’t believe it. Do you want him to freeze to death?” Looking up at her, the first thing to meet his sight were her eyes, those amber eyes that carried a familiar sense of loss. She was looking for distractions just as much as he was. Did she do something wrong as well? Pulling back from her eyes, he recognized her, remembering those brown stripes on her dark skin that he had been awed by. The eyes, they always scared him, whenever she had looked over him, they would pin him down with the thought that she would bare sharp teeth and attack. “Adam.” She said his name again, realizing that he was now looking at her. The Officer had shuffled off, perhaps fleeing from angering the woman any further. He didn’t respond. He didn’t feel like talking at the moment. “I’m Sienna Khan” She approached him slowly, her feet careful, but wobbly. It was like she was trying to balance on stilts with every step. “Do you… Remember me? Don’t worry, I’m a friend of your dads” Okay, not the best way to introduce yourself to a child. He remembered how she and his dad yelled at each other a lot. Yet her voice was much quieter here. She held his gaze for a long time, tight-lipped and stiff as a board. She really wanted him to speak, didn’t she? “Are you going to eat me?” It was the first question that came to mind, one which he thought important. He didn’t taste good anyway with all this rainwater. “Eat you?” Her eyelids pulled back, stopping her mid-stride as she processed the question. Before long, she was shaking her head, forcing a fake smile as she took the strange question as a fortunate distraction. “No, no. I don’t eat little boys. Besides, my belly is full today. I… Uh… Had an early lunch” She really didn’t have much experience talking to children. “Do you mind if I take a seat here? All the others are taken.” After a scrutinizing look to confirm that she was, in fact, not going to eat him (with her even opening her mouth to show her teeth), the boy shuffled to the side and weakly nodded. “Okay.” It was an awkward silence between the two as she slowly crouched down and tucked her legs under her knees. His concentration waned, pulled over to her and blocking out the other noises and sights for just this one little area. His nook and cranny. “The weather’s not very pleasant today, is it?” The heartache hung in the air, desperate for attention, but neither of them wanted to look its way, just distract themselves. Talk about something else. “You’re not wearing one either” “Hm?” “You yelled at that man for not giving me a coat. Why aren’t you wearing one? Aren’t you cold?” His knees came up to his chest, fearful eyes locking onto the stripes adorning her arms. “I am.” She admitted, her posture stern and strict, a towering and unwavering figure even against the rain pelting her neck. “But the cold never bothered me much these days. I’ve spent a lot of time with fire, so it’s more relieving than anything” Her voice started off joking, but bit-by-bit that bitterness sunk into her words. The boy could only, once again, speak out with the first thing to come to mind “That’s cool” She laughed. She didn’t mean to let that involuntary giggle slip past her lips, but she laughed. It was a warm one that broke through the atmosphere. The boy didn’t quite understand what was funny about what he said, but he didn’t mind, the humor made the woman feel good and that made the boy feel proud. It made Adam feel more comfortable in her presence. “Thank you?” “You don’t thank someone for laughing” “Oh.” There was a soft smile as she shook her head at the boy’s misunderstanding. “Do you… Have many friends?” From what she knew, he wasn’t exactly someone who got out much. “I have Mada, he’s a samurai and stuff who stays with me and shows me cool tricks when Dad was walking with all the other people” Adam talked with more energy, gripping the air as if he were grabbing a sword by the hilt. “But Dad says that he doesn’t count because he doesn’t exist” His cheeks sucked in, his lips turning in curiosity. “W-what do you do? Do you walk with Dad?” “No, not quite. I’m more of a fighter” “Huh?” “I worked for the same thing your dad did, but instead of waving signs, I… Fought for those that couldn’t fight themselves.” “Oh, so you’re like a superhero?” “Not rea-… In a way, Adam.” The trick was to keep the conversation going, embrace that procrastination for however long you could. “I had an imaginary friend once. She didn’t say much, more of a silent supporter than a playground pal. I always thought she was a mute, but that was long before I realized that there were times where actions spoke louder than words ever could” Her eyes trailed up to meet the collapsed mass of stone, wood, and metal that formed the pyre. “Sometimes it’s deafening. You have to yell louder to make your voice heard” “My voice gets very squeaky when I yell, it’s embarrassing” His head shifted to bury his chin in between his legs, completely ignorant to any meaning in her words. “Not like yours. Your voice even gets my Dad to yell. I like it, even if it scares me” The admittance made Sienna softly smile down at the boy, only for his next question to dampen that smile. “Did you hate my Dad?” For a moment, her eye closed tightly shut. “It’s not that simple” Telling a ten-year-old that something isn’t that simple never went well. She heard herself verbally tearing into that man, all the names she called him, all the lives she laid down at his feet, all the scorn she unloaded onto him. “It may be hard to understand. We had different outlooks on life... Uh, that is, we thought differently. That may have driven a rift between us, it brought us arguments and dispute, but he was still a wonderful man I’m happy to say was my friend” Adam took his time letting the words sink in, for a while his horns poking through his bush of red hair was the most Sienna could see of him. Some of the words she used took a while for the boy to understand. So, even if she hurt his dad, yelled at his dad, she still thought of his dad as a friend? “Are we friends?” She turned to him fully, watching his face uncurl from his knees to blink up at her. “We can be” Treating this like a business deal more than small talk with a ten-year-old, she held out her hand, looking for a handshake. “I’ll be your friend” With a skeptical look that lasted a few seconds, Adam reached up to clasp the woman’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Come on now. It’s time to leave.” When Sienna tried to urge the boy to his feet, he clearly struggled with the idea. “G-go? I don’t wanna go away, I wanna stay here!” He pulled away from her, backing away towards the wreckage, his back against what used to be his bedroom. “Why do I have to go anywhere? This is my home!” “There’s nothing left for you here. What you need right now is a place to sleep, somewhere warm.” She made no move to close the gap between them, merely holding out her hand like before, her eyes hard as they bore into the boy. “Somewhere you’ll be safe to live your life” “I’m not leaving here, I’m not leaving him!” His back fell back to what remained of the wall, his legs wobbling, arms weak and knees heavy. There were so many emotions bubbling in the pit of his stomach, charging forward and snapping their jaws at his throat. They all wanted to stay here, like it would change anything, achieve anything. “I can’t leave him here alone” “You’re not leaving him, Adam” She remained firm in her position, her voice soft, but loud and clear. “His spirit is going to be with you no matter what, that body is just some bags of flesh now…” Adam looked as if he was pushed into a corner, his eyes fleeting and a small bit fearful. “He wanted you to come with me if anything ever happened to him. He would want you to leave. He would want you to-” “L-let go?” He’d heard it many times before from that police officer. Said it was healthy. Said it would help. “No, Adam” Sienna’s tone came to a surprising seriousness with these words, her eyes narrowing on the boy. “This pain you feel? It isn’t nice, it isn’t comfortable, but you need it. You need to keep it with you Adam, to keep you strong, because no matter the protection I provide you’ll need that strength. No, Adam. Never let it go.” He didn’t know when he had taken her hand again, he just knew when he had that one emotion above all had triumphant, a smoldering heat reaching up his body and pushing through his fingertips. It was anger. A hungry beast starving for food. What did you feed anger born out of grief? The one responsible. “Is it my fault?” At first, Sienna’s eyes widened at the question, completely caught off guard by such an idea. A little boy responsible for his own father’s murder? The look he gave her added so much weight, he trusted her to speak the truth. She dropped down to make sure she was on an even level with the boy, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen if it was. If I did something wrong, I don’t want him to pay for it. I-I’ll do better, I’ll do anything. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” “Adam!” She got to grips with herself, letting out a growl that stole Adam’s volume away. “You didn’t cause this, you have nothing to feel guilty about here-” “But why-” “You didn’t do this, Adam.” For the first time, the two allowed themselves to finally focus fully on the sight before them. On the flames still fighting for the opportunity to roar above the wreckage of a childhood home, the surrounding neighborhood now having the perfect view of the tears in the ground, the possessions that had been melted by flames and the corpses mangled in stone. At the borders of police tape and cars, they lined up, crowds of people struggling for a good position to frame the area on their phones, very few offering a drop of sympathy. “Humans did this.” In that moment, the answer broke the confusion, the dam within him cracked and let forth the waterworks. Before long, the heat licking his skin fought against an onslaught of wet tears. Without warning, he broke contact with her arms and tackled the woman with a hug, burying his face in her shoulder with no shame or thought towards the stains he was leaving on her clothes. She didn’t speak, she didn’t move, she didn’t attempt anything. She just let the child cry in her arms, cry for himself and cry for her. “S-Sienna?” “Yes?” “…I want to be a fighter too”

#rwby fanfiction #rwby #adam taurus #snippet #slow burn #Sienna Khan

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Drabbles Game!

Update: Closed as of August 9, 2017

So, I’ve collected a list of prompts from around the web that I thought were neat ideas. Therefore, I have decided to do a little drabble/mini-scenario game with them! I will only do one prompt once so I will mark them off as they are requested. The list of groups that can be requested are after the prompts.  A lot of these are AUs because I really love AUs omg.

Here are the prompts:

Instead of having a guardian angel, you have a guardian demon. His methods are often much more violent, but much more straightforward.

Guardian angels are granted a life on Earth for as many years as they keep their assignment alive. Determined to succeed, you set out only to find you’ve been given one of the worst assignments possible.

Greatly over-exaggerate someone opening a Peanut Butter Jar.

You are a serial killer and have been hiding your murders from your spouse. One day, while cleaning up your newest kill, your spouse walks in on you. They calmly raise their hand and say, “It’s okay. I know.”

Your parent is a therapist, and they have recently brought home one of their patients—someone who is deathly afraid of other people. Cue you trying to convince them that you are harmless and wow… They’re also really attractive.

You are depressed, and then become possessed by a very nice ghost. He works to improve your life.

“We met in an online chatroom and you were too afraid to meet me because you are paralyzed from the waist down and didn’t know how I would react.”

You accidentally summon a demon by trying to pronounce Ikea product names.

Most people are born with three names tattooed on their wrist: Their true love, their biggest enemy, and their greatest ally. You only have one name.

Traditionally, vampires could not see their reflection because mirrors were silver-backed. With the invention of aluminum-backed mirrors, a vampire sees their reflection for the first time only to find out they are the ugliest thing they have ever seen.

“You just knocked on my door and I opened it yelling ‘I don’t want any damn cookies’ and you just moved in next door. I’m so sorry”

“You’re the ghost haunting my house and I can’t see you, but I just bought an ouija board so we can talk.”

You have a messaging system built into your body but you can only contact your soulmate.

“Will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and I’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, I don’t give a fuck that I look cute when I’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit.”

“You’re living in my old apartment and you’re really cool but I’m a ghost and I’m not sure how to hang out with you without scaring you away.”

“Dude, just because I come from a different planet doesn’t mean I can’t understand English. Yes, this does mean I did understand that comment you made about my butt.”

After an incredibly scarring supernatural experience that still had a happy ending from when you were little, you decide to share your true story on the subreddit, “Let’s Not Meet.” Many people read your post and comment on how terrifying it must have been, how disgusting the monster was who put you through such an ordeal at such a young age, etc. However, there was one comment that chilled you to the bone. It said, “I can’t wait to see you again.”

“Of course I’m angry at you! You kept kicking the back of my chair while I was trying to watch the movie!”

“You tried breaking into my apartment when you were drunk because you thought it was yours.”

“You repeatedly come into the store I work at and pick up a head of lettuce then halfway through the store decide you don’t want the lettuce and you put it back on the shelf next to you regardless of what aisle you’re on.”

“We were goofing around with an old ouija board, but now the lights are blinking and there’s a screaming coming from outside of the house, so I think it’s safe to say that we done messed up.”

You find a doll on your doorstep which has a certain something that draws you in; soon after, the doll begins whispering sweet nothings into your ear, like the serpent it was. With its tendrils so deep already, it was easy enough to get you to follow its commands…even if it meant harming your roommate.

You have just moved into a new apartment with your best friend and one night, while you can’t sleep, you see somebody that is definitely not your friend walking through your apartment. Freaked out, you scream and the “person” vanishes. You continue to see and hear this “third person” moving around the apartment at all hours of the day, but your friend continues to tell you that “it’s just the hot water pipes” and that there’s nothing to worry about. You really, really wish that you could believe them, but lately, you have been seeing the mysterious person in your dreams, and it’s determined to not let you sleep while its spirit isn’t at rest.

You are a writer who’s taken a retreat to the mountains to find inspiration for your new romance novel. While up there, you meet a clairvoyant who says that you are in danger. This wouldn’t bother you – you’re not superstitious, that’s silly – but you’re getting the unsettling feeling that something is stalking you.  

You are a detective whose memories of your past decade are fractured. Almost every time you try to recall an event, it seems like something or someone is missing. The only thing you know for sure is that you have a wedding ring, but your partner is nowhere to be found. Someone with unusually pale skin hires you to solve a murder. Soon, you realize that they were the victim of the murder. As you unravel their death, you also come to realize that they are the key to regaining your lost memories.

When you were alive, your favorite place to hang out was in the library, so it only makes sense that you would continue to hang around there even after you had died. The librarian is highly skeptical of the ‘ghostly activity’ that everybody has been reporting – the cold spots are from the drafty building, the whispers are from the patrons, and the creaking is from the old book shelves, obviously. One night, while shelving books, they accidentally bump into the ghostly form of you.

A few days back, you got bitten by a vampire and since then, you’ve been holed up in your room going through the painful transformation from human to undead. Coming out of your room, you are ravenous and ready to flee into the night to find something to feed on – but that’s right as your roommate walks through the front door.

It’s nighttime and you made the foolish mistake to walk home alone. With your knife at the ready, you are jumping at every shadow and small sound, so when a stranger emerges silently from the gloom, your first reaction is to stab them in the chest. They are a hungry vampire who was trying to find a bite to eat when they accidentally bump into you and find a knife protruding from their chest. It won’t kill them but golly it hurts and they sure are angry now.

You are working at a funeral home, and you’ve been given the task of putting makeup on a cadaver. This doesn’t really squick you out, but while you’re adding some more blush to their cheeks, their eyes snap open. They are a new vampire that’s been mistaken for dead. Opening their eyes, they are expecting to see their sire leaning over them, not the horrified face of you.

“I mean, yes I’m technically immortal, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t still feel pain! Getting stabbed really hurts! Rude!”

You have recently moved into a new house, and you’ve had a weird bout of bad luck recently. From almost falling down the stairs, to leaving the stove on, to forgetting to lock the door at night, you just can’t believe how sour your first few weeks have been. Unbeknownst to you, there is a ghost haunting your house, and they’re convinced that you are their old nemesis/ex-lover/killer/etc. and is hellbent on making you pay for hurting them. Unfortunately for them, they don’t have the ability to do much more than give you small shoves and be a general nuisance.

You aren’t special, you’re just a regular human trying to live your life and stay out of trouble, but when you do a kind act for a stranger, it turns out that you helped an angel in disguise, and now they are your temporary guardian angel. This would be cool, except they are nauseatingly helpful and it’s driving you up the wall.

You feel like you’re dating the perfect person.They’re smart, funny, and they honestly care about what you have to say. When they tell you that they’ve been keeping a huge secret, you weren’t sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t: “I’m an angel on Earth.”

“Yeah, I’m dead. In the beginning, I was all like, ‘Oh no I’m dead this is so tragic’ but now I’m all like ‘dude I can float and go through walls, this is amazing’ and anyway, hi, this is – or was – my house. What’s your name?”

While moving into your new home, you receive an ominous warning from your neighbor that your apartment/house/dorm room/etc. is haunted. On the first night – thoroughly spooked and ready to fight any ghostly apparitions – you walk into your living room, only to find someone standing there, criticizing your furniture and decorating options. No matter how many times you put your furniture back in place, they always move it, insisting that it looks much better.

“In a completely hypothetical situation, if I told you that, I don’t know, that the roommate I found on Craigslist turned out to be a ghost, what would you say? It sounds crazy, right? Like, ghosts can’t start an eBay store out of their room and pay rent…but apparently, they can.”

You are a firm non-believer in anything relating to religion, the supernatural, or anything that cannot be proven by hard science. There is a ghost that’s been haunting you for what feels like ages, and they are so fed up with your “too cool for ghouls” attitude. When you advertise that you’re in need of a roommate to split the rent with, a self-proclaimed medium takes up the offer. Upon meeting you and your ghostly roommate, and feeling all of the bad energy between you two, the medium dedicates themselves to doing a sort of “couples therapy” for you and helping you realize that yes, ghosts really do exist.*

You are a magic user who is trying to summon a low-level demon. Suddenly, in the middle of the summoning, you are shaken by an earthquake and almost crushed by one of your falling bookshelves, but the demon appears just at the right time, pulling you out of the way, and saving your life.

You are a ghost who has chosen to stay in the house/apartment/etc. where you died. About a decade later, someone moves into your old house/apartment/etc.; you are annoyed with this turn of events, and get back at them by playing small pranks on them – leaving plastic camels all over the place, taping Shrek’s face onto photographs, removing the labels off of canned goods, etc.

When you finally break your old phone, you drive to try to buy a second-hand iPhone off of Craigslist. Everything seems to be in order, except when you start receiving text messages from the past owner.

You are a DJ that drowns out your anxieties in the heavy, thumping bass at the club where you work. Most nights, you are too engrossed in your work to really pay attention to what’s happening on the dance floor, but at the same time, it’s hard to miss what a certain someone’s hips are doing when they clear out the dance floor. They have been dying to get the attention of the cute, stoic DJ. After a night of extreme partying, they are getting ready to hang up their dancing shoes when you walk up to them.

You are a hit man that has planned on getting close to your latest target, by inviting them out on a date. While out on this date though, you are actually really impressed by them and aren’t sure if you’re okay with going through with the job.

You feed off of affection…literally. Without love and attention, you will wither away. In order to stay healthy and strong, you have a string of people you’re not-quite dating so that you can cuddle on a regular basis, but you make sure not to develop serious feelings for any of them. It’s been working pretty well. Then you fall in love with the least affectionate person ever.

You are a scientist, and you hear about a series of experiments being done on a rare mermaid. Out of curiosity, you go to visit the mermaid in its tank and you see how miserable it is.

After going on a lovely date with someone, you think that the two of you really hit it off and can’t wait for a second date…but they never text you back. After a few weeks, you assume that you’ve been ghosted – meaning they weren’t interested and are ignoring you – and move on. Unbeknownst to you, they actually died, and their spirit can’t move on since they have unfinished business on Earth.

When you move out of your family’s house and into a small apartment, you realize that the apartment is haunted by a spirit who, after learning that you aren’t going to drive them out—it’s pretty cool to have a ghost for a roommate—finds infinite enjoyment in mapping out your romance life with two other people—their best friend and older brother.*

“So the world is being invaded by aliens and the only way to tell the difference between a real human and a human imposter is by shining a bright light in their eyes, so hold still and let me put my flashlight up to your face. Stop struggling! You’re not making a convincing case for yourself!”

“It’s been like ten years since we made alien contact and while it’s weird to have been chosen to foster an alien in my house, it’s not as bad as you would think; it’s weird, but in a cool way.”

You have recently been crowned as the new ruler of your country, and you’re throwing a masquerade ball to celebrate. With all of the guests in fancy outfits and masks, you are able to slip away from the crowds of people and take a stroll through the empty gardens, which is where you meet an assassin that’s been hired to kill you. Arriving at the ball in formal attire, they follow you out to the garden, saying that they want to make sure that you are feeling okay. They had planned on this being an easy beginner’s assignment – with the mask covering their face, they’re practically anonymous – but as you begin to open up about your apprehensions about taking the throne, they aren’t sure that they can go through with killing you.

You and your boyfriend are actually the same height, but you love to wear shoes with a heel and like to annoy your boyfriend with short jokes when you are both out.

“Listen, I love you and all, but can you please stop hiding all the good junk food on the top shelves where I can’t see them?”

You grew up in an environment where you weren’t offered very much affection as a child and now that you’re older, you have a lot of trouble conveying any emotions outside apathy, sarcasm, and being mildly interested in something. But after befriending an extremely lovey and affectionate person, you begin to fall hard for them. Awkward romance shenanigans ensue as you get flustered over hand holding and hugging because affection is relatively alien to you.

“We’re both psychology majors, and it’s great and all that we know everything about the topic, but it would be awesome if you could stop diagnosing me with being a dick - it’s unnecessary and definitely not a legitimate condition.”

“You found me crying in Barnes & Noble and thought that I was reading a sad book so you tried to comfort me but really I was just super happy that the dog didn’t die at the end.”

As your New Year’s resolution, you are trying to kick your addiction – to substances, adrenaline, shopping, crime, etc. – and every time you feel the need to indulge again, you go out and buy a house plant. Soon your apartment is filled with plants and you’ve become close friends with the gardener who has been selling you plants and giving you tips on how to take care of the different plants.

You don’t think that you’re an attractive person – and maybe you’re not – but to them, the literal grim reaper, you are one of the most beautiful people that they’ve ever seen. Cue them purposely going out of their way to extend your lifespan and to make your life a little better for them.

“I’ve killed 89 members of the royal family in my time on this Earth, but NEVER have I met one target as impetuous as this one. They quite literally saw my grappling hook catch their windowsill then just sauntered over with a pair of nail clippers and snipped the rope, waiting until they heard the *THUD* of me hitting the ground, then proceeded to turn on their iPod and blast “Oops, I Did It Again.” …I’m going to murder this brat until they are absolutely and completely dead, you mark my words.”

“If you put that needle in my arm, you’ll be losing much more than your medical license, my friend.”

“NOT ALL MAFIAS ARE ITALIAN. WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK THAT?!?���

You love to watch the night’s sky, and one night, while looking up at the stars, you see a blindingly bright light streak across the sky, and land in the woods/a park/a lake/the desert/etc. near your house. Going to inspect what just fell, you find a softly glowing figure that’s safely nestled inside of a smoking, broken asteroid.

“My familiar keeps wandering underneath my porch and won’t come out unless I beg it to. I’ve been wondering why it has spent so much time under there these past few weeks and I found my answer when I went looking myself only to find another person’s familiar cowering in the dirt.”

After you inherit a box of antiques from your deceased grandparent, you discover an antique mirror that holds the soul of a 1900′s show performer. Even though the two of you are separated by almost a century, you find out that you have more similarities than you would expect (and they give great makeup advice.)

“I know I probably look like just another predator or scientist or something that’s going to hurt you, but I promise, I only want to help you and get you off the streets.”

You are a history buff, and while looking through an old textbook, there’s a picture of a portrait that happens to catch your eye. Not just because the person in the portrait is really attractive, but because the person looks exactly like your roommate.

Your roommate is notoriously tough and strong and one day is frightened by a cockroach. They yell for you who comes running to the rescue, only to find yourself slipping on the wet bathroom floor. This ends in, shall we say, quite the awkward landing.

“You are in fact the worst burglar I have ever seen!” “How many burglars have you seen???” “Exactly!”

“Okay, I know I told you I’m an alien and everything but I swear to god if you try to get me to say ‘greetings earthling’ I will punch you. Of course no one says that! What is this an ‘80s film?!”

“I don’t know what would’ve been worse, me finding a bear in my kitchen at 4 AM eating all my food or a cute alien eating all my food at 4 AM.”

“I got hunted down and dragged out of hiding and now I’m in some scary lab (pretty sure I’m about to be dissected) but just before the operation, this scientist came in to check if everything was alright. Wait what… you’re unhooking me from the machine now we’re running away out of the science lab? Man, maybe humans aren’t that shitty after all.”

“I lost my cat a few days ago and I saw you carrying my cat in your purse and and you looked intimidating so I couldn’t ask for them back.”

“You come to the pet shop every day and look at the dogs but whenever I ask, you say you don’t want one… But you keep coming in. Are you sure you don’t want one because that one time I let you hold a puppy you nearly cried.”

“I’m babysitting this kid in the park but a dog startled him and he dropped his ice cream, I can’t believe you bought him a new one that was so sweet of you.”

“My pet tarantula escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is scared of spiders.”

“I need you to pet sit my pet this weekend and I forgot to mention it’s a giant snake, the mice are in the freezer, thanks bye!”

“One of my neighbors went blind as a teenager and he’s never asked me what I looked like until today and I completely lied to him about what I looked like.”

“My stupid cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and peeing everywhere so I followed him inside and you came home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room but I swear I’m not a burglar okay.”

“So you’re the asshole that took my username.”

“I rented the apartment above your flower shop and in the last two months you’ve gotten a new flower I’m allergic to so I keep buying bouquets until I can figure out which kind it is”

“Um, hi, I know how this looks but I promise you I’m not a burglar. I’m a celebrity from a foreign country and as I was being chased by fans, I saw your garden so I hopped your fence to hide in your plants and I’m so sorry that I crushed so many of them but please don’t make me leave yet.”

“We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because you’re terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.”’

*For these with more than one character mentioned, you can request more than one person. 

The list of groups I will do for these are as follows:

B.A.P

Big Bang

Block B

EXO (OT12 s/o to my first love Tao)

Got7

Monsta X

NCT U

NCT 127

NCT Dream

Seventeen

VIXX (Closed)

So, yeah, you can send those in! If you have any questions, feel free to ask~

#if you request NCT i will love you very much js #they are my bias group and i love them very much #lmao @ myself being such nct trash even in tags #tbh some of these are super short and others are hella long but i mean #limitless character limit #know what i'm sayin? #kpop scenarios #kpop drabbles #exo scenarios #nct scenarios #nct u scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #got7 scenarios #monsta x scenarios #vixx scenarios #block b scenarios #b.a.p scenarios #bigbang scenarios #seventeen scenarios #drabble game #nct drabbles #exo drabbles #got7 drabbles #monsta x drabbles #block b drabbles #vixx drabbles #nct u drabbles #nct 127 drabbles #nct dream drabbles

[theartofbeinganerd]

Have you ever had a burning desire for a FitzDaisy buddy cop AU where there’s a serial killer on the loose, while Fitz falls more and more in love with adorable ER doctor Jemma Simmons, and with a side of TripDaisy? No? Well, here’s the first chapter anyway!

I’ve been working on this for some time, and it’s a bit different from my normal stuff, but hopefully you’ll still give it a chance regardless!

*This chapter features some depictions of violence, though it's not very graphic and is pretty brief; however, this fic often features talk of homicide and other crimes, and if that is triggering in any way or something you don’t think you can handle, I'd suggest you tread lightly or skip this fic completely.

(Ao3)

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Fitz stared unseeingly through the windshield, his fingers tapping an absent rhythm on the steering wheel as he listened to the static from the radio, waiting for the call that would give them something to do instead of just sitting there wasting the night away. Then again, perhaps in his line of work, having nothing to do was something he should be thankful for – his feelings on the subject tended to change from day to day.

He glanced up when the door opened and Daisy slid back into the passenger seat, grinning at him and shaking the paper bag in her hand excitedly. “I’ve got doughnuts,” she announced unnecessarily as she slammed her door shut behind her.

Fitz leveled an exasperated look at his partner. “Why do you insist on enforcing that stereotype, Daisy?”

She passed him his frosted doughnut, but not without pairing it with a rather impressive roll of her eyes. “Um, because it’s an excuse to eat an alarming amount of doughnuts? I thought you of all people could appreciate that.”

He sighed, but still took a bite out of the pastry in his hand. Around a mouthful of it, he pointed out, “The more we eat doughnuts, the harder it’s going to get to chase suspects down.”

Daisy scoffed at him, spraying crumbs of jelly doughnut over her uniform. “Speak for yourself, Fitz. You do remember that I’m dating a health nut, right?”

“Ah, so you’re trying to fatten me up then.” Fitz finished off his doughnut, brushing the crumbs off of his lap and setting a mental note to clean the car soon, given that it wasn’t technically his car.

“You are getting a bit pudgy, aren’t you?” Daisy observed thoughtfully.

“Wha – pudgy?” he repeated, aghast as he glanced down at himself. Upon hearing Daisy’s snickers, he shot a glare at her and snapped, “I am not pudgy.”

“Whatever you need to say, Fitzy.” Daisy gave him a teasing punch to the arm, shooting a smirk at him as he rubbed the spot exaggeratedly.

Fitz didn’t bother to respond, grumbling to himself and sinking down in his seat, settling in for a long night of Daisy harassing and poking fun at him. Far from the first time, he stewed over the fact that out of everyone, he couldn’t believe that he’d been partnered with Daisy.

Before he could get to the part of his brooding where he wondered why the universe had it out for him, the radio crackled to life. “Unit 616, do you copy?”

Fitz had just barely exchanged a glance with Daisy before she was grabbing for the receiver. “Unit 616, we copy.”

“Possible 459 at 137 Park Street.”

“We’re on it,” Daisy informed them breezily as Fitz put the car in drive and threw on the lights and siren as they headed out of the parking lot. As she replaced the receiver, she raised her eyebrows at him. “If they run for it, want me to chase ‘em down? Don’t wanna have you start huffing and puffing and let them get away.”

Fitz gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter and replied dryly, “Ha ha. Very funny.”

Daisy was almost inhumanly good at keeping her cool when they were responding to a call, and Fitz knew that it stemmed from the fact that she was secure in the knowledge that this was what she’d always wanted to do. She’d informed him during the beginning of their partnership that she’d decided a long time ago that she wanted to dedicate her life to helping people. He very much envied the fact that she’d found what she wanted to do with her life and followed it through.

Fitz hadn’t been afforded that kind of luxury – the very last thing he’d wanted growing up was to be a police officer. But, his father had been one all his life and just couldn’t bear for his only son (and only child) to do anything but follow in his footsteps, despite their lack of anything resembling a relationship. Fitz hadn’t been crazy about the idea, given that he’d seen what the job had done to not only his father, but his parents’ marriage, but saying no to his father was a skill he’d yet to perfect.

However, just because he was giving in to his father’s career choice, didn’t mean he wanted to stay under his thumb any longer than he had to. So, after going through the police academy back in Scotland, he’d relocated to America to join a precinct in a relatively small town, rather than join his father’s old one back home like the senior Fitz had intended. The move had given him a bit of breathing room, but Fitz was still more than a little unfulfilled in the career he’d never wanted. And honestly, he still didn’t think he was cut out for it, what with his weak stomach and entirely unintimidating appearance with a confidence to match.

He’d tried to tell his father all of this, of course, but the only responses he’d ever gotten in return were, “You’ll toughen up, boy” or “What does it matter? Cops get all the women – you’ll see”.

Neither made him feel any better.

Finally, they pulled up outside the address, and even through the dark, he could see that the door was open wide, light from inside spilling out onto the front stoop. Fitz turned the car off, pocketing the keys before he slid out and shut the door quietly behind him. He pulled his gun from its holster, meeting Daisy around her side of the car. Together, they crept up the driveway, and she warily peered through the open door.

“Police,” she called, and waited, but there was only silence in response. They exchanged a glance, then slowly entered the residence, guns at the ready.

Only a handful of steps inside, Fitz was hit with the overwhelming scent of iron and he nearly gagged, but he pressed his lips together and forced himself to focus. That smell was not a good sign.

Turning the corner from the entryway into what appeared to be the living room, Fitz’s entire body froze up and his heart lodged itself in his throat. Spread out around room were several bodies, covered in bright red blood. There was so much blood seeping into the carpet, in fact, that Fitz couldn’t tell what color it was actually supposed to be. There were so many glazed, unseeing eyes, heads turned the wrong way, flesh torn to give way to the crimson liquid pouring out, and the worst of all – there was a giant ‘H’ on the far wall, smeared in what he could only assume was the victims’ blood.

“Fitz?” Daisy hissed from behind him, “What is it? You’re blocking the damn door.”

“Oh god,” Fitz mumbled, stumbling back a few steps and running right into Daisy. She practically had to hold him up as his knees grew weak, and his stomach was turning in a worrying manner. He was about to dart for the door and lose his lunch to the bushes he’d noticed by the steps so he didn’t mess up the crime scene when he saw something frankly amazing.

One of the bodies closest to him, a little girl, her pigtails matted with blood and her Disney princess nightgown barely recognizable as fabric, twitched. Her arm moved weakly, and she turned her head just slightly, blinking at Fitz and Daisy.

“She’s alive,” he gasped out, darting unthinkingly right into the living room to squat down beside her. “Just hold on, we’re going to get you help.”

“Alive?” he just barely heard Daisy murmur, seconds before her shocked gasp. “Oh my god. We…we… Fitz, we have to make sure this place is clear.”

Fitz almost argued with her, not wanting to leave the girl alone, but he knew that she was right. Regardless, he still pulled his radio from his belt and called in, “This is Unit 616, we have multiple 10-54s; 11-41.”

The response was almost immediate. “Unit 616, backup and ambulance on their way.”

“Copy.” Fitz replaced his radio, and then told the girl gently, “I’ll be right back, just stay awake for me, okay?”

The little girl blinked a couple times, then gave him a tiny, clearly painful nod. Fitz rose to his feet and glanced at Daisy, noting the way that her face had gone deathly pale as she surveyed the room. Silently, she gestured to the door to their right, and Fitz nodded, following her lead.

The kitchen, bathroom and both downstairs bedrooms were clear, along with the first bedroom upstairs. However, in the back bedroom, they found two more young children, and a quick feel for a pulse showed that they were already gone. Fitz noticed Daisy gripping her gun a bit tighter before she replaced it in her holster, the residence clear of whoever had committed such a massacre.

“We should check all the others downstairs for pulses,” Daisy said, already heading out of the room and for the stairs. Fitz was quick to follow, but their search for life proved fruitless, save for the too young girl still clinging desperately to consciousness.

What seemed like hours – but in reality was mere minutes – later the paramedics arrived, and Fitz dimly registered that Trip, Daisy’s boyfriend, was the one that gently pushed him away from the girl so that they could transfer her to the gurney. Fitz’s eyes locked on the girl as they began pushing the gurney toward the door, and he flinched when he felt a firm hand land on his shoulder.

“Hey, you should go with them, keep us updated. I’ll wait for Coulson,” Daisy told him gently.

Fitz frowned, his gaze flicking from Daisy to where Trip had disappeared through the front door. “But…don’t you…”

Daisy gave his shoulder a squeeze, a small, forced smile curving her lips. “You go, Fitz. You’re already as white as a sheet – after everything else I’ve seen tonight, I don’t want to add that doughnut in reverse to the list.”

Normally, Fitz would’ve responded with a glare, but all he could manage was a quiet, “Okay,” before following the other EMT outside from where he’d been double-checking the others for any signs of life. He sat in back with Trip, and tried his very hardest not to see the poor, possibly dying little girl in front of him but it was nearly impossible. Her weak, ragged breaths kept drawing his attention back to her.

When they finally arrived at the hospital, Fitz got out of Trip’s way, allowing him and his partner to rush the girl inside. He stepped down from the truck and took a deep breath of the chilly night air, shoving his shaking hands through his hair and closing his eyes. But, all he could see was the horrifying carnage he’d walked in on, as though the images were seared into the backs of his eyelids.

After awhile, though, he had to give up and go inside, given that the rapidly cooling night air was starting to burn his lungs from all of the deep breathing. He was vaguely familiar with the layout of the emergency room, and quickly found the waiting room, sinking into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait for news.

All he could think about was this family that had gone to sleep, thinking they were safe and sound in their home, and someone had come inside and taken that from them, not mention their lives. They’d carelessly wandered right in and brutally murdered people that had done nothing to warrant such an awful end. It just wasn’t fair.

Fitz dropped his head into his hands, trying to blink back the tears building behind his eyes, but it was no use – the continued images of the slaughtered family refused to leave him alone, and he felt his shoulders began to shake with the effort of holding back his tears.

“Officer?”

He lifted his head quickly at the gentle prodding, and attempted to blink away the wetness in his eyes so that the face of the woman in front of him would become a bit clearer. “Um…yeah?”

She gave him a sympathetic smile, perching on the seat beside him and resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You came in with Sarah Hudson?” When Fitz just stared at her blankly, she added, “The young girl from the multiple homicide?”

“Oh.” Her name was Sarah. Somehow, that made it all the more real for Fitz, and he had to press his lips tight together to keep the next wave of tears at bay. “Yeah. Uh…how is she?”

The woman, who Fitz figured must be the trauma doctor on call tonight, winced, her lips twisting into a frown. “Not good, I’m afraid. She sustained multiple stab wounds – seventeen, if my count was correct – and lost quite a bit of blood. The wounds were precise, and the attacker was obviously skilled, but against all odds she survived.” Then, with a little sigh, she added, “For now, at least.” Giving his shoulder a soft squeeze, she asked gently, “Was this your first crime scene?”

Fitz clenched his fingers around his knees, digging roughly into his skin as he mumbled, “First one with bodies, yeah.”

She sighed, and Fitz just barely noticed her fingers rubbing against his shoulder in soothing, feather-light circles. “I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but it doesn’t. But that sick, disturbed feeling, as though your stomach will never return to its proper place, that’ll fade a bit over time.”

Fitz managed a small, grateful smile. “Thanks…” He trailed off as he realized that the doctor had never introduced herself.

“Oh! Jemma. Jemma Simmons.”

“Thank you, Dr. Simmons.” Fitz rose to his feet, and Jemma’s hand fell away from his shoulder as she stood as well. “And uh…it’s Officer Fitz.” He nodded over his shoulder to the door, already digging around in his pocket for his phone. “I’ve gotta call the chief, let him know what’s going on with…Sarah.”

She nodded in understanding, but as Fitz started to walk away, she called after him, “Officer Fitz!” He paused, glancing back at her in time to see her warm, understanding smile. “If you ever need to talk, my usual shift is five PM to four AM.”

Without waiting for him to respond, Jemma turned and headed back toward the double doors that led into the ER. Fitz couldn’t get his feet to continue their journey outside, though, because as he watched her disappear, he finally registered just how gorgeous Dr. Jemma Simmons actually was – and she was warm and kind and a doctor, to boot.

How had he not noticed that?

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495 - burglary 10-54 - possible dead body 11-41 - ambulance needed

#shayna writes #fsfic #fitzsimmons #a hand to hold (take me home) #fitzdaisy brotp #police officer au #background tripdaisy #multi-chapter fic

[laraholl-blog]

Rosie was sleeping soundly when she was awakened by a gentle hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes only to see her wife in obvious distress. "What's up, love?" she asked softly, the sleep still in her already raspy voice. "Panic attack," were the only words Rose could get out, her breath laboured. Rosie immediately came to her senses, like her body had just gotten the full effect of two cups of coffee.

Rosie still remembered the first time it had happened while she was with Rose. It had been terrifying for both of them. Rose couldn’t get to sleep that night, even though Rosie was slumbering peacefully next to her. She knew she was getting panicky, she could feel her own anxiety rise, but their relationship was new enough then that she didn’t even think of waking Rosie up and tried to get through it on her own. She regretted it later though, when she had worked herself into a full blown panic and Rosie had woken up anyway because of Rose’s loud crying and panting. Eventually Rosie started crying too, because she couldn’t get Rose to explain what was wrong, she had no idea what to do, and she felt horribly helpless. If someone had asked Rosie – what’s the thing you hate the most, what’s your least favourite feeling in the world – this would have been her reply. Being unable to soothe the woman she loved.

She wanted to call an ambulance that night, because she genuinely believed Rose was going to die from choking on her own inability to breathe. But as she started to dial, Rose began crying even harder and shaking her head. “Do I call Laura?” Rosie asked, at the end of her wit, and this time Rose’s reaction seemed a little more positive. Rosie had to fumble among blankets and sheets to recover Rose’s phone, found Laura’s number, and called her, feeling the most useless girlfriend ever. Laura was a bit annoyed when she answered her phone, since it was about 4:30 A.M., but she got worried upon hearing Rosie’s frightened voice. When Rosie explained through tears what was happening, Laura calmed down, still sad for Rose but relieved her sister wasn’t dead or in danger. “She’s having a panic attack,” she said to Rosie matter-of-factly. “Hand the phone over to her”. Which Rosie did. Whatever Laura was saying to Rose to guide her through her panic attack, Rosie couldn’t hear it; but it seemed to work, because after a few minutes Rose had stopped crying, and her breath was more regular.

When she felt calm enough to get off the phone with Laura, Rose was overcome by pure fatigue because of the last hour’s events. She mumbled a few words of apology to Rosie, feeling embarrassed as well, saying she really wanted to sleep now, and that she would explain tomorrow. She took Rosie’s hand in hers and fell asleep right away. Rosie lied awake for another hour and a half, thinking about what had happened, trying to calm herself down as well, not bothering to try and get back to sleep since she had to get up to go to work in a bit anyway.

They did talk about it the next day. Rose explained that she had been suffering from panic attacks since she was about twelve. She told Rosie that they had gotten less severe and happened less often since her terrible teenage years, but still something like this happened every couple of months, sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes during the day, even when she was out in public. It was something entirely different, she explained, from the feelings of anxiety she experienced because of her OCD. Maybe they were related, maybe not: these kind of panic attacks had no reason at all, no identifiable trigger whatsoever, and that was what was so terrible about them.  Rosie could feel that Rose was embarrassed and tense about this, so she let her girlfriend go back to her usual playful self after she’d given her this minimum amount of information. But Rosie, not being a terrible girlfriend at all, but in fact a really good one, went on and did her own research. The next time it happened, while they were out shopping at Tesco’s, she managed to bring Rose down on her own without having to call anyone. She didn’t even cry herself, even though her heart completely broke at the sight of Rose sweating and trembling and crying and gasping for air in the fruit and veggies aisle.

So this wasn’t the first time it had happened. Not even the second, or third, and Rosie knew perfectly well what to do. This hadn’t happened for quite some time now, but she was still a pro at it, she thought with sadness. On seeing Rose’s frightened eyes and hearing her choked breath she didn’t lose a single second. She placed a hand on Rose’s belly, gently bringing her down with her from her sitting position into a comfy horizontal one. She cuddled around Rose, feeling her girlfriend’s muscles all stiff with strain. Rose was still having a hard time breathing and looked at Rosie with pure terror in her eyes. “Rosie, love,” Rosie murmured softly into Rose’s ear, affectionately calling her wife with her own name. “You’re safe, baby, you’re here with me. You’re not in any danger, it’s just a panic attack. It’ll be over in ten minutes tops, and you’re gonna be fine, love.” Rosie kept caressing Rose’s belly as she was lavishing her wife with the most soothing words she could think of, in the softest voice that she could. She was warm from being under the covers, and Rose was sweating profusely, but still Rosie snuggled closer to Rose. She took her hand and brought it to her chest. “Can you feel my heartbeat, baby?” Rose nodded after a few second, her eyes wide open, her hand pressing into Rosie’s chest. “Good girl,” Rosie encouraged her. “Feel my heartbeat, focus on it for a while, baby. Try and concentrate on its rhythm. You’re ok, love, I got you, I’m here with you.”

Rosie planted a kiss on Rose’s head, lingering with her lips against her wife’s hair for a few seconds. She could feel Rose working very hard to inhale and exhale, with little success. “Can you feel me breathing, Rosie? Try and breathe like I am, love. Feel my hand on your tummy? Try and push it up, fill your tummy with air, baby. It’ll be over soon, Rose, I promise.” Rose could finally take in some air. “Just like that. You’re doing fine, baby. Exhale now, I’m going to push a bit with my hand on your tummy to help you get it out. Now try and breathe in again, my love.”

They kept at this for a few minutes. Rose’s laboured breathing became a little bit easier with each successful breath, always encouraged by Rosie’s soft whispers. She still gasped once or twice, but her breath was mostly regular now. Rosie wanted to keep talking to Rose, and she tried to think of happy things she could remind her wife of, to distract her and comfort her. This was tricky, though: their new book, their new house, the upcoming tour – all these were happy things, yes, but a little scary too, and Rosie decided not to risk mentioning them in case they brought Rose to a deeper state of anxiety. She settled on reminding Rose of their previous night walk with Wilma, how relaxed they had felt on that unusually warm British spring night, how they had held hands under the stars, happy even in that ordinary mundane moment while the little doggie thoroughly enjoyed herself. Rosie had painted such a soothing picture with her words that Rose couldn’t help enjoying the memory and relaxing a bit.

Rosie sensed this, and she felt relieved that the worst was over. She moved a bit and put her free arm under Rose’s neck, drawing her face close to her and kissing her softly under her ear. Rose felt better, but still very raw. The gesture made her eyes fill with tears, and she started to cry softly. “Rosie, I’m sorry, I…” Rose spoke, trying to reassure her wife that she was ok, that she didn’t feel like she was going to die anymore, and to explain that she didn’t really know why she was crying, but she couldn’t get the words out. “Shh, baby, I know. Don’t worry about it, love, go ahead and let it all out. Just try and keep breathing regularly” Rosie comforted her wife, brushing the hair away from Rose’s sweaty forehead, gently cradling and rocking her. When Rose stopped crying a couple of minutes later, she felt like she had got run over by a bus. She kept herself close to Rosie, not really wanting to let go, not wanting her wife to stop caressing her hair. “Are you ok, baby?” Rosie asked. “Are you warm enough, are you thirsty? Do you need to go for a wee wee?” Rose shook her head. “You should drink something though, love, let me get some water for you.” Rosie started to move, but Rose held her close. “Can we stay like this for a couple more minutes?” Rose asked, her voice hoarse from having cried. “Of course, love. Of course we can.” Rose fell asleep instantly in the warmth of their embrace. Rosie didn’t have the heart to wake her up after the night she’d had, and decided that water could wait until the morning.

When Rosie woke up she found the bed next to her empty, except for Wilma sleeping on her feet. She glanced at her phone and, finding it was quite late already, she decided to get up and go downstairs. When she got to the kitchen she was amazed to see a full breakfast on the table, together with a single rose, and her wife attending to the boiling water on the opposite side of the room. Flynn rubbed against her legs and meowed, catching Rose’s attention. Rose turned and saw Rosie, still sleepy and as cute as can be in her pink jammies and slippers. “Good morning sleepyhead!” Rose grinned, having gone fully back to her usual playful, happy self. She marched towards Rosie with one of her funny walks, and when she got near her, she picked her up with some difficulty and tried to carry her to the table. Of course she failed spectacularly and they both collapsed, laughing, Rosie landing on Rose, and Rose on the hard floor. “OUUUCH!” yelled Rose. “It’s all your fault Rosie! Stop making me pick you up and carry you around!” Rose laughed at her own shenanigans and Rosie laughed along. Still half-sitting, half-lying on the floor, they kissed slowly, and kept on nose-nuzzling even after they had stopped. Rose was suddenly serious again. She took a deep breath, and started speaking: “Rosie, I wanted to thank you. I know it’s not enough to simply make you some breakfast, it could never be enough, but you were so good to me earlier, I just wanted to do something to show you immediately how grateful I am and…” Rosie put a hand on her mouth. “Babe, we’re married. That’s what married people do. Be there for each other. I want to be there for you. I love you.” Rose playfully bit Rosie’s hand. “I love you too, Roseanne Elizabeth Spaughton. I’d do anything for you.” “Anything?” “Yeah, pretty much.” “Princess time, then.” “At your service, my lady.”

#rose and rosie #fanfiction #rose and rosie fanfiction #rose ellen dix #the roxetera #panic attacks #fanfic #ffic #the roses #lesbian #lesbian youtubers #LGBT #bisexual #mental health #copenhagen

[thekids-from-studio12]

Hello... Hello,

(Phone call narratives #1: Cradle in the Windowsill)

The phone rang… maybe once or twice.

I didn’t even think twice about reaching for it, even though I didn’t think to check who the caller was. I think I had a pretty good idea who it could have been; who else would call in the middle of the night? I put it on speaker and continued tapping away at my laptop, lowering the music volume enough to let the phone overpower it.

“Hello.” I greeted.

There was a pause.

“Hey,”

I flinched, my hand landing flat on the keyboard with an unceremonious slap.

That… was not the voice I was expecting. It threw me off to be wrong – but then, I’ve been proven wrong a lot these past few days. So I don’t really know what I was expecting.

“… I didn’t expect you to be up,” he said.

I didn’t reply for a minute.

The night suddenly seemed so glaringly quiet. Even though Mikael was barely even speaking, it seemed like a shout in the dead of 2:12 am. Wind rushed past in a whistling lullaby, as if to reassure me that yes, it was still busy trying to rouse people. Trees rustled in agreement. And if I listened really closely I could hear roof panels jingling, and the grass hissing a little bit as they bent. But other than that, everything was so silent that it hurt. It made the conversation louder, if anything.

“I’m not supposed to be,” I replied quietly.

I vaguely wished that I wasn’t playing Up Dharma Down through my speakers. It set such a freaking mood.

“But you are,” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay, fair enough.”

There was a pause on the other end. Static stirred through the white noise silence, giving me the idea that Mikael wasn’t quite comfortable the way he was. It figured; he was never one for staying still anyway. Never has and never will. That’s the entire reason why he was so great at dancing. (Well, he could hold still when he needed to. He just tended not to.) I imagined him shifting the sheets around, disturbing the IV line so much that it would have given Quinn a heart attack if we had been there.

I glanced out into the landscape. Ninety percent of the outside of my house was just fog and darkness, only broken by the streetlights nearby. If I squinted hard enough I could make out the silhouette of Mikael’s window. Some part of me tried to pretend that the light was on and I was talking to him in the usual way: laptop lights glaring through the glass, whispering because we were supposed to be asleep, talking stupid and being stupid because we were. It’s been a tradition ever since we were little.

But another part of me hoped the fog would keep it obscured. Seeing it dark and empty would have just discouraged me.

“Why did you call?”

I’m surprised he could still hear me, actually. My voice was all but nonexistent.

“Is that Sana in the background?” he mulled.”Ako’y dito mag-aabang na magdugtong na ang patlang,” he hummed.

I forced my own smile down my throat. “I asked you a question.”

“I… Well, I wasn’t supposed to let you hear,” he admitted.

“What? Hear what?”

“What... Grief, I feel stupid.”

“I’m stupid too. Don’t hog the glory. Tell me.”

“But...”

“Come on. It’s a waste of load, Mika... Please?”

He paused shortly, before whispering, “I wasn’t... actually planning on talking to you, over the phone.”

“Why did you call, then?” I asked, confused.

“I mean, I didn’t actually plan on catching you awake… I was supposed to leave it in your voicemail, but that plan backfired so…”

“You were planning to deliver a message twice removed?”

“It’s not like that at all,”

“Then what?”

I grimaced. That was not how I planned to say it – it had come on way too strong.

There was another uncomfortable halt in conversation.

Usually, instances like this made me squirm. It just reminded me too much of scenarios in books, or movies or shows or anything really that was supposed to be real life but wasn’t. Apart from being incredibly clichéd in its own regards, it also made things feel uncomfortably synthetic. Like I was just a puppet acting out on a string and my path wasn’t even straight. I didn’t like this conversation in particular because it just felt like a default conversation to have with a best friend you aren’t on good terms with.

It seemed like the bailout plan. I hated escapes like that.

“Addie,” he said it painfully, like a stab to the gut. “I… I called to say sorry,”

“What for?”

“Addie I –“

“What for? You’re not in the wrong,” I defended.

Again, a little on the testy side; it was almost threatening. I cursed myself for it.

“Please,” he took a deep breath, “please stop. I called to say sorry – just let me, please.”

“I… I just…”

“Please.”

My voice stuck to my throat. But that was okay; I really had nothing to say but contradiction. He said please like he never had before, like when I had that fit and almost totaled my knuckles. Please, like a desperate attempt to call me home. I really did not want to hear him say sorry. He shouldn’t have been saying sorry. If anything I was the one who should have been apologizing, not him at all. If I opened my mouth I would have rejected his apology just because he didn’t need to say it.

But he needed to say it. Who knows why… So I let him.

“I’m sorry for this. For me… for everything that’s been going on. I’m sorry.” He continued in my lapse of speaking.

“I…” I didn’t really know how to reply to that. It didn’t matter, it seemed.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

I nodded numbly. “… Is that it?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s it…”

“You aren’t going to explain yourself?”

I leaned back in wait, pulling my legs up onto the windowsill and hugging my knees to my chest. My eyes kept glancing at the computer screen as the playlist moved on to a new song. The wind rushed past again, chastising my bare legs for being so exposed. The moonlight turned my brown skin a pale white.

“I didn’t really plan to… Maybe when you arrived,” he said. Like he was sure we were coming.

He wasn’t wrong – we were going to visit. But his faith reinvigorated me.

“So, what then? You’re hanging up?”

“I… Get some sleep, Addie. I know you’re tired.” He dodged.

“Mika,”

“Get some sleep, please.”

In truth, I didn’t want to get some sleep. Sleep wasted precious time, and besides even if I wanted to I just couldn’t. I haven’t been sleeping lately. It’s like I couldn’t. Mikael wasn’t even the cause of this sudden development; the lack of sleep started long ago, before this entire wreckage started piling up. It’s like the ambulance sirens were already there before I even saw or knew about them.

“Wait!” I yelped, sensing his hand hovering over the disconnect button. “Wait, please. Just please. Just wait,”

The way I said please wasn’t like his… it seemed to me like a forced effort. It was hollow and lifeless and didn’t bleed anything but maybe insincerity. I hoped Mika had a different outlook on it.

He paused. “… What?”

“I,”

I shifted, knocking my laptop to the floor with a loud clatter. Hope nobody heard that. My lips went dry as I bent to pick it up, trying to come up with a good and believable lie. What was I going to mention, the bloody weather? Homework? God forbid, and the words caught in my throat like flies in a trap. In truth, there was really nothing to talk about anymore; I already Mika say his piece, and I didn’t have anything on my chest either. So I wasn’t talking.

But I just liked hearing him breathe.

That sounded creepy, but it’s true. These past two days have been all forms of rough on me. I’ve grown many types of paranoid – this one especially. I’ve seen Mikael pale and barely there, held by a thread. I think it was lucky that it was the middle of October and his breath was coming out in little white clouds. At least we could still see it, at least we still knew that it was there. If I had to take his pulse or lean down to check if he was still breathing I don’t think I would have managed. I’m scared to think about how the picture would be completed – lifeless, no color or breath. So I was always scanning him for signs of life. Any. All.

Just anything even remotely alive.

And it’s not just him, either. I subconsciously do it with Quinn too, and with everybody else. But I notice that I do it with the two of them especially often - more often than I would like to admit. They seem like brittle glass now. Easily broken and swept away to disappear if I’m not all that careful - and it scared me so much.

You understand… don’t you?

That’s why I wanted to keep him on the line. Just to make sure he was still awake and alive and breathing.

“… Nothing,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Nothing, nothing, I just… Are you okay?”

“I’m –“ he stopped all of a sudden.

“Mika?”

“… Yeah, I’m okay.” He almost laughed, I think, at the end of his sentence. How? How could  he laugh? “I’m okay, Ads. Really.”

“Mika,”

“Get some sleep, please. I’ll wait for you.”

I’ll wait for you, he said. It was painful, knowing what it actually meant.

“Will you?”

“Don’t worry... I won’t go ahead again. Ever. I promise.”

“... You’re starting to sound fabricated,” I smiled.

He laughed quietly, and I heard the sheets shift again. “Quinn’s books are rubbing off on me. Or maybe I’m just playing too many games, again.”

“How? You’re at the hospital...”

“Portable consoles are a thing, Miss Martinez.”

I managed a light laugh.

He did too. And when I stopped talking again, I just listened to him breathing. He was so alive. I was so scared to think of it otherwise. I know i wasn’t his fault... he didn’t mean it, he wasn’t doing it on purpose. But not knowing how he was doing was driving me all forms of crazy. I just... I was just so thankful he was even thinking of doing this for me at all. Of reassuring me. Even in the dead of night. Even while he was the one in trouble, he was the one still trying to save me.

I was bloody pathetic.

“Thank you.”

“Goodnight.”

It was funny to have to admit that I hung up first.

#addie #addie martinez #mikael de alonzo #mika de alonzo #some angst for ya bae #this seems so romanticized fuuuuuddddgeeee #but i wanted to rewrite something that matched my mood #so have my best friend duo #gross sobbing #they're such good friends they are friendship goals #accidentally posted this on my personal blog a while ago hAHAH #fak