#me: at least if i die the other characters will be brought closer together and learn to lean on each other :D the other players: lmao

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Between the bars (Coriolanus Snow x reader)

AUTHORS NOTE 📝 : yall im so proud of this one i think its my best one yet would you want a part two bc i would be interested please comment and o worked Really really hard on this one especially a little longer than normal got a little carried away.

WARNINGS: pining, my post concussion writing, suggestive but no lemon, hardcore making out, fluff and slight angst w/ coryo family, tried my best for snow to be in character, were basically Lucy gray

My hands wrapped around the cold metal bars of the monkey house where I was enclosed in. I couldn’t sleep no, not a wink so I decided to watch over my district parter. It was cold at night, they didn’t give us any blankets. It’s barbaric the way they treat us, just because we’re district doesn’t mean we’re not human. And just since most of us are going to our death you’d think that we’d be entitled to a least a little dignity.

you’d think….

Suddenly I hear footsteps and peer out the bars of the monkey cage into the empty zoo. Well…..not empty anymore. There approaching me is the one person who has treated me fairly since coming here. He handles me like I was a true lady of the capital.

Coriolanus snow walked up to the bars where I was.

“hello y/n….I’ve brought you something” he hands me an intricate compact “it was my mothers I thought it would remind you of me in the arena and…….” He pauses and looks around though no one is there “there’s poison in it. I know, but only in self defense in that arena your going to things you’re not proud of”

I nod “I understand” I say knowing I’ll have to use it at some point “it’s beautiful…thank you” I run my fingers over the delicate and fancy design.

he smiles. That smile that stupid smirk. When I first met Coriolanus I had to admit I was struck by how attractive he was. Paired with holding out a rose for me to take from his hand and saying that he would take care of me….well it’s enough to have any girl blushing like a fool. I tried my best to keep it together but I knew some of the blush was showing on my face when he held out the rose. Whenever I look at him I get butterflies in my stomach. Little did I know at the time he felt almost the exact same way about me and my appearance when he first saw me. But it was my spirit at the reaping and going foreward that truly made him fall for her. In fact the was one of the things that prompted him to arrive with the rose at the train station. When I was reaped I didn’t cry or scream or anything but….well I sung. I’ve always been a performer at heart and though my song was very short it showed that they couldn’t break my spirit.

now he leans down and brings his face close to mine. Closer than ever before.

“Coryo, I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again…but I wanted to thank you, you’ve treated me well like an equal and that’s rare. If I die in that arena it won’t be your fault-“

“I’m going you out of there y/n. You’re not just a tribute to me. You’re going to survive”he shocks even himself by saying it. He had never spoken about his feelings to y/n. Not even to Tigris. But with the games tomorrow there was no chance other than now. He was enchanted by her beauty and her charm when they first met, her realness. And though it was hard to admit her survival in that arena now meant much more to him than just getting the plinthe prize. He cared about her. Love was a feeling that was all too foreign to the young Coriolanus snow. He had only ever possibly experimented with a girl or two and that was nothing special just a fling. He was an orphan he never knew love from his parents all he had was Tigris, the grandma’m and now y/n.

I let my fingers slip in between the the bars that separated us and caress the side of his soft cheek. Letting myself give in to the temptation that has plagued me ever since we met. His eyes lock onto mine and me gaze at each other for a while lost in our own thoughts. as I stroke his cheek he leans into my touch so heavily as though he has never felt real love in his life. My other hand goes to cup his other cheek from the side so I’m holding his head in my hands now. He looks up at me and I slide one of my hands down to his neck. He was so clearly touch starved, I could see the desperation and hunger in his eyes.

and we’re both wondering the same thing. is this it? Is this the last time l’ll ever see them?

“Y/n l/n” he breathed like it was a desperate plea.

“coryo…”

and then he leans in close and we are in between the bars. He kisses me at first gently, soft and pure like driven snow. I can smell the roses on him a sweet scent that fills my lungs and takes me away. And we both forget about everything. The arena, the tributes, the fact I might be facing my death tomorrow. Because all I can feel is his lips upon mine. His lips are warm and soft, unlike the cold crisp air around us. We’re almost gasping for air. The kiss turns hot and heavy. More rough as it goes on. Like he was holding back before, now he had given up the fight with control. I gasp as I feel his hand snake around to the back off my head and pulling impossibly closer to him in the kiss. When I gasp he takes advantage of that and and deepens the kiss even further if possible. It was never a fight for dominance he took control. A small groan of pleasure escapes Coriolanus’s lips. I hum in response showing that I’m enjoying it as much as he is. Eventually we break and put our foreheads together.

And there stands Coriolanus snow one of the finest men in the capital, panting uniform messed up, and face as red as a beet. All because of the tribute y/n l/n from district 12. She had more than just affect on him. That was an understatement

not that she was any better…

Our foreheads touching both of us panting for our lives, tomato faced. I gaze once again into those beautiful blue irises that remind me of crystals

“Coryo…I won’t let you down in that arena I’ll survive for us…you’ve given me something to fight for” I breathe out

”and you’ve given me someone to root for. I’ll be waiting for you y/n” he almost whispers the last sentence

#coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #snow x reader #snow x you #coryo snow #coryolanus snow #thg x reader #thg fanfiction #thg #the hunger games #hunger games #tom blyth x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #Coriolanus fanfic #Snow x y/n #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x y/n #tom blyth

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 17 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Well we finally made it out alive, so far! Thank you to everyone who has been reading my story! I just want to say I love this community so much and that all of you are so kind and supportive. It's been amazing to meet all new people who share the same interests as me, and that I can just be authentically myself here without judgement. There is plenty more to come and I hope you all enjoy! So here is chapter 17!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike

Don was right, it was easier. The guilt I felt still haunted me like a thick fog, but I was able to see through it. I didn’t even have time to think about it, we were moving out. We had hoped that since we had taken Foy we would be pulled back for a break, but it wasn’t to be. We needed to keep moving forward as ordered. We moved to Rachamps, the attack was successful. Minor casualties from the assault. We spent the night in the convent, the sister’s brought in their choir to sing for us. It was one of the few moments I felt calm. I looked around the room at the men who filled it. A small group. We had started with at least 100 plus soldiers, but looking around the church at the men, the loss was noticeable. I sat next to Don as we listened to the women sing. It was heavenly, their voices so ethereal echoing around the room.      

“Emily, a word.” Speirs appeared in front of me. I nodded standing from my seat and following the Captain. He walks us into a side room shutting the door, he motions for me to sit on one of the seats in the room, he does so too, sitting across from me. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together.   

“I’m going to mention to Captain Winters what happened the other day during the assault.” He speaks first. I sigh with relief, I was worried about how my actions would affect my position in the company.

“But if I ever catch you using a weapon, not in self defence, I will have you back on a ship faster than you can blink you hear me.” He said sternly. I was being given a warning.  

“Yes, Sir.” I stated. He sighed, rubbing his face, his eyes softened.  

“Listen Emily I heard about what happened before Foy, I know you saw Muck and Penkala die.” He says in a more gentle tone. 

I stiffen. The flashes of their final moments play in my head.  

“I also understand that the men thought you were fine. But I have heard otherwise from some of the soldiers you are closer with, that you didn’t handle it very well. Is that correct?” He asked, I tried to hide the pain on my face. 

“I did the same thing I did when my mom died, I pushed everyone away.” I said quietly he nodded. 

“Does your family send you letters, Emily?” He queries.  

“No Sir, I don't have any family.” His brows furrow. 

“Friends.” He asks.  

I shake my head. A concerned look crosses his face. 

“You know you can go home if you want Emily.” He offers, I’m sure he thinks it’s what I want.  

“No, I would like to stay.” I blurt. He’s surprised by my answer, sitting up straighter in his chair. He regards me.  

“Emily, can I ask you what you were doing before you joined?” He implored.  

“Studying sir, to be a nurse. I hadn’t quite finished yet, I was in my last semester.” I tell him the truth.

“What are your plans for when the war is over?” He continues, watching me carefully.  

I’m stumped by the question. I have no clue. If the war finishes does another shimmer appear to take me home? Or do I stay here? If I stay here what the fuck am I going to do. I don’t exist. I have no house, no money. I’m technically not even an American citizen, I have no passport, no birth certificate, no identification. I didn’t think that far ahead, right now I am just trying to get through the days. The question throws me for a loop. Ron waits expecting an answer I can’t give him. 

“I’m-I’m not sure, sir.” He looks at me confused. 

“Will you not go and finish your degree?” Ron suggests.  

“I quit. I don’t have the money to go back and study.” I shift on my seat, I’m sure he doesn’t mean to but his questions are making me nervous. No one has asked this much about me, not about my future, or where I live or what I want to do. I don’t even know myself. If I was to stay here in this time, how would I even go about slotting back into reality, because it isn’t mine.    

“You have no savings?” He says shocked.  

“I spent everything to come here.” I lied.  

“Where are you living?” I freeze. I can’t answer him. I open and close my mouth. 

“I was living in the dorms when I was studying, but I guess now I’m homeless.” I say slowly.

“You have no one you can stay with?” I shake my head. 

“Emily, what about your possessions?” He seems frantic at this point, he sounds worried for me. 

“The only things I have sir is what I came here with and the clothes on my back, which technically aren't mine since I have to give the uniform back. I sold everything for a ticket to europe.” I wring my hands together, throughout the conversation growing more clammy.  

He looks shocked. “That’s why you don’t want to leave?” I nod, “I have nothing waiting for me back home, sir. I want to stay with the Easy men, I want to see it through till the end.” 

“Right, well, you’re staying, but I think we will discuss the other matter later.” He seems very concerned for me, he seems stressed. He rakes his fingers through his hair, taking a breath, he moves to stand.  

“Please don't tell the men. I don't want them to know about my situation.” I say quickly before he leaves. He turns to look at me. 

“Emily, I thought you would have more confidence in me. I would never.” He smiles gently. He stands and leaves the room, leaving the door open for me to follow after him. 

“Thank you, sir.” I mutter softly even though he has already left. 

I made my way back to my seat, “Em.” A voice called to me, my eyes searched the room wondering who had called me. Lieb raised his hand waving at me. I walked over standing in front of the pew he sat on.

“Hey Joe.” I smiled at the man, he sat next to Grant and Russo, Babe was perched behind them talking to the men he sat with. 

“You alright kid?” He leaned forward as he spoke, resting his arms on the front of the wall he sat behind. 

“I’m ok.” I smiled, he nodded looking up at me.

“Em, we don’t think of you any differently.” He starts, he reaches out his arm taking my hand from my side, holding it in his. “I should’ve noticed.” He shakes his head, his thumb tracing over the back of my hand. 

I shook my head. “Joe I made it so you didn’t. Even if you had, I wouldn't have accepted the help.” 

He sighed giving my hand another squeeze before letting it go. “Next time Emily you ask for help. Got it?” I chuckled, nodding. He gave me his signature grin. I said goodnight to the men. I sat down beside Don, who looked exhausted. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be inside but these goddamn seats are so uncomfortable.” He wriggled around on the seat trying to find a comfortable position. The pews were very uncomfortable, the seat part was so small you could barely lie down sideways without falling off and the back of the chair was so upright there was no way to slouch or lean. They were also wooden, hard and slippery. If you sat in one position for too long you could feel yourself slowly sliding down the seat. I laughed nodding. My butt hurt from sitting. 

“Well I think they’re made with the intention to keep you awake through mass.” We laughed together. 

“The old people find a way to do it though.” He said in a hushed voice as to not disturb the others. 

“Yeah but they’re old, they can fall asleep anywhere. Have you ever seen an old person sleeping in a comfortable position?” I asked, he looked baffled by my question. 

“I mean I don’t go sorting them out.” He chuckled. 

“Don think of your grandparents, where do they fall asleep?” I tried to get him to imagine it so I could get my point across.

“Sitting up in their arm chair.” I nodded, my point being proven. 

“One time when my Nana was getting older, she had taken out her hearing aids and fell asleep. I thought she was dead. I yelled at her for so long and she didn’t move. Then I went up to her and shook her, she almost booted me in the head.” I recounted the story to Don as we both laughed. 

“My Granddad fell asleep with his false teeth still in and they started whistling, so loudly in fact that the dog actually came.” Don and I covered our mouths trying to keep quiet while sharing our stories. 

“The dog jumped on his lap and then stole the teeth from his mouth cause they were hanging out.” I wiped the tears from my eyes as he continued. 

“What did the dog do with them?” I asked, trying to catch my breath. 

“He ate them.” I covered my open mouth, laughing at the thought. 

“You’re kidding?” He shook his head while he giggled.

“No, we had to wait till the dog shit them out again.” We were getting glances from the other men for being too loud, I pressed my face into his shoulder trying to muffle the noise.

“The best part is once the dog did shit them out he washed them and kept using them. He said he paid so much money for them he wasn’t going to throw them out.” I scrunched up my face in disgust as he laughed. 

“Oh ew!” I pretended to gag.

God I hadn’t laughed like this in a while. It was a normal occurrence with the four of us, but since Skip and Alex had passed I hadn’t laughed since. There wasn’t a time with them we weren’t laughing, they were so funny. Alex, Skip and Don together was pure entertainment. Then when I got closer to them it was absolute chaos. I always found myself in the foxhole with the three of them. We were either playing games, cards, making stupid bets, talking shit or telling the worst jokes. It was like we were in another world when we were all together, I could forget that I was having the worst day ever and was absolutely freezing. I missed them so much, but it felt so good to hear Don laugh again. I smiled at the man who had finally stopped laughing, he smiled back. 

My heart fluttered. I have never been in love, but I think this is what it feels like. His smile could pull me from the darkest depths. His touch soft and gentle made my whole body come alive. His laughter made me smile so hard my face felt like it could crack. He made me happy. I wanted to spend every day next to him, if I wasn’t with him his name would still be on my lips, his face would still linger in my mind. I couldn’t stop the pitter-patter of my heart everytime he said my name, smiled at me, laughed with me. Like I was floating, weightless. He lifted me up but somehow grounded me. He still made me nervous, my stomach flipped when he was near. The amount of times I had to hold back from just kissing him. I would forget that we weren’t a couple and have to stop myself from kissing him goodbye when I left, or saying I love you when he looked at me in a certain way.   

I was falling in love, or maybe I had already fallen. But one thing I was certain of, I was completely and utterly in love with Donald Malarkey.       

“Do you want to try and get some sleep?” I ask him, his eyes drooping. He nodded. 

“Here lie down, rest your head on my lap.” I didn’t need to convince him, he lay down immediately placing his head in my lap. He crossed his arms over his chest, whispering a goodnight. I ran my fingers through his hair in a soothing manner, his breaths quickly turning even.

I admired his sleeping face, lightly tracing my fingers over his features. I traced around his face, then his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his mouth and his chin. Painting a picture in my mind of the man I was in love with. I mulled over the thought of when to tell him. My brain quickly takes me to the worst case scenarios, what if he doesn’t love you back, only loves you platonically, what if he laughs in your face and tells everyone what you said.

I shook my head at the silly thoughts, Don would never. Even if he didn’t like me he would be gracious and kind in letting me down, it wasn’t in his nature to be cruel. If it turned out he only loved me platonically I could be happy, I just needed him in my life, and even though it would hurt to see him fall in love with someone else I would still be happy for him. His happiness is mine, and that’s all I wanted.

Then another nagging voice crept from the back of my mind, you’re an imposter, this isn’t your time, what happens when you need to leave? How would you explain this to him? He’s going to think you’re insane. You have nothing here, it won’t work. Those thoughts shook me to my core, am I going to have to leave this all behind, what would happen if I stay, would there be irrevocable damage done? Can I stay without everything falling apart? Then I will just have to make the most of the days I have left with him, and the rest of Easy company. I won’t take anything for granted. 

The thing that annoyed me the most is that I don’t have the answers to my questions. There are no books I can read, no one I can ask. It’s not as if someone asked me to come and then sent me through the shimmer. The shimmer just appeared there was no sign, no instructions. I didn’t even know if it was meant for me, was I the only one who could see it? If someone else had been there before I did would they be in this position I am in now, or would they go somewhere else.

I groaned internally, this was too much thinking, I could feel a headache starting. I pressed my fingers into my temple, rubbing small circles to relieve the pain. I could dwell on that another time. But for now I just needed to rest, we still weren’t out of the woods yet. The soft snores from Don lulled me to sleep.  

I sat next to Don in the back of the truck as we bounced along the road. We were enroute to Haguenau. We had all thought we were being pulled back but they needed us to hold the line, as per usual. Lip sat across from me looking pale, I had asked him earlier if he was ok and he told me he was fine, but I could see the exhaustion etched into his features. He looked ill. He tried to hide the wet cough from me but I heard him. Even when we were sleeping last night in the convent he coughed in his sleep. I needed to get him to rest but the man was so persistent it was hard to get him to stop. 

“Hey, look, it’s 1st battalion.” George said, pulling me from my thoughts about the sick Sergeant.

I looked to see the soldiers walking down the street. 

“Hey! Hey!” George turned around yelling at the men as they walked. I looked at him confused. 

“What do you want?” One called back. 

“Yeah, thanks for crapping in our foxholes, ya shitheads!” He shouted at them. I burst out laughing.  

“Hey, it’s our pleasure!” The man called back. 

“Enjoy the walk boys.” Bull called to them, popping his cigar back into his mouth. I shook my head as I chuckled. I leant into Don smiling at him. He gave me a smile, taking my hand in his. I scooted closer to share the warmth. Watching Lip and George smoke their cigarettes.

#MEDIC! #My oc #band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #hbo war #donald malarkey #fanfic #bill guarnere #dick winters #emily lane #emarkey

[hikennosabo]

trimax volume 6 random thoughts

chapter 1:

oh, hey, it's the guy from the 98 anime!..... or not?!

i'm not keeping track of this TOO closely, so there may be other instances of this that i missed, but the guy from 98 episode 1 also showed up in trimax chapter 7. it makes me wonder if nightow provided character designs/ideas to the 98 team, or if it's the other way around and he decided to incorporate anime-original characters into the manga. either way: neat!

HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE MERYL, BY THE WAY.

i love the bits of characterization we've been getting for her. she (and milly) are our tie to humanity, after all

i must say it is nice to have a goofy fight after... all that in volume 5. and before... the rest of volume 6.

chapter 2:

aaaand now we start the next chapter with wolfwood's nightmare/flashback! hurts just a little bit! (the trio IS kinda serving tho ngl... when you have a fashion show at 7 but need to terrorize the orphanage at 6)

^ completely and 100% unironically, they were in love here.

i just... ugh. this is such a vashwood chapter. the absolute trust and fighting together completely seamlessly, they are just. ugh. ughhhhh. this kind of trust just GETS to me.... sorry. i'm normal about them. i'm NORMALLLLLLaauughghghgh

ANYWAY. chekhov's table made me laugh

i am physically restraining myself from going crazy over vw again as i reread this chapter to write this post.

anyway anyway. ww calling himself "nicholas" is cute :)

just kidding one more vw comment as a treat

HE'S SO IN LOVE. FUUUUUCK.

chapter 3:

legato continues to be fascinating to me. i'm observing him like a bug in a jar. which is appropriate, considering...

WHEN I CALLED HIM A BAGWORM IN THAT ONE POST I WAS JOKINGGGGG I WAS JOKING!!! THIS MADE ME LAUGH FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT WHY DID SHE HANG HIM FROM THE CEILINGGGG IT'S SO FUNNY

this is actually making me fucking cry.

...i got so distracted laughing at bagworm legato that i almost forgot to say literally anything else about the chapter, but anything else i have to say mostly boils down to "wow, legato is such a freak (affectionate)"

also, whenever something that was in tristamp is brought up i feel like the leonardo dicaprio pointing meme. like "oh hey, i know this!" going into this manga with prior knowledge from stampede is... an interesting experience. all that being said, i can't WAIT to see more of the manga version of double fang. oh nightow we're really in it now

chapter 4:

oh, finally, FINALLY!!! last volume i asked where the knives nuance was and now we're FINALLY getting some knuance, thank god. seeing knives react to just how badly humans treat plants is SO effective. and we're not even up to the juicy part yet. it makes me want to eat glass.

speaking of eating glass.

i thought something like this might've been the case, but still... this hurts to read.

i want to eat glass!!!! fuck!!! this reveal is so insane, it's like monkey's paw of "this is a way knives can be defeated, but by the same method, vash is closer to death than knives is." WE don't want vash to die, and neither does knives, and this chapter is the first (and possibly the only, idk) time the reader's feelings and knives's feelings are... well, aligned. at least in a sense.

chapter 5:

this chapter is really something, because it starts off almost seeming like another lighthearted "we're in a random town fighting a goofy enemy of the month" romp much like the early chapters were, heck like chapter 1 of this very volume. but it's just wearing the skin of that. which is, y'know. the thesis of this entire chapter. smiling to hide the pain and all that.

i don't think i can really... articulate anything of substance. the chapter just kind of... speaks for itself, i think.

although i DID laugh at ww trying to enjoy his noodles and failing, and also the phrase "needle-noggin-isms." thanks for providing some levity, we actually really do need it.

chapter 6:

ohhh boy we are REALLY in it now!!

i enjoy seeing knives ponder like this. legs crossed, arm slung over his face... i don't know. maybe it's because i myself sometimes lounge in this pose.

what exactly is he thinking about, i wonder. that in awakening/forcing vash to use his powers, he unintentionally pushed him closer to death? maybe? i don't know. either way it's very on-the-nose for what their relationship has been like.

and then of course we cut to this shot of vash, looking in a mirror created by knives's slice

this shot is making me think a lot and i'm reading too much into it, but- obviously the reflection puts vash's beauty mark on the opposite side, so there's the knives resemblance, so also, i suppose vash must see knives every time he looks in the mirror, right? also vash looking at his reflection featuring his own black hair- which we're all still thinking about... i dont know. i dont even know if this is anything LOL. i feel like i have the dots but i'm failing to articulate the connection. anyway

this made me laugh. thanks for the levity again, wolfwood :)

BECAUSE WE'RE GONNA NEED ALL THE COMIC RELIEF WE CAN GET, BABY!!!

maybe i'm just insane for this because it's Generic Party Imagery but the specific combination of rem flashback + party popper + funny glasses makes me think of the similar scene in 98 when the seeds crew celebrates finding planet gunsmoke. like is this another instance of nightow nabbing stuff from 98 or am i just making things up.

the twins are so cute and baby knives smiles so much, i want to microwave myself.

knives wants to believe in humanity. man. MAN!!!!!

what comes next... i'm absolutely carrying my prior stampede knowledge into this, but fuck, man. fuck. even then, i know that stampede didn't show everything, so i don't even fully know what to expect. which is fun! but i can't believe the volume ends right in the middle of the flashback, MAN!!!

#Having A Normal One #trigunbookclub #trigun talk #june speaks

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hey Teach!

I'm new to your blog, but gotta say that I've loved everything I have read so far! Could I be so bold as to request head cannons or drabble where the idea of trying a poly relationship (M/M/F) is brought up? No preference for characters, simply whoever you feel most comfortable with ^^

Much love!

Sweetheart I'm so honored you liked reading my stuff!❤️ And I really enjoyed working on your request because the idea is so refreshing so I hope you have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.

Title : Another shape of love

Characters : Shouto/ Bakugo/ Fem reader

Genre : drabble/ fluff

Trigger warning (I guess) : Characters to be involved in a polyamorous relationship, so please keep that in mind in case this is not something you're comfortable with.

Masterlist

The three of you are inseparable, and your relationship is tighter than any typical friendship.

You are each other's pillars, strength and refuge. And you would gladly die for one another.

You can never put a label on it -neither do you feel the need to- all you are certain of, is that you would never.. none in a million years.. abandon one another. That's how powerful your bond is.

So it was only a matter of time before one of you asked the question..

_ "So? What do you guys think?" Shouto proposed crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side.

_ "What?! You must be crazy! Isn't this a little weird?" Katsuki was clearly unamused. As much as he adores the both of you, he's never been good at sharing, so the idea of the three of you being officially involved in a polyamorous relationship didn't sit well with him.

_ "Well, you love me right?" Shouto pushed further, "And you clearly love y/n as well so why not?"

_ "Wait a minute, just wait!" Katsuki took a step backwards and brought his hands up defensively "Let's hear what y/n has to say about this first." His eyes searched yours for an answer and you struggled to find the right words.

Honestly speaking, you've been in love with the both of them for a long time, but you were clearly unable to express your feelings. You've always been afraid of ruining what you have in case you confessed, because frankly, what guarantee do you have? So for the longest time, you stifled your emotions for everyone's sake, even if it meant suffering in silence.. It was fine, because they're worth it.

But the opportunity was finally presenting itself, you're not alone in this, you're all together.

_ "So.. what do you think?" It was Shouto's turn to urge you to speak.

_ "I.. yeah, if you're both okay with it then, yeah.." You practically mumbled your response and looked down as you did, too embarrassed to meet their eyes, but more than anything, too afraid to tear up. It was a surreal moment, one that you never thought would come to be.

_ "See?" Shouto smiled at how cute he thought you seemed, shifting his attention to Katsuki, who said nothing for a while, and instead kept his eyes on you.

_"Come on, let's at least try it before disregarding the idea entirely, and if things don't go well, then we'll call it off." Shouto moved closer to his friend and grabbed his arm, squeezing it lightly as he coaxed.

_ "Fine, I'm in.. To be honest I don't see myself doing something as crazy as this with any others."

Katsuki could finally let out a shy smile while looking at the both of you.

_ "It's not crazy at all, it makes perfect sense!" Shouto added with uncharacteristic enthusiasm.

_ "Damn you half and half bastard, how can I possibly say no to you.. to either of you." Katsuki sighed, gazing at the both of you lovingly.

It was the happiness you craved ever since you've met them.

It was something nearly impossible but you're finally there, right where you want to be the most.

_ "I love you, and I always will." You could finally say it out loud and clear, with no fear or hesitation, and the twinkle in their eyes was enough proof of their reciprocated feelings.

@delirious-donna

#bakugou x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #Bakugo x Shouto x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo x y/n #todoroki shouto x you #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki x y/n #todoroki shouto headcanons #todoroki shoto fluff #todoroki shoto x you #todoroki shoto headcanons #todobaku #bakutodo #my hero academia fluff #boku no hero imagines #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia headcanons #boku no hero headcanons

[suniix]

in the jaws of death | armin x reader

synopsis | in your final moments you recall a moment you’d come to regret

word count | 871

warning | blood, major character death (reader), angst

note | found this in my drafts, not really canon accurate (from what i remember) also this was inspired from the scene where armin is trying to protect jean from a titan in season 2!

It’s the end, you know it is.

Yet you can’t stop yourself from thinking, hoping, that you’d be able to make it out alive.

The mission was supposed to go smoothly, Armin's plan should have worked— you had gone over it together to weed out any flaws (not that there were many to begin with).

You remember the night clearly, the night Armin had asked for your help creating a plan to rescue Eren. There’s no possible way you’d be able to forget it, how could you possibly when that was the night you’d come to regret for the rest of your short life?

The way he came knocking on your door way past midnight with disheveled hair, the way he set down sheets of paper all over your desk, the way your hands would occasionally brush against one another, the way his eyes would stare into yours making you feel seen.

His eyes which reminded you of the ocean— at least from what you’ve heard.

Armin's eyes seemed as deep as a lake and as blue and the clearest skies, which are all things you’ve heard that describe the ocean according to Armin. Whenever you compared his eyes to the ocean his cheeks would flush a cute shade of red and he’d turn the other way.

“Unlike my eyes, the ocean actually contains valuable things that we can use.” He sighed.

You hated the fact you knew exactly what he was talking about. He was constantly compared to Commander Erwin, a well respected man amongst the scouts for his bravery and intelligence. Armin felt he’d never be able to hold a candle to him.

“Did you know eyes are considered the windows to the soul?”

Armin turned to look at you in confusion, not knowing how to respond to the random comment.

“I read it in a book you once lent me, and right now,” You turn and stand right in front of him, staring deeply into his eyes, “your eyes tell me everything. They tell me the color of the ocean and sky. They tell me you’re scared that this plan won’t work and once again you’ll be compared to Commander Erwin, but your intelligence shines through and a small part of you believes this plan could actually work. Believe in yourself, just like I believe in you.”

You don’t know when either of you got so close to each other, but you don’t pull away. It seems so natural, the way the two of you gravitate toward each other. You’re so close you could practically feel his breath, but you both quickly shy away before any contact could happen.

Part of you likes to believe Armin didn’t really need your help as he already had the entire plan finished, but he instead just wanted to see you. One final time, just in case anything were to happen during the mission (neither of you expected it to actually go wrong).

Yet here you were, staring death straight in the face as its giant mouth opened to swallow you whole.

Death smelled putrid.

You could only kick your legs in an attempt to break free from the titans grip, but it was useless. You felt its hand slowly squeezing the life out of you, surely a rib or two was broken. If the titan didn’t eat you alive then surely you’d die from a punctured lung.

As the titan brought you closer to its mouth you began to think about all of your regrets and missed opportunities and for a second you could’ve sworn you heard someone call your name.

A sweet voice, one you could never grow tired of.

“(Y/n)!”

And suddenly the world moves slowly.

The sun is shining through the clouds, painting the battlefield gold. It would have been a beautiful sight if not for the blood and mangled bodies littered everywhere.

Behind the titan about to end your life is the person you thought you’d get to live your whole life with. The two of you are staring at each other. All you can see is Armin’s fear stricken expression as he helplessly hits at his odm gear. It must be broken. What a shame, it seems like everything is going wrong today.

You want to scream, shout— say everything you’ve held back for years. You want to tell him how you feel, but it’s as though your voice is gone and the words refuse to spill from your lips. So, you do the only thing you can do.

Part of you likes to believe Armin understood what you mouthed to him that day, but you’ll never know for sure.

The way his eyes seemed to have widened more (if that were even possible) and his mouth turned downward in what seemed to be a heartbroken expression was a slight confirmation, but given the situation around you you really couldn’t tell. You’ll never know if his heart broken expression was because his best friend was about to die or because the person he loved most was about to.

Either way, there was nothing left to do, so you stopped fighting and closed your eyes, accepting what was to come.

And suddenly the world went dark.

thank you for reading till the end! :D

masterlist

#armin x reader #armin x you #armin x y/n #armin arlert #attack on titan #attack on titan armin #aot armin #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin armin #—🎐; bean writes

[shelbbswrites]

Robert said that scene was the final shot for 5x10 so it will definitely be the date at the very end. We also saw bts with Eric waiting for the sun to go down that same night. I’m thinking they will plan on a date and other stuff like Tim and Aaron about to die hanging off the parking deck and/or the bank robbery will hold up Lucy. Just other things getting in the way and then they are finally able to get it sorted and are able to actually go on the date at the end of the episode

Wow, apologies for only getting to this message now.

Work interruptions will keep Tim and Lucy from the date; it makes the most sense, considering what we know about the intensity of this crossover event with The Rookie: Feds.

But, with Robert Bella posted (I love how much he likes teasing the fans!), that set is undoubtedly the backdrop for Tim and Lucy's date, which makes me think it'll go the way I want it to, at least partly.

I've written about this before, but the classic dinner date doesn't need to be Chenford's first date. They know each other well enough that they don't need to sit down and talk in a way that it's as though they're just getting to know each other.

So, I like the idea of their date getting pushed back or changed, as work keeps popping up and interrupting their plan.

Because that leads us here.

This setup is so casual and intimate, like, literally, the set. The table is small, pulling the characters closer together. The lighting is ambient and romantic, and a bit whimsical.

This set is a lot less stuffy than a fancy restaurant where Tim would wear a suit and Lucy a dress -- or something like that. I'm confident that Tim and Lucy will go on many dates at fancy restaurants throughout their relationship.

This date -- their first date -- is something they put together on their own, and that feels perfect for Chenford.

Look at the food they're eating -- it's take-out! The beers aren't from a restaurant -- one of them brought them! Tim and Lucy put together this date because no matter the extremities of their work lives that day, they are NOT missing this date or pushing it back anymore.

Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen are ready for this next step, and the (presumed) details of their first date prove that.

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #shelbbsanswers

[danny-chase]

It’s always been weird to me that while the Fab Five (Dick Grayson, Donna Troy, Wally West, Roy Harper and Garth) are rightly too old for the Teen Titans and have all “graduated” so to speak, the same seemingly isn’t the case for the New Teen Titans generation as well? Like Cyborg, Starfire, Beast Boy and Raven should all be in their early twenties at least? Vic and Kory moved on in the New 52, but Gar and Raven seem perpetually stuck where they started, when frankly I’d rather see how they could work in other team dynamics - say, Raven in the Shadowpact/Justice League Dark and Beast Boy with Justice League International. What do you think?

Calling what happened to Kory in the New52 "moving on" is pretty generous. like she worked with a different team, but like. she was there to be eye candy to male readers (which has been a problem in titans comics too, but generally titans comics give her a bit more... purpose???) This is beside the point though.

The thing to me is - the titans aren't just a team, they started out as friends in the og series, they lived together (under Mr. Jupiter), and helped each other grow up, and eventually it seemed like they outgrew one another and went their separate ways - as you do when you grow up, you leave your family.

Then Raven brought together a new generation of the Titans, bringing along some of the old ones (Dick, Wally, Donna) and adding in some new ones (Gar, Kory, Vic) and i think in this iteration of the Titans, they grew closer than they had before, partly because out of this generation - a lot of them didn't have anywhere else to go. Like Raven - who brought them together - couldn't go home to Azarath, so Titans Tower, effectively became her home. Kory couldn't go home - she started living with Donna soon after. Dick was on the outs with Bruce (for different reasons pre and post crisis), Dayton sucks as a parent to Gar, Donna's got the Amazons but she's outgrown them (and at least in the first titans series, they left her behind at one point and she was living in the titans cave until Roy was like "guys you know she's living here right" and they found her an apartment), Vic's dad dies soon after the series starts, and Wally is mr. normal because marv didn't like him. The characters at this point were mostly adult, and found family in one another. And eventually everything blew up because *gestures vaguely at DC editorial making stupid decisions*

Now from here we have The Teen Titans (1996) as the next iteration of the Titans which is it's own unique team with all new characters. After that there's The Titans 1999 which has the fab five + Vic + Kory + Jesse + Toni + Grant. And they directly formed because the fab five missed each other, they missed being with their family. And of course this also ends in disaster - Donna and Lilith die and they split again, leading to Teen Titans (2003) and Outsiders (2003) and eventually this generation of the titans don't come back until The Titans (2008)

To me, though. The titans aren't something you outgrow. They're a family - they're messy as hell, yeah, but they all love each other and they need time away from one another, but they're family. One of the reasons I dislike Teen Titans (2003) so much is because the core four doesn't feel like family to me (they feel like a friend group in the middle of their break up era), they're there out of obligation of fucking things up with Donna (and they shit on the old version of the Titans more than I like). Kory, Vic, and Gar are there as mentors, they're there because it's the titans and they'll always be there for the titans. And the arcs it gives Raven and Joey i just... they literally understood the characters so poorly. This is also the comic that started de-aging Raven and Gar, and forced them together to match the shipping that went on because of the cartoon *blegh* I would also like to point out, that I feel like this comic does have Kory and Vic as older - so at this point they join the fab five in graduating age wise

Now in Titans (2008) which is a comic that is. such a mixed bag (flaming dumpster fire, with some occasional sweet issues). We have a lineup that has: Dick, Roy, Donna, Raven, Vic, Kory, and Gar. Raven and Gar are younger, due to de-aging, but again, it's a team brought together in crisis because their family is being attacked. And they fall apart again, Deathstroke makes his own version of the Titans *blegh* and the reboot happens erasing the Titans all together up till Titans Hunt. The rebirth line ups are pretty ehhh in my opinion

I think one of the issues with the Titans stems from the fact that they think Robin is replaceable, and they can just slot which ever one they want in, mostly match up with the lineup on the cartoon and boom success. Yeah no. The appeal of Titans to me is the found family dynamic, and having a Robin younger that's not Dick, erases all that messy family history, and while you can successfully start writing new dynamics, a lot of the writers do so... poorly. Like I only read the first 30 issues or so of Teen Titans (2003) before giving up, and Tim felt out of place on the Titans - they didn't really do much to build up Kory and Vic's relationship with him, and had him as the de-facto leader of the core four, despite them previously voting him out of the role (because he's Robin and Robins get to be the leaders or something). Then you have Damian kidnapping 4 characters that are stronger than him to start off his Teen Titans Rebirth run, which i thought was super dumb. They may have different Robins on the Titans at different points at time, but the Titans are Dick's family, they're part of his history, they're where he grew out of the Robin role (which frustratingly was erased by NW: Year One) and became his own man/hero. They're people he grew up with, they're people he helped grow up, and so on. Just swapping him out and expecting things to work is silly to me, there's a reason the other titans heroes listen to Dick and that respect was built up through decades of comics, you have a lot to build off of rather than starting from scratch

Now another issue as i've mentioned, is this idea that they have to match the cartoon to get people to read. And it's so frustrating!! The titans were popular as a comic first! The cartoon totally shaved down the characters to make them easily identifiable to the kids watching the TV shows and Kory and Raven's characters especially never recovered. Like all you need to do is read the first issue of the Starfire SOLO to see how badly her character was impacted - yeah she got to grow up, but at what cost 😭. i think you're equivalating growing up and moving on as a character to getting good content but you can't look me in the eyes and tell me Kory's been treated better outside of Titans comics (at best she's treated the same, at worst the comics make me so uncomfortable i have to put them down). The show also spawned the stupid as fuck ship between Raven and Gar, which would have never happened between their comic book counterparts, and requires constantly aging Raven down to messily slot them together. I think yeah, Gar was always going to be a bit younger than the Titans, because he started out roughly 3 years younger than most of them. At this point i feel like the comics have just shot themselves in the foot by insisting the two must be a pair at all times, and that Raven must follow her personality in the cartoon (single word: goth). I don't think just putting them on new teams is going to fix that. i think a writer is going to have to do actual research on their characters, stop just referencing the toon, and commit to writing them older and possibly broken up. putting them on different teams or giving them solos would be an opportunity to define them outside of one another and the titans, but as we saw with the Starfire solo, unless they actually commit to doing the "hard" work of doing research, you're just going to get the same old garbage as a result

TLDR: i don't think the Titans is something you graduate, i think it's a family, and i don't putting Gar and Raven with different teams would automatically "fix" their de-aging issue

#this is long and rambly so apologies if it's not coherent #asks #anon #teen titans

[hobbitinthetardis]

me having a full on conversation with chatgpt about the similarities between destiel and bumbleby

transcript:

me: i also think a significant comparison is the build from people who don't particularly like each other or merely tolerate each other to friends to the best friend the other has ever had to lovers

chatgpt: That is definitely a significant comparison between the two relationships. Both Bumbleby and Destiel went through a development process that started from a place of tension, uncertainty, and even hostility, before gradually evolving into something deeper and more meaningful. In both cases, this development was driven by a growing understanding and respect for each other's strengths and weaknesses, and a shared sense of duty and purpose that ultimately brought them closer together. The end result was a powerful connection that transcended mere friendship, and became something much more profound and life-changing.

me: profoundddd gotta love the profound bond

chatgpt: Yes, the concept of a profound bond is present in both Bumbleby and Destiel. In both cases, the characters develop a deep connection and trust in each other, leading to an emotional and intense relationship. The profound bond represents a level of understanding and intimacy that is beyond a typical friendship, and it is a core aspect of both these relationships.

me: i think another major similarity is the individual characters in the ships. like look at yang and dean. both of them are older siblings who seem - or at least try to seam - lighthearted for the benefit of the group, even when they're dying inside. they both practically raised their little sibling because their father was grieving their mother and would do anything to protect them. they try to act tough and confident all the time when really they're just as insecure as anyone else and just want to be loved. 

and then there's blake and cas. more quiet than their other half, more reserved. ashamed of their past in an organisation that causes so much and harm and desperate to prove to themselves and others that they've changed. they never expected to be anything other than alone but were shown especially by yang and dean that they didn't have to be. that they could love and be loved. both are booksmart but maybe not as good with people, seem quiet but underneath all that can be sassy as hell. 

and then there's the parallel with their relationships - how they interact with each other. yang constantly likes to pretend that everything is fine, the only time she doesn't is after she loses her arm and blake leaves. she becomes sullen and bitter. sound familiar? when cas dies dean is always despondent. we see this especially after cas dies in season 13, the way he takes it out on sam and jack is very similar to how yang takes it out on ruby at the end of volume 3.

then when cas comes back, it's not suddenly easy, but dean's mood does a complete 180. he almost kills himself and then an episode later he's smiling and laughing about cowboys. it's a bit different for yang since blake didn't die but after she comes back, especially after they make up, you can see the way she changes, the way she's happier; happier than she was in volume 4 and 5. when cas and dean fight, it's miserable for everyone else - same with blake and yang. 

they're always there for each other. yang and dean - though charismatic and charming - never made lasting connections aside from those with family, they may have had friends but... cas and blake showed them what it was like to have a best friend. to have someone you love and trust implicitly. blake and cas saw them through different eyes, made them feel better and have more love for themselves. this was a two way street.

chatgpt: That's a great observation! Indeed, there are many similarities between Yang and Dean, as well as between Blake and Cas. Both pairs have characters who are older siblings, have a protective nature towards their loved ones, and struggle with their own insecurities and emotional pain. They have a complex relationship that involves pretending everything is fine when it's not, as well as fighting and making up. In the end, they find solace in each other's company, and they become each other's closest and most trusted friends. Both relationships show how having someone who truly understands and supports you can make all the difference in the world.

me: the one thing that does differ, now after the latest episode is... *dramatic pause just wait i'm gonna tell you what it is*

chatgpt: I'm all ears, please tell me what the one thing that differs after the latest episode is!

me: in the latest chapter of rwby we got blake and yang in an almost impossible situation where they are forced to admit their feelings. like when cas and dean are being chased by billie and cas has to confess his feelings to summon the empty. what blake says in this scene:

"i...think...you're an extraordinary person. you're always the first to lighten a situation. you act bravely when you're afraid. you do what you say."

to which yang replies:

"i like that you've never been intimidated by me... even when you didn't like me that much [...] but you never gave up on [people] even when they hurt you. you never give up. you know what matters to you."

when i was watching this scene i was just transported back to november 5.

"everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. you raised your little brother for love. you fought for this whole world for love. that is who you are. you're the most caring man on earth. you are the most selfless, loving human being i will ever know."

what is the difference?

the difference is dean never got to respond. 

blake and yang got their:

"i think i love you-"

"i love you too."

dean and castiel...

dean was frozen in shock and in grief. he couldn't say anything as cas bared his heart. they weren't trapped in the same way bumbleby were. it was cas who had to confess his feelings, dean couldn't even though through years and years of their relationship it was obvious how he felt.but he was frozen.

cas never got his "i love you too."

chatgpt: That's a really interesting point. In a way, it feels like Blake and Yang were able to have a more complete closure to their confession of feelings, whereas with Dean and Cas, there was always this unresolved tension and unspoken love between them. And the fact that Dean never got to respond to Cas's confession makes it even more bittersweet. It's like there was always this barrier between them that they could never quite overcome, while with Blake and Yang, they were able to finally break down that barrier and openly acknowledge their love for each other.

me: chat gpt i'm gonna cry over bumbleby and destiel again

chatgpt: It's understandable to feel emotional about these ships. They have touched the hearts of many fans and have become an important part of their lives. It's a testament to the power of storytelling and the impact that well-developed characters and relationships can have on us. Just remember to take care of yourself and your emotions. It's okay to feel sad or overwhelmed sometimes, but also remember to find joy and happiness in other things in your life as well.

#chatgpt #the man the myth the legend #clown tag #destiel #bumbleby #dean winchester #castiel #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #i have THOUGHTS and FEELINGS #rwby #rwby9 #rwby spoilers #spn #supernatural #kats.txt

[ariainstars]

The Mandalorian Season 3 Isn’t That Bad

Yes, sigh, I know, this Season was not what we Mando fans were expecting. The pacing is slow for an action show and there are too many fillers; also, most of us were expecting Din (or Djarin, now we have learned it’s actually his first name) to become the new Mand’alor and we were let down. But thinking back about it, the Season is actually quite acceptable considering the direction the characters take.

Let me elaborate.

From the very first, Mando is always shown as someone fiercely loyal, both to his covert and to Grogu but mostly to his fellow Mandalorians. He would do anything for them, including killing on his bounty hunting to earn money for their survival: the first words we hear him say literally are “I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold.”

Mando has adhered to the code „This is the Way“ his entire teenage and adult life. Everything he does is by order of the Armorer, whose judgement and decisions are never remotely questioned neither by him nor by the other Mandalorians. At the end of Season 1 he accepts the role of the adopted father for Grogu and the search for “one of his kind” (a Jedi) because she tells him to do so. The first thing he does in Season 3 is to seek for atonement for his „sin“ of removing the helmet. He hardly shows a personal agenda, it is all for “the Way”; and he is not the one who decides what the Way is.

After his redemption he steps back, gets sidelined, gives Bo-Katan the Darksaber and swears loyalty to her. Why? Because he already was an apostate once. Until then he never would have dared to do anything that opposes the Armorer, even less so now that he is redeemed and after he almost drowned while seeking redemption.

The Armorer is not the most dependable narrator or leader. She does not question why Mando he removed his helmet (which was fully justified since he did it to save his foundling), but later on she says that „Bo-Katan walks both Ways“ after having known her for two weeks. Bo-Katan has blackmailed Mando twice since he met her, and knowing her past, she already proved that she is not a good leader. Mando would have every right to shout “This is not fair”, and many fans are doing it for him. But he doesn’t: he accepts everything the Armorer tells him in good faith, never questioning it. He would never do anything to challenge her and risk becoming an apostate again. (At least, not yet.)

As viewers, we immediately saw that the father-son dynamic between Mando and Grogu is heart and soul of the story and that they are meant to be together. It is different for Djarin: this fact is only slowly sinking in. In Season 1 he bonded with Grogu after their adventure with the mudhorn, which is why he rescued him instead of leaving him with the Client; and all the adventures they lived through during the first two seasons only brought them closer together. It is only at the penultimate episode of Season 2 that he removes his helmet in front of others to save the child and this is the first time ever that we see how Grogu matters more to him than the Way.

Season 3 culminates with Mando finally making a choice of his own, by adopting Grogu and living with him on his own. This time, it was his own and not the Armorer’s decision, although she did give them her blessing.

The destruction of the Darksaber, also much criticized, fits to this development. Mandalorians were until now ready to follow blindly the person who owned it: that it no longer exists could mean that the time of conflict for the planet Mandalore is over, since the object they were arguing about does no longer exist. In future, hopefully the ruler of Mandalore will be who is most worthy, not who happens to possess a particular weapon, whether it was given to them or they won it in combat.

As viewers, this development may be difficult to stomach; but we are not in Djarin’s shoes. We were not raised from childhood in an absolutist cult that would leave us to die on our own for an understandable transgression. Let’s face it: “This is the Way” is brainwashing. Rules are good and well but when you realize that you can never question or break them, even if by all logic you have good reason to do so, something is wrong. But if your very survival depends on your belonging to the sect that raised you and taught you everything you know, you will not dare to think outside of the box.

I am not happy with Bo-Katan governing Mandalore instead of Djarin: the way we got to know him I daresay he would be an excellent leader. He puts foundlings first, he is fiercely loyal, he is selfless, he is protective, he is a good negotiator. Bo-Katan is way less mature and strong than he is. On the other hand, she already did wrong to her people, which we also learn in this Season: she dealt with Gideon believing he would spare her people, which was naïve at best. I don’t dislike the idea that she gets a chance to amend for what she did and maybe to grow and mature into a better ruler.

I agree that much about this season was disappointing and that the plot could probably have been told in half the time, but I disagree that it makes no sense. Not only Grogu is growing and maturing, so is his father. I don’t know where they mean to lead this to, but I think it’s interesting to watch.

Besides, I was very happy to see Ahmed Best again and to see him play the Jedi who had rescued Grogu from the Jedi temple, all of those years earlier.

#the mandalorian #star wars #sw #mando #bo katan kryze #grogu #mandalore #darksaber #this is the way #ahmed best

[praetoravila]

and the violence, caused such silence

i had feelings about clarisse and ellie. this is me attempting to write about them. title is from zombie by the cranberries. tw for mentions of canonical character death, as well as the words bitch, fuck and cunt - as in an insult being used. grief is also explored - particularly in the last scene which explicitly happens during/after a funeral. if this in any way may make you uncomfortable, please don’t read and do not feel obligated to reblog! tagging people i believe may be interested: @nolanhollogay @witchofinterest @thenoteonthepolaroidpicture @richitozier

the first time ellie noticed clarisse, it was when her older sister silena had mentioned something about the daughter of ares.

clarisse was scary to say the least. in all truthfulness, she wasn’t all that intimidating, not once you saw her every day. but she had this drive to her, this passion that could make you wonder how far she would go.

ellie wondered if maybe she would ever be that passionate. if maybe that’s what she needed for people to take her seriously. silena would have shaken her head and told her heart was perfect the way it was, and so was the rest of her. ellie resented her sister for that.

&

the next time she noticed clarisse was after the labyrinth. everyone knew what had happened. clarisse had gone into it and essentially come out a different person. someone more paranoid, more worried and more importantly, more quiet. usually she never gave up the chance to tease annabeth or fight with the stoll brothers, but the labyrinth - and saving chris had changed her.

sometimes it scared ellie. the way clarisse herself used to scare her. the quiet was unusual. it was uncomfortable and everyone knew it. even percy. she had seen them talking once. just clarisse and percy on the front steps of the big house, sitting across from each other, the toes of their sneakers touching.

annabeth had been jealous until silena had given her a harsh look. ellie wasn’t sure if she liked annabeth or not, but she knew one thing. whatever had happened in the labyrinth, it had brought percy and clarisse closer together, and percy and annabeth further apart.

&

the next time she noticed something about clarisse was right before the battle of manhattan. the girl was stubborn - piggishly so, but ellie had never thought the girl was stupid.

clarisse was smart. anyone who knew her, knew that. she wasn’t an athena kid obviously, but she was notorious for knowing everything about war - the major battles, the plans, the vocabulary. all of it.

why she would defer out of the war over something as stupid as a chariot was beyond ellie but she knew something else about clarisse. the daughter of ares would never admit it, but she cared about people and most importantly, she cared about percy.

so with the little strength she could muster, ellie found herself standing outside the ares cabin. she knocked on the door and waited three seconds.

“clarisse?” she called. no answer. “i know you’re in there.”

again, nothing. if ellie was smarter, she would have given up. but just as clarisse was stubborn, so was ellie.

“fine.” she grumbled, crossing her arms over chest plate. “we need you. there i said it. we need our fiercest warriors, and you know damn well you are one. i don’t care if you are mad at the apollo cabin, i don’t care if you hate me. but we need you, percy needs you. he might die today clarisse. do you want his blood on your hands?”

the door swung open. clarisse poked her head out. “eat shit twerp.” ellie rolled her eyes. “guees the big bad war god’s daughter isn’t worth shit.” she responded.

clarisse’s dark brown eyes met ellie’s hazel ones. ellie raised an eyebrow. before she could say anything else, chris rodriguez came bounding up the steps of the ares cabin. he looked sheepish as he smiled at ellie. clarisse opened the door further. ellie could see several of her brothers either rolling their eyes or smirking.

“hi.” chris said. “you gonna let me in?” ellie huffed, her ponytail swinging. “yeah clarisse? you gonna let him in?”

the unsaid question of, are you going to back out rang through the air. clarisse glared at both of them. she turned on her shoulder and spoke to one fo her brothers. “get my spear alex. i’ve gotta kick some titans ass.”

chris raised an eyebrow and clarisse rolled her eyes before grabbing his face and kissing him, long and hard. her chapstick left a slight pink tint to his lips - chapstick ellie knew she had stolen from silena during one of their many sleepovers.

“we gotta go rodriguez.” she said and chris nodded, kissing her again before placing a hand on her shoulder. “i’m on your side.” he said and clarisse nodded. “i’m on yours.”

ellie sucked in a breath. clarisse looked at her. “let’s go haynes.”

ellie nodded numbly. this was it. she was actually entering war now.

&

silena’s funeral had been a somber affair. there had been no eulogy, no fanfare. just a burial shroud burned, and the aphrodite cabin - what was left of it mourning together as drew lead the prayer. clarisse and percy were there as well, and everyone was wearing black. ellie had worn silena’s favourite yellow sundress over a black turtleneck. she did her hair in two pigtails, just the way silena did.

drew had helped her, but drew wasn’t silena. drew hadn’t been the one to hug her when she cried, or been the only one other than the athena kids to willingly listen to ellie explain whatever new physics fact she learned.

drew was cold. drew was a bitch. drew had thrown away silena’s sundress and told ellie she looked stupid wearing it to “a fucking goddamn funeral.” drew was mourning just like ellie.

it made ellie wonder if this is how it would be forever. drew and the rest of their siblings resenting her for being the sister to survive, resenting each other.

when the prayer ended, ellie choked back tears. clarisse made her way through the crowd. “hey twerp.” she said, her voice gravelly, like she was also holding back tears.

ellie looked at her. clarisse’s eyeshadow and eyeliner were smudged. she still had several cuts on her face from the battle, as well as a black eye that she had attempted to cover up - shittily.

silena had been the one to teach clarisse about makeup ellie thought numbly. “your mascara is running.” she said out loud. clarisse looked at her for a second before chuckling. the chuckle became a giggle and the giggle became a laugh. a full blown belly laugh like someone had said something funny.

it was insane. they were at her older sister’s funeral and clarisse was laughing. but there was something so absurd about it all, about clarisse wearing makeup, about ellie wearing her dead older sister’s dress and drew being such a cunt that ellie couldn’t help but laugh as well.

and once she began she couldn’t stop. and once she finished laughing, she was sobbing, openly and harshly.

because what the fuck. her older sister was dead. silena was dead and she wasn’t coming back and maybe ellie was a certified genius but she was also a little girl. she was 14 years old and all she wanted was her big sister.

she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face, and before she knew it, clarisse had her arms around her. “it’ll be okay ells.” she said. “you’ll be okay. we’ll be okay.”

she said it repeatedly, like she was trying to believe it as well. and for the first time in nearly three years, ellie thought of the first time clarisse had intrigued her.

how the older girl had seemed so scary at the time. she wondered what previous ellie would think of all this. it hurt to think about.

but the hurt was also something else she realized as she buried her face in clarisse’s shoulder. it was passion, passion for her sister, for healing and love. love for her family, for her camp.

love and grief. the weirdest fucking combination. but hey, maybe there was something to it.

#oc; ellie haynes #percy jackson oc #heroes of olympus oc #*mine #brotp; clarellie (sisters by choice) #clarisse la rue #clarisse x silena #clarisse x chris #clarisse & percy #demigod ocs #demigodsocs

[patrocles]

hey!!! first of all i wanted to say that your alysmond fics are superb, your writing is great nd i’ll definitely stay tuned if you write anything else <3 secondly i know hotd discourse is dying (thankfully) but i wanted to hear how you think the show will handle aemond and alicent’s relationship, with the way they built up aemond’s character and the fact that he sort of “leaves her” in kl (at least that’s how many ppl interpret it, i’ve read f&b a while ago). would love to hear your insight on this

omg thank you so so much!!! i really love writing for them. the fic i'm currently working on is giving me such a headache in trying to pull together, so i may just scrap it and write this quick AU i've had rocking around for a while (if lyonel brought alys to KL with larys and harwin, but with alys and aemond closer in age) SO STAY TUNED

thank you for the question!

this is going to be very interesting to see on screen. i don't necessarily see it as him Leaving alicent, but trying to accomplish something to 'fix' things. if in s2, he sort of has these issues of internalizing guilt for "starting the war", that could definitely cause a bit of tension between the two of them.

like it's difficult, right, because alicent really wanted to fix things with rhaenyra and this was the last ditch effort. after luke's death, that's definitely not going to happen. and i can't see her directly blaming aemond, but there's definitely that undercurrent of resentment i can definitely see coming between them. aemond won't have the FULL context of everything between his mother and rhaenyra, and i could see that adding to his internalization of full responsibility-- especially since we've already established his strong sense of duty to his family.

i think in pure ASOIAF tradition, things being left Unsaid, the "we'll talk, when i return", the unfulfilled promise of things being better later, will definitely happen between aemond and alicent and it will be SO TRAGIC. i know we joke about aemond being terrified of his mommy being mad at him, but i do think that's something that will really affect him! and like sure people can be quippy in their oedipal jokes, but i do think it's a really underscoring just how devastating it could be for aemond SPECIFICALLY to lose his mother's emotional support, or feel like a failure in her eyes. she's been his only parent, his primary support system. and he's prided himself on being The Reliable One for her as well.

so i think he's going to leave KL around the end of s2. and when he does, i can see their relationship being back kinda on the mend with him promising to win the war and return everything to how it was and fix things. and thing is, alicent love her kids so much, she was never really mad at HIM, so much as she was mad at the situation. but its the tragic lack of these people being able to really talk to each other that makes it hard for them to have that conversation, or for her to truly be able to convey that he never lost her love (even if that's how it felt for him).

and i think what will be really interesting, and telling of alicent's dedication to aemond, and her belief in him if they keep the scene where she tells rhaenyra that aemond will come back and save her. it's choosing her faith in aemond and her love for her son outweighing any possibility of reconciliation with rhaenyra because of course that's what matters most. but of course aemond could never really know any of that, and fact is he very well may die still believing that he was a disappointment to her. he wasn't able to keep the promise he made her.

when you think about The Dance and think about the saddest possible outcomes, its not just about gruesome deaths, its really about things like this right. relationships that are never able to be fixed, things that are forever left unsaid. families torn apart because a pointless war and realizing that pointlessness too late.

AND NOW I AM SAD

the best part is that olivia and ewan are going to devour every scene they share together and i cannot wait

#alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #asoiaf #anon #asoiaf ask

[agilneanrose]

A OOC moment..

I just need to write a bit. I met Alanden’s player back in 2010.  OOC we became instant friends and I mean instant. It was so quick that people around us thought it was more - nope! IC our characters were the same, instant friends. We had long nights of writing together to create the friendship we had IRL and boy could he write!  IRL we would drift apart when life took us, him with the military and me with children. But we would come back together as if no time had passed - share updates about our IRL antics, do some gaming and so on. This is the mark of a good, strong friendship. Time doesn’t change things.  I am going to disclaimer that friends fight. Fighting does not mean being cruel, it means fighting. That is it. And we fought! Whew did we fight. Mostly because I am passive and he is not. While he was a social butterfly and knew everyone's name, he also called people out and could flip a switch to become savage which in turn would flip my protective switch. And then we clashed.  And made up. Clash and make up.  Ethan made sure to at least always send me updates via facebook when he was deployed, ask me about my family, and then go dark again. Even when we were fighting! Even. When. We. Were. Fighting. Last year he came back to RP and Raid/PVP and brought with him his typical energy. He started raiding with the group, dabbed in PVPing again. Icly, our characters actually tried to bridge the friendship to couple gap after 11 years of being best friends and were going to get married. This was the weirdest and funniest thing we’ve ever done with him - I think. It was so awkward and ...weird.  We couldn’t do it, we would just laugh ooc at their one chaste kiss and then Alandan IMMEDIATELY going to Araian to ask for Rosemarri’s hand. While he was back his thoughtfulness always surprised me. “I am going to stream because I know Rose likes to watch.” Or random game mails with silly things in it. Weeds. Flowers. He even made a Tumblr to write for his character because I worked when he was free and he wanted to post things that I could read. Even though his dog passed, he was going through a toxic break up - he still did that stuff. He encouraged me to think of my body as a temple, he would always say it.  “Shu Ray - your body is a temple, one of the pillars of happiness. You need to take care of yourself, work out in a way that feels good to you.”  And then he would send me pictures from the gym each morning. Sing me songs. He wrote a song and played it for me.  His pressure is what really got me into yoga (also drinking BANGS. -sighs-) And then we drifted apart again. It was fine. It was normal. He was in a new IRL relationship and she was amazing! He was giving her his all and still in the military with plans to move to live closer to his son.  We got into a fight over WoW things, not even between us but regarding that same savagery about other people. Again.  There was a silly expectation in the back of my mind that things would be as they were for the past 12 years. It wasn’t. Dec 6th 2021 he committed suicide. I don’t have details and I don’t want them.  I went to message him today, just like we always do when too much time has passed and got blasted with all the heartache from the people who adored him.  E-Tan, I will miss you. I will miss you forever. I missed you when I messaged you and it was too late and I didn’t know it.  Mend your fences, folks. Talk to people that fade way and check on them if you will care at all if they die. Mend your fucking fences. 

#heart is broken

[cerealmonster15]

If ur letting that marinate may I add more to the.. marination. Consider. Second years polycule. It's making me insane/pos

hell yeah I love second year soup the anthology cover and anniversary groovy make me go bonkers I’m mixing them in a bowl and putting them in the microwave vrrrrrrrrrrrr. god.

this isn’t poly relevant exactly but I am (attempting) (it was part of my nanowrimo attempt lol) writing a maybe multi chapter Kalim/silver and azul/Jamil story that’s second year centric bc I just love the second years in general and I want as many interactions between them all as I can fit in there….. but also writing big projects hard idk how much will see the light of day LOL but. It’s the thought that counts.

I love looking at each year as a big Something Is Happening situationship like

First year polycule (excluding ortho for he is the communal Baby Brother of nrc 🧡): absolutely wild high energy pile of BABIES oscillating between trying to kill each other but also being ride or die. Constantly hanging out but complaining the entire time and pretending they don’t wanna be there. Except Epel and juice I guess. They are least openly admit they get along together LOL

Second year polycule (but like. not the tweels together either dhhfjgg ☠️): good god. some weird hybrid of Actually Getting Along Sometimes and also just. The Most Intense Psychological Warfare They’ve Ever Experienced I Think. Ruggie has that one line in one of the vignettes about how Kalim and silver are like the aggravatingly friendly two of their grade (I think in engtwst it translated to “face palm brigade”?? BDJFJFNGG there’s some cute fanart of that comment on pixiv I’ve seen of just the rest of the second years So Pissed Off by thier sunshine powers. I love it). Riddle and Jamil go sour the SECOND octavinelle is even MENTIONED. but also riddle and azul are academic rivals. They were both trying to tutor Kalim at the start of ghost bride event. Kalim has said to riddle (and maybe azul idr?) that he wants them to be friends bc they’re both second year housewardens. Ruggie and Kalim bond bc ruggies a hungry boy and Kalim loves sharing food and making people happy. Kalim wanted to throw a party bc he wanted Jamil to get closer to the other second years. Jamil and ruggie are scheme buddies in masquerade. Ruggie and azul kind of can’t stand each other but out their differences aside for the sake of Making Money Together (BDCJVJEHHFH). Don’t get me started on the classmate pairs I’ll be here forever!!! pulling myself away I have to go back to work but I COULD SAY MORE-

And third years to me are like. Divorced polycule LOL (minus lilia bc to me he is like the opposite of ortho- communal Big Brother Dad™️ to the students): I mean there are solid bonds but I swear to god Leona hits everyone with the Divorce Beam when he talks to them and it’s so so funny. They’re the tired babysitter posse that like to pretend they’re more mature than the BABIES but they’re not immune to silly goofy time. The trey/cater/rook/vil polycule takes up a lot of my brain space listen to me LISTEN- hhffhbgbgg. Vil leona invented divorce but so did Leona and malleus. Idia and caycay are two sides of the same terminally online coin. Cater malleus and trey had so many cute moments during the scalding sands event!!! Trey brought an outfit back for vil…. Also rook hunt. Beloved weirdo. Love putting characters in situations with that beast.

#asks #sorry you said second years and I rambled about everyone #I’m not. I’m not done I’m never done #this is me trying to be brief and still going way past my lunch break OOPS OOPS OOPS #not a lot is happening at work it’s fine lol #but. blease I have SO MUCH TO SAY [pulling myself offstage kicking and screaming] #sorry if this or last post had weird autocorrect typos I maybe didn’t catch btw #my phone screws me over IFTEN #often*. whatever.

[ambriel-angstwitch]

From Eden through the Lens of Merthur

Babe There's something tragic about you

Merlin is ultimately a tragic character, he constantly tries to stop things and in all his efforts he just makes it worse.

Something so magic about you Don't you agree?

But there’s also magic to Merlin. And not just in the clear obvious way but he naturally draws people in. He gains adoration and interest so easily. (Also these two first parts juxtapose something typically bad with something good)

Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me

Once again there’s that juxtaposition. Now this line comes off as more about Arthur but it can be either way.

Arthur was a very lonesome character before Merlin. He never had deep connections with anyone because people were always to scared and respectful towards him since he was the Prince. But then also Arthur is so loyal, kind and honorable, he wants to help people and would die for those he loves

Then there’s Merlin who told Arthur “I just didn’t fit in anymore. I wanted to find somewhere that I did.”. Merlin who’s the last of his kind (dragon lord). Merlin who’s magical but not part of the community. Merlin who’s immortal. But Merlin also came to Camelot with bright eyes and quick wit. Merlin also didn’t like the idea of killing animals. (So this line also can apply to Merlin)

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

This line is the realization in the last season that they’re missing the key prices of their relationship the witty banter, the feigned annoyance. Instead it is replaced by the feeling that they both seem to be putting other things first (though Merlin is actually just trying to save Arthur’s life)

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

There’s something familiar about eachother after all they’re eachothers’ other half. They just fit so well together and mirror eachother (born magically but powerless vs born naturally but full of magic I could go on). But there’s also a sense of nostalgia to their relationship especially later on as they are the only constants in eachothers lives.

Idealism sits in prison

Not really Merthur related but Lance is who picture as idealism (in this song at least). He believed in Merlin, he believed in Arthur, he believed in the ideals of the knights and what they were supposed to be. That landed him in prison for impersonating a noble, that killed him, and he was brought back only to land in prison again (then he died again).

chivalry fell on its sword

Chivalry is Arthur and well I think you guys know what this means. Arthur was always ready to die for Camelot and in the end he did by a sword fashioned in the same way as his own,

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

This is the Merlin line. He was innocent when he came to Camelot, he had yet to witness an execution, he didn’t know what destiny had in store for him, and he had yet to kill anyone and maybe not even anything since he seems to dislike hunting. But that all ended he was forced to take up a mantle, he had to kill, he was tortured, he could have been killed and in the end it all came to naught.

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

What is really interesting is the wording of slithered because that is the snake the inciter of evil. Merlin is something seen as inherently evil by the kingdom he came to. He risked his safety (Eden) to stay in a kingdom which would have him killed just to be a foot note in Arthur’s story. We know Merlin’s importance but Merlin didn’t expect recognition he stayed in the shadow saving Arthur’s life and dealing with his clothes.

Babe There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Where to begin?

They’re relationship would have been seen as wrong for many reasons, but they held it preciously, it was the best things in their lives. They are eachothers’ everything so they wouldn’t even begin to be able to express what they feel and would do for eachother.

Babe There's something broken about this but I might be hoping about this Oh, what a sin

Once again touching on how their relationship would have been interpreted as wrong. In the later seasons their relationship is falling apart they’ll argue and not in the joking way they would before but they wanted things to get better. They were doomed but Merlin was always trying to change that.

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

So picnics were a romantic date the Arthur and Gwen had on multiple occasions. So I imagine while Merlin is happy for them he also is sitting on the sidelines wishing it was him. But Merlin also knows that he’s the other man destiny says Arthur and Gwen are meant to be married. He knows that should Arthur find his magic he might just end up hanging.

#Spotify #merthur #hozier analysis #hozier #merthur analysis #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #king arthur #bbc merthur #song analysis #song interpretation

[subtletruamadumping]

Random Bits; A Game of Snakes (4)

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Before I knew Game of Thrones was a thing, I had an epic trilogy of warfare based on board games planned out in my head. This is from the 2nd installment: "A Game of Snake" based on Snakes and Ladders (I think). The characters in this story are getting set for the big "brother against brother" war in the final book after spending the first book getting closer together through adversity.

This is actually how the book was supposed to end. Each book would pull back into the "real world" and the whole story would have been played out in the mind of two brothers, the real-world counterparts of Cian and Kean.

TW: Fantasy Violence

Written at some point in middle/high school.

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It hadn’t been a hard ride. There hadn’t been any rain, they had packed enough food and water, and Nollaig had given them good horses as Runi had predicted. They were drawing very, very close to the border. Cain soon brought Noir to a stop and the others around him soon caught up to him. Kry swooped down from the sky and landed in the group when she noticed that they had stopped moving.

“This is the last chance you have.” Cian called out to the group “After we cross, I can’t promise that you’ll ever return.” Horse tails swished and there were snorts. Otherwise, it was quiet.

“Your support and belief means the world to me.” Cian continued “However, it would pain me terribly to see anyone of you die. Each of you hold a special place in my heart. I will, in turn, fully support anyone who wishes to return to Lithendom.” He looked over the people and waited for a few more moments in silence. Then, Dwyn drew his sword and raised it in a salute. 

“We’re with you to the end.” He said loudly. Following in suit, everyone drew their sword and raised it.

“To the end!” They all cheered. Cian nodded gratefully to them and drew his own sword.

“To the end, then.” He said.

~*~

“This is the last game I’m ever playing with you.”

“Oh, please.” Michael said “Come on, help me put it away.”

“I mean it.” Ben said, putting the miniature figures back in the box “I’m never playing anything with you again.”

“I think you’re just upset because you keep losing.” Michael taunted “If you hadn’t make all those bad choices--”

“I didn’t make any choices.” Ben said in exasperation “I just rolled the dice.”

“No, every time you made  a bad decision, you had to go down the snake. Either you really like snakes, or you make really bad choices.”

“I just rolled the dice. It’s not my fault I have bad luck.”

“Wait, weren’t you the one that told me bad luck wasn’t an excuse?” The both jumped a little as the phone rang loudly. 

“Bet that’s your girlfriend.” Ben teased. Michael rolled his eyes and put the lid on the box.

“You know what? I think I’m okay if this is the last game you ever play with me. I can stand all your complaining.”

“Who was the one complaining when you lost at Hearts?”

“Michael! It’s Alexis!” Thier mom called from across the house.

“Told you it was your girlfriend.” Ben said with a triumphant grin.

“At least I have one.” Michael shot at him as he left the room. Ben scoffed.

#writing #my writing #writers on tumblr #middle school #old work #random bits

[creepypasta-archive]

Forever Smiling

by SARAHJO

A home intrusion story, not much killing... but it does vaguely introduce a new character... Who is Rose? What important did this unseen character have on Jeff's life? We'll... probably never find out because this is one of those "never wrote more than 1 chapter" kind of stories... but that doesn't mean other authors didn't name some other character Rose... just saying.

CW// home intrusion, blood

Click below to read the original unedited story

His eyes were wider than I ever imagined possible. He practically had no eyelids, with light blue irises and black pupils the size of pinpoints. There were red lines in the white spaces, signifying the lack of sleep he must've gotten in God knows how long. He was smiling, that much was blatantly obvious, but most of it was carved into his face, making it look unreal and forced.

Though I will never know why I didn't bring myself to breathe air and scream. I will never know why I didn't feel obligated to do what any normal person would in a situation like this. It was the way he held that blood dripping hunting knife, the way he gazed at me with such lust and excitement, as if he loved the thrill he got from seeing me in absolute terror. It was because of all of this that I was simply intrigued by him. His appearance terrified me in a way I found stunningly beautiful. It froze me in place, not allowing me to move or even muster up the courage to speak.

He was standing at the edge of the bed, and his sudden movement nearly got a scream out of me. I sucked in a breath when he jumped on the mattress I was sitting on. Before I could let a sound out (Not that I was able to), he was already in front of me, knife to my neck, covering my mouth with his repulsive, bloody hand. The sudden chill of the sharp piece of metal on my skin made me whimper.

"Shh," He told me.

Oh, God, I thought. I'm going to die.

It wasn't like the thought of dying scared me. I knew everybody had to go sometime, and that included myself. It was the fact that it was happening right now, right here, like this. In the short seventeen years of my life, I had never expected to be brutally murdered in my own bedroom. Just the thought brought tears to my eyes, letting one slip out and roll down my cheek as I said my last prayers to whatever God was up there.

At least I'll see Nana.

But strangely, as I waited for everything to turn black, as I waited for pain and then nothing, his smile died down (If that was even possible), and he slowly lowered the knife. He removed his hand from my face, leaving a mess of thick red liquid around the area. The texture and the smell of it made me want to vomit. I took in one shaky breath as the bright eyed boy studied me intently. He was closer to me this time, his face merely inches from mine, making a light shade of pink creep up to my cheeks that I cursed myself for letting him see.

His eyebrows were furrowed together in frustration like he was deep in thought. I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to cease the moment as an opportunity to call for help, because right now, it seemed like a good idea, but he startled me by putting a less bloody hand to my cheek, softly and gentle this time. His next word confused me.

"Rose?" His head tilted to the side a bit in curiosity. I just stared at him dumbly and blinked.

"Who?" I asked, my voice coming out small like a child's. The next voice snapped both of us back to reality.

"Madeline?" It was my mom. The boy jumped up at the sudden voice, and as quick as a cat, he was off my bed and out my window, disappearing as if he was never there to begin with. "Maddie, are you up here?" I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs towards my room. I sat there, baffled, my mouth agape. Putting my hand to my face, I felt that it was still wet with the blood he had left there.

"Uh, yeah, mom!" I called. Panicking, I fumbled to grab the blanket at my feet and quickly wiped it all off right as my mom walked through the door. I folded it so she wouldn't see the mess.

"Hey," She said when she saw me, giving me a smile. "What are you still doing up?"

"I, uh... Couldn't sleep." You could say that again. I cleared my throat. "How was your date with dad?"

"Just fine, actually. Although, I wish we would've picked a cheaper restaurant, but your dad insisted on Italian food." She rolled her almond eyes that matched mine. I just smiled, but there was no heart in it. She must've noticed this too.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded a little too fast. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You look a little pale." She came and sat next to me on the bed and started to feel my face. "Maybe you're getting sick. But you're not warm." I waved her hand away and let out a laugh as she palmed me all over.

"I'm fine, mom," I told her, but I really wasn't. She gave me an unsure look but, to my luck, didn't question it further.

"Get some sleep, hon." She stood up then, about to exit the room when she turned back to me. With a glance to my window she said, "And don't forget to close that. You don't want someone breaking in." The irony of her statement stole all the breath from my lungs, and all I could do was nod and swallow the giant lump in my through before she left, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she was gone, I shot out of bed, taking the bloody blanket with me and stuffed it in the trashcan in my bathroom. I didn't want to feel it, I didn't want to look at it, I didn't want anything to do with it. Who the hell knows who's blood was on that thing. Before I walked out, I studied myself in the mirror. Mom was right, I did look pale. Taking a bar of soap from the counter, I turned on the tap and began to scrub away on my face. I scrubbed hard and fast, as if I was trying to wash away the memory of what I had just experienced, to no avail. Nothing would ever make me forget what I saw, ever.

After drying my face, I dug through the medicine cabnet for some sleeping pills. Figuring I'd make no progress in falling asleep on my own, I took two and walked back to my room. The light wind was blowing my blue curtains. I stomped over to them and slammed the window shut, double checking to make sure it was securely locked. I yanked the curtains shut and stood back, once again breathing heavily. Running an unsteady hand through my hair, I decided that it wasn't in my best interest to lose sleep that night. I had a paper to work on in the morning and a birthday party to attend later that evening, and I was not going to show up looking like a zombie.

Taking a deep breath, I laid down with a brand new, clean, non-death-contaminated blanket. For a long while, I did nothing but stare at the dim ceiling above me. The faint glow-in-the-dark stars I had stuck up there when I was ten barely had any light left in them. In fact, I think the boy's eyes were brighter than any real star I had ever seen. Realizing that made my thoughts drift over to him again. The only question that seemed to keep coming up in my head was why. Why am I still alive? Why didn't he kill me? Why did he come here?

But the most important question, the one I wondered the most was, Who is Rose? He had mistaken me for some other girl named Rose, but who was that? Why was she important? Perhaps, that's why he didn't kill me, because I reminded him of a friend or a family member named Rose. It made sense, and if that was the case, then I was one lucky person to have had a similar face to this girl. But then again, there was also the possibility that he would come back. What if now that he knows I'm not her, he'll come back to finish where he left off? What if he decided to murder my family as well? What if-

"Ugh, stop it!" I whisper shouted to myself, smacking my forehead. And I was right to do that. There really was no excuse for my outrageous thoughts, and I always did this to myself. Freaked myself out to the point where it caused ridiculous paranoia that I wouldn't be able to get rid of for weeks.

I sat up and turned to my desk, grabbing the strongest, most toxic perfume I owned. It was a lame defense weapon, but it came exceptionally close to pepper spray, so I placed it under my pillow for reassurance. If he was to come back, boy, were his unblinking eyes going to get it.

Thankfully, the sleeping pills were starting to take affect, as my eyes were growing heavy, and my body was feeling sluggish. No more than five minutes later, I was out like a light. Of course, the last thing I thought about was his face. The very face that will forever be imprinted on my brain.

And that's when I knew, sleep would be nearly, if not entirely impossible the next few days.

Hello, my lovelies! Okay, so I'm pretty doubtful that I will be turning this into a full on chapter story, since it's pretty lame already (Plus, my stalling on my actual novel has been absolutely ridiculous). But if you guys liked it and would like for that to happen, then let me know in your reviews/comments and I will definitely continue with this. It's something I've had in mind for a while (Since I'm like, obsessed with 'Creepypasta') and I literally wrote this entire chapter on the car ride to Disneyland a few weeks ago, so it's something I'd enjoy doing. Anyways, thank you all for reading and have a great and sunny day! Vale!

-SARAHJO

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