#trait. Like the way my brain works is just like. once I finish something I'm immediately like 'cool! onto the next thing!!' without processi

[captain-mj]

In honour of spooky month I have a horror prompt

Soap/ghost trapped in a time-loop by a malicious entity (super angsty) until they learn they can either annoy or scare said entity enough to stop fucking with them because I can’t read horror without a happy ending

If your stuck with something forever chance is your gonna find someway to piss it off

Thank you have a great day

God I hope I finish this by Halloween

Ghost woke up on October 30th again. He sighed and sat up, body aching from the way he just died.

His body had clipped through the floor and been shredded. Shockingly, it didn’t hurt that much, just tickled. But he still died and despite the reset in time, his body hadn’t quite caught up.

Ghost ignored the recruit that knocked on his door. He could recite the little speech that she gives him down to her cadence.

“Sir, there are reports of someone stealing-“

“Everyone's Left shoe. I know. Its Sergeant Daves. Check his locker." The recruit stopped in her tracks and nodded. “Uh, thank you sir.."

Ghost had spent about 60 days finding that out. It was very annoying because no matter how much evidence he got at the end of the day, he'd die in some strange eldritch way and then be right back at the beginning. Eventually, he figured out who it was. For the first few days afterward, he went through the motions of finding evidence but so far, there were no consequences he could see from just... telling her and making her leave.

He brushed her off and went looking for Soap.

His breath of fresh air.

Even if he was still bitching about working Christmas.

“Do you know how mad my Mam is??” Soap moved his hands a lot as he talked.

Ghost hated this next part. “Johnny.” He waited for the movement of his hands to go away. “We’re in a time loop and I have proof.”

Soap stared at him. "Nae. Can't be in a time loop or you'd give me the passcode."

"That's the thing you fucking muppet. You refuse to give me the passcode. If you'd give me the passcode, just for once, I could tell you it the next time I wake up."

"Why haven't you tortured it out of me?"

Ghost huffed. "The one time I do that is the day my loop breaks."

He had actually tried. He had ripped off one of Soap's fingernails and immediately stopped. Then, he tried to torture Gaz to get Soap to admit it. Same situation. Despite knowing this would have zero lasting effects, Ghost even planned to kill himself right as he got the passcode, he just... couldn't bring himself to hurt them.

He had been tempted to try again with Price, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that either.

"Well, I'm not giving it to you. I'd only give it to you if we were in a time loop."

"This is a paradox. You see that right."

Soap shrugged and smiled at him. This is what Ghost hated. That Soap never believed him.

"One day, I hope I get the right words for you to believe me." Ghost said softly. So terribly sad. He stood up and got out his gun. Soldiers were immediately alert, but not frightened. While it was unusual for a soldier to whip out a pistol during breakfast, this was Ghost and well... his behavior was usually excused.

Soap frowned. "What are you doing??"

"Right door." Ghost shot the thing that came in. It looked like a dog. Not quite, but close. If he had to describe it in a coherent way, it would be a dog's skin that was stuffed with too little meat.

Soap grabbed his own gun, never went anywhere without it, and held it up. "How did yo-"

"Time loop." Ghost answered. "Don't go and investigate."

"Why?"

"Just watch."

Soap didn't go because Ghost told him not to, but he was clearly unhappy about it. He lingered where he was, the urge to move and figure it out and save the day, while all normally admirable traits, were now causing a power struggle in his silly little brain.

Ghost had went through this day enough to know that Soap would not go. He'd stay. Maybe if more time got to pass, he'd disobey Ghost. Soap was always loyal, but obedient was never a good descriptor for him.

But right as someone poked the dog with his foot, it broke. The skin broke into fractals, letting something ooze out of it that melted through the floor.

Poor guy that poked it managed to get his boot off in time, but Ghost knew that despite Soap's distaste for dogs, he wouldn't be so callous as to kick it. He would use his hands and lose his hand. He'd know because it happened three times already. One time, due to either how Ghost worded it or how he shot it, he couldn't be sure, it killed Soap.

Ghost was quick to blow his own brains out and reset the day. He didn't even want to risk a world where Soap didn't make it out of this.

Ghost tried not to think about how easy dying had become. Most of the time, it was simply to reset things. Sometimes though, he did it because after this point, things just get worse.

For days 6-10, a little bit before he stopped counting, he didn't bother to leave bed. He died by being mauled, drowning, a fire that broke out and Sergeant Daves breaking in and shooting him for ratting him out for hoarding left shoes.

Fucking freak.

He also died in ways he didn't think possible. Like no clipping through the floor, being sent to space, freezing to death on a regular day and melting.

All of these were punishments for doing certain things. Ghost had figured out the rules and tried to follow them as not following them seemed to irritate it. And also, he did not want to get melted again.

One, he could not kill the girl in the beginning. Torture was fine, he tortured her for information about the time loop. He tortured Sergeant Daves too. He specifically could not kill her.

Two, he could only talk about this to Soap, Gaz and Price. Mostly because none of them believed him. At least, that was his theory. Strangers meant instant death. It was the few breaks in the pattern he could find.

Three, trying to sleep past 4 pm. He tried to sleep the remainder of the day away and that's when he got shot into space.

Ghost sighed. "Soap, I love you."

"What??"

Ghost left the cafeteria. Soap would be too shocked to follow him for about 8 seconds, which gave him just enough time to escape. He made his way to the gun store to grab his sniper and then up on to the roof.

Things would move like clockwork. More of those dogs. If he wasn't fast enough, Gaz would be killed in the center of the training field. To do so, he'd have to shoot a recruit in the leg and let the dogs get to him first. Around 3 pm, Gaz would scream at him for it, but it was the only way Ghost had found for Gaz to survive until 3 pm.

Then, Ghost would have to go to Price's room an-

While thinking over his plan, Ghost made one of the dumbest mistakes a sniper could. Stop focusing on his target.

There goes Gaz.

Fucking hell. Ghost groaned and hit his head hard onto the floor. For a moment, he considered bashing his brains out instead of shooting himself.

Then, he got a funny idea. He sat up and found her among the rushing recruits. Ghost took aim and fired, watching her die. The girl from the beginning.

Ghost felt himself combust. The fire burned so fast he didn't feel any pain.

He woke up.

Ugh.

His mouth still tasted like smoke and flames.

Ghost rolled out of bed and groaned.

A knock at the door.

"IT'S FUCKING SERGEANT DAVES."

"Uh. Okay, sir. Thank you?"

"Get fucked and tell Soap to come here."

"Okay?" She left to do as she was told.

Soap walked, looking concerned. "Ghost. Why are you on the floor?"

Ghost slammed his head hard enough back into the wooden floor it made a cracking noise. Soap cringed and quickly grabbed him by his shirt and forced him to sit up.

"I'm in a time loop I can't escape from. This is so fucking annoying." Ghost groaned and grabbed Soap, squeezing him like a teddy bear for stress relief. "I just want it to end. I can't believe I'm going to say this. I want it to be fucking tomorrow." He bit Soap shoulder before screaming his frustration out.

"Calm down, Lt, calm down." Soap writhed in his arms.

"Never going to get out."

Soap frowned. "Is this your first time telling me?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. How long have you been in here?"

"I don't know." Ghost groaned and squeezed harder.

Soap nodded. "So you haven't gotten a chance to get my passcode?"

That was it?? He just had to seem more pathetic and sad??

“I haven’t. Can you give it to me?”

“My passcode is 4497.”

Ghost squeezed him tighter. “Thank you thank you.”

The room span So fast they slammed into the wall, almost obliterating them.

Ghost woke up and screamed into his pillows again.

His body ached a lot from that one but… it sparked an idea.

Ghost grabbed his knife from under his pillow and went outside. He stabbed the girl over and over again.

The moon slammed into Earth, killing him instantly.

Ghost went to the mess hall and stood up in front of everyone. “I’m stuck in a time loop and I bloody hate all of you.”

He was teleported to Saturn.

Ghost shot the girl, set the base on fire with everyone inside and told Soap the pass code over and over again so he’d know what was going on. He carried Soap around when he fought him and he killed himself and everyone else so many times.

The girl didn’t knock this morning.

Considering he was in the base after blowing it up, he knew the day reset, so this made no sense. Quietly, he came out, gun in hand. He started to walk around the base, surprised by the quiet.

This was new. A way to stop him from breaking the rules? Maybe?

Ghost went to bed at exactly 4 pm and he was speared through his chest.

The girl knocked again. When he opened it, she was pissed.

“You are so Fucking unfun. What the fuck is wrong with you??”

“Kill yourself.”

“Motherfucker.” She shoved him. “You suck.”

Ghost shrugged. “Gonna kill Me again?”

“Yes.”

He slid through the floor and died again.

Ghost woke up and groaned. “Ow. Ow. Ow.” His whole body hurt. Every one of his deaths had caught up to him.

A knock at his door.

“Fucking hell.” He threw open his door. “Soap?”

“Hey Lt! Happy Halloween, sir.” He was in a zombie costume. “You okay?”

“Oh. It’s Halloween?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you remember anything from yesterday?”

“No.”

“Thank god. I love you.”

“Huh??”

[thejournallo]

Explain the basic: Divination tool

Desclaimer: Everything I will talk about is information that I got from books and sites online and even videos on YouTube. In my years of practice, I learned as much as I could out of curiosity and what works best for me. I suggest you do the same by learning as much as you can on your own (I will be here making posts teaching this kind of stuff) from multiple sources.

As a divination witch, I obviously work a lot with the divine, and what I'm about to say are just a few of the things you may use or perform in this type of witchcraft work.

A word of caution, though: I've worked with divine magic for a long time; don't get into it unless you know what you're doing, and especially not without defending yourself. In this list, I will clearly explain what each item does and how it works, and some of this is for a more "advanced" sort of witchcraft.

In witchcraft, there are numerous divination tools practitioners use to gain insight into the past, present, or future or to communicate with spiritual entities. I personally believe that it is the tool that chooses you, not you choosing the tool. Here are some common ones:

Tarot Cards:

A deck of 78 cards with various symbols and images that are interpreted in readings to gain insight into a question or situation. These 78 cards are divided into major arcana and minor arcana. The major arcana may change with the deck that you choose, but the main symbolism is the same, and sometimes you will find decks that have more than just 78 cards. 

Runes:

A rune is a letter in a set of related alphabets known as runic alphabets native to the Germanic peoples. The runes are an ancient method of divination used even before medieval times. Runes can be made of stone, wood, or other materials, and each symbol has its own meaning. You can easily make your own runes.

Crystal Ball Scrying/Scrying Mirror:

This requires gazing into a crystal ball or other reflective surface, such as a mirror, to obtain visions or insights. You do it by just looking at the shiny surface in low light, with nothing to distract you. Your vision will "blur," allowing you to experience visions or gain insights. There is a good reason why this happens. It's essentially our brain getting tired of our reflection and starting to make up new stories, but it's not all psychology since, as we all know, mirrors are gateways. So it is advised not to try this method unless you are an experienced witch or just lack protection, as you may invite something you do not want to invite.

Pendulum Divination:

A pendulum, often a crystal or metal weight on a chain, is used to answer yes-or-no questions or to indicate directions or choices. The pendalum moves on its own, and before you start actually using it, I suggest you ask the pendalum which direction is yes and which is no. Much like the Ouija board, this object can be used to talk to spirits and ghosts, so be careful to always say thanks and say goodbye once you finish a session, even if it is not the primary use. Better safe than sorry.

Tea Leaf Reading:

Interpretation of patterns formed by tea leaves at the bottom of a cup after drinking. Practitioners see symbols and images in the leaves and use them for divination. that's it. that's the tea.

Astrology:

Reading and interpreting the positions and movements of celestial bodies to gain insight into personality traits, events, and relationships. that can be the oroscope, your birth chart etc.

Ouija Board:

A flat board marked with the letters of the alphabet, numbers, and other symbols. Participants use a planchette to spell out messages supposedly from spirits or other supernatural entities. This is one of those tools that you don't have to play around with. It is not a game you can literally get into if you are not careful enough. The way that the Ouija board works is that you place your finger on the planchette; if you don't have a planchette, a metal ring will do just fine. Once you position it, you say, "Hello, im --- and i here to talk to only benevolent spirits, and only benevolent spirits can come true and talk to me." Once this part is done, it is NOT THE PLANCHETTE THAT MOVES YOU MOVE THE PLANCHETTE Hollywood lies to you; what a surprise! Once you are done chit-chatting with the spirits, make sure the spirits say goodbye. Say your goodbye, and once you are done, close the space and banish everything "bad" that may have come true. Again, better safe than sorry.

Numerology:

The study of the mystical significance of numbers and their influence on human life and events. a good example will be angel numbers like 444 or 555

Dream Interpretation:

Analyzing the content and symbolism of dreams to gain insight into subconscious thoughts, emotions, and experiences. Dreams can tell a lot of our personal lives, and 100% of dreams know what's up before we ourselves know. Trust and follow your dreams. 

These tools are often used in combination with intuition, ritual, and personal symbolism, and the effectiveness of each tool can vary depending on the practitioner's skill and connection with their craft.

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[awellboiledicicle]

im going to need my followers to get unreasonably hype about "Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun!" with me the same way i once needed people to be weird about Slime anime with me.

I'm one focus dip away from pondering if theres gestational differences between kinds of demons and if theres inherent social biases against certain kinds of traits. I already have a post in my brain about whether Iruma would be considered disabled by demon standards because as far as the teachers know his wings are abnormally small, and he WAS noted as not finishing the flying test under his own power. Whats the politics about disabled demons. Are they all unranked, or just automatically made rank 1 so they could participate in society. What's life like for a demon that gains a disability after a fight vs one born with a physical disability vs mental disability. Does all of that not matter because the demon king didn't care to make a distinction, meaning it wasn't a big deal. What, if any, accommodations would there be at Babyls. The demons in general lack a lot of empathy and additional willingness to help others they don't already care for, so are any strides taken expressly because a teacher liked a student enough to do something? And it stuck?

What's the historical reasoning for succubus classes being in the curriculum if humans are considered myth/no longer existent. Are there incubus classes. Is the distinction watered down to 'boy class, girl class', or do they only have one because at this point its largely academic. Are there cambions [hybrids between humans and demons] out and about. Are there families that trace their lineage to a human that got with a demon and now ppl are like "your great grandpa was fake"? Is their creation considered a huge issue for the border patrol demons.

Actually, what's the social mores on sex ex in the Netherworld, because if aging is vaguely synced up and succubus classes are allowed, is puberty 'earlier' as far as humans would rate it? Are you expected to have done that before HS and your parents/family handled the sex ed? Is there a day everyone gets sorted into different auditoriums and get the rundown on how various configurations work. Is that just part of biology class.

Speaking of classes, since Balam literally has a class on 'imaginary creatures', is it safe to assume they treat extinct creatures the same as 'not real' or is that a translation thing. Does Balam know what dinosaurs are. Would Iruma think to tell him about dinosaurs. Would it be weird, since he's kinda a bird. Does he know about evolution. Does IRUMA know about evolution.

I need people on my level here because i am DYING

#mok thoughts #welcome to demon school iruma kun #m!ik

[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑 || 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙽𝚊𝙽𝚘

y'all i am so busy rn that i forgot to keep yous updated on my progress. moving forward i am going to try and be more present here, i am going to work my way through my backlog of tag games this weekend and queue up all the writing yous tagged me in.

this month is camp nano and it has kept my mighty busy. here is a list of things that has happened this month:

finished the prologue and chapters 1-10. i got them up for betas to read (if you'd like to beta for CMI, the form is still open to apply here)

got in contact with an artist and started the process of commissioning them for a cover (they just sent me the concept sketch and im!!!!!)

set an official publication date (announcement coming soon 👀👀👀)

submitted a query! (and realized that i don't want to trad pub so i'm self pubbing instead!)

started talking to formatting editors. i'm not sure if i'll be able to afford a good formatting review before publication, but i am in talks with someone who will let me use their Vellum!

started research on how to self pub/what company i want to go through (and actually set up a channel where i can dump my research once i compile it!)

cried a lot over this whole process. a lot.

so yeah! a lot has happened! a lot of good stuff, but a lot of stressful stuff as well! that's okay though, i'm just over the moon that i have an official pub date 🥰

i'm going to push through to the end of camp nano, but i am going to try and get back into weekly wupdates and just talking about writing a lot more. i was a little hesitant about joining camp nano given how bad regular nano went for me last year, but a new server i joined has really helped me find my love of writing again (thank you doom and clanky and so many others that i met through the bird app, i love you all)

anyways, enough rambling. let's get to what you guys are really here for: snippets! i am going to add a couple here (read, a snippet for each chapter i've missed updating here) to make up for my relative silence as of late:

Chapter 5:

There are two more encounters listed below it, but before Icarus can read them over he is distracted by a flash of gold entering the shop. His eyes shoot up, latching to the new patron standing in line with their back to him. It’s normal for bright colors and movement to grab his attention, but this time something feels different. He can’t put his thumb on it, but his brain is telling him that he should recognize them. It’s screaming that he should know who they are. But for the life of him, he cannot make out who it is. Whomst? The fuck? From this distance, he can’t see anything that might tell him who they are. Their plain black clothes could be the tell of an Elysian, but that isn’t a guarantee. The only truly identifiable trait is the halo of blond curls cascading over their shoulders. Why do I feel like I know them?

Chapter 6:

Ariadne whistles, a long and appreciative sound as she sees her husband’s work. The tattoo had been a beast to heal, but the hours of torturous pain and restless nights of endless itching had been well worth it. He spent days ogling the tattoo after it had first healed, the feathers look so real that you can almost feel them when running your hands over the inked skin. It is everything he wanted and then some. A feather-light touch runs down the etched skin. There is only one person who had ever touched him with that kind of reverence, his artist must have gotten up to inspect the tattoo. He is admiring his art—as he should—when he says, “Looks like you should have used more lotion.” He lets go of one edge of the hoodie to flip him the bird. It’s impossible to hide anything from his artist, of course, and he knew that his lackluster care would be noted. There are likely small splotches where the ink had fallen out due to his poor moisturizing regiment, but it’s not like he has much of a choice in that. Icarus drops the back of his hoodie with a sigh as he turns to face the artist again. YOU KNOW? HARD REACH AREA ALONE. His eyebrows raise as he speaks, his signs becoming large and boisterous. He then mimes trying to reach the middle of his back. That gets a chortle out of his artist and Ariadne. He hadn’t thought to consider how he would need to reach every part of his back before getting the tattoo, and the fact that he doesn’t have anyone in his life to help him makes it that much worse.

Chapter 7:

“Look,” Andromeda levels at him, voice growing in intensity as they say, “I understand that you don’t quite trust me yet. I mean, we just met yesterday. Hell, I don’t even know your name yet! But-” “Icarus.” He grabs the hoodie on the left and pulls it over his head. He takes a moment to pull his hair up and fasten it in a ponytail before turning and leaning back against the closet door. “My name is Icarus.” “Okay. Icarus. Y’know, that fits.” Their voice is calmer, quieter, as if that piece of information is enough to placate them. Icarus huffs. The name really does fit him, doesn’t it? Always jumping into things without thinking of the consequences, taking risks, and keeping shit close to his chest until he gets a bit too close to hubris and starts to fall apart. Falling in love with the sun personified. Burning, falling, crashing, drowning. Yeah, the name fits him. The only difference between him and the Icarus of myth is that he died at the end of his story. Icarus has no plans of dying. No, he plans of making it out the other end of his story and living to tell the tale.

Chapter 8:

“I thought the whole ‘Oh, Hestia has a pizza shop?’ ordeal would tell you that I have no idea where to go.” Huh, yeah, that should have clicked with him. It’s not like they could search up directions, they likely don’t have a phone just the same as him. Can’t risk having a way for someone to use GPS to locate him. It’s not like he has anyone to keep in contact with, anyways. “It’s just down the street. Go out the front of the building and head down West Saint Clair, it’s just past fourth street. I’d say can’t miss it but you very much could, there’s no sign out front. It’s the only building that looks like there’s someone living in it on that block, though.” “Got it. West Saint Clair, Fourth Street, not-abandoned building.” Andromeda repeats the directions to themself as they head towards the front door. “Anything else while I’m out?”

Chapter 9:

How could he forget? “Καιρὸς δε, Thanatos,” he mumbles as he stretches his arms out in front of him and rests his forehead on the blissfully cool counter. “And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna remember me.” Long gone is the shrill and timid voice of a sickly kid, replaced by one of the most soothing and deep tones Icarus had ever heard. “…Fair ‘nuff.” The vibrations of a glass hitting the counter top make Icarus look up. A glass of water, just water. He groans, that is not what he wants right now. He’s craving the sweet buzz of an energy drink, but that will require him to get up and walk around the island to grab one. Andromeda chuckles, not moving an inch as they watch Icarus suffer over the glass. “Quit pouting and drink.” He drops his head, turning his face away from the glass. “Oh come on, you big baby. Deja de hacer un berrinche y bebe.” They poke his cheek as he pouts. “Mira, food’s ready. Sit up and eat.”

Chapter 10:

“Why are we running?” they ask, gasping for air after the impromptu sprint. Icarus points to the bird as it hops along the ridge of the tent. He turns to watch their reaction, this is a big deal. Their eyes widen and their jaw drops open, they are just as shocked as he is. His smile has not left, though it dulls as their face drops to sadness and grim acceptance. What? “A crow.” Before he can say anything the look is gone. They beam a bright smile at him. “I can’t believe you found a bird! That’s definitely good luck for us.” But it’s not, their reaction sits wrong with him. He squints his eyes, watches them to see if that glimpse of despair will surface again. When it doesn’t, Icarus forces a smile on his face. If they don’t want to talk about it then he isn’t going to talk about it.

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[spacestationstorybook]

i love lists so here is my list of my‏‏‎ ‎favorite‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎episodes. there are some episodes that are important to her character but regardless are not on the list because of some other reason (like‏‏‎ ‎read‏‏‎ ‎it‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎weep‏‏‎ ‎which is big for her development but gives me terrible secondhand embarrassment when she's trying to get her friends out of her hospital room.‏‏‎ ‎or‏‏‎ ‎newbie‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎which again is a big deal but the secondhand embarrassment!!! also i feel like the issue with that episode wasn't that she got an embarrassing nickname it's that she got a nickname specifically related to her childhood trauma and i'm still kind of upset they glossed over that in particular. but whatever. episodes in chronological order! under cut because long.)

s1e16‏‏‎ ‎sonic‏‏‎ ‎rainboom:‏‏‎ ‎a CLASSIC of course. obviously on the list because she gets to be cool and awesome and show up her asshole bullies but also because we get to see past her bravado and witness how hard she works to keep up her confidence and even she can't do that all the time. lucky for her i find vulnerability very attractive

s2e7‏‏‎ ‎may‏‏‎ ‎the‏‏‎ ‎best‏‏‎ ‎pet‏‏‎ ‎win: just barely squeaked onto the list since i didn't like how she could get kind of mean to the animals but it also had some really good moments and her coaching getup and my buddy tank of course

s2e22‏‏‎ ‎hurricane‏‏‎ ‎fluttershy‏‏‎: ‎also one of my favorite‏‏‎ ‎fluttershy‏‏‎ ‎episodes. i really like when dash gets to take a leadership role because especially when it's regarding something she's genuinely passionate about like‏‏‎ ‎flying‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎weather‏‏‎ ‎you can See her care shining through. i also like how supportive she is of‏‏‎ ‎fluttershy‏‏‎ ‎especially because in other early season episodes she can be a little mean to her which always feels ooc to me because they're literally childhood friends i feel like she'd have more patience with her even early on in her character development

s3e7‏‏‎ ‎wonderbolt‏‏‎ ‎academy:‏‏‎ ‎i like it better than her full‏‏‎ ‎wonderbolt‏‏‎ ‎episode‏‏‎ ‎lol.‏‏‎ ‎shows off a lot of her best traits...her flying skill her confidence her assertiveness her loyalty. with a smidge of toxic yuri in there to tie it all together.

s3e12‏‏‎ ‎games‏‏‎ ‎ponies‏‏‎ ‎play: her excitement is sweet and this is the origin of speedy the most adorable nickname for her so i have to put it on here

s4e5‏‏‎ ‎flight‏‏‎ ‎to‏‏‎ ‎the‏‏‎ ‎finish:‏‏‎ ‎while the episode isn't really about her i love a) how sweet she is to‏‏‎ ‎scootaloo‏‏‎ ‎here‏‏‎ ‎and b) her trying to be Cool Collected and Professional that's also one of my all time weak spots. plus the return of her coach gear

s4e21‏‏‎ ‎testing‏‏‎ ‎testing‏‏‎ ‎1‏‏‎ ‎2‏‏‎ ‎3:‏‏‎ ‎one of my all time favorite dash‏‏‎ ‎episodes. she's at her prime dork‏‏‎ ‎ass‏‏‎ ‎loser (affectionate) but also once again opens up about genuine vulnerabilities and insecurities for her and it makes me want to comfort her sooooo bad some of the sounds she makes in this episode are so sad. plus the way she catalogues everything she sees while flying is really awesome. this whole episode is why i get mad when i see people calling her dumb too often. like yeah she's impulsive and reckless and not traditionally booksmart but it makes me so mad when people make her into a complete childish idiot like you missed the whole point of the damn episode!!! also further confirmation that‏‏‎ ‎astraldash‏‏‎ ‎is‏‏‎ ‎autism4adhd‏‏‎ ‎

s5e5‏‏‎ ‎tanks‏‏‎ ‎for‏‏‎ ‎the‏‏‎ ‎memories:‏‏‎ ‎this also only barely makes it onto the list and also the idea that there has not been a single winter between seasons‏‏‎ ‎2‏‏‎ ‎and 5 makes my brain hurt‏‏‎ ‎BUT.‏‏‎ ‎she gets a solo song which is awesome And Um Again. Vulnerability Is Attractive To Me Sorry <//3 her outfits in this episode are also super cute her little bathrobe with slippers and her winter outfit.

s5e15‏‏‎ ‎rarity‏‏‎ ‎investigates:‏‏‎ ‎also one of my all time favorite episodes.‏‏‎ ‎rarity‏‏‎‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎have SUCH a cute silly dynamic that's really underutilized for me and they're at their peak here.‏‏‎ ‎also‏‏‎ ‎while‏‏‎ ‎i don't have anywhere near as big‏‏‎ ‎rarity‏‏‎ ‎feelings‏‏‎ ‎as‏‏‎ ‎i‏‏‎ ‎have‏‏‎ ‎dash feelings‏‏‎ ‎it's still really delightful for my gay‏‏‎person‏‏‎ ‎instincts.‏‏‎ ‎also acknowledgement that dash's voice is raspy‏‏‎ ‎idk why‏‏‎ ‎this is significant to me i just think her voice is really cute and i like when it has attention drawn to it

s5e25‏‏‎ ‎the‏‏‎ ‎cutie‏‏‎ ‎remark‏‏‎ ‎(part 1):‏‏‎ ‎honorable mention because sombraverse‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎is ooooooooogh. ouuuuuuuugh <3333

s6e9 the‏‏‎ ‎saddle‏‏‎ ‎row‏‏‎ ‎review: i LOVE the format of this episode the little interview asides are SOOOOO good this episode has a ton of good jokes.‏‏‎ ‎excellent and wonderful dashies‏‏‎ ‎i love her joining in with‏‏‎ ‎twilight's‏‏‎ ‎sweeping song and her‏‏‎ ‎repeatedly‏‏‎ ‎asking if the interviewer is going to be writing this down and her confidently saying "this chair? not clothes :)"

s6e11‏‏‎ ‎flutter‏‏‎ ‎brutter:‏‏‎ ‎even‏‏‎ ‎if‏‏‎ ‎zephyr‏‏‎ ‎flirting‏‏‎ ‎with‏‏‎ ‎her‏‏‎ ‎annoys‏‏‎ ‎me (she is a lesbian bro leave her alone!!!!!!) i really like her part in the song and her dynamic with‏‏‎ ‎fluttershy‏‏‎ ‎here

s6e13‏‏‎ ‎stranger‏‏‎ ‎than‏‏‎ ‎fan‏‏‎ ‎fiction: i like seeing her nerd side‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎her‏‏‎ ‎being‏‏‎ ‎really‏‏‎ ‎smug when‏‏‎ ‎they‏‏‎ ‎meet‏‏‎ ‎with‏‏‎ ‎daring‏‏‎ ‎do‏‏‎ ‎is super funny but this still ranks low on the overall ranking because i hate how condescending‏‏‎ ‎quibble‏‏‎ ‎is to her. i think he's the kind of guy who would get really uncomfortable if someone told him he was mansplaining but can't help doing it anyway.

s6e24‏‏‎ ‎top‏‏‎ ‎bolt:‏‏‎ ‎this used to be one of my all time favorite episodes‏‏‎ ‎because it was‏‏‎ ‎like The‏‏‎ ‎twidash‏‏‎ ‎episode and before i knew what‏‏‎ ‎selfshipping‏‏‎ ‎was i was all about‏‏‎ ‎twidash‏‏‎ ‎for reasons that are obvious now. even though it's not my favorite ship anymore (though of every canon x canon‏‏‎ ‎dash ship‏‏‎ ‎it's‏‏‎ ‎still my favorite right in front of‏‏‎ ‎raridash‏‏‎) ‎i do still love the dynamic and i think dash has some really really good bits here

this is as far as i've gotten in my rewatch so these are episodes that i remember being good in terms of‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎content but cannot verify for 100%.

s7e15‏‏‎ ‎campfire‏‏‎ ‎tales:‏‏‎ ‎she gives‏‏‎ ‎scootaloo‏‏‎ ‎the SWEETEST smile here and it's just heartmelting one of my favorite of the many many many images i have saved of her. mostly on here for that (though‏‏‎ ‎my favorite story from this episode‏‏‎ ‎is rarity'‏‏‎s‏‏‎ ‎by far.)

‎s7e23‏‏‎ ‎secrets‏‏‎ ‎and‏‏‎ ‎pies: mostly because i think it's sweet she didn't want to hurt‏‏‎ ‎pinkie's‏‏‎ ‎feelings (especially because‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎is‏‏‎ ‎usually‏‏‎ ‎portrayed as the closest thing the‏‏‎ ‎mane‏‏‎ ‎six‏‏‎ ‎have‏‏‎ ‎to‏‏‎ ‎a Mean One) and also handshake (hoofshake) in Same Food Aversion

s8e5 grannies‏‏‎ ‎gone‏‏‎ ‎wild:‏‏‎ ‎i don't remember this episode in great detail but i know it has dash‏‏‎ ‎trying‏‏‎ ‎hard‏‏‎ ‎to be‏‏‎ ‎Responsible which again i really enjoy and i also enjoy funny old people so this is a fave of mine

s9e6‏‏‎ ‎common‏‏‎ ‎ground:‏‏‎ ‎for one thing it killed‏‏‎ ‎a‏‏‎ ‎dash‏‏‎ ‎x‏‏‎ ‎male‏‏‎ ‎character ship which is always great. and for another thing it has her being a‏‏‎ ‎Cool‏‏‎ ‎Adult to a kid who thinks she's really neat which i ADORE i love her being nice to kids SO. MUCH. really really delightful all around especially for a season 9‏‏‎ ‎episod‏‏‎e‏‏‎ ‎(they are...kind of hit or miss to me)

#i was gonna add my top 5 least favorite episodes but i wanted to keep it positive. #(there are some really fucking bad dash episodes though some of them i don't even consider canon.) #lots of good ones though <3 #nyx on comms #dash tag

[bethanythebogwitch]

Digimon fanfic chapter 3 draft

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

“So this Dark Spore thing makes you a jerk?

The three children and two Digimon were once again walking through the forest, having left the haunted cottage in which they had spent the previous night. Keiko had finished telling the group about her and her partner Tsukaimon defeating the Soulmon and Bakemon that had brainwashed them. 

“It’s more than that,” Keiko replied to Daniel’s question. “The Dark Spore amplifies everything about you. You get to be smarter, stronger, and faster, but every good quality about yourself becomes repressed and all the bad becomes worse. The Spore was only active in me for a little while, but the person it turned me into… There’s nothing I’m more afraid of than going back to being that person.”

Clark was only half paying attention to the conversation as he led the group to their first destination. Instead, his mind was racing, going over the events of the previous night. Part of him tried to argue that there’s no reasonable way he could have known that a quartet of ghostly Digimon would turn the previously-safe cottage into a grotesque trap. That part was drowned out by the rest of his brain.

I got complacent, he thought. I’ve been so lucky all this time that I forgot how dangerous the Digital World is, especially without a Digimon partner. And my stupidity almost got us all killed. 

He spared a glance back at the others, where Keiko was explaining that she had previously made trips to the Digital World to try to learn about the Dark Spore in the hopes of eventually removing it. Her and Daniel’s partners were following along, Tsukaimon occasionally interjecting her own thoughts into Keiko’s story and Blue the Dracomon seemingly pouting about something. Not for the first time since meeting them, Clark felt a sudden pang of envy and sadness shoot through his heart. 

I wish he was still- Clark shook his head. Dwelling on that topic wouldn’t fix anything, it would just make him more upset than he already was.

“Are you still upset about that?” Daniel’s voice cut through Clark’s thoughts. For a second, the boy sounded like Andrew did when he got upset. 

“You left my bones behind,” replied Blue in an accusatory tone of voice. 

“Gee, I’m sorry, I was a little focused on saving your life,” responded Daniel in an exaggerated tone of sarcasm. 

Yup, he’s Andrew’s brother all right.

“You could have grabbed at least one,” pouted the little dragon.

“Maybe they’ll have some where we’re going. Actually, where are we going?”

Question knocked Clark out of his thoughts. “Oh, we’re going to a village of Digimon in the Caps Lock Crater. They know me there and I left crests for the two of you there for safe keeping. Once we pick those up Benjamin asked me to take you to the Subroutine jungle to meet Baihumon, one of the Harmonious Ones, but he didn’t say why.”

“What are crests?” asked Daniel at the same time as Blue asked “Who’s Baihumon?”

“Crests are items given to some DigiDestined,” Clark responded to Daniel’s question first. “They’re based on some trait or virtue of the DigiDestined and help their partners Digivolve to the ultimate level. Baihumon is one of the Harmonious Ones, four extremely powerful Digimon that help guard and maintain the Digital World. They work for or with, I'm not entirely sure, Benjamin and the other Agents. Baihumon rules the part of the Digital World we’re in right now, the western quadrant.”

“Yeah, I know about them,” Keiko added. “I wasn’t there of course, but from what the other Japanese DigiDestined have told me the Harmonious Ones were imprisoned until one was freed. That one, Azulongmon I think, freed the rest and helped fight against Oikawa and MaloMyotismon.”

“You mentioned that name before, owee-something?” asked Daniel. 

“Oikawa,” was the reply. Keiko’s face noticeably darkened as she continued. “He was the one who put the Dark Spore in me.”

“So he’s a bad guy?” asked Blue, momentarily distracted from his lack of bones.

Keiko exchanged a look with Tsukaimon. “Kind of. Ultimately, Oikawa was a sad lonely person who was manipulated by MaloMyotismon, but he also found me when I was at my lowest point in life and manipulated me into taking the Dark Spore. And even if I know it was really MaloMyotismon’s fault, I don’t think I can ever not hate him for that.”

“But since MaloMyotismon is dead, is he better now?” asked Blue.

“Oikawa’s dead,” said Tsukaimon. Ultimately he was MaloMyotismon’s last victim.”

Silence once again fell over the group. Clark closed his eyes. Thinking about a human dying was not something he enjoyed. Digimon dying was one thing. Ultimately their data would be reformatted into a Digi-Egg to be born again. Humans on the other hand… Thinking about it brought up memories. Memories of a father who taught him the importance of fighting for what’s right. Of a call to duty and a promise to return. 

Of an American flag draped over a casket. 

“You three know so much more about the Digital World than me,” Daniel broke the silence. 

Clark shrugged. “It’s your first time here, can’t really blame you”. 

“It just feels like, well do you really need me?” The boy asked. “Honestly it feels like you knew Andrew better than I did. He never told me any of this.”

“He was probably trying to keep you safe. Seems like something he’d do. Besides, I knew him for one adventure. You definitely know more about the guy than I do, he’s your brother after all.”

“If it helps, we never met him,” added Tsukaimon. “Benjamin just asked for our help.”

This did not, in fact, make Daniel feel better. Apparently two complete strangers were recruited to rescue his brother before him. 

“Come on, we should be able to make Caps Lock Crater by this evening if we hustle,” Said Clark, who started walking faster. 

The Sealsdramon watched the group from its hiding spot in the trees. One claw twitched toward the sheathe for its knives. From this angle it could easily kill the two humans with Digimon partners before they could react, and from there the rest would fall quickly. It would be fitting, vengeance for its fallen comrade-in-arms. But no, that was not its mission. Sealsdramon withdrew from its hiding spot, ready to make its report. 

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The sun was moving toward the horizon when Clark suddenly stopped walking.

“What’s go-” Daniel started to ask, but was interrupted by Clark shushing him. 

“There’s something in the trees,” whispered the older boy. “I don’t know if it’s seen us yet”.

“Oh, it’s seen us”, squeaked Keiko’s voice.

The boys turned to see Keiko, arms held in the air, with an angry Tsukaimon fluttering above her head and the tip of an enormous sword held to her throat. The blade was held by a heavily-muscled humanoid lizard wearing tribal attire and a pair of bladed wristbands. Despite the greatsword being nearly half the size of the lizardman, it held the weapon with one hand.

“Woah, Dinohumon! She’s with me!” Shouted Clark, who also raised his hands above his head.

The reptilian Digimon, Dinohumon, cocked a brow. “Clark?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Clark replied, his voice quavering with worry. An elbow to Daniel’s gut told the younger boy to also raise his hands.

“Well if they’re with you I suppose it’s ok. But it’s on you if they cause trouble,” Dinohyumon withdrew its sword, placing it in a sheath located on the lizard’s back. 

Tsukaimon exploded. “Where the hell do you get off attacking people like that, you asshole!?” She would have flown at the bigger Digimon had Keiko not grabbed her and pulled her in tight.

“I’m the one keeping my home safe, that’s who,” growled back Dinohumon in a low, gravelly voice.

Clark rushed to put himself between the two Digimon. “Dinohumon is from the village we’re headed to.But they won’t hurt us if we’re not a threat, right?” That last part was directed toward the Digimon in question.

The Digimon grunted in affirmation and turned to leave. “Follow,” It said. 

Clark let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Sorry about that. I hoped we would run into a different villager but I should have realized this could happen”.

“You’re friends with that ass?” Tsukaimon asked.

“Friends is a bit of a strong word with Dinohumon, but we do know each other.”

The group hurried to catch up with Dinohumon (Tsukaimon muttering curses under her breath the whole way) as the lizard trekked through the forest. Before long, the forest ended abruptly, as though one piece of terrain had been literally sliced off and dropped over another. Some of the trees were even cut cleanly through the middle and the ground changed color and texture in a sudden, straight line. Beyond the forest was a desert landscape of red soil, craggy hills, and towering, twisting cacti. Keiko and Tsukaimon stopped and stared at the landscape in wonder, while Daniel and Blue’s faces lit up. 

“Hey, Danny, It’s like home!: Exclaimed the little dragon excitedly.

“Where do y’all live?” asked Tsukaimon.

“A place called Arizona,” Replied Daniel. “The landscape is a lot like this, but the cacti aren’t as big.”

“It’s beautiful,” Keiko said.

Daniel shrugged, “I guess so. I’ve gotten used to it. And it’s kind of far from anywhere else. That’s actually why Andrew couldn’t help out when all those Digimon appeared last Christmas. We live way too far away from New York to come help”. 

“It’s colder here though,“ Blue complained. “I like home better”.

“Spoken like a true reptile,” Daniel rolled his eyes.

As it turned out, Caps Lock Crater wasn’t a crater, but rather a massive satellite dish buried in the ground and partially covered in soil and large plant roots. Around the rim of the crater were several more, smaller satellite dishes emerging from the ground like strange, metal trees. Within the dish were many dwellings crafted from various materials including hollowed out cactus husks, stone, and myriad plastic boxes. To one side of the crater, a steep cliff led down into the desert below and to another, a stream flowed before eventually meeting the same cliff and tumbling down as a waterfall. 

At the rim of the crater, Dinohumon stopped before turning to face the group. 

“This is the village of Caps Lock Crater, my home. I will defend this village and its people with my life. If you harm anyone or anything here, you will answer to me and my sword. Do you understand?”

“Ahh, lighten up, Dinohumon,” Another voice came from the crater. From the satellite dish’s rim stepped a yellow-furred ape man with a large bone strapped to its back. Behind the ape-like Digimon, many more followed. The rest of them were small, around the size of Blue and Tsukaimon or even smaller. Rookie, In-Training, and Fresh level Digimon evidently made up most of the villages population.

Dinohumon sniffed. “Vigilance never hurt anyone, Apemon. Strange things are afoot out there. Even the D-Brigade have been moving through the desert”.

“That’s no reason to treat a guest rudely. You kno-” The rest of Apemon’s response was cut off by Daniel.

“Did you say the D-Brigade? Where?”

“What do you want with the D-Brigade?” asked Dinohumon, voice filled with suspicion?

“They took my brother! Please, did you see a human with them?”

“I did not, but I also kept my head down when I spotted them. One does not go to the D-Brigade for a chat, you stay out of their way and hope you weren’t noticed”. 

Daniel’s shoulders slumped, dejected. Clark stepped forward. 

“Dinohumon, I’d like to ask you more about where you saw the D-Brigade and where they were going. While I’m doing that, Apemon, do you mind helping my friends here?”

“Find what you left here? Sure, sure,” replied the ape. “And after that why don’t you join us for a nice meal? I’m sure walking out in those woods took something outa ya”. 

With the group agreeing to the plan (and the two Digimon partners agreeing to the meal portion with particular enthusiasm), Daniel, Keiko, Blue, and Tsukaimon followed Apemon to the center of the Caps Lock Crater, introducing themselves along the way. Most of the other villagers dispersed back to what they had been doing, but a few continued to follow the group around. After gently shooing them away, Apemon escorted the children and their partners to a building at the dead center of the crater. 

“Let’s see here,” muttered Apemon as he pawed at the floor of the sparsely-decorated one-room structure. After a second, he seemed to find what he was looking for as he pulled up part of the floor, revealing a metal hatch. “I’ll just be a minute,” he said, before leaping in, descending into the underground bowels of the satellite dish’s structure. 

There was a pause, before Daniel broke the silence. 

“So our crests, huh? Any idea what yours will be?”

Keiko shook her head. “I know the crests for the Japanese Digidestined. Courage, friendship, knowledge, sincerity, reliability, love, hope, light, and kindness. I don’t know how many virtues there are, though, or which ones I’d have. If any”. 

“I think you’d have the crest of creepiness, Keiko,” said Tsukaimon. 

“I like creepy stuff, I’m not creepy. At least, I don’t think I am…” was the reply.

“Ooh, Danny should have the crest of hungry!” exclaimed Blue.

“I think you’re mistaking me for you, bucko. And it’s Daniel”, replied Blue’s human, who playfully bonked his partner on the head. 

The sound of banging metal heralded Apemon’s return, climbing out of the hatch. In one hand, he held two small, diamond-shaped objects, only a few inches long and looking comically tiny compared to the giant hand of the one holding them. 

“‘’Ere we go,”grunted the monkey man. “Now Clark said these thingamajigs are for you, so here ya go.”

Each child took one of the two objects. They were metal pendants of a pale yellow color hanging from a looped lanyard. In the middle, each pendant held a small plate inscribed with a symbol. 

“How do we know whose is whose?” Asked Daniel. 

Keiko stared at the one she held, its symbol looking like a crescent moon carved in obsidian black. “I think this one is mine. It feels, I don’t know, right somehow”.

Daniel looked at his. He didn’t feel anything about the small piece of metal engraved with three jagged lines a deep, dark blue in color. Figuring he could ask Clark later, he shrugged and pocketed the crest. 

“Alright Blue, I guess we… Blue?” Daniel looked around for his partner, who was not standing next to him as he was a second ago. Where could he have gone?

“You got what you came for yeah? How about some grub?” Asked Apemon, who had moved back outside into the crater. Daniel followed him out, noting that he had to duck slightly to get out of the structure. Apemon must have to basically crawl through to get inside. Let alone that bone of his. 

Wait, bone?

No… don't tell me…

Daniel gingerly stepped around the large Digimon to check out his back. To his horror, he saw Blue there, the little dragon biting onto the bone, holding himself off the ground with his mouth and looking as though he had reached paradise.

“What are you doing?!” shrieked Daniel in shock and humiliation. He grabbed Blue and yanked, pulling him off the bone. 

Shaken from his chew bone-induced stupor, Blue at the least had the decency to look ashamed. “Sorry, Danny. I just couldn’t help myself”.

Apemon grabbed his bone and inspected it, noting to his horror that Blue’s jaws had left visible scratches in the alabaster white periosteum. 

“Why you impudent, insolent, disrespectful little- What is that?”

Apemon’s rage was interrupted by the sudden sound of engines filling the evening sky. With a roar, something that looked like a combination helicopter, airplane, and mechanical dragon flew overhead, followed by two more. These three, along with another vehicle that had not flown overhead, landed at the edge of the crater, each at one of the cardinal directions. 

“Apemon! Get everyone underground!” Dinohumon was running over, followed by Clark and many of the villagers. As they reached the central building, Apemon started herding the smaller Digimon inside and to the hatch. “What’s going on?!” he shouted to be heard over the din of panicked young Digimon.

Clark answered, his voice tinged with fear. “It’s the D-Brigade”.

Out from the copters leapt Digimon. Looking like little cyborg T. rexes in military gear and holding guns, they quickly spread out to surround the crater and moved inward herding the villagers toward the center. Each copter held five of the smaller Digimon, accompanied by a much larger similar Digimon, this one holding a riot shield in one hand and grenade launcher in the other. 

“By order of the D-Brigade, remain where you are or you will be fired upon!” barked one of the larger dinosaurs, its voice amplified as though by a megaphone. 

“What do we do?” whispered Daniel to the clearly frightened Clark.

Clark just shook his head. “There’s too many of them. Do what they say.”

One formation of the D-Brigade, a large Digimon and five of the smaller ones stepped closer to the group of panicked Villagers. 

“I am Captain Hi-Commandramon 8A5 of the D-Brigade”, the large Dinosaur identified itself. “The humans will step forward!”

“Come on now, surely there’s no need for this,” spoke up Apemon. 

“Silence! You were not given permission to speak!” was the reply, the Hi-Commandramon shouting out every word like it was trying to deafen everyone there. 

“Really, this is a place of peace,” Insisted Apemon. He took a step forward, toward the D-Brigade. “Why don’t you put away your weapons and we can discuss this like reasonable-”

Apemon never finished his sentence. Hi-Commandramon whipped its grenade launcher around and pulled the trigger. Apemon had just enough time to see the grenade imbed itself in his chest before the top half of his body was obliterated with an explosion that rattled every building in the Caps Lock Crater. The younger Digimon screamed and the humans gasped in horror as the rest of his body dissolved and vanished. 

Dinohumon fell to their knees and let out a wail of anguish. Keiko had her hands over her mouth and both Daniel and Blue had their mouths hanging open in dumbfounded shock. Only Tsukaimon noticed Clark’s lack of reaction. Instead, he was staring at one of the smaller dinosaur Digimon standing beside Hi-Commandramon with a look of sadness. The Digimon he was looking at, identifiably by three jagged scars across its snout. The Digimon looked less resolute than its fellows and seemed unwilling to return Clark’s gaze. 

“You didn’t have to kill him,” Daniel’s voice was low, shaken by shock and horror. 

“Quiet!” barked Hi-Commandramon. “All humans, step forward. The rest of you stay put or you will be next!”

“Fine, just don’t kill anyone, ok?” Daniel stepped forward, hands raised.

“Danny!” Blue made to follow, but stopped at Daniel’s order.

“Stop. Just do what they say, ok?”

Blue made a terrified whining noise, but obeyed. After a moment’s hesitation, Keiko followed suit, Tsukaimon remaining behind with worry on her face. Clark also stepped forward, keeping his eyes locked on the scarred dinosaur Digimon. 

“Good. Now stand there and don’t move,” said Hi-Commandramon. It then pulled out a walkie-talkie from a pocket in its bulletproof vest and spoke into it. “Targets secured.”

“Another great victory for the mighty D-Brigade,” Clark finally turned his gaze to Hi-Commandramon, his voice low and dripping with venom. “Four whole units to take a village of baby Digimon and three children? Truly this will go down as one of your finest victories”.

“Be quiet!” Hi-Commandramon aimed its weapon at Clark's chest, but he didn’t flinch.

“I don’t think so. If you wanted us dead you could have blown up the village from a distance or sniped us in our sleep. You were ordered to bring us in alive, weren’t you. And we both know a good soldier obeys orders, right?” 

Hi-Commandramon 8A5 stepped forward and placed the barrel of its grenade launcher right against Clark’s chest. “Correct,” it snarled. It then aimed the launcher at the crowd of scared Digimon. “But our orders said nothing about them”.

Clark gritted his teeth, but did not say anything more.

“Don’t hurt them!” Daniel blurted out.

“If you don’t stay quiet I-”

“I’ll handle this,” A new voice cut in. Hi-Commandramon instantly stopped talking and took a step to the side, revealing a human boy and a Digimon. The Digimon was a dead ringer for Blue while the human could have been Daniel in a few years. His brown hair had been cut short and his usual clothes had been swapped out for a set of military fatigues, but there was no mistaking him.

“Hello, Danny,” said Andrew.

“Andrew!” Daniel exclaimed at the same time Blue shouted “Green!”, “I was so worried about you, we came to rescue you from them,” he gestured at the D-Brigade.

Andrew smirked. “D-Brigade, two steps back”.

In the kind of unity only produced through hard training, very single one of the militarized dinosaurs stepped backwards in sequence, their steps ringing out against the metal of the Caps Lock Crater in two loud chimes.

“Two steps forward”.

Another two chimes as the dinosaurs returned to their previous positions.

“Hmm, spin around”.

The sight of a bunch of theropods in military gear spinning in place would have been comical if not for the circumstances. 

“Tell me, Danny,” Andrew smugly said, “do I look like I need rescuing?”

Daniel gaped. He looked at his older brother, then back at the Digimon of the village, most of them weeping in fear and grief, and at the ashen spot where Apemon had been murdered.

“You’re working with them?” he asked, voice filled with horror and disgust.

“Yes,” Andrew replied bluntly, “and I arranged this little meeting to give you a message. Go home.

“What? Clark asked incredulously.

“Go home,” Andrew repeated. “I mean you, Danny, and you, Clark, and” he glanced at Keiko, “whoever you are. Go home and stay out of my way and you’ll be safe”. 

Daniel stared at his brother, or whoever this was. Andrew wasn’t like this. Andrew could be stern and a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he was also kind, funny, and always wanted to help people with their problems. This Andrew Daniel could barely recognize as his brother.

“Why?” he managed to choke out, voice quivering.

“Because the world is broken,” Andrew’s voice finally broke from the eerie calm tone he had been speaking in, becoming bitter and angry. “Both worlds. Bad things happen to good people and the people in charge are either cruel or stupid. I couldn’t do anything about it before, but now, with the D-Brigade, I can make real change.”

“Good people like them?” Clark’s voice broke in. He gestured to the terrified mass of young Digimon. “They weren’t hurting anyone. They helped each other and lived in peace and your army just murdered one of them. Is that the kind of change you want?”

Andrew just shrugged. “I never said it would be pretty, but if a few good people have to die, then so be it.”

Daniel’s arm was in motion before he even knew what was happening. Andrew jumped back, barely avoiding Daniel's fist colliding with his face.

Every D-Brigade member trained their guns on Daniel, but Andrew waved them off. “Woah, Danny,” he said, amused, “Didn’t know you had it in ya. But if you want to stop me, then come on. Let’s settle this like DigiDestined”. From one pocket he produced a Digivice and looked toward Green the Dracomon, who had been standing there uncharacteristically silent. “Let’s go”.

Green nodded and stepped forward.

Dracomon Digivolve to… Coredramon!

“Come on, Blue!” Daniel’s voice was a cross between a snarl and a sob, tears of anger and hurt now flowing down his cheeks. 

“R- right,” Blue ran forward to join his partner, his voice uncertain and filled with pain. 

Dracomon Digivolve to… Coredramon!

The two dragons stood facing each other, identical except for color, with Blue’s deep blue scales contrasting Green’s earthen green ones. 

“Why are you going along with all this nonsense?” Blue demanded of Gree, of his brother. 

“Because,” Green replied calmly, “if you have the power to fix things and don’t use it, that makes you as bad as the ones who abuse their power”.

“Enough,” yelled Daniel, “We’re going to drag him home with us and make him stop all this!”

“Right!” Blue shot out one clawed hand toward Green’s face, but the older dragon deflected the blow. The next several strikes were similarly blocked.

Blue leapt back from his brother. “That’s it, take this! Blue Flare Breath!”

Just as the stream of blue fire began to exit Blue’s mouth, Green shot forward and uppercutted him in the jaw. Blue’s head was forced upward, his jaws slammed shut with a clash. A split second later, the flames forced his jaw open again as they shot out, the force knocking him off-balance.

“Strike Bomber!” Green did not let the opportunity pass him by. He swung around, his tail colliding with Blue’s abdomen with enough force to rattle windows all around the crater. Blue flew backwards, crashing into one of the makeshift houses and landing in a heap of rubble. 

“You can’t win,” Andrew said, his voice almost mocking. “You don’t have the experience. You've been in what, one fight? We saved the Digital World, remember? You can’t beat us.”

“Shut up! Blue Flare Breath!” From his position lying in the rubble, Blue spat a stream of cerulean flames at Green. The other dragon responded with his own flames, these an emerald green. The two attacks slammed into each other and exploded, scattering multicolored cinders around the village. 

“Hell with this! Keiko!” Tsukaimon shouted. Her partner nodded and held up her Digivice. 

Tsukaimon Digivolve to… Witchmon!

Mounted on her broom, the doll-like witch flew into battle, unleashing a Baluluna Gale that sent a whirlwind of rubble, soil, and stones at Green. The dragon was forced to turn his back to the gale, hands over his face as the shrapnel cut scratches all over his rock-hard scales. In doing so, he failed to notice an enraged Blue flying right at him. The blue dragon collided with the green one, slamming him to the ground with enough force to dent the metal of the crater. 

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Witchmon teased Green. She levitated overhead, her arm outstretched and ready to unleash another spell while Blue pinned his big brother’s arms behind his back.

“It’s over, Andrew,” Daniel yelled. “Give up!”

Andrew glared at his little brother, then sighed. “I guess I have to show you just how outmatched you are”. Out from a pocket, Andrew pulled a small, diamond-shaped pendant. A crest, with the symbol of three curved lines a forest green in color etched into it.

Clark’s eyes widened in horror. “Get out of there!”

Coredramon Digivolve to… Groundramon!

The force of Green’s transformation flung Blue into the sky and unleashed a wave of displaced air that knocked over a row of houses and all the humans except Andrew. When the glow of Digivolution faded, Green had become a dragon the size of a jet plane, his bulk filling nearly a quarter of the Caps Lock Crater. Now standing on all fours, his wings had transformed into massive arms, tipped with razor-sharp red talons. On his legs were powerful pile bunkers and on his tail, which stretched out beyond the rim of the crater, was a mace the size of a van tipped with deadly spikes. 

“This is power!” Andrew yelled in triumph. “This is what you can never match!”

Blue and Witchmon, suspended in midair, gaped at the colossal dragon. They were snapped out of it by one of Green’s arms taking a swing at them, forcing them to fly further up to avoid the blow. 

“Listen Blue,” Witchmon said. “Look at his wings. I reckon he can’t fly with those. As long as we stay up here, I don't think he can get us”.

Blue nodded, then he flew left while Witchmon flew right. 

“Blue Flare Breath!” “Aquary Pressure!”

Two streams, one of blue fire and one of pressurized water shot toward Green. His great arms moved to block the attacks, which left scratches in his verdant scales. Green roared at the two aerial foes, but he did not attack.

“It’s working! Keep it up, we’ll wear his scaly ass down!” 

Witchmon and Blue circled the crater in the sky, intermittently shooting down an attack at the titanic dragon. From the shelter of his wing arms, Green studied them. Watching for something, a pattern.

Ah, there it is.

Green’s arms slammed into the metal ground of the crater and each ripped up a chunk of stone and steel. Flexing muscles as hard as diamond, he flung the two projectiles up at the circling duo. Unable to react in time, Blue and Witchmon collided with the clunks, which exploded into gravel and splintered metal. 

Daniel and Keiko screamed as the partners fell from the sky. Green once again raised his arms and slammed them into the ground, but this time, he did not dig them in. Instead, the force propelled his massive body upwards in a mighty leap. Each arm grabbed onto one of the two falling Digimon. Green fell back down to the ground like a meteor, the force of his landing shaking the whole crater and bringing down what remained of the village. Green flung the two Digimon at their partners. Witchmon and Blue crashed into the ground at Daniel and Keiko’s feet, unconscious. They de-Digivolved into Dracomon and Tsukaimon as their humans ran forward, grabbing their partners and pulling them into their arms.

“Blue! Blue, are you ok?” Daniel sobbed, hugging his partner tight. Only the soft sound of his partner breathing confirmed that the little dragon was still alive. 

A shadow fell over Daniel and he looked up to see Andrew standing over him.

“Now do you see, Danny? You’re weak. Go home, there’s nothing you can do here,” Andrew’s voice displayed no emotion, only cold certainty. “I let Blue live this time. Interfere again, and you might not be so lucky”.

Daniel couldn’t even respond as the thing that had been his brother turned and walked away. “D-Brigade, we’re done here. Take me to the General,” He said as he left.

The D-Brigade and Green, having de-Digivolved back into Dracomon, turned on their heels and walked toward the dragon helicopters they arrived in. Just before they reached them, Clark’s voice rang out. 

“Commandramon!”

The scarred dinosaur turned to look back. Clark glared at him, his face a mix of rage and sorrow, The two stared at each other for a second. Commandramon’s expression softened and for a second he appeared about to say something.

“Commandramon 1G1! Get back in formation!” barked Captain Hi-Commandramon 8A5. Without a word, the scarred Commandramon turned and followed the rest of the D-Brigade into their vehicles. WIth the roar of engines, the dragon copters took off and flew away across the desert, leaving the Caps Lock Crater in the quiet night.

#Digimon #digimon fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #rough draft #drafts #traumatizing my ocs #digimon adventure #digimon adventure 02 #coredramon #dracomon #groundramon #tsukaimon #witchmon #d-brigade #commandramon #hi-commandramon #dinohumon #apemon #hanumon

[twiixr4kidz]

Can we get a scenerio with evil exes where their S/O asks them to help them in dyeing ?" their hair, their agree and after a few minutes they're like "You remind me of Ramona so much"?

ABSOLUTELY OMG! I DUNNO IF YOU WANTED IT TO BE ANGSTY OR NOT, SO SOME OF THESE ARE ANGSTY, AND SOME OF THEM AREN'T-

matthew patel:

when you asked him to help you dye your hair, he agreed immediately. according to him, anything having to do with your hair was extremely intimate. whether it was just him running his fingers through your hair, or him styling it, washing it, braiding it; it was intimate, it was comforting, and he was going to cry from joy.

you handed him the box of hair dye and he began to evenly apply it. after a few minutes, you heard him sigh. "mattie?" you asked, breaking the silence. "i dunno, i just-" he cut himself off. he knew what he was about to say was going to hurt you. "you just.. what?" you were going to get him to say what he was thinking.

he grabbed another strand for your hair, running the dye through it. "i remember doing this with ramona a lot, yknow. when we were first got together." he chuckled. "it always ended up super uneven, so she'd have to fix it herself." he sighed, once again running his fingers through your hair. you nodded, trying not to disrupt him. to his surprise, you just smiled. "looks like you have a lot of practice," you mused. "now you have no excuse to mess up."

lucas lee:

when you asked lucas, you didn't think he would agree at first. but for some reason, he told you yes. "i have to make time in my schedule, but just give me a day babe. i'll be free." his promises were reassuring.

when it came the day, he certainly did make sure he was free. it was just the two of you. as you began instructing him on what to do, he blurted out something you didn't expect.

"you remind me so much of ramona."

it was almost a punch to the gut.

"what do you mean?" you immediately questioned. lucas quickly realized he shouldn't have said anything. "it's like... you have all of her goods traits, and none of the bad. it's weird." you nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"sorry, that was really sudden. something about dying your hair reminded me a lot of when i used to help ramona with hers. i didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

you were hurt, but you didn't let it show. you just nodded and let him finish his thing, you were definitely going to talk about how it made you feel later on.

todd ingram:

todd was a rockstar (and a vegan) and often reminded you that his work was extremely important to him. he had a tendency to act like he didn't care, when in reality he did; but being on the big screen is really stressful, and he doesn't always have time for you.

which is why you were so excited when he offered to help you dye your hair. yeah, he complained about getting dye on his hands and his clothes, but you'd helped him bleach his hair a while back. so it was repayment, in a way.

"ra- y/n, why'd you choose that color?" oh fuck. did he almost say ramona? "did you almost call me ramona?" you asked, completely ignoring your question. he sighed.

"yeah. you remind me a lot of her, yknow?" you didn't know how to interpret that. was he trying to be nice? did he not really like you? the questions were reeling in his brain. apparently with being a vegan comes being a psychic, and he practically read your mind.

"no, it's not a bad thing. and i'm not with you because you remind me of ramona, and it's not because i'm 'not over her' or whatever. i love you for you, it just so happens that you and ramona are really similar."

that was an explanation you supposed you'd take for now.

roxie richter:

roxie was the queen of accidentally saying things that hurted people's feelings. it was usually unintentional, intrusive thoughts that slipped out before she had a chance to think. she was never the kind of girl to think with her head; she always thought with her heart.

your hair was halfway dyed, and it was damn near silent besides the music that was quietly playing from your phone as it sat next to the sink.

"why do you remind me so much of ramona?" roxie said with a sigh, not looking up from her dye job. it was obvious from the way she covered her mouth and gasped and started profusely apologizing that she slipped up.

again.

"uh..."

you could barely get a word in edgewise with her profuse apologies. "you're not gonna break up with me, right?" she said. "no, i'm not gonna break up with you," you said. "i just don't really know why you said that, or what you even meant." roxie sighed and apologized again. "that wasn't cool, and i'm sorry. it's just that you two have a lot of similarities, and i keep seeing ramona's traits in you."

you nodded, and both of you knew you were in for a very important conversation.

kyle katayanagi:

similarly to roxie, it was a slip up. he was shaking a bottle of dye before he sighed and said, "you and ramona are way too similar..." you immediately cocked an eyebrow.

"huh?" you asked. "don't you like, hate her?" kyle rolled his eyes. "i wasn't trying to upset you. and yeah, i totally do. but before she turned into a raging bitchazoid? yeah, that's you." you chuckled.

"i think she used this brand a lot too," kyle said, further analyzing the bottle he held in his hand.

"yeah, she literally gave it to me, dummy," you spoke, taking the bottle from him. "WHAT??" he exclaimed, causing you to laugh again. "yeah? i ran into her at that one convenience store and she recommended some brands to me..." "WHAAAAAA-" you couldn't help but laugh at your boyfriend again.

"you're such a dork."

ken katayanagi:

he'd been meaning to tell you sooner or later. you see, ken's the kind of guy who hates keep things from you. and what better time to tell you while he was helping you dye your hair?

he'd helped kyle bleach his tons of times, so you knew you could trust him. he knew for a fact that the bleach felt super gross and itchy, so as you groaned about the itchiness, he gently massaged your scalp with his fingers.

"my love," oh, you loved when he called you that. "i've been meaning to tell you something." uh oh.

"mhm, go on?" you said, eyes closing under his relaxing touch.

"i've noticed that you and ramona are awfully similar... you have certain mannerisms and habits that are the exact same, and i thought you'd find that interesting."

you raised an eyebrow. "what do you mean by that?"

"how often you two dye your hair is a big one. i'd have to help her every week, and her hair would get super damaged. i'm not sure how your hair doesn't feel like dry hay..." he said, continuing to massage your head.

you hummed with content.

"conditioner, hair masks, high quality color-last shampoos," you mused. "hair masks?" "mhm..."

you proceeded to explain the point of a hair mask to ken, who was still really confused by the end. but he agreed to let you mess with his hair at some point, so it was a win-win :))

gideon graves:

gideon? agreeing to help you wit.h your hair? it was something you never expected. but yeah, he agreed. but as soon as the words, "you remind me so much of ramona," slipped out of his mouth, you paused.

"...what?" you knew.

about everything that went down between the both of them. everything that happened between gideon and ramona, gideon and scott, gideon and THE WHOLE LEAGUE OF EVIL EXES.

you could have sworn you heard him mutter, "fuck" under his breath.

"gideon, what are you even trying to say?" you asked. he didn't say anything.

a dead, uncomfortable silence settled over the both of you for the next 15 minutes before gideon mumbled out a response.

"i fucked up bad with ramona. i was really shitty to her, and i can't take that back. you have a lot of similarities. i'm trying not to fuck up with you. it's not a re-do with a ramona look alike; it's me trying to be a better person for someone i actually love. that was uncalled for, and i wasn't trying to make you feel like shit. i just want you to know i really love you."

#submission #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #lucas lee #lucas lee x reader #todd ingram #todd ingram x reader #roxie richter #roxie richter x reader #kyle katayanagi #kyle katayanagi x reader #ken katayanagi #ken katayanagi x reader #gideon graves #giden graves x reader #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim vs the world #spvtw

[diavolosthots]

Felt like crying, so I came to you, my friend! Mc and Mammon went out shopping, specifically to buy gifts for his brothers, as an apology. When they get back home they are met with hostility. They berate Mammon until Mc screams at them to shut up, then rips into each of them for their treatment of Mammon. Then finishes with "Don't expect Mammon to stay here when he can live with me in the humanworld. I'm done with you. Mammon, lets go, you deserve better, love" and leaves w/ Mammon. Thank you!

You came to me because you felt like crying and that gives me two (2) things to think about. 1.) I'm apparently someone who people see as a tissue? 2.) My angst is just THAT good. Also! Apparently today is rain on Mammon day and I'm here for it not me avoiding my exam to write these things

Warning: uh.... Angst?

Soul-Searching (MAMMON X GN!READER ft. THE BROTHERS)

“You know, I’m proud of you for suggesting this.” Truly, you were. Mammon was your favorite and you felt for him, but you also completely understood where his brothers came from. At first, it honestly annoyed you as well; the constant stealing, the lying… You tried blaming it on his avatar, but even then it doesn’t explain the lying that comes with it. However, you do realize that it’s a habit and it’s a habit that is hard to fix, so instead of constantly getting onto him like the rest, you tried to understand him a bit more and give him some life advice. So far, you have managed to get Mammon to give back all the things he has recently taken from his brothers, and some of them even got an apology. You’ll be working on how to properly apologize, though, because oof, that was a mess. 

And now? Now you managed to take a small trip with him downtown to at least attempt to make things better. Mammon is now, or at least today, using his own money to buy some things that his brothers would be fond of: a new vinyl player for Lucifer (non-cursed), a new Ruri-chan t-shirt for Leviathan, a neck pillow for Satan because lord knows he has some cramps back there with the way he leans over and down to read his books. Then some perfume for Asmodeus that he had been swooning about, a gift card to Beel’s favorite restaurant for the glutton, and a heated blanket for Belphie. You were proud, truly, that Mammon wanted to do this. As a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested it. “Maybe… uh.. I could… ya know… buy somethin’ they like” is what he said. You were just excited and agreed to help. 

Now you were going back to the house with a few shopping bags and ice cream almost fully eaten. You paid for the ice cream, as a way to reward Mammon, and you’re sure he’s secretly thanking you for that because some of these items truly did burn a hole into his credit card, which is partially his fault. “Lucifer deserves more than some random vinyl player.” his words, not yours. Also “satan needs one of them neck pillows that massage it, too!” again, his words. So yeah, some money was definitely spent on these items, but… once again, you were proud. “I think they’ll love everything, Mam. They’d be fools if they didn’t.” Hearing you say that made Mammon feel a lot better, honestly, and a small rush of confidence came to the surface “Ya betcha they will! Nothin’ but the best from the Great Mammon!” You just laughed. 

However, upon arrival, it was a different sight. As a matter of fact, you barely made it through the door before Beel was grumbling something about Mammon eating his custard, which is true, but it’s just a custard? “MAAMMMOONNN!!” and then there was Lucifer who appeared so fast you wondered if he was even real. He went on a whole rant about how irresponsible Mammon is and how another bill came in the mail that talks about Mammon’s debt. Satan and Belphegor teamed up to show empty hands, which left both you and Mammon confused, but then “do you see anything here? No? That’s because you sold our belongings, Mammon!” Mammon can be lucky that Leviathan was still holed up in his room because he just remembered that he also, at some point in the past, sold one of Levi’s figures. Asmodeus came last and honestly he wasn’t mad, he was just annoyed. “I saw you go through my things, Mammon. Nothing was taken, but it was still so incredibly rude!” 

Next followed a screaming match which was basically just Mammon trying to defend himself, trying to show the bags and apologize, but none of them would have it. It irritated you. Yes, they had every right to be mad because personal belongings should stay with their owner(s), but at the same time, they didn’t even give Mammon a chance to explain, especially after he’s been holding the bags up and attempting to apologize. “You’re so stupid, Mammon” “StupidMammon” “so irresponsible. You know better than that. Do you need another time out session, Mammon?” “I can’t believe you’d go through my stuff again!” by now your eyes were twitching and the voices echoing off the walls surely didn’t help your case. One more word and you’d snap, surely, especially since Mammon’s hand is now shaking and you grabbing it did nothing at all. “We would be better off without you.”

Ah yes, there it is. The final straw. The amount of anger boiling inside you right now isn’t even manageable anymore and you’re surprised that Satan, as the Avatar of Wrath, has yet to notice it. “Shut up! Shut up, Shut up, Shut up! All of you!” You yanked Mammon behind you, almost protectively and Belphegor found the need to laugh at it. “Really? You’re going to protect him?” Oh, there. That’s your first victim. “Are you really that dense, Belphegor, or is sleep still clouding your brain cells? That is your brother you’re currently making fun of and I don’t know about you, but I was taught that family sticks together, blood related or by choice. So how about you get your head out of dreamland, take this stupid heated blanket that he bought for you, as an apology, and wake up for a second.” yes, you did throw the bag at him and then you pointed your finger at Beel. You’d regret later on that you’re tearing into him as well because Beel means well at the end of the day, but still, he was also part of this. 

“You’re my least worry, Beel. Honestly you’re too caught up in your burgers and brawns to care for a second that your brother tries very hard to be liked by all of you. Sad, really.” you threw the card at him too. As a matter of fact, you threw all of the bags right in front of them. “And then Asmo.. oh my God, first of all, the world doesn’t revolve around you. Shocker, I know. If you were half as empathetic toward your family as you are obsessed with yourself, maybe you wouldn’t feel the need to always go party and drink your life away. Oh, I’m sorry, did that hit just a little too hard? Can’t be harder than the hangovers you wake up with on a regular basis.” You glared at him before turning your attention to Satan. “Honestly, if you weren’t such a baby inside I may actually be scared of you. You always complain about how stupid he is, how he needs to just learn, but you? What do you do all day? You hole yourself up in your room and read about worlds that you wish you could enter. News flash: you’d die before you had the chance to say hello. People don’t like self-proclaimed assholes. Mammon IS smart. He’s very talented, too, but you’re too far up in Shakespeare’s ass that you fail to realize that everyone has knowledge in different fields of life. Give me a break.” 

Satan was about to retort but you already moved on to Levi. “and you! Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for you wallowing in self-pity and fake depression, you would have absolutely no personality traits. What are you again? The Avatar of Envy? How about instead of being envious of others’ accomplishments, you actually start working on yourself. It’s truly pathetic that a couple millenia old demon’s only purpose in life is ramen and self inflicted emotional pain. Seriously, what are you? A pitiful loner? I can’t even begin to empathize with you in any way, shape, or form.” Your blood was boiling right now and maybe if they hadn’t attacked Mammon like they did, you would’ve felt bad about Levi’s sad face right now, but there was still one person left to deal with.”

“And you… beautiful, responsible, way-too-good-for-you older brother, Lucifer.” He’s been glaring at you this whole time, arms crossed over his chest but you stood your ground. You’re not quite sure how you managed, but you did. “You call yourself the best, the most responsible. You constantly say this family would fall apart without you, but that’s not it, is it? I think you’re just lonely. You force these six to be by you, to respect you and borderline worship you. Not because you deserve it…” you chuckled, shaking your head, “no. You’re just so sad that Daddy and Michael left you, mocked you, that you turned your sadness into anger and took it out on these six, but especially Mammon. Why? Because you see yourself in him. You call him your favorite brother, but it’s not because he actually is… he just reminds you of everything you used to be: fun, reckless, and feeling. Now you’re just cold, mean, and bitter. Don’t bother calling yourself the mighty first because without him you would be neither. Maybe if you pulled that stick out of your arse and actually tried to get to know your brothers, maybe you wouldn’t be so lonely all the time. Family, right? That’s what you want. How about you start acting like one.” 

You shook your head after that, grabbing Mammon’s hand and kicking the bags in front of you before dragging Mammon back out the door. “Those are for you, by the way. Not that you deserve them, but they’re Mammon’s way of apologizing for all the things you accused him of the minute he set foot into the house. Have fun. We’re going to the castle and, if we’re lucky, to a real home.” 

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #mammon obey me #mammon #mammon avatar of greed #shall we date mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #tw angst

[julyarchives]

In The Dark

→ Pairing: Yuto x Reader

→ Genre: fluff.

→ Words:  1.8K

→ Contains: friends to lovers; confession; pinning; song lyrics

→ A/N: This is a very soft story and we absolutely loved to write it! Hope you guys like it as well!!! Special thank you to the person who requested it <3

Laying on your bed you checked your phone for the ninth time in five minutes, it was still past 1 a.m. and Yuto still didn't write back. Sighing, you opened a game on your phone and tried to distract yourself. Of course, it only worked for a few seconds before your mind drifted back to your best friend.

You and Yuto were best friends since you met at school and the bond you shared was something else, always together and sharing everything. Everything was perfect until you noticed your stomach turning in nervousness whenever you saw him laugh at something you said when you'd find excuses to touch him and would almost squeak when he took it as an invitation to hug or cuddle on your couch.

When you finally accepted you fell for your best friend, it was scary. Obviously, Yuto could never find out, you were sure it would break a beautiful friendship and it was better to have him around as a friend than not at all. So you tried to move on. You went on dates with a few guys but of course, it never worked out perfectly. They all had a main flaw, they were not Yuto. They couldn't make you smile like him, didn't understand you like him.

As you went on dates to forget Yuto, he also went out on dates, even if they were fewer than yours. But it hurt you to know that he was just following his life, his dates were for real and not just a means to an end like yours. Tonight was his third date with this cute girl from his music course. She was a good match for him, you couldn't deny that.

That's why you couldn't stop checking your phone, as Yuto said he'd text you after he got home to tell you all about it. It'd make you hurt more but he needed your support and you couldn't deny him anything. Sighing for the millionth time, you put your phone down for a few seconds to close your eyes briefly before opening your music app and choosing a very specific song to let out your feelings.

In THE DaRk by Bobby resonated in your bedroom, your speaker doing its job perfectly. You clicked on the repeat button in the app and put down your phone. Closing your eyes, the lyrics brokenly fell from your lips as you whispered it like a prayer, the only way to let your feelings out. Even knowing you had other friends to talk to, speaking about your feelings made it even more real, meaning it'd hurt more, so you chose to keep it a secret from everyone.

The song was halfway through its second repeat when the notification sound chimed into the song. You moved a bit too fast for your liking but oh well. Of course, it was Yuto checking in, saying the date went well but he wasn't home yet. You felt sad knowing he was probably with her still and turned the sound louder getting up to move to the beat.

You focused on the lyrics, blasting out the words you wished you could tell your best friend in the same moment he was with someone else. Your body swayed as you sang all about staying up at night with him in your mind, needing him to know you loved him, wishing there was a portal between your rooms so you could be together this very moment. Your phone made a ding sound once more and you picked it up from the bed, expecting it to be Yuto once again after you told him to tell you when he got home.

🎶Are you thinking of me at this dawn?

I wish therе was a continuous portal from my room to yours🎶

You stared at it for a few seconds, alarmed and confused that he sent you the same lyrics you just sang. The phone showed he was typing and you waited, getting more and more confused.

Nice song, Y/N. But don't you think it's a bit loud for this hour?

Not knowing how to answer, you just sent a few question marks and stared at the phone. How could he know all this if he was out with the girl?

Turn around

You moved a bit too fast and you almost tripped on your feet as you saw Yuto leaning against the doorframe, a cute smile on his lips. You quickly paused the song on your phone and he chuckled at your puzzled face.

"Giving me a spare key wasn't a good choice, was it?", his deep voice sounded almost as loud as the music was a few seconds before.

"What are you doing here?", you were glued to the floor. You weren't ready to hear him speak about this date with that pretty smile and shining eyes.

"I told you the date was fine but I didn't go home… thought you'd figure I'd come see you but suddenly there was a very loud Bobby music in the house", Yuto smiled widely, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

"I… I thought you were still with her", your voice faltered. You were too tired, too sad about his date and truly was expecting to cry yourself to sleep when he got home while listening to the same song that was on minutes ago.

"She wasn't my best friend", he said, hands in his pocket, standing in the middle of your room. "I wanted to come to see you".

"Why?", your voice was barely a whisper. You tried to recall if you said anything out loud while in your room, now scared you said something that could compromise your feelings for him.

"Can we…?", Yuto said, pointing at your bed briefly.

You nodded, moving the covers so you could lay down and still make room for him. He moved alongside you, laying down and naturally you both moved until you laid your head on his chest, him turning slightly sideways to hug you fully, his chin resting on top of your head.

"Can you play the song again?", he asked gently. You picked up your phone, staring at your wallpaper for a second. It was a silly picture you took with Yuto and he insisted you chose it as wallpaper. "Mine is just like yours", he said after noticing you staring at the picture, "you can imagine my date wasn't very fond of it", he chuckled.

You made sure to lower the volume of the song before playing it, Bobby's voice now as a background whisper. You felt your heart tightening at the mention of Yuto's date, imagining he'd be changing his wallpaper any time now. His voice suddenly filled the room, singing along the song.

"Shine, you shine on my existence

My night keeps getting longer

At night when everyone is asleep, I think of you

At this dawn, at this dawn

Shine, you shine on my existence

Tears are erased by my emotions

Add, add color to the world"

You joined in, even if you felt like his voice was heaven and yours wasn't a match. Yuto held you tighter when you began singing, thumbs now caressing your shoulders. You stayed that way for most of the song, only moving when he moved his head and hand, gently holding your chin to make you look up to him. He smiled and gently sang while looking into your eyes. On instinct you follow, head almost spinning but too entranced on him to move.

Even if I've confessed a hundred times inside my brain

I'm invisible to you

I could do better than anybody, anything for you

If I want you to feel the same way

That must be greedy, that'd probably be a chance to peek into heaven

'Cause you are angel

Your breath caught in your throat when Yuto moved, placing his forehead against yours. Your heart was beating fast and you were sure you were dreaming, your hands finding his shirt and holding it, almost as an anchor to reality. A lot of questions were clouding your mind but you couldn't speak, scared of breaking whatever this was.

"I ditched her", Yuto whispered, "I knew something was off since the first date but I gave her a chance". You closed your eyes, too scared to look at him. "She had everything I thought I wanted, everyone said so too".

"I know", you said a bit too fast. Maybe if you answered, he'd stop talking about her while being so close to you.

"But she still missed the most important trait I've been looking for without even knowing", his hand moved, touching the side of your face so you could look at him. "She wasn't you".

You opened your eyes in shock, breathing faster without even taking notice. By now you were sure even Yuto could hear your heart beating against your chest. Your mind acted before you could even process, desperate to not let the moment go away.

"You have no idea how much it pained me to see you go on dates that weren't me. How much I listened to this very song wishing I'd tell you how much I fall for you whenever you smile", once you finished speaking, you heaved, almost felt like you ran a marathon.

"Funny. I was about to say the same to you", Yuto chuckled. His forehead was still against yours and his breath tickled your nose. You were staring into his eyes, both of you smiling shyly. "I'm going to kiss you now, ok?", he said. Your smile grew wider, his warning making you shiver in anticipation.

Yuto moved slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull back. You met him halfway, lips connecting gently. You heard him sigh and your stomach flipped, you were as happy as you were nervous. His thumb moved in circles on your face, caressing it. Your lips moved against his after a few seconds, a chaste kiss, so gently but you felt years of pinning pouring into it and hoped he felt it.

When you parted, you couldn't contain a smile, and when you opened your eyes, Yuto had the same face, smiling at you in the sweetest way. He gave you a quick peck and settled on the bed more comfortably and you followed, holding him close. It was late and you could feel how tired you were.

"We'll talk when we wake up, is that alright?", his voice sounded as sleepy as you did.

"Of course. But I have one demand", you said, lazily supporting yourself on his chest to look at his face better. He hummed in answer, fingers playing with your hair. "That song has got to be our song now". Yuto chuckled loudly and you smiled at the sound, still feeling like you were dreaming.

"Of course, princess", he kissed you briefly again before settling back on the bed, "I wouldn't have it any other way". And with that you drifted to sleep, dreaming about a future that was sure to be near with your best friend and love, that now you knew loved you back.

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[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 31

First time reader click here

it's a mental breakdown *off-key kazoo*. One (1) incident of physical abuse from a parent. And Stephen Strange arc begins opening. Kind of angsty, but more of a filler chapter to resolve the parents-suck thing.

A couple of days was all it took for me to get back on my feet... Figuratively speaking. Neither Bruce nor Tony was particularly excited about me being up and about, I was carried to my desired destination point by one or the other on most occasions. Physically, my body grew tired very easily - I took a lot of sporadic naps throughout the day, more often than not falling asleep in someone's arms. Nobody minded, really - even Loki, who wasn't a touchy-feely person by any means, relented and acted as a body pillow for me when we crashed on the common room couch to catch up with the TV show episodes I'd missed.

Tony was very obviously on the verge of a nervous breakdown. During the few hours I had spent being chased by the Cursed Box Demon in my nightmares, all the leads towards the contractor proved to be cold. Natasha was the most irritated of them all - a late-night talk with Clint through the vent above my room revealed that she took it as a personal insult, unprepared for a simple merc to be so good at evading the world's most notorious spy.

Hulk kept taking over Bruce's body - eyes shining fluorescent green - at the times we were together, periodically clutching me to his chest with clumsy but careful movements. I pitied the mercenary should he encounter my gentle scientist - I didn't think Bruce would even attempt to hold back Mean Green. They seemed to have achieved some sort of symbiosis those days, switching between the two personalities in one body almost effortlessly. Circumstances aside, I was very happy that the tension and the persistent internal conflict inside Bruce had almost disappeared.

What made me upset was Strange. The sorcerer was behaving, well, strangely. He began avoiding all of us - his excuses of helping the search for the merc were flimsy, and Wong's long, deep sigh, when asked about the sorcerer's state of mind, spoke volumes. I suspected Stephen was either seething with anger or drowning himself in the sea of guilt; I had a hunch he was similar to Tony in a way that he hid his vulnerability behind an impenetrable wall of malice and sarcasm and dry wit.

Perhaps I was wrong. But the pent up frustration resulting from the conflict between my overactive brain and my uncooperative body had to blow - and my mother was the fire to my already short fuse. Somehow, she got ahold of the information that I was hurt indirectly because of the actions of the Avengers - and she had called the first available phone she found, which meant Pepper Potts got an earful of vitriol regarding Stark Industries, SHIELD, Tony, and everyone else, including my father. Stoic as she was, Pepper took it all with grace, replying politely to my mother until she hung up on the redhead.

Pepper placed an urgent call to Coulson immediately after that, making the already uncomfortable situation spiral into something truly disgraceful. It ended with strict orders for me to return home - not that anyone besides me and Coulson knew about it. I was a legal adult, I could choose to stay in the tower and my mother was told so on numerous occasions... Knowing her, I was well aware she wouldn't be above storming Tony's home with a small army of her lawyer friends.

Inwardly seething, melting with the anger sitting in the pit of my stomach like a sharp piece of ice, I managed to convince Tony to have Happy escort me home at the guise of gathering more necessities. Tony, being Tony, offered me to buy anything and everything I needed, but relented under my puppy-eyed pleading. It was getting harder and harder to lie to any of my men, the weight of it settling unpleasantly bitter on top of my already foul mood.

Happy grumbled in displeasure at being tailed by a nondescript black SUV - I knew SHIELD would have eyes on me 24/7 now, at least until they catch the rogue mercenary - but seemed to be happy at my general state of relative wellness in his own... Happy... way. Five-second side-grin and "Glad you're up and about, Princess," was probably the most I was going to get from the man who's nickname contradicted his personality. In my humble opinion, he should've been called Brick instead. He was built like a shit house, too.

The moment I stepped into the living room, wearing Wanda's spare sweats and Tony's hoodie, I took a slow look around the room and immediately knew this was it. Most of my anger had receded, courtesy of finally being able to get out of the tower and do something, but the ice in my stomach persisted. The smell of whiskey and cigarettes hit me like a wall, news playing on the TV doing very little to dissolve the viscid, tense silence.

"Sit down," My mother instructed me in the tone of voice she used on people in the courtroom - convicts, people who knowingly broke NDAs.

"I don't think so," I replied, refusing to give in to her bullying. I was being absolutely reckless, I knew it, and still it didn't stop me from standing up for my men. Logically speaking, it could have happened to me anyway, Avengers or not. The cursed box came along long before I'd even met Peter Parker or any of his rag-tag superhero friends.

"Fine," She turned around, steely eyes leveled on me. I was but a speck of dirt under her nails - for the first time in my life, I felt terrified of my mother. I knew what she was capable of. "Listen well, daughter of mine. I'm going to only repeat myself once," She started in that deceptively calm tone of hers. "You are to stop mingling with Stark and his... Company. Immediately. I do not want to hear any more of that Parker boy, either. You will not destroy your future and our family's legacy over some fling with a man twice your age. This little game has gone long enough and it's time for you to get back to reality."

The more she spoke, the higher my eyebrows rose. I was supposed to take orders from my own mother now? Something thin, something thin and crackling with electricity within me just snapped - like a live wire. The hairs on my nape stood up, goosebumps appearing all over my skin. "And what if I do not?" I asked, just as quietly.

I was not prepared for her reaction. One second, she was sitting on the couch and the other - my cheek was burning and my mother was standing over me, breathing the stench of alcohol and tobacco right in my face. I saw the whites of her eyes. "Then you are no daughter of mine. I did not raise you to be someone's cumrag and all this play-pretend scientist shit had to have ended in middle school. I hoped you'd grow up but apparently, you insist on being a baby," She was full-on screaming in my face, so rabid she was shaking.

All I could think of was... How wrong she was. How wrong she would be, her sad little world broken when she finds out just exactly how much I'm capable of. Long gone were the days where I timidly questioned my scientific contributions; thanks to my men - the same men she'd hated so much - I knew my value. I knew I could achieve the things that I wanted.

"If that is your choice, you have thirty minutes to get your shit and get lost. I will not have a whore of a daughter living under my roof," I had missed a good part of her rant; most likely, it consisted of nothing but meaningless insults anyway. After she'd finished, she gave me a shove towards the stairs.

It didn't bother me as much as it should, I think. My cheek smarted and somewhere deep inside, I knew that the eerie calm that had settled over me wasn't normal - on the surface, I felt only relief. The things I suspected all along, finally came to light - she didn't even perceive me as a human being, I was no more than a means to her end. A tool. A thing.

The waterworks started when I frantically shoved most of the shit I could fit in my three suitcases. Upset as I was, my scatterbrain did me a favor that time and I gathered most of the important things. Notebooks full of my research - projects that my mother had called a child's game, projects that could be patented in a week, add a tweak or two. With sudden clarity, I realized I needed none of her money. None of her... At all. In short, I was emotionally all over the place and at the end of it... None of it made sense.

I threw the credit cards with her name on them on the coffee table as I hauled out my suitcases, not sparing the bitch a glance. She was equally quiet, boring into my back with those steely eyes of hers. I felt my skin peel under her stare. In my distraught state, hauling and dumping the suitcases in my car was quick work. Detaching the house key and tossing the last things that connected me to her house on the floor at her feet was a spur of the moment decision; my mother was right, to some extent, and I still had childish tendencies. "You had no right to call yourself my mother in the first place. All you were was an egg donor with more money than you could make sense of. Enjoy your hoard, you damned dragon," I seethed, seeing her frozen in place with her arms crossed and chin held high.

Some part of me hoped she would apologize. That naïve, childish part - I knew my mother and I knew myself, and the trait that we shared was stubbornness. I sped out of the estate without ever looking back, driving aimlessly for a while until the honking coming from drivers around me began reaching alarming levels of volume; tears began flowing down my face at some point, all but obscuring my vision. I parked in the nearest place I could find, in front of a Waffle House out of all places.

Crying in a Waffle House parking lot, how pathetic was that. Logically, I knew at least five people had my back: Tony and Bruce, who surprisingly loved me back; Loki, who had become strangely clingy after my declaration - clingy in the best way. Together with Wanda and Peter, they made my heart warm and my eternally racing brain feel calm and safe.

I called my dad, he didn't pick up. I don't know what I expected of the man, but any and all remnants of my respect for him shattered, breaking into tiny little pieces as I helplessly banged my fists against the steering wheel in a fit of desperate rage. One look in the mirror and my already ashen complexion was made worse by red, puffy eyes and the blooming bruise on my cheek where my mother had slapped me. It was the first time she'd laid a hand on me; I wanted to throw up.

I sat in the car until my breathing slowed; completely and utterly clueless as to what to do. I had no home of my own, three suitcases worth of clothes and research that was useless without a lab to run experiments in, my car, and a small trust fund in my name. The recent incident with the curse box had left me mentally drained as it was, now, I could surely say that my head was empty: no thoughts.

And throughout it all, Stephen's avoidance crossed my mind. As if the self-loathing wasn't enough, as if my own blood, the people who were supposed to care for me, rejecting and ignoring me wasn't strong enough of a blow... The sorcerer's avoidance raised more anger within me. I didn't know why but the thought of him made me want to cry and seethe once again.

Logic gone out of the window, I typed in the Sanctum's address into my GPS with shaking fingers, figuring that if he wasn't willing to do the legwork, I will come to him myself and clarify things for all at once. The mixed signals were just a cherry on top of my sky-high problem sundae.

I banged on the door and it flew open immediately, a surprised sorcerer quickly turning concerned and panicky, noticing my general state of appearance. I was still wearing the same clothes and my hair was in disarray, my face looking somewhere between a coke bender and a manic episode.

"You," I stated darkly, taking a deep breath. "You need to tell me what the fuck is wrong with me and reject me, so I can move on already. And you," I poked the man in the chest, right above the fancy eye-shaped necklace, "Need to stop it with the mixed signals. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Whatever you are doing, STOP IT," My voice involuntarily raised in pitch from all those emotional rollercoasters I've been on that day. "Get back to being normal. Let me fucking live," I finished my tirade as the man stared at me, frozen and open-mouthed.

"I..." He stammered, eyeing me with concern. "What in the multiverse happened to you? What..?" He was so confused, pulling out his phone the moment I bailed my fists.

"My mother threw me out, my father doesn't give a fuck about me, apparently I'm a cheap whore with delusions of grandeur. You're avoiding me and everybody is waiting for me to blow up," I screeched, all but vibrating in my spot. "This is me blowing up. I want answers!" I demanded.

Strange recoiled from me, frowning and pocketing his phone. A deep sigh left him, the kind that made his whole body sag. He ran a careful hand through his hair before looking away and slowly pulling me against his chest, the door shutting behind me and keeping the cold out. I hadn't even noticed I was freezing; my feet were wet from the NYC winter slush and mud.

Stephen's embrace was warm and tender; I wanted to lean into it and push him away at the same time. I was so messed up, it was embarrassing. There was nothing acceptable about this situation - I felt guilty as soon as his face fell.

"Jesus Christ, baby," He mumbled quietly. "Sounds like you had one hell of a day. Let's go, I'll put on some tea," He rubbed soothing circles on my back, something that confused me - I just had stormed in and dumped a bucket of bile right on top of his head.

"I should go," I mumbled, yet had no real strength to move away from him.

"You're not going anywhere. I suppose I need to explain myself, too," He sighed, and despite his obvious discomfort, picked me up, letting my limbs to wrap around his torso like a monkey. I was careful to keep my weight off his hands, even if the trip to the fireplace room was short. As soon as I was placed onto the couch and my shoes were removed, Cloaky drifted over from a dark corner, urging me to take off my soggy hoodie, and wrapped itself tightly around me.

Turns out, semi-sentient cloaks were quite warm.

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[shini--chan]

Okay, I've been wracking my brain to think of an ask for you because I know your writing is fire, and I don't want to waste it! If the mood strikes you, can you write a little yandere Levi in a universe of your choosing or constructing? I'm sort of interested to see how you imagine him as a yandere 😊

Thx, fam!

As I told you once before, this is the ask that almost made me forfeit my principal of answering asks chronologically. :P

So, this will be my usual mix of headcanons and Imagines if you don’t mind, since I have a lot of thoughts on this man and just don’t want to stumble into the snare of writing a full length story … yet.

I’ ll also keep this general, since the universe any Levi fic is set in just changes the nuances, and not fundamental character traits.

Also, I have to remark that it is already too late for me - I’m hip deep in academia.  

Yandere Levi Ackerman  

Captain Levi is a very orderly person, it is part of his lifestyle and how he interacts with others and himself. It is something he is really strict about and he wouldn’t tolerate anything less than perfect hygiene in a lover. To him, there is nothing less disgusting than poor body hygiene and should you start slacking off in anyway when it comes to taking care of yourself, a very fundamental aspect, then he won’t shy away from taking matters in his own hands.

You gasped as a bucket of water was frigidly emptied over head and you threw yourself out as your bed, expecting your assailant to have lunged onto you, should you have remained there.

Instead, he was standing right in front of you.

Somewhat shyly, you looked up into Levi’s pale face and sneered at the accursed object that he was holding in his hand. He sneered right back at you, the corners of his lips curled slightly upwards in disgust. A rather uncommon display of extreme emotion on his part, for being a commonly stoic man.

“Get up!”, he curtly barked to which you stiffly groaned. Sloppily, you got up, still groggy from being rudely awoken and not in the best mood because of it. The water running in rivulets down your body and made your sleep wear cling to your skin didn’t help either.

“What was that for?”, you whined, completely oblivious as to why he was being so imperious to you. What had you done to warrant such poor treatment?

“Don’t get cheeky now, little brat. You didn’t shower last night and went all sweaty to bed. You deserved what I did to you now.”

Him being orderly isn’t restricted to personal cleanliness, it is also about how disciplined a person is with themselves. Having had to live in harsh environments for his whole life, he is a firm believer in pulling yourself up by your own bootstraps. That also means that should you suffer from any mental disorder, trauma induction or not, he wouldn’t be very understanding. Not that he wouldn’t be concerned about your broken state of mind, rather he wouldn’t see how being kind and coddling you would fix it.

“You know brat, if you would stop sulking and feeling sorry for yourself, your life would start getting damn better”, he snarled at your cowered form.

Hunched over the table, you had elected to grab a beer to numb the pain that was ravaging your heart. Watching people die never became easy, especially when they were close to you.

“Just leave me alone”, you begged and raised the tankard to your mouth again. Yet before the wooden rim could touch your lips, it was shamelessly ripped away from you. Levi’s sharp grey eyes were honed on you, the fire of anger dancing in them. Just why did he have to play judge now of all times?

“No, you look like shit and you’re talking shit. Moping around wouldn’t make anything better you idiot. You need to your act together, not get piss drunk.” 

Furthermore, he needs to be in control. As soon as he feels like his vice-like grasp over reality is slipping, he does what all people do that are losing their power – he scrambles to re-attain it. And he doesn’t hesitate to utilize violence. On top of that he sees respect given, as power given, so he demands the piety that his position ought to give him.  It doesn’t matter that you’re his lover, if anything you ought to give him his due. Rows with him are literally the worst – be prepared to be swept of your feet! 

Roughly, you were slammed against the wall in a manner that knocked the wind out of your lungs with a crude sound. It was followed by a gasp as your ears rang from your skull having banged against the stone and your muscles and bones ached.

“What did you just say?”, Levi snarled, a rare look of utter rage on his handsome face. You knew it was a rhetorical question, he had heard you the first time around. But you were too steep in your own anger to not push your luck.

“Don’t be like that, darling”, you spat the last word as if it were poison in your mouth. Warranted actually, since you had been coerced and tricked into this relationship. “I said that maybe you should take a leave out of your superior’s book because all your shortcomings make you unbearable to be a runt. Somehow, I doubt that would work, though – you’ll always remain a sewer rat at heart.”

A wrong move – those handsome features contorted to something utterly ghastly.

“You know we wouldn’t have such problems if you could control that attitude of yours. And if you would show me respect”, he hissed as he pressed you further against the wall, so that you were sandwiched between stone and muscles to a painful degree. The hands grasping you by the front of your clothing didn’t help either.

Lips twisting into a snarl of your own, you countered: “Respect is supposed to be earned, Captain. I will only respect you if you respect me.” You were really insistent on digging yourself your own grave, weren’t you?

“You’re much prettier if you keep that mouth of yours shut.

“Consider the feeling to be mutual, brat. Why should I give you any respect if you won’t give me any? And remember, I’m above you, so I don’t owe you anything. You owe me the world.”

Levi also has a strict set of rules that he expects you to follow to the dot. A fair warning, however, he may change the one or the other spontaneously and not inform you of it until you’re bent over his desk. Also, it is common knowledge that he endorses corporal punishment and celebrates pain as a prim method to install discipline. He really thinks that bad behaviour can be beat out of somebody. He is also exceptionally cruel with his punishments. This can be traced back to how he was desensitized to violence at a relatively early age and revels in have people submit to him.

You had barely set foot in his study when he looked up from his paperwork and ordered you: “Come over here, and bend over the desk.”

Shocked by his harsh words, you nevertheless complied. You knew that resistance would only make matters worse. Still, as you bend over and pressed your cheek against the cool oak you asked: “What did I do wrong this time?”

Briefly, he stopped rummaging through the chest that stood by the window and glanced over his shoulder.

“Are you serious? Don’t you already know? And I though you weren’t so goddamn stupid”, he snapped.

Finally, having found what he was searching for, he turned towards you again. There was a semi-bored expression gracing his visage as he drawled: “I told you a thousand times before, pet. When you are finished with your afternoon chores you are to come directly to me. No chit-chat with somebody else, no fooling about and yet you disobey me again and again. Your ears really are just for decoration.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he carelessly cut you off: “I don’t care if they are your friends, you don’t need them. You just need me.”

Upon that you fell silent and closed your eyes in hopelessness as you waited for your punishment to commence. When do pain came after a minute of silence you dared to open your eyes and glance back.

Seeing that you were focused on him, Levi cleared his throat as if to say “Aren’t you forgetting something?” Then you remember and with a great amount of shame you bared your bottom and meekly requested: “Please Levi, my love, spank me thoroughly.”

As usual, it sickened you that he made you ask to be punished. It was his way of normalizing and justifying his abuse. And conditioning you.

A dark chuckle rumbled in his throat as he grabbed you by the nap as he pressed you against his desk. “There is a good little pet”, he whispered as leather made contact with your supple flesh. 

This man has a difficult time warming up to people. All the agony of losing those that meant the world to him repeatedly has caused him to become cold and reserved. That means that in his mind, you should view it as a privilege that you are the love of his life. Because of that, he won’t accept rejection. Also, since he hasn’t had somebody really close to him in ages, he will be very clingy and overprotective. The world has the habit of robbing him, so you won’t allow you to be stolen as well. Not to forget that he is a man of action – being passive or also relying on words to solve situations just isn’t his style. 

Your skin was on fire due to his ministrations, or rather because of the disgust they evoked. The arm around your waist that pressed you against him made you want to claw at his skin and his lips against the tender skin of your neck made you want to throttle him.

Yet you knew that it was just wishful thinking. Engaging in such protest would be futile since he was stronger and quicker than you.

“Look here Levi, I told you…”, you tried to reason with him but he just silenced your objection:

“Shush, sweetheart. Don’t ruin the moment.”

Then he resumed kissing your neck and collar bone, sometimes tugging at your skin with teeth in order to cause bruises. You tensed as his free hand snaked down your leg and hooked itself under your knee.

The captain is a military man and fairly intelligent. He knows how to deal with an enemy, how to assess their strengths and weaknesses and how to keep them contained. And also, how to best combat them and capture them. He really is the worst opponent you could meet on the battlefield.

So how to evade him? You take him off the battlefield, place him in a situation where aggression can’t help him achieve his goals. He is a military man, as said before, so he is accustomed to low context communication – words must be direct, and you must mean what you say so that they are no muck-ups. Little conversation and more orders and demands. Levi doesn’t have a silver tongue to begin with, quite the contrary actually.

That means he cares a bit for codes, since they are of use to him in his branch of expertise. But he cares little for symbolism since he has categorised that as sappy nonsense reserved for romantics. So, you have an avenue to express yourself that he won’t catch up on unless somebody explicitly told him what it meant. Consider yourself lucky, it is exactly this that will prevent you from going insane.

“Flowers? Again?”, he gruffly asked.

It made you look up from the novel you were reading to see him eyeing the tansy and peonies that you had placed in a vase on the nightstand.

You had to suppress a smirk and work to keep the self-satisfaction out of your voice as you meekly inquired: “They are there to give a bit more colour to the room. I can always put them away if you want.”

You were being obedient to him for a change and that was why he decided to allow you a few luxuries. Besides, since you were so affectionate in the past two months, why shouldn't he return it with gestures of his own.

“Keep them. I’ll just never understand why you like them so much”, he answered and then stalked over to the bathroom. Of course he would never comprehend it, with his spartan and austere tastes, just like you would never understand that the small yellow flowers meant ‘I declare war on you!’ or that the orange lilies that had been there a few days ago actually proclaimed your hatred for him.

Hopefully, he would never find out.

Intelligence doesn’t automatically mean that he is omnipotent or that he is an all-powerful overlord. It just means that he is quick to comprehend tactics and strategies and devise his own. He isn’t immune to mistakes. So, when he ropes you in, in his games, you have to play a wholly different game of your own if you want to get out. Military, remember? There are many walks of life that he is unfamiliar with, many possibilities for you to escape his clutches that he wouldn’t even account for.

Giddily, you smiled at yourself in the mirror. You barely recognized yourself, with all the paint and heavy cloth that decorated your body. Levi didn’t either, just how it was supposed to be.

You had spotted him in the audience as you had pranced about the stage, looking very disgruntled at not having you by his side or locked up in his quarters. Even you had heard the rumours of how a few days ago he had flown into a frenzy, searching high and low for something.

You were one of the few that knew it was someone and that someone was you. Knowing him as well as you did, you made the fair guess that he also wasn’t here by his own volition, rather his comrades had dragged him here in an attempt to distract him.

And you also knew that had looked everywhere he presumed you to be – in the forest, somewhere tucked away in his estate, in the taverns and at the city borders and at the docks. Just not amongst the theatre troop.

That would probably stay that way, and you could use the opportunity to escape him.  

Adding to the fact that he is bad at expressing himself like a normal human being, he is also very emotional underneath that stoic veneer. In combat situations, he has an outlet for all his pent-up emotions. Else you have to suffer his outbursts and mood swings. Nonetheless, the world isn’t a gigantic battlefield and if the right buttons are pushed, he could lose it at exactly the wrong time and place. Levi would lose badly at the game favoured in the royal courts of provoking-the-other-until-they-embarrass-themselves.

Levi was very close to unleashing his unholy rage and as a precaution, you had taken to stepping out of range. While you found the whole situation very amusing, you didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire.

“…however, since you come short on some things, I don’t expect you to understand that. Should I repeat what I said, in bitesize chunks  so that you don’t lag behind this time”, the nobleman prattled while he looked down on your “lover”.

Said man pressed through gritted teeth: “You filthy swine, go stuff all your pretty words up your ass.”

The noble emitted a fake gasp and murmured aghast: “You really are so crass. The rumours of you being a dwarf barbarian are true.”

That was the last straw for Levi. In the following minutes, a small crowd gathered to see what the commotion was all about and it ended in the guards having to restrain him. Really, it was hypocritical of the Ackerman to threaten you about causing a scene when he was the one prone to temper tantrums.

#yandere levi #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere snk #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere levi x reader #my writing #yandere levi ackerman

[autisticoddity]

What was the process like, getting diagnosed with autism as a young adult? I'm a teen but I'm looking to get diagnosed when I can :> (which unfortunately won't be until I'm an adult bc Parents 😬)

great question! i feel this deserves some good detail, so warning, this is a long one!

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It can go a few different ways, depending on where you live, and how good the mental health resources near you are, but for me, it was pretty easy. once i was confident about my suspicions, the first step was mentioning to my general family doctor during an appointment (doesn't have to be an appointment specifically for that, you can mention it during a checkup or a follow up for something else if you have some time afterwards) that i had suspicions i was autistic, and wanted to be evaluated.

she didn't ask questions really, just gave me a referral to a psychiatrist who could diagnose me, and wrote down the number in my appointment summary. (in some cases they can schedule the appointment for you, or in some cases in less supported areas, they may not have a referral, in which case you’ll need to find a psychiatrist who has experience with autism on your own, which you can find online)

the next part was the most, and really the only stressful part, scheduling, (make sure you have/know your insurance info before making the call) i just called the number, told them i got a referral from my doctor for an autism evaluation, and they walked me through setting up an appointment, only took a few simple questions.

a few weeks later, i went to my appointment. for this, you might want to come prepared, if only mentally. before your appointment, make sure to do some research, learn what traits of autism you display, and how they effect you. this can be stimming habits(any action you frequently do to give yourself mental stimulation, this can be anything from repetitive motions, rocking, random sounds/words, teething, or feeling specific textures with your fingers, for the purpose of emotional regulation or to help focus, i’ll go more in-depth on stimming later.) social difficulties, any triggers you may have, childhood signs you may have showed, emotional experiences such as if you have meltdowns or anxiety attacks and if so, what happens when you do, or on the opposite side, if you feel your emotions are less intense than most, and also if you have any strong or long-lasting special interests, such as a fandom, study subject, or hobby you are enthusiastically into. you dont absolutely need to know these things, but it will make it much easier to diagnose you, and help you feel more prepared for your appointment.

i feel it’s important to clarify though, while these are some of the more common, identifiable traits of autism, none of these exact traits i’ve mentioned are absolutely necessary to have in order to “count” as autistic, there is an incredible amount of variety in the ways autism can present, the many “symptoms” it can cause, and how different people are effected by the symptoms they experience, though i think the most common denominator between Autistics in my experience is just feeling like your brain works much differently than most people.

regardless of what traits you have, and how severely you experience them, visually obvious or seemingly small, your suspicions of autism can be and very often are still extremely valid. because it’s often right, many ASD communities recognize self diagnosis as being just as valid as a clinical diagnosis, and even if you aren’t autistic, getting properly evaluated will help you to understand yourself better. so there’s no shame in checking!

anyway, at the appointment, before you go in, they’ll have you fill out a questionnaire or two, mainly about your mental health, medical history, and social behaviors. then, you’ll go into the psychiatrist’s little office, and they’ll ask you about all these different traits i mentioned, it’ll be a lot of questions, but there’s no wrong answers. they’ll let you explain things you believe are related or feel wasn’t covered yet, and then they’ll check a few things about you physically, such as your reflexes, how your eyes track a moving point, other simple tests, and then they’ll test a few mental things like memory, and your ability to explain/understand the meaning of common sayings like “two birds with one stone.”

the appointment usually last about an hour, if you have a parent you feel comfortable with, it can be helpful to bring them as they can provide info about how others view your behavior, and details about your childhood, however it isn’t necessary. at the end, for me, the psychiatrist left for a moment to finish up my papers, and came back with the appointment summary, including my official Autism Spectrum Disorder diagnosis, and she told me a bit more about high functioning autism. she gave me some resources such as autism friendly education programs, good books about autism, and other helpful information/support, and said we’d have a follow up in a year to see how things are going. and that was it!

getting diagnosed was a very validating experience for me, and is a big step towards truly understanding yourself and your identity! if you’re a teen and want to get an appointment on your own, make sure to check your local laws on scheduling appointments, in some places you can schedule your own at 16, though the information is still sent to the parents usually, so be careful!

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Thank you so much for the question, Anon! hope my answer was helpful!

-if you have any other questions about autism, send me an ask! :D

#autism #autistic adult #possibly autistic #actually autistic #advice #mental health #send me asks #ask #self diagnosed autism #diagnosis

[coldtomyflash]

Weird question, and it's perfectly okay if "I don't know" is your answer: How did you manage to do grad school AND finish writing so many good fics? I'm writing the lit review for my dissertation right now, and I want to finish several WIPs I have (if nothing else, just to prove to myself that I can), but it just feels like I can barely do either, much less both. Any advice at all?

Ah, no worries! It’s not that odd a question. Actually, someone’s asked me before ^^;  My reply to them at the time was here. No need to read it, but it’s some context? 

My reply now that my head is in a healthier place is... long and winding and not actually full of that much advice but eh, I rambled as I do. If you just want the advice, scroll all the way down and it’s there. 

For starters, I’m not a normal comparison point. This isn’t to pat myself on the back, but for a variety of reasons, writing is something that comes really naturally to me. I’ll detail those reasons, but before I get into that, the point I’m illustrating here is that... sometimes I think people compare themselves to how much I wrote and what else I accomplished in that time and think “hey cool - that is a function human! Why can’t I do that?” And the answer is short answer is that my brain is programmed for pretty much one thing, and that thing is writing writing, and holy crap I was the opposite of a functional human when writing that much and that quickly.

The long answer is - 

I’ve been making up stories literally as long as I can remember. I spent my childhood consuming stories. I taught myself to read and was during school I was consistently reading about 8 grade levels above my reading level, and loved learning about narrative structure. I annoyed the shit out of my older brother by reading the same book series as he read, but guessing plot points that were going to happen either in that book or else 2-3 books out. he didn’t get how I would just know and I’d be like “it’s obvious - that’s where the story has to go!” Because I was imagining it in my head - what i would do with it, where it would go, where it had to go. Closing the page mid0chapter and imagining the next-scene, and then picking back up to see how right or wrong I was.

And I had a best friend for most of my childhood through to early adulthood with whom I made stories. Every weekend, creating narratives together, not writing them down but basically roleplaying them by talking them out (voices and all, it was a heck of a lot of fun, as much as it made me pretty much the nerdiest teen in existence). We tried to write a novel when we were 12, got about 7 chapters in. We had a lot of starts and stops on other stories too.

Which isn’t said to stroke my own ego, it’s said to highlight that I have a metric fuckton of explicit and implicit practice at storytelling. It was and sort of is my “whole life”. I also had teachers that helped me develop storytelling skills, and was really freaking lucky to go to a school with an AP program for English that seriously stretched my ability to write fast. We had to write an essay every single class, during class, and have it finished by the end of class (or in less time if we had lecture stuff to go over too) in my last year of high school. The essays could be creative response (i.e., short stories). I wrote a short story almost every week in the space of an hour when I was 17. By the time I got to the end of year final and actually got to use a computer and type that shit instead of hand-cramping halfway through, I somehow managed to write the two-essay final in the allotted 3 hours and, i shit you not, had a wordcount of 6000 words. 

That’s still my record. It was probably a dumpster fire but I got 100% probably for sheer volume.

Anyway that was over a decade ago, but the whole reason this life story is pertinent is because - 

I have practice. The only way to improve at anything, to get faster at it, for it to ease, is to practice. Practice at storytelling, practice at having to set a scene using just words sitting in my BFF’s room and trying to describe the image I had in my head for how I wanted her to see the scene as it was playing out. Practice at writing fast and getting feedback on how to write. Practice implicitly at trying to imagine what routes stories can take. Practice taking stories apart and piecing them back together, in my head, all the time.

So that’s part of it. 

The other part, and this is what I said in my previous post, was depression. I was seriously fucking burnt out and depressed when I started writing coldflash fic, and grad school took a huge toll on my mental health. It’s easier to write when you’re doing it to procrastinate working on your dissertation, and easier to keep writing when you get positive feedback and it feeds those lovely dopamine gremlins in your brain who aren’t getting any positive validation from grad school because holy damn that shit is hard.

I had no balance in my life for a long time. It wasn’t good. I went to counselling. I got more balance. Fic slowed down. Still finished, but not 120k words in 3 months (that was the pace when I started fic writing...jfc I don’t know how I managed.) Life got harder. Fic was now harder to write. I got more counselling. Fic was easier to write. I moved around the world. Fic got harder to write. I started anti-depressants. Narratives now seem to be flowing again. 

Regardless of the state of my mental health though, I’ve never written as much as quickly as I did during the middle of grad school. And I think that’s because I was very narratively pent up when I started writing fic. I had been so busy and pushing myself so damn hard in grad school that I didn’t make almost any time for stories, for fic, for imagining my own stories. I was suppressing that side of myself in the service of Focus. So when I burnt out, my narrative side rebounded and said “fuck that noise, I still exist, and we’re making space for me”. It took over. I came literally a hair’s breadth from quitting my PhD post candidacy. Idk what type of program you’re in, but business schools in North America? It’s a 5 year PhD typically, and I was at the end of year 3 and eyeing the door.

Anyway - I say all that because - 

I am not a good example and you should not do what I did. Finishing that many long WIPs that quickly wasn’t healthy, and was only possible because I didn’t do much else at the time, and had a lifetime of practice and a narrative rebound to make it even possible. 

But - 

My actual advice?

1) Practice. Practice. Practice. 

Not all at once, but everything counts. Daydreaming counts. Watching shows and thinking of how they could be improved counts. Talking out story ideas with friends counts. Just make it fun. Practice is something we think of as arduous and annoying. Learning new words is practice. Meeting new people and considering their traits is practice. Everything can be practice for writing. All the research you do can be practice for writing. (Random note: a childhood coping mechanism for anxiety that I had was to narrate what I was doing to myself in my head in the 3rd person. Like telling a story of myself walking to gym class in my own head. That was also practice.)

2) Have fun with it! 

Don’t making writing an obligation. Then it’s another thing on the list of things you avoid. Finishing stories often feels like an obligation. I’m going through this right now with Needs Must. It can be hard to complete a WIP because you start to have internal anxieties about disappointing readers, not living up to expectations, exhaustion from that narrative, distraction / temporary loss of interest (which is normal! and not actually a bad thing!). All of that then makes you feel guilty, which makes it impossible to get into a creative space to write. You can’t work on the thing you’re avoiding.

3) It’s okay to give your WIPs breathing space. 

When you hit a wall, you may need to set it aside and read it again in a month with fresh eyes. You may need to treat your story like someone else’s story. That’s, again, literally where I’m at right now with Needs Must. I just reread a bunch of it and hadn’t really forgotten the details but once they’re on the page they’re out of my head, and so taking some time before going back to reread it made it easier for me to think of like I think of every other story: “what would I do next with this? Oh that’s a twist, that needs to come back later. There’s a theme here, we’ve seen that three times. What’s the best ending I, as a reader now, can imagine for this?”

If avoidance, guilt, and/or writer’s block aren’t your issue, and it’s literally just down to time management - 

4) Your graduate degree is more important than your WIPs. 

Your WIPs aren’t going anywhere, they don’t have a deadline, and your readers will wait for you, and new ones will find you. Time management is an essential, awful, part of being an academic. 

I get more done, both at work and creatively on fic, when I’m just a bit too busy, but that’s me. Figure out what is optimal for you, and do it. When do you get the most writing done? When you’re relieved? When you’re anxious? Late at night? First thing in the morning? When does it flow? When won’t it ruin your graduate career?

(Seriously I was writing fic at work last week and was kicking myself. I don’t have time for that shit! Set boundaries on your time!)

But full serious here, graduate school is exhausting, and almost inherently de-motivating, and even the best damn students eye the door a lot of the time, even if they do finish. It’s stressful and you feel constantly powerless. It’s a lot to need to cope with. I found writing to be a way to cope. That lit review you’re working on? Yeah, it’s zapping your time and energy. That’s normal (unfortunately). And it’s good to give yourself breaks from that to write. Don’t feel guilty for taking time here and there for yourself - to write, or to not write. To relax, unplug, unwind. To close your eyes and daydream (if you’re me) or have a bubble bath (if you’re my sister), or do whatever helps you honestly, genuinely destress. The best thing you can do for both writing and for graduate school is to take breaks and take time for yourself. There is actual science on the importance of breaks, and academics are fucking notorious for putting too much pressure on themselves to actually relax.

5) If you’re burnt out and/or depressed - seek help! 

Most universities have resources for mental health! Talk to a doctor! Don’t put too much stress and pressure on yourself! Almost half of grad students are mentally ill at some point!

6) Talk out your stories with friends! 

I know I already said this under “practice” but having a fandom friend to bounce ideas with and cheer you on is amazing and essentially. I was in constant contact with Bealeciphers when I started writing, and now I have a different friend who’s helped me the past couple years with writing and developing my stories. Mostly they cheer me on, and when I’m stuck, I tell them where the story is going and what I need help with. But honestly, writing doesn’t need to happen in a vacuum and doesn’t need to be you hunched over a laptop in the dark all alone and staring blankly at a screen (I’m definitely not projecting here, no siree). It’s amazing how motivating it is and how much it can help you stay on track to check in regularly with other writing friends!

7) Pick your battles.

You say you have a... couple(?) of WIPs? How many are you juggling? Is it too many? Do you need to set one (or two??) aside? When my steam was slowly and AATJS and Tumbling Together started to feel like a chore, I set TT aside and took a month break from AATJS then dived right back into AATJS (with the help of the friend mentioned above, cheering me on) because I knew it would be the harder one to finish, and the one that I feared I’d never finish if I put it aside too long. I tackled the biggest hurdle first. If that’s the type of thing for you, I recommend it. Pick the story that’s either the most or least likely to get finished, and focus your energy there.

Another battle-picking thing here? It’s okay to outsource. I’m terrible for not using a proofreader beta. It’s a weird control thing, despite the fact that I love people pointing out typos in my works so I can freaking fix them. The point here is: don’t be like me. If you suck at finding your own typos, use a beta or proofreader. My writer friend who helps me helps when I get stuck. I help them when they need feedback on specific scenes and tones, and I’ve recently discovered they hate editing (I love editing) so this entertains me to no end. Just - you don’t have to do it all yourself. If you feel like you do, see points 5 and 6 again.

Aaaannnddd that’s that. Whew. I just spent... wow, too long on this. I spent as much time on this as I did on my own grad student’s lit review I was providing feedback on today ^^; #whoops 

#redhead vs. writing #long post #long post for ts #phyn rambles #writing advice #depression tw #ask to tag #Anonymous

[mo-art-please]

So I'm not so great at Tumblr and I don't understand the @ and hashtag signs (I know it as the pound sign) so forgive me. Here is my finished version of Adam from #thewayhavenchronicles

I'm usually a Nate or Mason fan but I recently fell in love with Adam. I think I may do a portrait series of the characters now that I have Krita (Photoshop died on me) and my tablet (even though the pen pressure doesn't work *sigh*).

---(Fan drabble time!)---

TITLE: The Nightmare

FROM: The Wayhaven Chronicles (LI: Adam du Mortain)

Ring....

Ring...

I bite my lip. Looks like Felix isn't back from patrol yet.

Ring...

"This is Agent du Mortain."

"Adam?" I can't help the surprise in my voice when the Unit Bravo leader answers the main phoneline at the Warehouse. Just my luck that the man I was smitten with would have picked up.

I had expected it to be Felix, who had become my 'phone buddy' since returning to Wayhaven and out of the Agency's Facility. He had a way of taking over a conversation and turning my moods around for the better using his wild expressions in his thick New Orleans accented draw. With his exuberant stories and quick wit he usually had me laughing in no time.

But Felix didn't answer this time. Adam did.

As silence reigned between us, I was quickly beginning to regret calling in the middle of the night. Butterflies and uncertainty quickly began to flutter around in my stomach at the sound of his deep, masculine voice. It was a voice that had my body acting on its own causing my brain to go numb of thought.

Luckily, it wasn't just me shocked by the random late night call. Adam was quiet on the other side, stunned into silence as well I assumed. "Detective, why are you calling at such an hour? Your human body needs sleep." Obviously Adam had recovered before me.

I nervously plucked my comforter with my fingers in the dark of my bedroom. It all seemed silly now that I had Adam on the phone. The nightmare I experienced was haunting; more of a memory of the torture I endured under Murphy's experiments. I'm not sure why I called the Unit Bravo headquarters. Maybe it was because no one else knew what I had gone through? I had hoped Felix would answer like usual and prattle on about random fancies to make me forget but instead the man that made my skin flush and my heart stutter had picked up the call.

Quickly I tried to backpedal as I nervously wrung my sheets in my hand. "Oh, sorry Adam, never mind it's nothing."

"Why is your voice trembling?" Quick as always and sharp as a tack Adam picked up the quivering of my voice, still unsettled by my dream. Sometimes it was unfair how intuned Vampires' senses were. "Are you in danger? I'm on my way--"

"No, no...nothing like that. Just forget I called," I could already imagine Adam charging through the night and breaking down my apartment door in mere minutes if he thought I was in trouble. "It's nothing, really. Don't worry Adam I'm fine, it was only a dream."

Silence invaded the phone call for a second time. I could just visualize Adam trying to figure out why a dream would have me upset. A 'human' trait I'm sure he wasn't too versed in.

I could hear the ticking from my grandfather clock in the living room through my bedroom door as it counted the quiet that had become our conversation. The world surrounding me seemed to hold its breath. Finally, unable to stand the silence I decided to hang up, although reluctantly. Part of me wanted to hear Adam's voice. The strong, self assured tone always had a calming effect on me but luck didn't seem to be on my side tonight.

"Well goodnight Adam--"

"Do you want to talk about it?" Adam's thick British accent and strong tone cut me off. I dropped the blanket I had been squeezing in shock. I opened and closed my mouth trying to find the words to say. Had he really asked me that?

"I...Ummm...Well... " I was having a hard time believing what I heard and my attempts of making a coherent sentence was lacking.

"The dream was about Murphy, wasn't it?" Adam's voice became hushed yet soft, like a gentle whisper into the line that he didn't want anyone else in Unit Bravo to hear. It almost sounded affectionate if it hadn't been Adam's words.

I sighed, my shoulders dropping as I moved the phone to my other ear. "Yes." I almost felt guilty in acknowledging Adam's question. It was something we didn't talk about. Adam had been there when Murphy took me on that rainy day. It was a memory both of us wanted to forget.

I let the quiet once again take over our conversation as I wiped the streaks of tears that were drying against my cheeks. I could almost feel the burning in my veins, the coldness of the table I was strapped to, Murphys voice echoing in my head unpleasantly like nails on a chalkboard...I gripped the side of my head and squeezed as if I could squash the traumatic memory out. A whimpering sob must have escaped.

"I'm coming over. Wait for me."

All I could do was nod, no longer aware Adam could not see the gesture through the phone. I curled farther into myself as the line went dead, unable to end my own call. Memories flooded my mind and all I could do was cling the blankets roughly as I fought back my terrorizing fear. In minutes there was a knock on the door. Adam had come.

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@seraphinitegames

#thewayhavenchronicles #interactive fiction #fanart

[lesbeet]

hi! I saw u said u were going to be an english teacher and I'm in my first year of university studying English lit. I was wondering if u did any teaching assistant work or got any experience in teaching whilst at uni? and if you did how did you find it? I rly think teaching might be for me but I'm kind of not confident lol n the thought of actually pursuing is a bit intimidating to me bc im so shy.

so i do have a fair amount of like informal and unofficial teaching experience, all of which i gained between finishing my undergrad and beginning my masters (i did an online program that allows you to progress at your own pace, so it took me 6 months to do my undergrad which i finished in feb 2016, and i started my masters this past july and will most likely have it done by summer of 2020, and i hope to be student-teaching for real this time next year [NO EVIL EYE]

between the two programs i spent over a year as a substitute teacher in the schools where my parents teach (my mom is a middle school sped teacher and my dad is a hs science teacher), i spent a year teaching english in israel and just got back this past june, and i work as a sunday school teacher (and also staff the testing center at my dad’s high school)

but i’ll still have to student-teach and everything, like i said hopefully this time next year [NO EVIL EYE!!!!!]

i totally totally get being nervous about it bc of a lack of confidence - literally anyone who knows me well will tell you i have like the lowest self-esteem of anyone they’ve ever met lmao i hate getting up in front of people, i hate making mistakes in front of people, etc

but kids are kids. i teach 5th graders in sunday school, work with high schoolers all day, taught 4th-6th graders in israel, subbed for all grades between 7-12, and before that was a camp counselor for kids from grades 6-11. they’re all different, but they’re all kids!

not in the “kids aren’t real people” way, but in the sense that you, as someone older whose brain has finished developing and are in a different stage in life, have more knowledge and experience and perspective, meaning you can’t take their judgments as objective facts! 

it always sucks when kids don’t like you or don’t listen, but it’s so important to remember that it’s not personal. think back to your own behavior when you were a kid, and the behavior of other kids you knew, think of what they were going through and why they acted the way they did, and how their teachers might have perceived it without that context

sometimes they really are just shits, or are really judgmental, or cruel, or uncooperative, or disrespectful, etc, and there’s not a whole lot you can do about it other than try your hardest not to let it negatively impact the other students

but sometimes that can clue you in that maybe the kid is struggling with something, and showing a little bit of sensitivity might encourage them to open up to you or, at the very least, not feel the urge to take it out on you because you were kind to them

once you really start to internalize that (and it’s not perfect, some days it’s really hard for me not to take everything as a slight against my personality or my teaching abilities, esp with rejection-sensitive dysphoria lmao) it becomes easier to be yourself in front of the students, because they intimidate you less

it’s like that thing they say about bugs and whatever about how “it’s more afraid of you than you are of it” that totally applies to most students, and some of them act on that “fear” by acting out almost preventatively so if you ever call them on something they’ve done they’ve already decided they don’t care about you, so it won’t hurt them and they won’t have to take the critique seriously bc they can blame it on you being shitty because they don’t like you

honestly just think back to your favorite teachers, the traits they possessed that made you like them, trust them and their judgment and knowledge. it could just be me, but i loved the ones who were human. i had some who kept pretty much their entire selves from us, they were 900% prim and proper and professional at all times, and most of the time they were competent teachers. but i never developed relationships with them, which meant i was pretty indifferent to them, or i flat-out disliked them.

i loved the teachers who had a sense of humor, who were open and honest -- not even necessarily about their personal lives, but explaining their thought processes, telling us when they made a mistake about something so we understand adults make mistakes too -- it just humanized them to me and made them into people i wanted to listen to, people i trusted, and i was always more engaged in those classes 

it’s definitely scary, espeically when youre shy! but, like also it just gets more and more true the younger you go with grades, elementary school kids won’t judge you at all, middle schoolers will but they wont be as harsh, are easier to please, and are more obvious than high schoolers about showing that they still need you, high schoolers will be the most judgmental but will also form the deepest connections and make conscious decisions to perform well for teachers they like

i’m high right now so literally i don’t even know what i just said basically but it’s true, i hope it made some sort of sense, please be a teacher!!

#anonymous #answered

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The Tigress Dilemma *fanfiction*

Usually, fanfic writers (such as I) have a hard time depicting complex characters such as Tigress, ergo this lack of this understanding about our characters can lead us to defile their original personalities and characteristics. I'm pretty sure most, if not, all of us are victims to the Tigress Dilemma, and this problem can only be resolved once Dreamworks has finished Tigress's arc. The Tigress Dilemma is basically what I mentioned above. We misinterpret Tigress and that could lead us to writing imposters instead. Now I have seen many fanfics, and all of them vary in the extent of how terrible their Tigress imposter is. I would say that for my fanfics, my Tigress imposter is pretty far off from the original character, but I feel I am getting there... it's a very slow progress, but every increment of time is making me better as a writer. Anywho, I'll be addressing some Tigress Imposter stereotypes. These stereotypes are the ones we want to avoid as much as possible. And if we do so, we can get closer to the original Tigress. Now, disclaimer, I am not here to tarnish the pride of any of you fanfic writers. I'm just here to point out my opinions and hopefully my opinions can do more good than harm. Also, to bring this blog a more positive vibe, I will be writing some Tigress stereotypes that we should all follow. But that'll be on the next post. 1. The 'Punk Girl School Bully' Type of Tigress. (LoA Tigress) Sleeves are for wimps... fat muscles... I got huge front teeth... i'll put your head on the toilet... pig anatomy on the facial region... you punk!... ILLL BEAT YOUUU UP!... girl that looks like a man... Those lines are all inside the ambit of any typical Buff School Girl Bully. And yeah, these types of people aren't the most likeable. Mainly because of their terrible ego and pride, their unmanaged temper, their constant screaming, and the fact that they bully. And these types of characters usually act upon their anger, and these types of characters are usually defeated by their own caprices. Now a lot of times, people usually confuse 'Punk Girl School Bully' as Tigress's characteristics.

For example, a lot of fanfictions tend to write this: Tigress was clouded with anger. How dare this cocky prick make fun of her name like that? She charged at him, trying to land a double fist strike on her belly, but it has seemed that her muscles were so angry that she suddenly turned into an amateur fighter and totally missed the cocky mite's stomache. Now she was even angrier. She gave a frustrated yell and pounced at the prick, driving her feet into a powerful tornado kick, but the man has sidestepped and she was too angry to use that momentum to execute another kick upon landing. Oh she was so so SO angry that everything turned red. Even though the man was merely a stranger, his smart remarks was enough to somehow make Tigress want to tamper him, as if her anger was derived from personal matter. Oh yes, Tigress was so weak that her peace has succumbed so easily to something as superficial as an empty insult. It isn't like she's a warrior who learned integrity, who lived by virtues and proverbs, and learned to swallow her pride the hard way. Nope. She was just the average hot head. "You! You idiot!" She yelled, driving her fist into arbitrary turns and twist with the speed of a toddler's fist in a fit of frenzy. And yet, after delivering such 'efficient' attacks, the man had avoided her punches the Muhammad Ali way. What's next? The rope-a-dope? Is that how weak Tigress became because of her anger? Oh, and since she's sooo angry, she also became majorly stupid! Since she's losing, she might as well become more desperate to win and because of this, she kinda lost 9/10 of her damn brain. It isn't like she had experienced worst before. It isn't like she's been in a tower surrounded by hundreds of adversaries, outmatched, outgunned, out everything, and still managed to escape through a genius idea to catapult her and her Enterprise out the flaming tower THROUGH the toppling flaming tower.

Look, Tigress can be hot head, but she doesn't allow it to manifest in a way that hampers her during battle. She's a warrior who for sure learned patience. Yes, she might have let herself succumb to her anger during the first movie (by trying to fight Tai Lung despite her master's efforts to stop her) but do understand that it was because of that cursed snow leopard that her father was just outright terrible to her, and 20 years of desperation and overwhelming commitment to kung fu led her to think that defeating Tai Lung is the key to Shifu's heart. Watch the Second movie through and through, with the eyes of a scrutenizing critic. If she is angry, it is usually to appear intimidating or lethal. It's a great strategy, escpecially now that her opponents would surely hold back once they hear the low baritone of her growl. But never, never, never, never, I assure you, did she appear angry and let that rage make her a haphazard, stupid, mess.

Also, fanfic writers tend to also write this: Tigress crossed her arms and growled. Po was so annoying! He wouldn't stop babbling about his new dumpling recipe. If he says 'broccoli broth' one more time, she is sure her dormant side would burst. "SHUT UP PO! YOU ARE AN IDIOT! YOU ARE SO CHILDISH! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE THE DRAGON WARRIOR!" And then, Po cried and ran away from the kitchen. The rest of the five gave her a look that could compare to the menacing glare of a thousand men, and they all left her to find the weeping Po. She sneered, she didn't need them anyways. She didn't have a family. And they were no friends of hers.

Tigress is not like this! She values her friends, and she talks to them like friends. Do no potray her the LoA way, because she's not always grumpy... and she is, by chance, grumpy, it's mostly for a reason. When the other five are irritated or even disgusted of Po, you can see that only Tigress smiles. And when she is in an argument, she usually deliver herself in a calm and threatening. Yeah, calm and threatening can be together. Tigress works as a paradox. I think the problem here is that people mistake seriousness and grumpiness as neigh synonyms. DON'T mistake those two different words with the same definition. Tigress is serious, but rarely grumpy in the way LoA/ fancfictions potrays her (just compare KFP 2 Tigress to LoA Tigress (there's a big difference I tell you that (mostly because she doesn't haphazardly turn into a big bish (is this even grammatically correct?))))

2. The Morally Deficient Tigress. I hate you!... you've always been terrible to me Shifu. So I hate you too!... you guys are not my family!... i have no family!... brat times twenty... your spoon is stupid... everyone is stupid... I don't wanna do this anymore... i'll turn evil in six seconds if you don't assuage my ego... cold hearted... insults everywhere... long sullen silences followed by mean comments followed by even more long sullen silences... angst angst angst for no reason... teenage i-have-20-pounds-of-eyeliner-under-my-eyes prototype. this type of imposter Tigress is probably one of the worst forms of Tigress out there. You cannot just ignore that she has been raised by two kung fu masters, one has morals that are so polished and perfect, and the other one with flaws but regardless still wiser than most. She's also follows a regimented schedule of supreme discipline throughout the course of her twenty-eight years, so surely she has been taught hardwork, patience, determination and other virtues that any average olympian athletes would typically have. Despite being called cold-hearted, stoic, perhaps even mean, do remember that she is also a HERO. With a hero's heart and the strength of a hero's mind. You can not simply ignore that she's a good person who had saved, quite possibly, thousands of lives, expecting nothing in return except the heart of her father and a place to reside. Do not mistake badassery with idiocy. Do not make her morally deficient like she's a little child with the mindset of a brat on a bad day.

Here's some examples of this nightmare: "Why do you keep these stuff? You're so childish, you don't deserve to be the Dragon Warrior!" Tigress looked around his loft, threatened by the action figures and the posters of the masters that adorned it.

Po frowned, "But... but... items like these have very big value to me Tigress. Especially my action figures, I cherish them because it's a large fragment of my childhood memories!"

Tigress did not understand. Of course she did not, not only is she whimsy, grumpy, angry and stupid, she also lacks understanding and lessons that can usually be self-taught at the age of twenty. She acts like a little child and that's all her morality is limited to. "No! They're wooden things with no value whatsoever. Stop being a fanboy. Stop being yourself! I can't support you! You idiot."

And she left the room with grandeur ---Sharpei Style with the hint of swagger. Five days later... "It's all your fault why we're here Po! All your fault. It isn't like you made a wonderful plan and I kinda destroyed it after this cocky douche made me angry and I decided to fight him and ditch your plan. And since my dignity got the best of me, it isn't like I'm blaming you 100% on our unfortunate demise when I know 200% that i'm to blame." Po tried to speak, but Tigress continued, "Ya'll should have listened to me! Me me me me! Me me me me!" The end!

Okay okay, it's a little too exaggerated, but you get the point right? Tigress doesn't act like this. She is kind and nice, she's truly supportive even with her doubts, and she loves and values her friends, albeit these traits are not exposed because it's overshadowed by her stoic demeanor. Whatever... sometimes light filters through her facade and you can see her vulnerabilities.

3. The Profesional Becomes the Biggest Amateur. Gets defeated by a few alligators who could barely fight... can't get unstuck from a rope THAT ISNT EVEN KNOTTED NOR THICK ENOUGH TO CARRY TWO POUNDS... can't get out a sticky situation even though she has been through worse... pathetic tiger... no longer has super strength that she has been gifted with. Now I'm just a thread's breadth away before typing a full fledge rant. Yes! I get it. She has been defeated by people who Po can defeat. She has been defeated by Tai lung and Po was able to defeat Tai Lung. But that was because Po was in a special situation, and it was truly only Po who could defeat Tai Lung (I'll adress this in a new post.) Have ya'll ever of this rule, in both film making and book writing, that authors must refrain from degrading everyone's intelligence so that a single character can appear in the caliber of a genius? Basically, what I'm saying is that you cannot make the five (escape Tigress) leagues weaker than their original selves just for the sake of making Po or your main OCs appear stronger. One, that's a terrible illusion that even a blind man can see through. And two, that's just disrespectful for a The Five. Not only are the five overshadowed, but ya'll also heavily disregarded the fact that they are warriors that did a lot. You're forgetting that Tigress can do this

Do not forget that she is the person who can do so much more. If you want a story where Tigress becomes a damsel in distress, and Po is the one to save her, DO NOT get her kidnapped by five wolves. Or ten. Or even twenty. Because this tiger can handle of them easy. Make sure she is defeated by a whole fudging army, or a bunch of hooded warriors who are thousands of years old and are as good as Shifu in kung fu. Make sure her defeat is reasonable and respects what she can do. KNOW what she can do, so that you learn her limits. Give her a challenge, give her a run for her money. Don't make her pathetic just because you want someone else to seem not pathetic. Us fan fic writers say that Tigress is hardcore. Awesome. Badarse. So maybe we should write her that way. Some fan fics I read write that Tigress got defeated because she was hungry or tired and couldn't fight against a few adversaries. I roll me eyes. Bro! You cannot make hunger the reason why she's defeated😂 have you seen what she ate during the first KFP movie? Her meals consists of tea and a small, chewy block of tofu. Please. She had trained her body and mind to resist pain in a way that wouldn't affect her during battle. And don't go destroying her stamina either. If she can go the whole night just battling a bunch of wolves, without even so much as passing out then pulease, don't make tiredness as an excuse. But there are some exceptions though. Like maybe she got tired because she drained her chi. Then that's understandable. So much work.