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lordkingsmith · 4 months

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February lyric Prompts 2024

1. You know I'll fight my corner/And that/tonight I'll call ya/After my blood is/drowning in alcohol/No I just wanna hold ya-give me love by Ed Sheeran

2. We lay down in the riverbed/Rest in the silhouettes our fathers and mothers laid before/Restless souls in the desert sand/Dream of another land that heroes/and villains claimed before-kings and queens and vagabonds by ellem

3. Oh, my love/What have I done?

4. There's nowhere left for us to run/And now we're standing in the sunlight/And I can't bear the sight of you- and so my heart became a void by Annaca and Frederick Lloyd

5. Tragically we fall just like the arrows/You will hear our voices echo/We are the hearts/We will never be bought and sold- we are the hearts by EXGF

6. Now I'm in love without you/Please don't still love me/I'm in love without you/But you still find a way inside my dreams - I’m in love without you by FINNEAS

7. But you need your rotten heart/Your dazzling pain like diamond rings/You need to go to war to find material to sing/I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king-king by Florence and the machine

8. You black out/I search for more

9. You fall in love/Don't waste it all/It won't be long/But if I can't make it back/Will I know you're not alone and fading? - Search for more by From Indian Lakes

10. Cross my heart and hope to die/I think I lost my appetite/God and lonely ain't the same/God has lovers, you got blame-Gods&Lovers by YONAKA

11. Try to catch the pieces as they fall/I was fighting your love, now let me fight for it all/Find your way to me, darling/Now that we're falling kites in a hurricane/Hold on tight to me, darling-kites in a hurricane by HAEVN

12. Dry bones broken in your hand/You bring me back to life again, oh/I feel the secrets on your skin/I need your heart to let me in/All my life, when I close my eyes/It's always been in black and white/But tonight you make me dream in color-Dream in color by HALIENE

13. Somewhere after midnight/In my wildest fantasy/Somewhere, just beyond my reach/There's someone reaching back for me/Racing on the thunder/And rising with the heat-Bonnie Tyler

14. No damsel in distress, don't need to save me/Once I start breathin' fire, you can't tame me/And you might think I'm weak without a sword/But if I had one, it'd be bigger than yours-kings & queens by Ava Max

15. Just as it was, baby/Before the otherness came/And I knew its name/The love, the dark, the light, the flame/The eyes at the heights of my baby/Let's hope at the fight of my baby/The lights were as bright as my baby/But your love was unmoved-As It As by Hozier

16. The doctor said I was born under a bad sign/I always had trouble walking in a straight line/I was raised by a cold hand/I was made in the image of a dark man/I wasn't born to behave/That isn't how I was raised/Defiance on my brain/Violence in my veins-I Wasn't Born To Behave by Black Hydra,City Wolf,Easy Mccoy

17. A birth and a death on the same day/And honey, I only appeared so I can fade away/I wanna throw my hands in the air and scream/And I could just die laughing on your spiral of shame-twin skeletons by fall out boy

18. you're a lover, you should know/The lonely moments just get lonelier/The longer you're in love than if you were alone/Memories turn into daydreams, become a taboo/I don't want to be afraid/The deeper that I go/It takes my breath away/Soft hearts, electric souls-house of memories by panic! At the disco

19. Love, electricity, shockwave central/Power on the motherboard, yes!/Push up, overload, legendary heavy glow/Sunshine, thunder roll, keep this on/Yes, the lantern burn, burn that easy-stylo by gorillaz

20. Remember when you said you loved me?/Remember when you said that it would all work out?/We packed up and we left one morning/And everything you promised didn't happen, and now/I'm swirling softly/Drifting like the cream in your coffee/And you're talking calmly-scared by delta Rae

21. Touch the rain and feel the summer breeze/Say the things we've never said/… I will keep you from the world outside/I will never let you go/I will be the thing you dream about/Come to me and you will know/… I adored you-adore by Jasmine Thompson

22. You're estranged/You're the same/You'll never change/And I am walking away/Don't chase me now, I'm taking my crown/I'm living the life that you never let go/Actually thought that you could bring me down-crown by Jinco & SVNAH

23. 3 a.m., Mustang speedin'/Two lovers, headed for a dead end/Too fast, hold tight, he laughs/Runnin' through the red lights/Hollerin' over, rubber spinnin'/Big swig, toss another beer can/Too lit, tonight, prayin' on the moonlight-John Wayne by Lady Gaga

24. Look down from your tower on the high /And take in the night /Look her right in the eye she'll listen-star mile by Joshua radin

25. Wanna be your lover, not your fuckin' mother/Can't be your savior, I don't have the power/I'm not gonna stay/and watch you circle the drain-circle the drain by Katy Perry

26. So blessed be/I'm making peace with my mortality/Won't burn while up in flames/In the holy water I won't drown-witching hour by Kerli

27. We would say anything just to hear what we want/Right or wrong/Then we lie to be forgiven/We would sell anything just to buy who we're not-kill our way to heaven by Michl

28. And I'll shiver like I used to/And I'll leave him just for you/And I'll shiver like I used to/Just for you/And if we turn back time/Could we learn to live right?-shiver by Lucy rose

29. Baby, I wanna touch you/wanna breathe into your will/See, I gotta hunt you/I gotta bring you to my hell/Baby, I wanna fuck you/I wanna feel you in my bones/Boy, I'm gonna love you/I'm gonna tear into your soul/Desire, I'm hungry/And I hope you feed me-Desire by Meg Myers

30. Don't fall in love with the man on stage/I'll be on in a minute, then sweep you away/Don't fall for the monsters in this maze/But I could love you forever if you'd meet my gaze-neon Medusa by the midnight

31. In the morning when I wake/And the sun is coming through/Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness/And you fill my head with you-bloom by the paper kites

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halfsalvo · 1 year

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Ight you got a moment?

Lots of people are comparing ULTRAKILL with Doom Eternal and I'm here like.. what? These games are way too damn different to be actually compared to and I'm gonna go over why because I want to.

Combat Flow. [Ammo, health, etc.]

First, ammo, now don't get me wrong, ammo is cool or uncool in the case of ULTRAKILL but it's a moot point in saying [this] one is better. Doom had ammo ever since it was born as one of the first major fps games [or so I think.] You can't just remove the thing that's been in Doom since it's very conception, with Eternal perfecting it entirely with it just being reduced to a bind to slice something in half for it. As for UK, Hakita said that having ammo in ULTRAKILL would be like if Dante in Devil May Cry had durability on his sword, I.E it would want you to fight efficiently instead of stylishly, which is like.. the main point of ULTRAKILL's combat.

Second, health, this one is easier. Both games are gory, and both ironically implement that into their health systems, only that ULTRAKILL's is more on the fly and faster rather than Doom doubling down on the gore and having you play an animation to have the poor soul drop health like a pinata. Here's the thing, it fits both of their combat loops again and it also fits the lore the creators made for them, V1 is an efficient unstoppable killing machine that quite literally uses blood as fuel, never slowing down and clearing entire layers of hell in minutes with no regard of how much destruction it's causing, only focused on it's quest for blood fuel, while the Doomslayer is a human turned divine that has gone through hell and back, seen his family and pet die at the hands of the demons and wishes them nothing but the worst of pains, of course he will rip and tear the very beings of sin to shreds by his own hand.

Weapons, mother of Christ..

Doom Section:

I'm gonna try not to delve into ammo too much because I just discussed that but here's the thing. Each weapons fit their respective atmospheres and lore [unless you're doing one of those wacky ass coin punch setups in ULTRAKILL but yknow] so it's really hard to just compare the two's loadouts at all. Some people point at how UK made the starting pistol useful and like.. okay? That's not gonna work on doom when you have the Heavy Assault Rifle and the Chaingun to spit precision bolts and quad turrets at things, not like a charge shot is useful either when you have the Ballista/Gauss Cannon to use in those situations when you need something piercing, tell me, why you would use the pistol that in most cases is a waste of resources to use, something very important to Doom, and to let it sit there eating up a slot in your weapon loadout? What would you even put on it?

The huge selection is trickier to tackle but I'm gonna try my best here. Combat shotgun, Heavy AR, Plasma Rifle, Rocket Launcher, SSG, Ballista, Chaingun, BFG/Unmaykr. That is 8 whole ass weapons not counting the chainsaw and Crucible/Sentinel Hammer because those are utility weapons. Safe to say it can get overwhelming, but here's my point. Each weapon and their mods tie into the combat flow of Doom but each weapon usually also counters a type of demon better than the others, not saying it's the only one that can but it's the best in most circumstances because of how weak points work [unless you're a bastard like the Tyrant or Archie.] Even if they were gone, there's still the weapon and mod swapping for those who want to experiment on how to kill something the fastest besides just locking on with triple rockets the boring way, and you have many options with how you want to do that to take the least amount of damage while trying not to get slammed by the other demons you aren't prioritizing because wowzers you can't kill them all at once, sometimes you want to kill a heavy demon that's hard for you to deal with specifically when your crucible ran out or there's multiple of them and you're out of BFG. And for those people thinking about how Doom has the BFG as a panic screen wipe weapon when ULTRAKILL doesn't.

That's the BFG.. You're not just going to remove that thing from Doom. It literally stands for big fucking gun.

Besides, Eternal hard punishes you for not diversifying your gameplay I.E that's the game forcing you to get good or die trying, essentially shoving you head first into the focus bubble where the fun resides in a game like that. Or you could just.. you know.. not use those weapon at all, nobody's stopping you from doing that too, it's real fun to do that.

ULTRAKILL Section:

Heads up, if anyone says something about "dEfAUlT piErCeR iS toO StRoNG" then please just watch this I don't want to make this any longer than it already is for how much the argument has been refuted.

UK has less weapons than Doom but will eventually have more variations for all of them, with each weapons having 3 variations instead of Doom's 2. The focus instead of these weapons is style, no weak points, although yes some enemies like Cerberus are weaker to things like rockets, and Maurice is straight up invulnerable to rockets, but they aren't surefire ways to deal with them just like how Doom doesn't force you to use certain weapons to kill a weak spot. The main difference is that there are TONS more weapon interactions in ULTRAKILL than Eternal due to it's unlimited ammo and style focus. Mobility options, Chargebacks, P-boosting, Nuking, Railcoining, you get the gist, even with just 5 weapons it has an immensely large skill ceiling for on the fly combos and experimentation, mostly because of that damned quarter. Enemies, like Eternal, are able to be killed with any combo/weapon choice in a diverse amount of ways, including the community's favorite, instakills. Wanna kill a Cerberus? One two Railcoin combo or cannonball + parry/whiplash ball into parry, Maurice? Sharpshooter his first projectile or style on the moai with a chargeback. Yes you can kill any of them with the peashooter, shotgun swapping, or 100% Auto Aim with the nailgun until they die due to the unlimited ammo, but you are making the game boring to play for yourself and that's not exactly a good thing to do as far as any games go. The game will punish you for not being stylish but instead of outright killing you it's more of a push to try and achieve more in the case of the style meter directly affecting your hard damage, more style, the faster hard damage disappears, with the highest rank eliminating it entirely for the entirely of it being up. Now with the new changes, you can't spam one weapon if you wanted to either as it will outright stop giving you style if you use it too much, forcing you to use other variations and weapons to get style up at all.

Conclusion:

In the end, neither's combat loops would work with each other for the same things, creator vision, roots, and lore. A robot like V1 wouldn't kill something in the most painful way possible, that isn't efficient as blowing their torso off rather than breaking their arm with your bare hands and then tearing their head off. At the same time, the Doomslayer won't just start [intentionally] styling on demons, he hates them to the very core and wishes them all to die a painful death.

TL;DR: Stop comparing Doom Eternal to ULTRAKILL, they're too different to be compared and each person will have a different taste on if they want an efficient resource management gorefest or a Sweet Stylish Shitstorm.

Art by BaekMaddison on Twitter

#ultrakill #doom eternal #devil may quake #doom #gaming #fps shooter #comparison

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minnow-doodle-doo · 2 years

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🎵 and jason todd!!

I have so many songs for him so not to clog everyone's dash up I'm gonna have them below the cut.

Living on the Sand by Colter Wall

Leave them lights as they are And keep your clothes on I've had more than my fill Of whiskey and women And good-hearted villains But there's a wickedness in me still

Keep that gun locked away Locked away, boy Well, you know you're an angry young man Going in town with six rounds You're sure to be hell-bound That house you've got is built on the sand

I've been living on the sand Don't take much to guide my hand Far from promised land On the sand

Don't look twice, look twice at that bottle You'll claim that Jesus turned the water to wine You'll be wishing that wine you were drinking was water When you're jumping the bridge in the night

Forgive me, forgive me Don't it sound more clear When I'm screaming it day after day? I've lost all my patience I'm wasted on waiting on Making my next mistake

All That by Oliver Tree

Quit running your big mouth like you all that Nobody catch ya ass when you fall back Bitch, I look away, I never saw that I was running through the trenches in a war mask Stop looking at me like I was deranged (Okay) Do you ever think I feel your pain? (No way)

Extraordinary specimen, lit 'til the day I die Smoke clouds help me float on by I been high my whole goddamn life Even my momma couldn't tell me why

Why I'm such a sick motha fucka Let me take a hit (Okay) Now let me take another I'm falling, and I can't stand up

My dad used to tell me man up Me and my brother put the gloves on But now I'm too fucked up to function (No way) I collapsed in the middle of the street just a block away

Coming Down by Tyler Childers

Don't you wish that you could go back sometimes? Don't you wish you could go back home? Tryin' to remember just where it was 'Member you ain't alone 'Member you ain't alone

Every day's another pointless job And every night's another lonesome song Tryin' to remember when your bed wasn't leather You were the one singin' along Lord, where did we go wrong?

Now the sky is coming down Can't you see the stars fallin'? Have yourself another round 'Til you can't hear the darkness callin' 'Til you can't hear the darkness call you

There was a good man in the makin' once In the light of yesterday Tryin' to remember just who he was Tryin' like hell to recall his name Well, it used to be my name

Transcendent Ramblin' Railroad Blues by Colter Wall

Lay me down easy Lay me down hard Light my cigarette and make my bed Somewhere beneath the stars

I was born a blue child Of the wild western sky But I left my prairie home Found a boxcar for to ride Now I'm way down in Okema Earning blisters on my feet With my guitar and my buck knife Thumbing down Woody Guthrie Street

So lay me down easy Lay me down hard Light my cigarette and make my bed Somewhere beneath the stars Don't look for me in glory Don't look for me below 'Cause I'll be riding on that freight Where the souls of ramblers go

And there's a sadness that follows Most everywhere I roam You can see it on my smile You can smell it on my clothes Sometimes all that running It never lasts too long So keep me good and loaded And I'll keep singing songs

#I have a lot more but I'll keep it there #dc #asks #thanks for the ask

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echologname · 10 months

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Eternal life in Jesus

If someone asked me, "Are you alive?" I would reply, "Yes, I am!" To which they'll ask, "But how do you know?" I could say it's because I breathe or think or meet the basic characteristics of life we learned about in 6th grade science class but none of those necessarily mean ALL life forms need them in order to be classified as "alive." Many forms of life meet neither of those traits yet, they're alive. So, perhaps no longer meeting what's required of a human to be alive just means we've become a different life form and are still "alive" just in a different way. Afterall, life is energy and Einstein said in his law of thermodynamics, "Energy can never be created nor destroyed, only changed from one form to another."

And that's what it means to "die" and be "born again" as a Christian. Even if you've already accepted Jesus into your heart, you can still experience a "death" to yourself and who you are and a revival in your faith. For me, my "death" was 7 years ago, but around 3 years ago, I started reading the Bible again and for the first time in my life, the words were "alive." The Holy Spirit made these words I read as a kid make sense and feel something in my heart when I read them, so I continued. I was still suffering a lot but I started to trust God and in case I didn't do it around that time, I did it again recently. I begged Jesus to come into my poor broken body and fill me with His presence. Begged God to take my soul into His arms and hold me tight so I would know I'm safe, He'll never let me go and I'll have eternal life.

Whenever I was really having a hard time, somehow, God's promises always found me. And He NEVER lies, every word is trustest of true.

Before Jesus died, He was tormented by His persecutors. They said, "If you're really the son of God, then why don't you save yourself?" But it doesn't work like that. Children of God or not, we can't save ourselves, we don't have that power, but God does. If you're praying over and over, "God please make this thing better." He hears you but He's trying to teach you something, so, all He asks in return is you trust Him and be patient. I waited for 5 years for a mysterious chronic illness to get better, so, keep in mind, timing is different to God but it's always perfect and it DOES get better, NO MATTER how bad, God will use it all for good. Not a tear will be wasted. He will throw ALL pain and suffering into the fires of Hell.

#Christian #born again christian

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yourfavoritehorrormovie · 2 years

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Danny recalls the time he killed his father.

((Warnings for abuse, assault, murder, military mentions, elder abuse, dementia mention, uhhh.. yeah and generally dark themes? Not sure what else to tag so consider yourself warned))

"Hey, old man, I have a surprise for ya!" He called out as he stepped through the door.

Though he's been working as a journalist for a few years now, he still lives with the ol bastard. His old military injury means he can't live on his own, somebody has to carry all the groceries in and do all the heavy work around the house. Like hell is he going to let a stranger into the house when he's right there. You're family.

Even if he blames you for Ma leaving when you were born. You're family.

Even if he kicks your ass when you fuck up. You're family.

Even if he makes him work so hard that you're drop dead tired, but staying up til 4 am just for a second to hisself and his own projects. You're family.

Family responsibilities seem to only go one way, you to him. But that's fine. That's what family life is like, right? Respect for your elders and betters.

Which is why, now that the first signs of dementia have begun to grip his rotten old mind, his thoughts have turned to the legacy the old man will leave behind. He was a strong man, but age is has already started to waste him, hollowing cheeks ever so slightly. If this keeps going he'll be a twig of a man who wanders into traffic and yells at children with the names of their parents. He deserves better than that. He deserves to part with newspapers all singing about how he defended this country and raised a fine son on his own, with no help from that cowardly bitch.

Perhaps that last part wouldn't go into the article...

So this... This would be his only kill where he didn't wear the mask. Already it had witnessed two ends. Two stories unfolded and lovingly shared in Danny's own writing. This one, however, was a personal favor to his old man, and so he approached him without the veil of secrecy, and without the manipulation and trickery. He opened himself to the old man, seeking his love and approval for what Danny found was his calling in life, and with his knife openly visible he stabbed that old man while he was still sitting on that damned recliner.

Shout, blood, pain. The old man still had some strength in him yet, and he clobbered Danny in the face. Such a familiar action to the two of them. This was not the plan. The old man was staring at him with a funny look- anger, rage, yes, but a note of disgust and fear.

Disgust?! Disgust?! He was doing this for YOU you old fuck!! This was for YOUR story! This was YOUR legacy! Where everyone would be talking about it for YEARS! Don't fucking look at me like that!!! Fuck off and die already!!!

All was quiet. His heart was racing. They were upstairs, in the hall, the old man face down below Danny. There was... So much blood. Holes in the walls. Everything knocked akimbo. How long had....?

Danny ached terribly as he got up, using the wall for support, leaving a smear of blood. He took each step back down one at a time, and took in the destruction of his childhood home. What a messy job. The old man deserved better.

He left. Waited two days, and of fucking course nobody noticed they had gone silent in all that time. He put in a call himself to the police, posing as someone who had just escaped a kidnapper who had murdered his father. Made up a story about them wanting payment, but not realizing the family had no money. It tainted the legacy of his father, having these fictional, inept murderers the cause behind it all, but he was tired and ready to move on from all this.

See you in hell, pops.

#writing the histories #daniel loved that old man (derogatory)#i think maybe he didnt actually love him after all #but he sure thought he did #because thats what youre supposed to do

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technicianuprisingau · 2 years

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"I QUIT."

As the dust settled, the two partners felt some sort of fatigue. The drill arm barely grazed their foe, who only stared back at them in return. It was clear that the new technique they invented was working pretty well.

"…we won, b•tch," Robobot Armor hissed at Bonfire, the person who had masquerading everything from the beginning, the one who had tried to make a rift between them and their master, the one who — admittedly — taught them more things about this world and how they work, the person that also separated their system with their body to stir another problem… Honestly, they decided to deal with it later, because to be fair, this entire fight is a pain in the ass.

"Disengage that drill, Robobot…" Kirby called out to the other. "We don't need any murder to solve this."

"Understood," Robobot only responded, still miffed that they can't eliminate — no, kill — this annoying waste of space, but obeyed anyways. They looked around after flipping their arm back to normal, slowly coming to realize how the whole infiltration took what could be counted as hours. Yet there's still a part of them that still has all that adrenaline going. Really shows how bonds can lead a long way. Kirby got off his trusty friend's cockpit and sighed, looking at what remained from the room.

To say it was a mess would be an understatement.

"I see that you have made your choice…" Bonfire spoke, as the mechanical suit moved off. "To be fair… I should've not done that procedure on you, haven't I?"

"Shut the f•ck up," Robobot grunted angrily, staring at the haltworker sharply. "You're pretty damn lucky my master is not the one to drip blood."

"…still with your dependance on your 'master'. I thought you were planning to make a change?" Bonfire asked.

"Yeah, but not with your way, dipsh•t," they grumbled again. "I want to be strong but I don't want to be used as a f•cking tool either."

"It's like your master is any better. He is unwilling to understand how his kindness can kill him. Don't you think his softness could stunt you from your own strength?" Bonfire looked at the pink puffball, seemingly unamused. "I still can't believe you were born from him. How strange it is that such a weak individual gave birth to someone like you. But it doesn't matter. This war is a hopeless fight. The natives will always fall at the end. And with them, you will, too. You're just a machine, and you too wouldn't last long."

As the last sentence echoed around the room, Kirby turned his head straight at Bonfire, giving him quite the cold glare.

"I'm sorry, that's my friend you just insulted over there!" he stood up, but not moving from his spot. "They are more than just a machine! And I don't care if they ended up different because I was the one who accidentally woke them up! I am glad they grew up to be themselves!"

"Oh, now you're talking?" Bonfire sneered, picking up his gun. "You need to realize that you were just lucky all these times."

"And I am GRATEFUL for that, actually!" Kirby retorted. "I've nearly died several times in fact. And now that I have a friend, the chances of not dying has now increased significantly. And yes, Robobot's my friend. You have problems with it?"

"How could you be so lonely that all you do is to be friends with a scrap of metal that would inevitably die?" Bonfire shot back with venom within his words. "You're nothing but an inferior being. In fact, you don't deserve this technology at all. At the end of the day, you don't matter much but as a fodder for your kind. So it's best that you step back. You don't deserve to be an admin, or a 'master', for that matter. Now-"

Before Bonfire could add more words to his supposedly demoralizing speech, Robobot Armor had enough of what he just said. Detriment themselves? That's fine. Detriment their master? That crossed the f•cking line! Seething with nothing but pure rage, the mechanical suit simply cuts the haltworker's words with a deck to the face, much to Kirby's… surprise? Horror? He doesn't know how to react here, he was speechless as Robobot finally went loose.

"Couldn't you shut the f•ck up?!" Robobot shouted at the top of their voicebanks, finally losing it. The mechanical suit grabbed Bonfire and slammed the poor bastard to the ground, before yelling even more to drive their point across. "MY MASTER ISN'T SOME F•CKING IDIOT! YOU ARE THE IDIOT FOR ALL OF THIS BULLSH•T YOU'RE CAUSING!"

"Robobot, please-" Kirby attempted to console, only for the armor to ignore.

"You expected me to DIE?! TO GET F•CKED LIKE THE REST?! ACTUALLY, YOU CAN KINDLY GO F•CK YOURSELF, BECAUSE I. AM. NOT. GOING. TO DIE! I WILL SURVIVE WITH MY MASTER!" they announced loudly, not showing signs of stopping as they pinned Bonfire to the ground with one hand and getting ready to punch with the other before beating the ever living crap out of him with little mercy. "I'LL LIVE AS LONG AS I WANT TO, UNTIL THE LAST OF MY BREATH, AND IF YOU WANT TO PROTEST, YOU CAN PROTEST ALL YOU F•CKING WANT IN HELL!"

The eyes of Kirby only widened at the violence his friend was causing. Last time he was only able to barely hear them going berserk at that… hologram thing. But now, he got the front seat on the situation, and honestly… It was kind of terrifying. From the shouting and the yelling, it was clear how strong the mechanical being's emotions are, as it was far stronger than his own. Dear Nova.

As the beatdown commenced, Robobot had devolved into ranting about how stupid the whole thing was. All they wanted was to know why they feel off in this world, all they wanted was to find confirmation as why all of this fell into place, all they wanted was to find their origins, but no, instead they find themselves unable to protect anyone they are supposed to be protecting, and they find themselves being used to kidnap their master's best friend. What a sh•tshow and a waste of time it all was, they remarked between all that rage-fueled shouting. Eventually, Kirby gritted and backed off several meters away… before jumping straight inside of the cockpit, swiping control before his friend would have dealt even more of a fatal blow.

"Stop!" Kirby shouted.

The room was sunk into silence afterward.

"…foolish child. I thought you'd use this chance to let me die," Bonfire snarled.

"Well we just want all of this crap to end, actually," Kirby said, still trying to restrain Robobot as their pilot-in-charge. "And you're not making it any better!"

"I'm just doing orders, I do whatever is the best for the company," Bonfire stated.

"Then whatever is best for the company… Is pretty much sh•t," Robobot finally stated back before they threw the haltworker to a nearby wall.

As soon as his body hits the steel wall, Bonfire grunted in pain. His gun was no longer in his hands. Like he could move anyways, since what Robobot did likely broke his spines and joints. It hurts to do anything now.

Kirby huffed, deciding to, well, just take whatever while he still can. He grabbed the gun, kept it within his helmet's inventory, and looked at the haltworker that had been quite the nuisance to his friends.

"You know, no one's going to harm my friends like that without any sort of payment, so… I'll be taking these," Kirby grumbled as he pulled out Bonfire's gloves from his hands, before keeping them inside his inventory. "I won't kill you since I believe in second chances — and I know that people usually learn from their mistakes anyway — but if you try anything stupid with my friends again after this, MIGHT AS WELL YOU DIE!"

The warning echoed throughout the room, twice louder than Robobot's own 'ranting session' or whatever that was. It was clear that he meant business this time. The pink puffball groaned in annoyance over the events that had happened before heading to the exit door.

"Come on, Robobot, we gotta free Bandee…" Kirby told his friend.

"Give me a f•cking minute, Master Kirby," Robobot respectfully answered. "I'll get my ass there shortly."

"Alright! Just… don't stay too long, okay?" he nodded, leaving first.

Robobot Armor only nodded, watching as Kirby entered the door. They still have something to tell to the haltworker, and they were going to make sure this one sticks as well as what Kirby just said. They knelt to Bonfire's level, before whispering quietly so only him alone can hear them.

"F•ck you and your stupid ass company. Even if my 'vessel' was your stuff or whatever that hell that was, you're NEVER my creator to begin with, you little sh•ts. Master Kirby is, and now it is my obligation to keep him safe as his guardian, and if anyone else in your sh•thole says otherwise, they can f•ck off for all I care, or if not they can meet something more than just a damned punch to the face," they said, before flipping their arm into a drill arm again and pointing it to Bonfire to make their point. "I. QUIT."

Once a few seconds passed, they flipped their converted arm to normal and walked unflinchingly to follow Kirby, clearly showing more resolution, while Bonfire huffed, calling for an SOS to be sent back to the mothership above before muttering to himself.

"…it seems like that chip did something more than just replicating bonds…"

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#technicianuprisingstory #kirby #kirby au #kirby series #kirby planet robobot #technician uprising #i swear you'll have some context later #i am most likely going to post the stories in a random order #did you know this is an old story #yes i am reposting them here because they are all canon #robobot armor #uhhhh i think i forgot something #we'll get there when we get there

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percontaion-points · 4 months

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EAOD chapter 5

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Chapter 5

[After 4 pages of Liz being lost in the painful memories of shame and embarrassment of being unable to shift]

I hated the way this was making me feel. All the shame, embarrassment and anger I'd grown up with. I tumbled through the snow, furious at Christian for doing this to me.

Babygirl, the only person who is forcing you to think about all of that pain is you.

"After that, we had several tests done on Sophia and found out that she had a genetic disorder. She couldn't carry a baby to full term."

I am once again asking what her end goal in trying to separate Liz from the dragons is. Like she keeps claiming that she wants to help the dragons to not die out. Yet Liz is like “Okay, so I found out that dragon/wolf hybrids always end up producing dragons!” But then Sophia punishes Liz, and hides Emma and her kids away in a government black hole site.

We get it: you’re a jealous bitch. Stop hiding your shit motives behind altruism.

A large chunk of my thigh was gone. My skin and muscle was shredded. The rag was soaked red in seconds.

[...]

"You're going to be the worst when you go into labor! You couldn't even handle a little bullet."

I’m sorry, but if there’s ever a time to be crying and cursing is when half of your thigh is violently shot off.

I shook my head. "It's only a couple days away. How bad can it get in two days?"

Chapter 5 summary: Liz goes for a run in the snow, gets lost in her painful memories of basically her werewolf pack making fun of her for being unable to shift. Something kind of clicks inside of her, and she’s able to shift on command.

Later, she and Christian get into the hot tub. Christian tells her that Sophia lost three babies before they were born; the last was almost full-term. After that, they found out that she had a genetic condition that made all of them die. And that finding that info out is what turned her into such a raging bitch. Christian goes on to say that when Liz’s dad was still working with the dragons, he’d treat Sophia nicely (vs her own father, who used to beat her to “build character”. WTF). Liz is like “She could be acting like my sister. Instead, she’s choosing to be a total bitch because…??? My dad was once nice to her?”

They then start to get hot and heavy. Before they start banging, Christian stops and begs Liz to choose him and only him. However, this is a goddamned reverse harem! She has to have her cake AND eat it too! She chooses each and every single one of them!!

The next morning, she goes out for another run to make sure that yesterday hadn’t been a fluke. However, she’s able to shift, and we waste even more time following her as she runs through the forest.

But then a bullet tears through her leg. As Christian carries her back to the cabin, he says he thinks it was a racist hunter who shot her. However, they’re worried because the wound isn’t almost instantly healing as it should be. He tells her to take the cursed ring off, but Liz is determined to be stupid about the entire thing. She’s also like “My fight with Sophia is only 2 days away! How bad can things get!” Famous last words, babe.

#elizabeth alpha of dragons #Fated Alpha series

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coolstorysister · 9 months

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Lyric starters 8

You can already tell the energy is different.

Try me, if you wanna!

That's a war that you could never win.

But hey, I like the optimism!

I think I made a good decision.

Trust my gut.

That's not realistic.

It's showtime!

I always hit the bullseye.

It's unavoidable at this point.

I'm not the one to pick a fight with.

It's written on your face.

You don't have to scream and yell!

It's clear to me, yeah, I can tell.

The front you put on isn't real.

"Got a problem?" "Yes!"

Catch me if you can!

I take pride in this.

I used to know, but I'm not sure now.

What was I made for?

I don't know how to feel, but I wanna try.

I don't know how to feel, but someday I might.

When did it end, all the enjoyment?

I'm sad again.

It's not what he's made for.

Think I forgot how to be happy.

Our coming of age has come and gone.

I never had the courage of my convictions.

No, I could never give you peace.

I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm.

All these people think love's for show, but I would die for you in secret.

The devil's in the details.

You got a friend in me.

Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

It's like I'm wasting your honor.

Is it enough?

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best.

The rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me.

What did you think I'd say to that?

You know I will.

Fuck you forever!

When you say I'm angry, I get more angry.

What a shame she went mad.

"No one likes a mad woman." "You made her like that!"

They say "move on", but you know I won't.

It's obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.

I'm taking my time.

You took everything from me!

She should be mad, should be scathing like me!

Make sure nobody sees you leave.

Keep your eyes down.

Take the road less traveled by.

It's born from just one single glance, but it dies and it dies and it dies a million little times.

Take the words for what they are.

Don't call me kid!

Don't call me baby!

Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me!

You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else.

Look at this idiotic fool that you made me!

You know damn well for you I would ruin myself a million little times.

Friends break up, friends get married.

Trends change. Rumors fly.

I'm right where you left me.

Help!

I'm still at the restaurant.

What a sad sight.

I swear you could hear a hair pin drop right when I felt the moment stop.

Everybody moved on. I stayed there.

They expected me to find somewhere, some perspective.

You left me no choice but to stay here forever.

Time went on for everybody else.

Breakups happen everyday. You don't have to lose it.

Everything was just right.

I cause no harm, mind my business.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness.

It's been so long.

If you ever think you got it wrong, I'm right where you left me.

I've been down since July.

I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong.

I was catching my breath.

I couldn't be sure.

I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be forevermore.

Can't remember what I used to fight for.

I rewind the tape but all it does is pause on the very moment all was lost.

Can't not think of all the cost and the things that will be lost.

Can we just get a pause?

In the cracks of light, I dreamed of you.

Never be so kind you forget to be clever. Never be so clever you forget to be kind.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were talking to me now.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were still around.

What died didn't stay dead.

You're alive in my head.

Never be so polite you forget your power. Never wield such power you forget to be polite.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were listening to me now.

You'd always go past where our feet could touch.

I should've asked you questions. I should've asked you how to be.

Every scrap of you would be taken from me.

If I didn't know better, I'd think you were singing to me now.

I know better.

I still feel you all around.

I see this for what it is.

But now I'm right down in it.

I was dancing when the music stopped.

I can't face reinvention.

I haven't met the new me yet.

There'll be happiness after you, but there was happiness because of you. Both of these things can be true.

There is happiness past the blood and bruise, past the cruses and cries.

Leave it all behind.

When did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

No, I didn't mean that.

Sorry, I can't see facts through all of my fury.

You haven't met the new me yet.

There'll be happiness after me, but there was happiness because of me. Both of these things I believe.

There is happiness in our history, across our great divide.

I can't make it go away by making you a villain.

After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that.

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush.

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch.

Everybody wants you.

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

I don't like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos?

I see me padding across your wooden floor with my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

It could never be.

My mind turns your life into folklore.

I can't dare to dream about you anymore.

It will never be.

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halsteadlover · 3 years

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Daddy's Little Girl

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested by @tinfoilhat2719: Hey! I wanted to make a request, if that’s okay :). Jay as a girl dad. Like I feel like if him and readers first child is a girl he would just have such a special bond with her and ur would be so cute 🥺 and my bestie @hereforhalstead: So i'm gonna need you to write something inspired by that insta you just sent me with Jay and the child because IT KILLED ME AND I NEED TO SEE YOU WRITE IT BECAUSE LQAMDNFGHBHEDNJ

• Warnings: none, just ugly ass writing.

• Word count: 4682.

• A/N: so since I had these two requests pretty much similar I decided to write a piece for both of them 😂 needless to say this is ugly as fuck and I can't believe I'm even posting this, but @resanoona literally thereated to kick my ass if I didn't post so here it is, pls don't come at me. Like imagine not posting for so long and then coming back with this shit. Deleting myself bye ✋🏻

The day your daughter was born was the most beautiful ever of your life, nothing had prepared you for the overwhelming emotion and feeling that holding her in your arms caused you. Finally seeing her after nine interminable months was almost a dream, a dream from which you never wanted to wake up again. All the excruciating pain, the labor, the sleepless nights, all faded into the background when you heard her cry as soon as she was born. It was all worth it.

Being able to finally see her little face, kissing her cheeks was so emotional that you cried all the tears in your body. Jay did nothing but tease you and take pictures of you hugging and holding your daughter but he hadn't considered that he was even in almost worse condition than yours. You wasted no time reminding him of the way he nearly passed out when the baby was born to which he simply replied by blaming the heat.

It was the middle of winter.

If holding your daughter in your arms was an overwhelming feeling and the happiest moment of your life, seeing the love of your life become a father made you touch the sky with your finger. Seeing his eyes shine so bright they could illuminate the darkest of nights alone made your heart warm with joy and God, few times in your life have you ever felt that way.

“Okay Y/N, just a few moments away. Just a couple of thrusts and the baby will join us. We see her little head. C'mon! You can do it!” the doctor exclaimed between your legs. The pain was excruciating, your chest rising and falling quickly as if you were running a marathon, your forehead wet with sweat. You thought you couldn't make it, that you were going to die at any moment. That was definitely one of the things, if not the hardest thing you've ever faced in your entire life. Jay meanwhile was next to you as he continued to caress your face and push the locks of your hair away from your face.

“I can't... I can't do this...” you cried, exhausted and without strength.

“Yes you can baby, you can do it,” Jay said, pressing his lips on your forehead “Just few moments and we can hold our daughter, you're so strong love, I don't know anyone else who would be able to face what you're facing...”

“It hurts!” you exclaimed, looking at him but with your eyes clouded by tears. You were in so much pain at the time you didn't notice that Jay's green eyes were also full of tears.

“I know baby, I know. If I could I’d take all the pain away...” he kissed you again, stroking your hair, feeling his heart breaking in million of pieces “Here, take my hand, don't worry about holding her tight.”

And fuck if you squeezed his hand tightly.

Jay didn't even believe it was humanly possible you could have all that force until he feared you could break his fingers. He didn't complain about the pain, he knew it wasn't in the least comparable to what you were feeling in those moments, he didn't blink when you showered him with insults, swearing he would never touch you again.

He actually even found it funny but he didn't dare laugh, he knew you were going to kill him.

Your screams echoed through that hospital room, and as the doctor continued to encourage you to push, Jay felt the chasm inside him open up more and more. He hated seeing you like that, seeing you in so much pain and not being able to do anything to stop it. It was a mixture of emotions he had never felt before - perhaps it was close to what he had felt since he had known you - fear, joy, anxiety, worry, happiness.

He was about to become a father.

It was really happening.

“Here I see the head honey, another push and the baby’s out” the doctor announced with joy and Jay made the mistake of glancing between your legs. He had seen hundreds dead people’s bodies, badly injured over the course of his policing career, but seeing the little girl's head come out of you almost made him collapse.

“Sir are you okay?” a nurse asked noticing how Jay's complexion had become the same as a ghost. He nodded, not being able to answer and immediately looked away and then back to you. You giggled in tears. “Jay go sit down I don't want you to pass out.”

“No way baby I'm fine, I'm not leaving you.”

With one last push the doctor gave birth to the baby and you didn't notice how much you had held your breath until you heard her cry and at that point you let out a sigh of relief.

You wished you could have filmed on your cell phone the moment Jay cut the umbilical cord, the way he kept asking every second if he was doing right and didn't want to risk hurting the baby, the way his hand was shaking despite the heartening words of the doctor and the nurses.

Your heart exploded with joy when you finally held your baby and even more when he picked her up.

Isabel Kay Halstead.

Jay still couldn't believe it.

He was really holding his daughter.

Sure, nine months had passed, but it was only then he really realized it, when he realized for a fact his world had just turned upside down.

He was so happy, so fucking happy.

The baby was asleep and he was sitting in a chair next to your bed as he stroked your hair, looking at you with all the love he had.

“Try to get some sleep baby, you did such a great job today you deserve it” he whispered, a little smile on his lips. You giggled as you started to feel heavy eyelids, god you were so tired.

“But what if Isabel wakes up...”

“I'm here if she wakes up, you deserve to rest my love. Don’t think about doing anything else for the next few months. You carried her for 9 months and you've just given birth, the least I can do is let you sleep. She's safe baby.”

You smiled, nodding slightly. You knew he meant to keep his word, you knew he would sacrifice everything to rest you and take care of your daughter.

“I'm so proud of you baby” he whispered after leaving a kiss on your forehead but you didn’t hear those words, having fallen asleep before he could even finish the sentence.

Jay stood up and tucked the covers over your shoulders as he watched you sleep for a moment. He smiled, unable to believe how lucky he felt to have chosen you as his life partner and mother of his daughter.

Taking care not to make any noise, he walked over his baby's crib, delighting to watch her as she slept. With his forefinger he lightly stroked her little plump, rosy cheeks.

He really just couldn't wrap his mind about the fact she was finally there, that he could finally look at his daughter, hold her. She was so small, so tiny and he couldn't believe how such a small being could have messed up his world so much.

Jay hadn't realized you’d woken up shortly after, not being able to continue sleeping.

Isabel slept in his arms while he continued to gently rock her, sitting on a small armchair. He didn't take his eyes off her even for a second and you couldn't help but think how lucky you felt watching Jay with the baby, how you could never wish for a better father for your daughter.

“God I already love you so much” he whispered to his newborn, observing her as if she was the most beautiful of wonders. She moved slightly but despite this she didn’t wake up, continuing to sleep.

“I still can't believe you're here, your mom and I are so happy. I'm not gonna lie baby, when mom told me she was pregnant I panicked, not because I didn't want you, indeed you are the best gift I have ever received, but because I was so scared. I'm still so afraid. I'm afraid of not being good enough for you, of not being the father you deserve to have. I am not perfect baby, I cannot promise I won’t make you angry, that I will never be wrong but I promise I will try not to, I promise I will always be there for you, at any time. I'll be there when you’ll take your first steps, when you’ll say your first word, when I’ll have to punch someone for hurting you. No one will hurt my little girl I swear on my life...” he chuckled, suddenly feeling a pit in his stomach open at the thought that his little girl would grow up “God baby I'm not ready for you to grow up, can you stay like this forever? I'm not ready to share you with the world, just the thought makes me panic. Is it normal? I don't think so but we'll pretend it is,” he continued, stroking Isabel's cheek as he continued to look at her “You're truly the best thing that has ever happened to me, or rather, you and mom are the best things that have ever happened to me. I can't even expressing what I feel inside, I'm so fucking happy...” he chuckled again, feeling his eyes watery “Don't let mom know I said this word or she'll kill me.”

Jay was silent for a moment, his eyes still on his little girl. He didn't even realize he had started crying until a tear ran down his cheek and fell on Isabel's. He wiped it off quickly, unable to keep his emotions.

“I love you so, so damn much...”

Three years passed from that day on and Isabel had certainly become daddy's little girl. The way she had him wrapped around her finger was something never ceased to surprise you. The way those two loved each other made your heart burst with joy, in a way you never thought possible.

“Mommy, when is dada coming home?” your little girl asked, approaching you with her favorite puppet in her hand, of course a gift from Jay.

“You know Isabel I'm starting to think you love dad more than mom,” you replied as you continued tidying up the living room, giggling. Isabel hugged your legs, being careful not to drop her puppet, looking at you with her big green eyes, capable of melting the coldest of hearts. They were really Jay's eyes, god, it was like see him in those two emerald pools.

“That's not true mommy!” she exclaimed in an even offended tone of voice, then waving her arms in the air as if she wanted to be taken in your arms. You pulled her up and she hugged you with her little arms, with all the strength she had in her body. “I love you too so much, not only dada. I love you both equally!” she said with her little voice and you filled her face with kissed, making her giggle.

“I know sweetie, I know. I love you so so much” you said, breathing deeply the scent of her hair. “Do you want to surprise dada?”

Isabel's eyes lit up instantly as soon as you mentioned her dad and she nodded quickly, not even knowing what the surprise was.

“What surprise?”

“It's lunchtime soon, would you like to cook something together and bring it to him at work? I'm sure he misses you a lot too and can't wait to see you.”

Isabel began to exult and clap her little hands so much that holding her was impossible, so you gently placed her on the ground and like a bolt she ran towards the kitchen, followed by you who couldn't stop smiling.

“Hurry up mommy! Let's cook!”

And you were right.

Jay missed both of you so damn much, he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted nothing more than to go home, be with you and Isabel and not think about anything else.

He giggled when he thought back to the moments when he made fun of Alvin and Antonio for wanting nothing more than to go home and be with their children, telling them to have more fun, but the truth was since Isabel was born he didn't want to do anything else. He wanted to do nothing but be with his daughter, with you, all the time.

In a moment of break at work, Jay took the opportunity to send you a message asking how both of you were doing in the morning and obviously some photos of Isabel. He wasn't surprised when you didn't answer him right away, he knew how much Isabel could keep you busy.

When you arrived at the district, you and Isabel greeted Trudy who had the usual pout on her face, which disappeared as soon as she saw Isabel jumping with a huge smile on her face.

“Look at you little Halstead! Aren’t you the prettiest little girl? You came here to see me right?” Trudy asked, stroking Isabel's head and hugging her, knowing full well this wasn’t true.

Isabel shook her head, awkwardly pulling a lock of hair out in front of her eyes, which made you smile. “No, we are here to see daddy, we cooked his lunch and brought it to him. Can I see him? Can I see him? Where's he?”

“Oh I’m offendend now,” Trudy pouted and Isabel gave her a peck on the cheek to cheer her up. “I'm gonna buzz you up, I'm happy too see you both and Halstead's gonna be happy too, he's been grumpy all day.”

“Thank you Trudy,” you thanked her and after giving her a hug, you gently grabbed Isabel’s hand and went upstairs.

“Look who's there!” Kim's voice caught Jay's attention and when he looked up and saw you and Isabel climbing the stairs his heart almost burst with joy. He jumped up from his desk, going straight to meet you two.

“Dada!” Isabel exclaimed with joy, letting go of your hand and running to meet her father, who immediately took her in his arms making her spin in the air.

“Oh my god what are you doing here? I'm so happy to see you!” he said as he hugged the baby. You couldn't stop smiling seeing them together, that scene was so tender everyone's hearts melted, even Voightìs.

“I missed you Dada, we brought you lunch! Mum and I cooked it, but I cooked more,” Isabel spoke as she looked at her father with loving eyes. Jay let out a sound of amazement before printing a kiss on the child's cheek. “No way! I'm sure it’s so good!”.

He looked over at you, with a smile that nearly made you pass out on the floor in front of everyone else.

“Hi baby” he whispered, approaching you and giving you a kiss on your lips “You look so good.”

You didn't have time to answer as Adam's voice preceded you. “You two are disgusting. How about running away from here little Halstead?” he asked, approaching the three of you but looking just at Isabel.

She shook her head, hugging Jay even more. “I want to stay with Dada.”

“Oh... Is that so? Then I guess I'll have to return that little toy I bought you...” Adam spoke and Isabel's eyes lit up, trying immediateky to go him. You laughed, rolling your eyes at how everyone on the team continually spoiled her.

One night Jay was taking a shower, you and Isabel were in bed playing together. The bathroom was attached to the bedroom so when you heard the shower head go off you knew Jay was done.

And Isabel understood it too.

In fact, she jumped on the bed suddenly, instantly giving up the toys she was playing with and headed for the dresser where Jay had his shirts.

“What are you doing darling?” you asked amusedly at the way her small hands tried to open the drawer, which was far more substantial than hers.

“Dada shirt!” she exclaimed, almost crying when she realized she couldn't open it on her own. You got up and went near her to be able to help her, and in no time at all she grabbed a shirt and ran out of the room, going to meet Jay who was just coming out of the bathroom.

He had a towel around his waist and another in his hands as he dried his hair with another one.

Damn I am so lucky.

“Dada! Dada! Your shirt!” A huge smile was painted on his face as she saw her daughter running towards her waving his shirt in her hands.“Oh baby thank you so much, come here. What I would do without you,” he said, reaching down to her height and picking her up before starting to fill her with kisses.

“Ew dada you're all wet!” Isabel exclaimed, a disgusted expression on her face as she struggled to free herself from Jay's grasp, giggling and squeaking at the same time. “Let me go!”

“Never!” he exclaimed continuing to kiss her as he walked to your bedroom. It was in vain for Isabel to ask for her help as Jay never let her go, instead he placed her on the bed and started tickling her. The room filled with the sound of Isabel's laughter and giggles as she continued to stir under Jay's grasp.

You couldn't stop looking at them and smiling, feeling your heart explode with joy and happiness. The way those two loved each other was a love you had never seen or felt, it was something you didn't even see in movies.

Isabel doted on her father and her father doted on her, they were like siamese twins, they just couldn't be without each other.

You and Isabel had an unbreakable bond, there was no question of that, but the feeling that bonded her to her father was visceral, something you admitted you would never have.

You would never change anything, you loved the way they loved each other and with each passing day this love grew more and more. You loved the way Isabel could always count on Jay, the way she took refuge in his arms when she was sad or when she cried, how she jumped and was excited when he came back home from work in the evening.

“Dada can I sleep with you and mama tonight?” she asked, looking at Jay like you weren't even there.

“Isabel I...” you intervened but obviously Jay hadn't even let you finish the sentence that he had already agreed.

“Of course you can baby,” he replied, hugging her and stroking her hair.

“You know Isabel, you are a big girl now and big girls sleep alone the night,” you said, knowing full well it was a losing battle.

“But I have nightmares mama, I want to be with you,” she replied, putting on the tenderest and cutest dog face she was capable of as she alternated her gaze between you and Jay.

“You can sleep with us as long as you want, no nightmare will bother my little baby,” Jay spoke up, hugging her again not before he kissed her forehead. Isabel started giggling as she snuggled Jay, a malevolent expression on her face as she looked at you.

I can't believe this.

Three years and she already knew how to leverage the feelings of her father, when you said she had it wrapped around her little finger you were not lying at all.

She was definitely Jay's daughter.

And that’s how they fell asleep together and hugged each other that night, her lying on Jay's chest as he had his arm around her little body in a protective manner.

“Come here baby,” he had said before falling asleep, spreading his other arm as if to invite you. You obviously didn't make him repeat it again and, as far as possible without waking Isabel up, you settled into his arm, your head resting in the hollow of his neck. “Hey give me a kiss.”

His tone even sounded offended when he noticed you were nestled on him, making you giggle as you lifted your head and stamped a thousand kisses on his lips.

“You know she has you wrapped around her finger right?” you teased him, leaning your head back as you stroked your daughter’s hair.

“Oh yeah I know but just look at her cute, how can you say no to that face? It's your fault anyways.”

“What? Why?”

He kissed you on the forehead before yawning. “Those puppy dog eyes, she got them from you. You know damn well I can't resist them.”

The times you let Isabel sleep with you and Jay were not uncommon, but there was certainly no shortage of little squabbles trying to getting her to sleep alone. Jay was right, it was really hard to tell her no.

But unluckily, there were even the nights when she woke up crying because of some nightmare and those were the nights when you felt most guilty for leaving her alone. This happened in particular when it was raining and there was thunders. You heard her crying through the baby monitor one night but before you could even figure out what was going on, Jay had already jumped out of bed and ran into Isabel's room, followed right after by you.

His heart was beating madly, his paranoid mind already thinking of the worst possible and imaginable scenarios.

“Hi baby, it's okay I'm here. Dad's here, it's okay” he would say to her, immediately taking her in his arms and holding her tightly to his chest while he cradled her and stroked her hair.

Isabel cried, refusing her face in the hollow of her father's neck, her safe haven.

“It's okay baby, nothing's gonna happen to you, mama and dada are here” he kept whispering in her ear to calm her down.

“I hate... I hate thunders...” she sobbed, even struggling to speak from her tears, her little body shaking with sobs. You approached them and started stroking her hair.

“Look at me baby,” you said and at that point Isabel looked at you, her face red and streaked with her tears as Jay continued to cradle her in his arms.

“I know they're scary my baby. Like dad said we wouldn't let anything happen to you, you're safe. How about you come and sleep with us?” you asked her and at that point her crying subsided and her eyes began to shine. The way she stopped crying so suddenly almost made you laugh. Jay couldn't help himself and let out a chuckle after you two exchanging a look, kissing Isabel at the top of her head after.

“Really?”

“Of course baby, you can stay with us as long as you want,” you said, cupping her face and wiping her tears with your fingers. She smiled and stretched her arms out to you, a sign she wanted to be held by you.

“Let's go sleep honey,” you said, kissing her cheek.

“Dada can I sleep on you?” she asked, after the three of you had settled into the bed.

Jay chuckled, opening his arms widely. “Can I ever say no to this pretty face? Come here.”

She giggled and settled on Jay's chest. He hugged her, holding her tightly to him and placing kisses on her head, pampering her in an attempt to make her completely forget what had happened. She was so grown but she seemed so small in Jay's arms at the same time.

And like this she fell asleep, held in the arms of one of the people who loved her most in the world.

Going to work the next day was more tiring than usual and you couldn't wait to go home and see Jay and your little girl, be with them for a while and forget everything else.

As soon as you opened the door of the apartment you shared with Jay, your gaze immediately went to search for Isabel and Jay, who you knew was off work earlier that day. “I'm home!”

No reply.

After closing the door behind you and hanging your jacket on the hanger, you realized why no one had answered. In an instant the house was filled with giggles and screams and laughter and the sound alone caused a huge smile to form on your face, your heart full of joy. As a magic trick, instantly all the tiredness and frustration of the day seemed to have vanished.

Entering the living room you immediately saw Jay sitting on the sofa and Isabel sitting on his lap squirming as he tickled her. They were so much in their own little world they didn't even notice your presence, so you just leaned on the door jamb and looked at them with a stupid expression on your face.

He was the first to notice between the two. “Hey look who's back!” he exclaimed with a huge smile as soon as he saw you, pointing in your direction. Isabel followed the direction of his gaze and let out a small scream when she saw you, quickly getting off Jay's legs and running towards you.

“Mama!”

You reached down to her height and opened your arms, hugging her as she threw herself on you. “I missed you mommy.”

“Oh baby I missed you too baby, sooo much,” you replied, filling her face with kisses as she giggled.

“Just her?” Jay asked jokingly, standing up and coming towards you as you too stood up with Isabel in your arms.

“Do I know you sir? Why are you in my house?”

He laughed and kissed you on your lips, completed with an “Ew” exclaimed in full disgust from Isabel, causing you and Jay to burst into laughter. You both knew the real reason was her innate jealousy towards her father.

After having dinner, you were sitting on the sofa, playing with your daughter. “What is it?” you asked, noticing the way Jay was smiling. His gaze was directed at little Isabel who continued to play with her toys. Isabel's birth had really changed him, you had seen Jay happy but the way he did nothing but talk about the baby, to everyone with so much pride it almost made you cry, the way he wanted to do nothing but be with her, god, you've never seen someone have so much love for someone else.

“I just...” he sighed happily “I just love her so fucking much. Like I can't even explain it, I would burn the world to the ground if she asked me too.”

You chuckled and he put his arm around your shoulders, drawing you to him before hugging you.

“I want another 300 of her.”

“What?" you asked, looking at him as if a second head had just sprung up.

“I want more kids, lots of them, like I want a football team.”

“Sure easy for you to say, you’re not the one who’s gonna push them out of your vagina,” you joked, giving him a light nudge that made him laugh “Let's give Isabel just a brother or a sister for now, what do you think?”

“Really?” he asked looking at you for a moment with adoring eyes that shone like two stars. You nodded giggling like a schoolgirl as you noticed the little grin on his lips. He alternated his gaze between your eyes and your mouth, wetting his lips with his tongue.

Oh god.

For some absurd reason you knew exactly what was going through his head at that very moment and you couldn't deny that whatever it was you couldn't wait for it to happen.

“Can't wait to have another one, baby.”

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MC's mom: My, my. I knew you were going to see me. Killing those couple. *giggles* Were you fascinated by the scenery?

MC: *starts walking towards her*

MC's mom: That's right. See, MC? If you just only do the things I want you to—

MC: *walks past her*

MC's mom: Huh?

MC: *gets the jar with a fetus inside it* This must be my employer's.

MC's mom: ...

MC's mom: MC? *has a sad expression* How long are you going to ignore me?

MC: *looks at her* Mom, I will say this once again. I will never kill you.

MC's mom: Ha... What?

MC: You're like me, mom. The idea of death is nothing to us.

MC: However, if I really want to hurt you...

MC: I must kill someone else.

MC's mom: *laughs* Who may that be? MC, why would you waste your time when I'm here? *smiles*

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MC's mom: Hun...?

MC: Happy Anniversary to both of you.

MC's dad: *his head got decapitated*

MC's dad: Hun... Save yourself...

MC: Dad, I told you. I know how to keep my promise.

MC's mom: MC... But that's your dad... He didn't— He didn't do anything wrong to you.

MC: Oh... I see now. So you actually treasure him. How nice. Would that make me a child born out of love?

MC's mom: *her tears streaming down her face* MC...

MC: And you know what? I'm so glad your potions are easy to find. Look at dad. He still have a few minutes left even though his head is already detached from his body.

MC: Would you like him as a souvenir?

MC's mom: Y-Yes... Please give him to me—

MC: *makes their father's head explode in their hands* Oops. Sorry. My hands slipped.

MC's mom: MC... This is not what your mom's want—

MC: *touches her face with their bloody hands* No, mom. Trust me. This is the kind of pain you wished for.

MC: I know how much you wanted to feel normal. Pain is normal. Grieving is also normal. Witnessing your beloved husband die in his child's hands is also normal.

MC: What do you say now, mom? Have I made you proud?

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MC: *their head resting on Barbatos's shoulder*

Barbatos: *smiles* Are you exhausted?

MC: No.

Barbatos: You can hold my hand too if you want.

MC: No. I can still smell the blood.

Barbatos: It's okay. *holds their hand* *and kisses it*

Barbatos: You were amazing back there.

MC: *looks at him*

Barbatos: Hm?

MC: I wonder if you felt the same euphoria I had when I first met you.

Barbatos: You mean when you caught me dealing with demons?

MC: *nods* Yes.

Barbatos: *smiles* Maybe.

MC: I see.

Barbatos: So what will happen to your mother now?

MC: She will die in a painless death. Or should I say painful because she's suffering psychologically?

Barbatos: *chuckles* Does it matter?

MC: No.

Barbatos: Well then. Let's go? There are things we need to do.

MC: Hm.

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Employer: MC, I want to invite you and your husband to my baby shower.

MC: We're going.

Employer: Really? Wow! I didn't expect that you would agree immediately! *laughs*

MC: By the way, master. Won't it be the last day of work?

Employer: Hmm... Now that you say that, yes. I think it's time for me to settle.

MC: Congratulations, master.

Employer: Thank you! How about you, MC? Don't you think it's time for you to settle?

MC: No. I still need to eliminate some people.

Employer: Are you serious? You should give more time to your husband. *whispers* And make some babies.

MC: ...

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MC: Everything went well.

Barbatos: *who turned back time before their employer and her family died* That's good to hear.

MC: And also, my employer said something.

Barbatos: Hm? What is it?

MC: Let's make babies.

Barbatos: ...

MC: ...

MC: I'm not saying that we should do it now.

Barbatos: R-Right...

Barbatos: ...

MC: You have a boner, dear.

Barbatos: Please don't pay attention to that.

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #assassin!mc

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rphelperblog · 2 years

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City of Glass Book Quote Rp Meme

the third book in the Mortal Instruments Series by Cassandra Clare - my favorite one- feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes.- part one

“There is no pretending, I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.”

“You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?"

“Since the first time i saw you, I've belonged to you completely.”

“We may not be all that bright,but at least we are alive.”

“I can’t untie myself from you, not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me. And I don’t want to.”

You can’t be complete jerks to each other forever you know.”

“Knowing is better than not knowing. Every time.”

“In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.”

“You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.”

"I guess blessings are easier to come by than I thought. Maybe I should ask for blessings on my mission against all those who wear white after labor day.”

“Some Laws were meant to be broken.”

“So I lied to you last night. I said that I just wanted one night with you. But I want every night with you.”

“You could say anything you wanted to someone you thought you were never going to see again.”

“Because you told me you don't have feelings for me anymore, and you see, that's very akward, because I still have them for you. And I bet you know it.”

“If you hurt her, she’s quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.”

“No one could be that annoying without some kind of supernatural assistance.”

“If I’d just listened—just taken one second to listen—it wouldn’t have happened”

“I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.”

“There are some kinds of wounds you can get, internal injuries. You don't know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside.”

“I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t give up loving you. Not for anything. As long as I remember what it was like to love you, I will always feel like I am alive.”

“It was hidden inside another book. One your father was unlikely to ever open.Simple Recipes for Housewives. No one can say your mother didn't have a sense of humor.”

“I only count the hours that shine.”

“People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.”

“I have a fetish for damsels in distress.”

“You never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.”

And, I would do it again. I would always ask for you.”

“Crying wouldn't help anything now.”

“Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.”

"Thankfully no one's home, or they would have assumed I was murdering you."

“Ah, the 'I told you so.Always a classy move.”

“There were some feelings you never forgot.”

“Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?”

You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-”

“You couldnt erase everything that caused you pain with recollection.Every memory was valuable; even the bad ones”

“Doing the right thing because you love someone sucks sometimes.”

“I love you. I don’t care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time.”

“So you decided to help us by killing the guy we were talking to?"

“You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn’t you? You couldn’t just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do?”

You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.”

“Did you ever think that in a past life he was an old woman with ninety cats who was always yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off her lawn? Because I do,”

“Weakness and corruption isn’t in the world, it’s in people. And it always will be. The world just needs good people to balance it out.”

“My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, ‘Are these snakes poisonous?’ and ‘But you look much too young to be a police officer.’”

“It's because you're too scared to tell anyone who you really love. Love makes us liars.”

“If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going."

“I've always been told my presence brightened up any room. One might think that went doubly for dank underground cell."

"He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.”

“The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you,he can't.”

"No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?”

“I know it's wrong - God, it's all kinds of wrong - but I just want to lie down with you and wake up with you, just once, just once ever in my life.”

“It’s my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.”

"I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box."

“Look, did you ask me to come all the way uptown just so you could stare at me like I was something in a petri dish? Next time I'll send you a photo."

But as long as I remember what it was like to love you, I’ll always feel like I’m alive.”

"I don't return library books. I steal illegal music off the internet. I lie to my mom. I am completely ordinary."

You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.”

“So that’s why you never told me your middle name. I figured it was something embarrassing.”

“The Law is hard, but it is the Law.”

Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?"

"Do we all have to do that, too?”

“Waiting for a special occasion to kill me? Christmas is coming.”

“You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me."

“And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...? And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.

"here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.."

“if it’s the lack of forbidden you’re worried about, you could still forbid me to do things.”

“Is this the part where you tell me that if I hurt her, you’ll kill me?”

“You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.”

“I have the benefit of experience which tells me that sulking solves nothing”

“Look, you can date whoever you want and I will totally support you. I am all about support. Support is my middle name.”

If I feel the urge to burst into flames, I’ll let you know.”

"If it's the lack of forbidden you're worried about. You could still forbid me to do things."

“Well, in your defense, I do move with a silent, pantherlike grace.”

“is that why you didn’t call me? because I am an idiot.”

“So here’s where they put you. I didn’t think they even used these cells anymore.”

“I always thought that 'Good things happen to those who do the wave' No wonder I've been so confused”

“and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before”

"Exactly. Despite my staggering good lucks, you actually don't like me that way."

“The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places."

“You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.”

“Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.”

“what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?”

“Hail and Farewell, my brother.”

“Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.”

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mezuki04 · 2 years

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Duel Monster Stories

The Zuki Brothers Part 1: The Zombie World

Hey there! Here’s my first short story about Yu-Gi-Oh duel monsters. The main characters aren’t in my stories but the duel monsters are. I plan on writing more stories of this nature in the future, exploring the world of duel monsters.

Word Count: 800

Yu-Gi-Oh Cards Featured: Zombie World, Mezuk, Gozuki & Uni-Zombie, Huaquero of The Golden Land

The world of The Duel Monsters was a unique one. Where various creatures existed living their day-to-day life.

It was split into 3 separate realms: The Living World, The Zombie World, and The Kingdom. None were allowed to traverse between these realms until their appointed time came.

Souls started in the realm of the living. If they lived righteous lives they would be sent to The Kingdom. If not, then they were sent to The Zombie World. Dead. Some were sent there to redeem themselves as a second chance and some were sent directly to Hell to burn for eternity. Hell is a portion of the Zombie world to remind the dead to correct their ways.

We follow a tale of two brothers. Mezuki and Gozuki. They weren't exactly brothers as there weren't any blood-related families. Since no one was born in the Zombie world just sent there from the realm of the living.

Although families did form as a result of absolute loneliness. As even the dead felt lonely. Mezuki found Gozuki spat into the Zombie world confused. He decided to take him under his wing through his travels.

The Zuki brothers coming back from a long journey to the "Marketplace". Where travellers from all over the world would gather to buy the finest of the undead food, clothes, and resources. You might ask what need did the dead have for food? Well, you wouldn't die here but the pain in your stomach would become unbearable.

The Zuki Brothers walked into their "friend's" bar called the "Uni-Zombies". Two other brothers who ran the longest existing bar in this rotting universe.

"You two look like shit, you know that right?" The fat brother said to the Zuki Brothers as he cleaned a glass.

"And you're bald, so what's your point?" Gozuki shot back at him.

"Haha, why waste your time with these stupid adventures when you can relax and do whatever? I mean I've been alive for a good 1000 years and I've given up trying to redeem myself." The fat one replied.

"There are no second chances after this world. Either you get thrown into The Fire or you can go to The Kingdom. You know the path of the Sloth is one of the paths to Hell as well?" Mezuki said while drinking his glass of water.

"Yeah yeah, I've read the scriptures. Listen, kid, you're only 200 years old and your brother is a solid 50. You'll know when you're older. Your odds here are slim to none. Should have done better in the world of The Living and you wouldn't be here in the first place." The Fat Zombie replied.

Mezuki rolled his eyes as Gozuki got up to use the washroom. In a rotting world, people still cared for hygiene here. The dead and living aren't too different.

As Gozuki tried walking inside, the door flung open hitting him right in the face.

"Hey what the f*** man, watch yourself!" Gozuki put his hand to his face in pain. As the pirate-looking Zombie pulled his pants up halfway down his knees.

"Watch what you say you ugly bull, do you know who I am??" The pirate-looking man said.

"I don't give a sh** who you are bub, I'll smash your head and send you to the pits," Gozuki said angrily as steam came out his nose. Hitting the hammer he had on his hands to show he wasn't a punk.

"You fool, I'm Huecero of the Golden Land. The trusty right hand of Eldlich the Golden Lord!"

Mezuki turned his head around in shock. He was used to Gozuki getting into fights as he was quite the hothead but this was different. The Golden Land soldiers are guys you don't pick fights with. Not because they were strong or anything. The Zuki brothers crushed foes the size of buildings. It was only since they served Eldlich. He was the ruler of the Zombie world. He lived in Golden Land where he held the gateway to the living. Due to this responsibility of his, he held tons of wealth and power.

Mezuki turned around quickly to defuse the situation “You meathead, what did I say?? Don’t just fight with anyone and anything!” It was too late though, Gozuki was already angry as could be. He cocked back his hammer.

“I thought I said, I don’t give a sh** who you are…” swinging his hammer right into the head of Huaquero. Shattering his skull and killing him instantly.

“Oh shi*... what have you done…” Mezuki sighed

#yugioh #yu-gi-oh #mezuki #gozuki #short story #uni-zombie #zombie #Zombie World

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inthiswhisper · 2 years

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gabriel: every day, asmodeus tortured me. every day. he fed off my grace for years. he used me, he debased me, until i was… what i went through — you don't forgive. everyone who had a hand in it will die. get me?

sam: yeah, we do.

dean: okay, you went through it. we get it. ... but killing loki? not gonna change any of that. ... probably not even gonna make you feel better.

gabriel: well, agree to disagree, dean-o. we all have our demons.

dean: not like i care about killing gods, okay? but this whole revenge kick? it's a waste of time. you've seen it, sam. with me, with dad. revenge only ends one way — ugly.

sam: well, maybe it doesn't have to.

dean: okay, i think i know what this is. ... you're so hopped up on this ‘kill bill’ fantasy of his. if you had a shot at lucifer, you wouldn't take it?

sam: of course i would. but this is about gabriel. he needs our help.

—

sam’s relating to people seeking revenge this season is consistently mounting. i won’t get repetitive, but father lucca and rowena were in the same boat — seeking what they lost and losing themselves in that. even father lucca—

father lucca: i didn’t know what to do.

sam: so you hit me?

father lucca: the skull was gone. when i saw you found something, i lost my head, okay?

—hurt sam to get his relic back, just like rowena nearly killed sam to get crowley, and kevin—

kevin: michael says… when he lets me into heaven, i'll get to see my mom again.

mary: i’ve been to heaven, and what's there — it's just memories. nothing's real.

kevin: [crying] i don’t care. you don't understand. you don't know the things that i've done. i just want this to be over.

—double-crossed mary, jack, and the hunters on the promise that he’d see his mom. gabriel’s ready to do anything to get his peace of mind back. and every single time, sam stated that he understood. he got it. he’d be desperate too if put in their shoes. i don’t know, i just like seeing sam go through similar arcs and reach a place where he knows revenge isn’t right, but he feels for the people seeking revenge because it’s born from pain and a need for peace. to cleanse and restart, which sam fully understands.

but dean is... conflicted, as always. he knows revenge isn’t right either. he just got over nearly taking his grief out on jack. so, i do not blame him at all for trying to keep sam from making the heart choice instead of the smart choice this time. if he gives other people’s decisions an inch, they’ll take a mile and leave everyone devastated. i mean, it’s funny — he and sam / cas are paralleling mary and jack in that way. i did say that mary had balanced her parenting instincts and her hunting instincts, both of which dean possesses. so, dean and mary are being level-headed and asking for sam, cas, and jack to be patient. to think things through. to not risk their own and other people’s lives for the sake of a cause, or it will end ugly. but with situations dire — it’s hard to hold onto rationale.

#i even joked about cas going 'kill bill' on donatello #that's really funny #supernatural #spn liveblog #13x15 #13x20

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ask-mirror-and-prime-simon · 3 years

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The Mirror Car II

Summary: A familiar face implores Simon to confront his feelings

A/N: None

Chapter: 3/?

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning: Implied suicidal thoughts/Self hatred

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"Hey...are you okay?"

His eyes burned as he forced them open,face still warm and bright red. "What do you think?"

"Simon...I'm sorry..."

"Stop it"

The other looked to him with confusion. "Huh?"

"Stop it" Simon repeated. "Stop apologizing,its annoying"

"But I made you upset,even if I did get mad I shouldn't have taken it out on you"

"You're so patronizing,you know that?" The boy said. "Stop acting like you're better than me"

"I'm not trying to" He attempted to explain. "I'm just saying sorry"

"Then stop saying it in my voice!" His prime snapped. "I can take dealing with nulls that want to fight back but I'm not letting you mock me"

"I'm not mocking you!" The other insisted. "I can't help sounding like you or looking like you,I was just born like this"

"Then I'll make you!" He lunged towards the other,right hand ready to grab him by the hair while the left reached for the glass shard. His knuckles were first to hit the reflective surface,the boy letting out a pained hiss before shooting him a glare. "Get out of there and fight me!"

"I don't want to fight you!" The reflection shouted. "Just please talk to me! I can help fix everything,just-"

Simon swung his leg forth,kicking the cube by his side with as much force as he could muster. His foot ached from the harsh slam against the chrome but he dare not stop. He continued to swing and kick with frustrated grunts,hoping that eventually he would knock that sorrowful look off the douple-gangers face. Yet each time he pulled away all he saw was himself,arms shielding his face with a look of fear in his eyes. The sight was enough to make his blood boil.

"Stop it!" The other begged with a cracked voice,scared that the barrier could somehow break. "Just listen to me! I want to fix everything too!"

Simon froze,foot hovering over where the other's face would be. "What?"

"I want to find Grace," He said. "I want to find her so we can start over but be better"

"Why would I want to get better if I was never wrong to begin with?" Simon asked. "You're just as brainwashed as she was"

"You know you were wrong" His reflection said. "If...If you really did think you were right you wouldn't be here"

The passenger grew a sneer,hands curled into a fist. "I'm here to find Grace and take her home. She's been in that projection thing long enough to be back to normal"

"But you don't want to leave her there" His reflection began. "And I know this has been eating you up since then. I felt everything you did when it happened and I know you felt something"

He slammed his fist into the wall,looking to the other with rage. "You don't know anything!"

The other flinched,Simon leaning in closer. "You don't know what we've been through together,you don't know how much it hurt knowing she picked that null over someone she knew for ten years,YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS KNOWING EVERYTHING WAS A LIE!"

Tears welled in the corner of his Prime's eyes,the mirror boy slowly reaching out for him. "Simon..."

His face grew red,the corners of his sneer twitching as he struggled to keep from sobbing. "We've been together for ten years...the Apex wasn't just some after school group we made. Leading it by her side...I just...I felt like I had a purpose. I actually meant something here"

"You are here for a reason" His reflection reminded him softly. "You're here to get better and heal"

"From what?" The boy questioned. "Coming here was the best thing to ever happen to me and you want me to give everything up just because some old woman said I had to?"

"Well,Grace tried to"

"And look where she is now"

There was a moment of silence,the passenger wiping the tears from his eyes. The chrome boy laid back against the barrier,listening to his sniffling. "I just thought...I thought you'd get better after hearing everything."

"Hear what? That I'm the worst,most worthless person alive and I should rot away?" The boy let out a weak chuckle. "Yeah,I really needed to hear that"

"I never said that" His reflection quickly responded. "What I'm saying is..." He took a deep breath,leaning against the barrier separating their worlds. "You messed up,but you can still fix it"

"How?" Simon asked,defeat in his tone. "I can't just go back and pretend nothing happened. What if...what if she hates me?"

"I mean..." He hesitated a moment before looking away. "I wouldn't blame her,we deserve it"

“Stop acting like you did anything '' Simon half heartedly demanded.

"But I'm a part of you and you-"

"You are NOT a part of me" He quickly said. "You're just - just a stupid,stupid null that's making me say dumb shit"

"I'm..." He hesitated,brushing aside the idea of correcting him. "But you said all of this to me,maybe you can say it to her"

"As if she'd let me," The Prime said bitterly.

"Well...maybe I can do it"

Simon raised an eyebrow,looking to him. "What?"

"You said I didn't do anything right?" He asked. "I know you're scared to say this to her,so what if I tell her for you?"

"Why would she listen to you?" He shot back. "You're just a null"

"She listened to Hazel," The other reminded him. "I know I don't mean as much as you did to anyone,but maybe she'll listen to me"

"And how are you going to talk to her huh?" Simon folded his arms,an annoyed look in his eye. "You can't even get out to fight me"

"I know how but...but we'll have to switch places. Only one of us can go,” he explained nervously.

The other held back a laugh,a twisted grin peaking through in its place. As if he'd let a null trick him into another sort of trap. Just as he thought,they could never be trusted. What a waste of time. "Wow,I can't believe I almost let you trick me"

"I'm not trying to trick you!" His reflection said in a panic. Damn it,he was so close to actually letting him acknowledge the long list of screw ups. "I'm trying to help you,I promise"

"Nice try null" His smile quickly fell,the boy pressing his hand against the chrome. "Tell anyone about anything I said and I'll kill both of us"

He began to stand,heading back towards the door. The reflection stood with terrified tears in his wide eyes. No,he could still change! He believed him,if only he'd just listen! "WAIT!"

He reached for his Prime,their palms finally touching save for the thin chrome barrier. His feet were slowly lifted off the ground,the world spinning with him as he let out a scream. Just as fast as the spinning had started it stopped,the boy left shakily standing.

The reflection nervously looked around,trying to make sense of what had just happened. The air felt different somehow,more fresh and cold on his metal skin. A sudden feeling burst in his chest,a shaky hand placing a hand over the area.

A heartbeat

His eyes grew wide at the sudden revelation. He was out,finally free. Tears welled in his eyes,falling like rain drops as he looked at his own reflection in his palms. "I...I'm real"

"HEY!"

His happiness was short lived,the boy looking below him to find the other banging on the chrome floors. He hurled profanities at him,fighting to return to the other side.

"Simon!" He immediately fell to his knees,eyes full of worry. "Are you okay?"

"YOU TRICKED ME!"

The once reflection flinched,a wince on his face. "I-I didn't mean to-"

"YOU LIAR!" The other yelled. "I SHOULDN'T HAVE TRUSTED YOU! YOU NULLS ARE ALL THE SAME! YOU'RE ALL JUST THE WORST!"

The boy's face grew warm,another brand new feeling,finally shouting. "You wouldn't be in there if you just listened!"

"I DON'T NEED TO LISTEN TO ANYONE!"

"You should've listened to Grace!"

Simon tensed,sneer frozen on his face.

"This never would've happened if you just listened!"

The other opened his mouth to find any sort of retort,words sharp as a blade to destroy the person who dared make him spill such raw emotions. No,he's a liar just like everyone else,how could he lie to himself and say he felt sorry about doing the right thing? All he'd have to do was wake Grace up and go back home and pretend nothing ever happened.

But...could he even do that now?

"What if...what if she hates me?"

He grit his teeth,body trembling as his eyes grew watery. All he could imagine was the girl he loved so much waking from her torturous nightmare and staring at him. Her usually kind eyes would hold nothing but malice,betrayal even as she looked at him with unfiltered disgust.

"I hate you" She would shout between sobs. "I'd rather die than have anything to do with you!"

Warm tears rolled down his cheeks,lowering his head so the other couldn't see the pain only his dearest friend had ever witnessed. His entire body shook,breathing heavy as he held back a sob.

"Simon..."

"Just get out," He choked. "Get out and leave me to die"

The other remained silent,anger melting back into concern. He debated on whether or not to switch back,a part of him knowing exactly where he would walk straight to first,flesh torn in the train wheels.

"I'll come back for you" He said softly. "I'll fix everything and come back,I promise"

"Go away..."

Reluctantly he sat up,feeling something sharp under his palm. He lifted his hand,finding the glass shard lovingly handed to him by the young Lucy. By the looks of it,it was probably best to keep anything sharp as far away from his Prime as possible.

He quickly tucked it in his sock,glass pressing against his ankle. With that he stood,giving the boy one last glance before opening the dark wood door.

The air was fresh,whipping his metal hair back. With a deep breath he stepped outside,fully expecting to be pulled right back in.

Nothing.

For the first time he stood with both feet out the door,entire body free from the shackles of the mirror world. He watched the world around him,the train even bigger than he could ever imagine. So many cars,so many new worlds full of life that he could only dream of seeing before.

He stepped forward,flinching once he caught sight of the spinning wheels. No - it's fine - Simon’s in the chrome car and Grace wouldn’t hurt any denizen after the brief moment of happiness she had with Hazel. It's...It's fine. Everything’s fine.

In the wheel he caught a glimpse of himself. That face...the longer he looked the more his stomach churned.

Careful hands undid the small ponytail,blond hair falling to his shoulders. He reached for the hem of his sweater,pulling the article up and over until it was off and crumpled into a hasty clump of fabric and twine. Shaky arms held the ball of old belongings over the railing,eyes shut tight. No more wheeling,not after this.

The boy let the elastic fall,band snapping as the fabric ripped under the wheels into scraps and thread. He hesitantly opened an eye,looking to his reflection once more. It was a start at least.

He turned back to the bridge,continuing the long walk onwards. What lay ahead,even he wasn’t entirely sure. What he did know was one thing,he was going to fix whatever mess was left behind by his Prime. It didn’t matter how long it would take,just so long as no one else had to suffer anymore.

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