#· ✱. // DESTINY OR GOING HOME ; WHAT HAPPENS TO MY SOUL ( hc. )

[mcthersguilt]

talk to me about how abby just wanted to feel painless again. how after alie , she wasn’t able to handle the pain it inflicted upon her body and soul and instead turned to pills , to something she could physically control in order to stop the pain.

[tillthelandslide]

Made to Love

Author's Note: Hello to all of you beautiful and wonderful people. I hope your day is going well. After having a whole day of writer's block, I listened to Made to Love by John Legend and this wonderful idea came into my head so I wrote it down. I hope you liked this and I'm thinking maybe I could do a part 2 if you guys like it?

This is set in a utopian world, not ours just so you know.

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Growing up you were taught the laws of the world you lived in. You were taught that every person around you had different morals and different beliefs. But one thing everyone agreed on was the existence of soul mates, two people linked by destiny, made for each other, two people bound my fate to be together until death do they part. You were taught that you could tell who your soulmate is purely but the feeling you got. You were told that your soul mates aura would match yours and the closer you were to each other the deeper you would feel, the more intense your feelings would be, as if amplified by the other person. You were also taught that as you grew up you would get visions of your soul mate. You wouldn't see what they looked like or where they lived but would see visions of what they were like, what they did in their spare time. You knew yours was an actor (although how famous you didn't know), you knew he enjoyed video games just as much as you did, he grew up reading fantasy books just like you, you could feel that family was important to him, he had brothers but you weren't sure how many. You could also feel each other's emotions when you were apart, a constant reminder from destiny that you had to find each other to live in peace, to live in paradise with each other. The piece of information that made it difficult in finding him was that he was an actor, he was always travelling and was always filming. This made finding him difficult because you were a singer, a famous one at that, you were constantly on the road, never in the same place for more than a couple of days at a time.

But you were currently on a break from your life on the road, you had told your fans that you were going to take a hiatus and lots of them encouraged you to find your soul mate, because they wanted you to be happy.

One of the fundamental laws of soul mates was the push and pull dynamic, the more someone would push their soulmate away. the more they would find themselves needing that person. There were people who ignored these laws, and lived their lives running from destiny. Soulmates who were yet to find each other were allowed to carry out temporary relationships with non-soul mate individuals, named "betas" but were forbidden to marry them or reproduce with them. Again there were those who hated these laws, those who married non-soulmates to spite destiny.

As for you, you had a few relationships with betas, but they never satisfied that of your deepest desire. It was fun getting to know betas and you found yourself loving them, but not in the way that soulmates would love each other. Eventually the relationship between betas would come to an end when the other found their soulmate. But you were yet to find yours so all of your beta relationships had ended because they had been successful in carrying out the law.

So here you were, alone in your house in London, what was the point of a break if I can't even find my soulmate? you thought. You were beginning to lose hope, maybe you had done something to spite destiny and this was its way of punishing you.

You had begun to feel ill, your mother bringing you some soup in hopes you would feel better. Your mother was one of few individuals, who destiny had granted multiple soul mates, this only happened to people whose original soul mate had passed, destiny would grant them another if they had successfully carried out the law of soul mates in all its glory. And your mother had, she had found her soulmate when she was 21 and had gotten married soon after, having 4 beautiful children (you included) before sadly her soul mate (your father) and passed. Destiny had decided that she carried out the law so well that she deserved another one.

To say it irked you was an understatement, you were happy for her, sure, but there she was having had 2 soul mates and you were yet to find yours.

"He's on he's way dear" she said, as she was leaving your home.

"I don't know ma" you frowned, rubbing your forehead I wish this throbbing in my head would stop for christ sake you thought.

"He is, my love. Now rest and get better, I have to meet Derek for lunch" she said referring to your step farther.

"Have a lovely day ma" you said, making her smile and leave you.

Your head throbbed again, making you have to close your eyes as you felt like you were going to faint.

"What in the world?" you said, your hand coming up to rest against the wall to stop yourself from falling.

Sit down love you heard his voice in your head say. Oh yeah, another side effect of not finding your soulmate was having this kind of connection with them, they could communicate with you, through your mind. It sounds ridiculous but it's true, it takes practice to successfully send a message to your soul mate, apparently it becomes painstakingly easy when you've actually met them.

"You're not helping me" you chuckled out, crashing on your sofa.

You need to rest, your making me feel nauseous his voice said again

"Oh thanks love. Sorry to be such a pain" you said, sarcastically.

Sorry love you heard him chuckle

"It would be a lot easier if you were here dickhead" you laughed, joking with him, your eyes still shut. An image flashed in your mind... A lot of green, that's all you could see for miles.

"What are you doing?" you laughed, talking about the vision you got.

Walking Kal

"all I can see is green, like for miles?" you asked, and you heard him chuckle. He didn't say anything else and you sighed, resting your head against your sofa.

Wish I could help you. He sounded sad and he felt sad too, you could physically feel him frowning, but you knew it felt worse for him, that's how it worked. You were feeling dizzy, which meant he was feeling it a little too.

"Would be so much easier if I knew where you were." you said, your cat jumping up to sit on you.

Y'know how it works love, can't tell you that

He was right, another stupid rule was that if one soulmate attempted to send a message containing information about where they were or where they lived, the information would be corrupted, all the other would hear is muffled speech.

"I'll leave you to it then my love" you said quietly.

Okay love, rest well. Get someone to come round and look after you

"I'll try." you said. You managed to open your eyes, the world spinning a lot less now, the same throbbing in your head like someone was constantly playing a drum in there. You picked up your phone texting your best friend.

"Hey. Not well. Please come save me 😂" you typed, short sentences will have to do you thought.

"coming" was all you received back. Your friend arrived 10 minutes later, as she lived close by. She let herself in calling your name, to which you just groaned.

"Oh c'mon you big baby, it can't be that bad" she said upon seeing you.

"That's easy for you to say. You don't have what feels like someone kicking your head in every 2 seconds" you said, groaning when she tried pulling you up from your seat.

"We're going for a walk, the fresh air will do you good." she said, forcing your shoes on your feet.

"Really? I'm not well" you pouted.

"C'mon you need air" she said, pulling you up and to the door.

You began walking, every few steps you had to stop and shut your eyes, your vision became blurry and your head pounded and pounded with every step. You could see green again, a park?

"Hey it's okay, I've got you I'm here, Cmon sit down" she said, leading you to a bench.

Another vision: a bench?

Another one: two women?

Another one: a dog jumping excitedly

What was that?: An American Akita?

"This isn't working" you groaned loudly, your vision coming back to you, you looked around you, you were in a park, surrounded by green.

"Oh my god" you said, your head pounding, like a drum getting louder. You stood suddenly, your feet hurt but they carried you forward, you didn’t want to be walking but your body had other plans, your legs hurt... Everything hurt.

What's happening? You heard him say

You were falling, falling, your head throbbing more than ever, just as you were about to hit the ground, you felt something soft... Hands? You opened your eyes briefly, two blue eyes, the left had a bit of brown in it

 And then? Nothing.

The next thing you know, you were lying on the pavement, your head no longer hurt... That's good you thought. You opened your eyes, seeing the same blue eyes, your heart felt like it exploded, your back shooting up from the ground on its own accord, turning to look at the man.

"Oh my god" you cried, he was here, you found him.

"Told you to rest, love" he said, somehow making a joke out of it, but he had tears in his eyes too. You wrapped your arms around him, him pulling you to his chest.

"It's okay I've got you love, I've got you" he said, hugging you like he was never going to let go.

"You found me" you said, pulling back to look into his eyes.

"I found you alright" he said, nodding as tears fell from his eyes.

"Henry" you said, suddenly knowing his name as if you'd always known it, you knew everything there was to know about him, and he you.

"Y/N" he uttered, his hand grasping your face tightly in his hand, bringing it closer to his so he could finally kiss you. His lips were perfect against yours, it was everything everyone told you it would be, nothing but heightened emotions, destiny and fate.

"I love you so much" he uttered against your lips.

"I love you too" you replied, pulling back from the kiss.

"How's the head?" he said, his fingers rubbing at your temple.

[wonderlandleighleigh]

98 Thoughts while watching A New Hope

1. Who was that silver protocol droid? What happened to them? Are they okay? where are they now?? I bet they’re cooler than 3P0.

2. Rebel helmets are just silly.

3. I love how dirty R2 and 3P0 are. 

4. Man, Rex is right. Empire-era Stormtrooper armor is total shit.

5. Shut up Anakin.

6. Oh Space Mom. I will miss Carrie Fisher forever. 

7. Anakin fucking - he asks a question just as he kills the dude. Like- why-? Shut up Anakin.

8. Something I really love about this first movie is that Leia doesn’t do anything overtly sexily. When she gets shot, she’s literally just laid out on the floor, on her belly. It’s not meant to be hot. And even later when she’s tortured, it’s not meant to be a male gaze thing.

9. For fuck’s sake Anakin. Your daughter is standing right fucking there, and you can’t even sense it. What a dumb. 

10. R2 is like “Fuck. This place again?”  But 3P0 was created on Tatooine and he doesn’t even remember. That’s kinda sad. 

11. As Dettiot says, you can really tell that 3P0 was created by a 9 year old Anakin. Yeesh.

12. I really love the Jawas. They’re so strange, and wonderful. 

13. I wonder what R2 was thinking about when he was walking all that time by himself on Tatooine. Was he thinking about Anakin? Was he thinking about the war? Or Padme? Or Ahsoka? 

14. Man, Tatooine at dusk is beautiful, isn’t it?

15. These Stormtroopers have sand on their butts. I never noticed. 

16. I remember thinking the Jawa going “bobit! bobit!” was very funny as a kid.

17. Beru Whitesun. Former slaver liberator. Secret bad-ass. She and Owen really deserved better. 

18. R2: I cannot believe my old master’s son is leaving me the fuck behind. What the fuck is this shit. Get back here. Do you know how much I suffered for your dumb dad? 

19. Luke playing with toy ships just like Anakin did. And didn’t Obi-Wan make some of those in one continuity or another? *sad* 

20. R2: ANOTHER SKYWALKER OH GOD. 

21. SHE IS YOUR SISTER. Do NOT falling in love with your SISTER.

22. R2′s memory has never been wiped. Aside from Leia’s message, gold only knows what other recordings are saved on his hard drive. 

23. Blue milk! 

24. And Owen lying his ass of to Luke. Ugh.

25. I remember as a kid thinking that Owen was too grumpy/mean. But he’s a really good person. He raised this kid, and wants nothing more than to do right by him. Done so dirty. 

26. But Luke’s pensive moment watching the suns set is so beautiful.

27. I desperately want to know how Beru’s cooker works. I want one. It looks so cool. 

28. I want a Bantha. 

29. R2 trying to wake Luke up is such a moment. 

30. Obi-Wan’s krate dragon impersonation is amazing. I wish he’d do it more often.

31. I have feelings about his old, dusty Jedi robes.  In fact, everytthing about old Ben gives me feelings. He lost everything, and has been hiding in the desert for twenty years. 

32. “He’s searching for his former master. I’ve never seen so much devotion in a droid before.” Obi-Wan’s face is so haunted in this moment. Fuck.

33. R2: WHY YOU PLAYING YOU KNOW ME! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

34. Owen told Luke his father sold drugs. The. Fuck.

35. “He was the best star pilot. And a cunning warrior. And he was a good friend.” *sads* 

36. Obi-Wan sat in the desert with his brother’s lightsaber for twenty years, just mourning everything that had happened. Fuck. 

37. Obi-Wan stop LYING. 

38. Obi-Wan’s face clearly says, while Leia’s recording plays, “Oh shit. All this crap is catching up to me. Again. I’ll never ever be rid of Skywalkers.” 

39. Obi-Wan has such terrible ideas. Still.

40. I just love that Vader hates the Death Star. Anakin hates the Death Star the way Steve Rogers hates Stark Tower. 

41. Aaaand bye-bye senate. I wonder if that will happen here in the US at some point if Trump keeps Trumping along.

42. Tarken and Vader’s bromance is such a thing.

43. Ha! “accurate.” “precise.” Stormtroopers. Ha. 

44. Owen and Beru’s fate is so gruesome. I was always so shocked by how much we were shown. Damn. Grim. And again, done so dirty. More Skywalker adjacent family dead. 

45. Shut up, Anakin.

46. More grim shit. Burning the Jawa bodies. 

47. Poor Luke. He lost everything that day. He thought his father and mother were both dead, and now his uncle and aunt are truly dead. So yeah. Following a weird wizard on a quest. 

48. Mos Eisley doesn’t seem dangerous. Just goofy. 

49. Alec Guinness’  delivery of the Jedi mind trick is so casual. So sly. Love it.

50. CHEWBACCA! WHAT A WOOKIE! 

51. Why does everybody hate droids??? 

52. omg. Luke tugging on the bartender’s shirt. Wtf Luke. Just say “Excuse me.” That’s so rude.

53. Obi-Wan just slicing off that dude’s arm...a little reactionary maybe? AND NOBODY DOES OR SAYS ANYTHING. 

54. Obi-Wan is so unimpressed by Han. omg.

55. Obi-Wan is just gonna hit up Bail and Breja for cash when they get to Alderaan. Dang. 

56. “I’m never coming back to this planet again.” heh.

57. Han shot first. Fuck all of this.

58. You know why her resistance to the mind probe is considerable? BECAUSE SHE IS YOUR DAUGHTER YOU DUMB ROBOT MAN. 

59. CGI Jabba is weak sauce.

60. “Even I get boarded sometimes” is the name of Han Solo’s sex tape. 

61. Luke’s poncho is so cute.

62. Leia is the best. 

63. Tarken is wearing comfy slippers.

64. The reason why even if Vader made amends with Luke, Leia will never forgive him, is right here. Not only did he torture her, but he stood back and watched while they destroyed her home. She will never be able to forgive him. Ever. And that’s legit. She doesn’t have to. 

65. I believe Chewie actually does beat someone with their own arm.

66. Obi-Wan’s smile when Han says there’s no mystical Force controlling his destiny was so good.

67. Even when there’s nobody else in the room, Vader doesn’t get to sit down. What the fuck.

68. Obi-Wan knows he’s gonna die.

69. Mark Hamill talks so fast.

(I accidentally took a nap during Leia’s rescue and the trash compactor scene. I was tired, and I’ve seen this movie so many times)

70.  Han screaming after the Stormtroopers is such a fucking mood.

71. Vader vs. Obi-Wan here...I have a lot of feelings about these two disasters fighting agai- SHUT UP ANAKIN.

72. Not only does Obi-Wan sacrifice himself to give Luke an exit, but he does so because he’s giving Anakin a choice in terms of killing him or not. He’s giving him a moment of grace here, I think. To not be an evil fuck. But uh...Vader.

73. When Obi-Wan says “You can’t win.” He’s not talking about the duel. He’s talking about over-all. Being a Sith means that he can’t win. And his “If you strike me down, I’ll become more powerful than you can possibly imagine” refers to the amount of guilt and shame Anakin will feel in killing his brother. That that will eat at his soul. And it does.

74. Vader stepping on the robes to make sure Obi-Wan is dead is hilarious in such a weird morbid way.

74. In a weird flip, Vader now has Obi-Wan lightsaber, as Obi-Wan had Anakin’s. 

75. Poor Luke. Owen, Beru and Obi-Wan all in one day. 

76. 1st person shooter time! 

77. Oh Han and Leia. My first fucking ship. So fighty. So sexy. I love them.

78. Stop flirting badly with your sister Luke.

79. ...who is Luke jealous of here? 

80. I love the HC that Vader knew about the weakness in the Death Star, and hated that fucking thing so much he never mentioned it. 

81. R2 back in starfighter with a Skywalker.

82. I swear Red Leader looks like Don Knotts. 

83. I love X-Wings so much.

84. Vader’s reflexes behind the controls of a starfighter must be fucked compared to what they were pre-Mustafar. 

85. Luke watching all these people die like “Ooh. I guess this is what Han was talking about.” 

86. Oh Tarkin. You gonna regret everything in a couple minutes. 

87. Biggs’ mustache is majestic.

88. Luke saves Wedge’s life by telling him to get the fuck out. Later, Wedge will likely sing “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables.” 

89. The targeting system feels so old-timey. 

90. Obi-Wan you trained him for like 20 minutes. He doesn’t know what he’s doin- okay.

91. ANAKIN! HOw dare yOu ShoOT R2! 

92. Good job Han. <3 I actually really love Han a lot. He’s not a smart man, but he’s a pretty good man. 

93. The Death Star is destroyed, Tarkin dies, and Vader goes spinning off into space. Some fics have him traveling through time! 

94. The original trio is so pure in this movie. I love them so much. The sequels did all three of them so dirty. 

95. Leia’s necklace is so good.

96. And Luke’s Jacket is so bad. I’ve seen photos of it replaced by a brown jacket and it is so much better. 

97. Remember everybody. Rex is at the ceremony somewhere, watching a Skywalker get a medal. 

98. I love this fucking movie. 

[just-castlevania-imagines]

A Sequel Of Decay - Part 1 - Alucard x Queen!Reader

I had to split this or else it would have been way too long, and to be honest I don’t know how many more parts I’ll write, this started as a HC and now it’s a whole damn story. Hope y’all will enjoy it! Also, I didn’t proof read this thing, so sorry for any mistakes. 

- Medusa

                                                                -X-

Alucard had taken upon himself to do as his father did and travel through the world of men. It was a vast place with much to be learned from, and a welcomed distraction from his life’s woes. He found himself in this peculiar little Kingdom. There was this aura about these lands that he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, which made it all the more interesting and worth exploring.

The sun was setting in the sky, shades as bold as tangerines. It sat within that sky, as if it looked over the earth, stretching out with sepia tones to everyone below. Adrian slowly made his way to the inn he had been staying at for the last couple of days. The owner smiled at him when he entered and politely said good evening and asked if he needed anything. Replying the old man he said he didn’t need anything as of now and retired to his room.

It wasn’t anything fancy, but  it was comfortable. A single bed and one nightstand on each side, a door leading to a washroom beside the bed and a small wardrobe was placed on the opposite wall and there was also a chair near the window on the wall adjacent to the wardrobe.

Alucard took off his coat and placed it on the bed before opening the window and feeling the evening breeze caressing his exposed skin and gently moving through his hair. He watched the people going to their homes for supper, others going to the local tavern. The sound of laughter and the occasional fight passed by his ears, but so did the gentle rustle coming from the trees and the hoots of a nearby owl. He leaned on the window sill taking it all in. He had found after a while that these simple things brought him some kind of peace and tranquility. Hearing, smelling and feeling life soothed him. It eased the guilt he felt for killing his father, just a little, but it did. It made him feel like it was worth it.

Taking a deep breath and briefly closing his eyes he backed away from the window and walked to the nightstand where he picked up his journal and sat himself on the chair, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over him. He undid the brown leather ties that kept the journal closed and exposed the yellow pages that were, little by little, being filled with drawings and texts about the things that stood out to him on his recent travels. He picked up a piece of chalk and started drawing a rather gruesome scene he had witnessed that morning.

He was on the market when he heard a commotion, people were gathered in front of this house whispering terrified about something, he could smell blood and death. He followed the scent to the back of the house to an half opened window and that’s where he saw it. The man’s body was laying on the bed, his face contorted in terror. His sternum had been crushed in with such force that the ribs broke and the bones pierced the skin on the sides of his thorax rising to form a terrifying bloody shape on the dead man’s chest. He had never seen something quite like this. Surely who killed this man wasn’t human, now he definitely would have to stay longer in this place to figure out what was going on. He left as soon as a priest entered the room to set a prayer and 4 men started to move the body.

Alucard felt when he arrived to the little Kingdom’s capital that there were forces at play, forces he had yet to know, and with each new line he traced on the paper more questions surfaced in his mind. Maybe Belmont knew what killed the man, Trevor was many things, and a good hunter was one of them. But he couldn’t ask for his help now, he and Sypha were a long way from him, helping people somewhere else. He’d have to deal with this alone, like he did everything else. He was used to it by now, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. Too much at times. He rose his eyes to meet the crescent moon on the sky above and wished, for a fleeting moment, that he wasn’t alone.

Come morning he had just finished bathing when someone knocked on his door, strange, he thought. Opening it he was met by two men wearing an armor with a crest carved in their breastplates. A wolf’s head with a menacing open jaw sat on the middle of the shield and there were two crows, one on each side standing has supporters, below the shield the motto read: Sicut in vita et in morte. As in life so in death. Now that wasn’t a very heartwarming thing to see.

“Lord Tepes?”

“That’s me.”

“Her royal majesty requires your presence for dinner. I advise you not to refuse this invitation my Lord.”

The man’s tone was very convincing. And Alucard was now awfully curious about how did the Queen know of him and what she wanted. He only nodded in response.

“She’ll be expecting you at the ninth hour.” With that the two royal guards left. His stay in this country is getting more interesting and puzzling by the minute.

He dressed himself up and decided to head over to town and ask around to the people about their Queen. He wasn’t going to share a meal with her without some previous knowledge.

Downstairs he met again with the inn’s owner who apologized for the guards bothering him, Alucard politely said there was nothing to be apologized, for he should oblige to his sovereign’s wishes. He left and was met by a bright sun and clear blue sky, there weren’t many people in this area that was closer to the city’s entrance and farther away from the marketplace, which was his current destiny. The more he walked the more movement there was on the streets.

He acted just like another foreigner looking for things to buy and asked lackadaisical about their current monarch, trying not to raise any unnecessary suspicion. Apparently, she was from a very old and disgraced family who had once been a powerful dynasty on the region, and that they had been overthrown. 10 years earlier she had defeated the previous king and restored her family’s name. Some of the people thought of her as an usurper and an afront, a Queen with no husband nor any heirs. Others thought of her as a hero, a woman from a family who had lost everything, had alone taken back the throne and thanks to her they are living in the most prosperous and peaceful years in decades. He was now even more intrigued and looking forward to meet this self made ruler. Now that he thought about it, her crest and motto were not a threat per say, but a show of strength.

The ninth hour was approaching and so he decided to make his way to the castle that stood on the edge of the town. The closer he got the more opposing it’s walls showed themselves to be, and sooner than he thought he found himself standing at it’s gates. He presented himself as Lord Adrian Tepes and the guards allowed him in. Passing through the gate he was met by another man, who guided him along this beautiful garden that soon gave way to a lake that surrounded the castle itself. The main doors being accessible only by a stone bridge carefully constructed over the lake, and it’s sides were covered in flowery vines that perfumed the air around him.

Crossing the doors he was taken through a great hall that met its end on a open room with three sets of stairs, one to the left, other to the right, and one in the middle right in front of him, he was was told the follow that one. It took him to the courtyard and on the other side of it there was yet another flight of stairs, that led to a set of bronze doors guarded by two men that opened the door for him and he found himself in the throne room. The most beautiful he had seen to this day. The stained glass windows went from floor to ceiling in simple but beautiful patterns, on each side of the steps that rose to the throne there were limestone statues of wolves standing on their hind legs, their heads pointed towards the ceiling, the throne in which she sat upon was of white Travertine it’s back shaped like open wings and behind it there was the largest window from where the sunlight came through shining above her making her look ethereal and angelic.

He approached the Queen enough and bowed, his golden hair falling off his shoulders, a curtain in front of his face.   

“Your Majesty. I’m Lord Tepes, I believe you requested my presence.” He rises to meet her eyes, stern and cold.

“You are correct. Welcome Lord Tepes. Have you been enjoying your stay in my country?”

“Yes, I have. It’s a lovely place.”

Alucard could feel magic emanating from her, so powerful it was nearly tangible. What is she? The more time it passed the more questions he had, and he was determined to get answers.

“May I ask how did you know I was here and why have you invited me here your Majesty?”

“I know everything that happens in my domain, who comes and goes? Are they a threat or not?” She pauses, “There’s a reason I have maintained peace here for as long as I have Lord Tepes.” She shifts on her throne bending forward just a little, focusing her eyes on his, almost like if she could see his soul.

“That’s why I invited you here. I want to know what is a Dhampir doing on my lands. And how will I have to deal with you, my Lord.” Her lips curl into the hint of a smile as she figuratively pulls the rug from under him.  

                                                  To be continued. 

[lord-of-dawn-blog]

My HC Background for Bondrewd (Long)

Around 50 years ago, there used to be a small town called Vancrose located in the far north. There were stories of how it was once a vibrant city full of hope, with a rather robust mining operation that brought profit to all. Yet, one day, the well suddenly ran dry. All that could be found was stone and dirt, the last rich veins of ore disappearing as if over night. Within months, the once large city had dissipated to that of a small town. The rich fled to Seleny or elsewhere, and those that were too poor to leave simply had to stay, praying that they’d find something within the useless earth. It was during these times that Bondrewd was born, during the towns dying days. 

He was born into a world that had no need of him, his mouth being simply one more to feed. His family consisted of only his mother and father, both hardened miners who were too hopeful about the city returning to what it once was to leave. While they were kind to him, they were also dismissive and cold. Too often, they’d refuse to even look at him, instead only choosing to stare longingly at the mine in hopes things would improve.

Every year, things got worse. Crime increased, and food became more scarce. The town had started to fall apart when he was twelve, and his mother and father had been inflicted with some strange new illness the doctors couldn’t cure. Bondrewd could do nothing but stare at them, watching as they slowly died as the winter came and went, surviving off of what they’d left for him strewn about the home. 

It was on the night that the snow finally stopped falling that he found them dead, their bodies bloated with boils and lumps covering their entirety. While a normal child would’ve been repulsed, something changed in him that day. They looked so... strange. As if they weren’t even humans anymore. Walking into the kitchen, he grabbed a knife, returning to their bedroom.

He was found a few days later by the local doctor who’d stayed behind, caked in their dried blood. In his hands, their rotted organs lulled between his fingers, his eyes fixated on how they moved and squished under his ministrations.

The Doctor was horrified by the discovery, but soon found himself without options. From what he knew of Bondrewd, his parents were the only relatives he had, at least within the village. He’d had no choice but to adopt the young Bondrewd, at first planning to only keep him for a while until an orphanage opened up. Yet, the more he talked to the young child, the more he found himself caring for Bondrewd, thinking of him like a son he’d never had. Taking him under his wing, the man taught Bondrewd all he knew about medicine and the art of surgery. For someone so young, the child seemed to absorb everything said to him like a sponge, quickly becoming a useful assistant to the Doctor as he worked on various patients.

However, the Doctor always knew what he saw... what Bondrewd had done to his parents. Every time he looked upon Bondrewd, that memory flashed in his head, that image of him holding their organs... Even if loving him like his own son, there was something wrong with the boy, something that he could never solve. 

Once Bondrewd had hit eighteen, the Doctor told him it was time for the boy to make his own adventure. He couldn’t keep him there forever, and Bondrewd couldn’t help but agree. By then, the town’s population had dropped to the double digits, and everyone knew that it was only a matter of time before the town itself was whisked away by the wind. But that wasn’t the only reason. He was hoping that if Bondrewd explored the world, he’d iron out those odd kinks of his, like the way he stared at corpses and examined them like they were simply objects, not former people. Giving Bondrewd a few weeks supplies, and almost all the savings he’d accumulated, the Doctor sent him on his way, waving him goodbye as he eclipsed over the horizon.

After a week or so of wandering, he came across a nondescript port city. Docked in its harbor was a medium sized ship emblazoned with over a hundred nations banners. When he asked a local about the ship, they claimed it was one of those foreign medical ships that sailed around sharing their knowledge with local towns people, healing them, and giving them supplies. It was supported by several nations who had gathered together as some type of humanitarian act, and there was at least a few dozen ships like it sailing the seas.

With a small amount of money to his name and the clothes on his back, Bondrewd approached the ship and asked if they would be willing to take on a new doctor. While at first skeptical of his skill, with a well placed bribe and the exchange of most of his provisions, they agreed to take him aboard as one of their own. 

With that, he signed himself up with a foreign medical ship and sailed around the world until he was 20, where by then he’d become an avid inventor and practitioner. He could just as easily construct a complicated mechanism for best lifting crates as he could slice open a body and save someones life. It was during all of this training, however, that he came across word of the Abyss. The words ‘mystery’, ‘riches’, ‘knowledge’ came to his mind as the sailors exchanged tales between themselves. It was at that moment he knew what his destiny was to be; he like many others would become a Delver.  

When the ship one day came to Orth, Bondrewd quickly abandoned his shipmates and sneaked his way into the city, disappearing into the Wharfs. Once his former crew members had given up trying to find him, Bondrewd began to scrub his former identity away. Changing his name, changing his looks, changing his entire history. After two years of submerging himself in the culture of Orth and earning the trust of those who lived in the Wharfs, he went to the Delvers Association. With plenty of witnesses who thought him a long time resident and plenty of character references, he portrayed himself as a humble man born in Orth who was simply down on his luck. They believed his story without too much hesitation.

It only took him four years to become a Black Whistle, something that would normally take ten years or more of rigorous training and practice. Astounding climbing technique, excellent observation skills, and an insatiable lust to learn lead to him being a favorite amongst instructors. Many fellow delvers lauded him and his potential, saying that he’d easily become one of the most influential delvers of the era at the rate he was going. He was a literal sensation for the time, and when he was given the position of command over several Black Whistles, hardly anyone complained. 

Yet, what was suspected to be a new age for Orth quickly fell into one of its darkest years.

The mortality rate of Delvers began to sky rocket. 

More and more were found dead and discarded in varying layers of the Abyss, their camps and temporary bases ransacked and searched through. The injuries covering their bodies were obviously man made, either through daggers or through relics. Many suspected a foreign nation had invaded the Abyss and planned for a hostile take over. 

But, just as soon as it’d begun, the murders stopped. 

There was only two mysteries that remained; where were the murderers, and where did Bondrewd’s team go? It’d been months since anyone had seen him, and while many thought he was still down there, a feeling of unease began to permeate the city. Was he and his team killed? Were they the murderers? It was impossible to say... 

 As these Delvers desperately tried to unravel just what had happened, a new set of mysteries began to unfold; the Soul-Slave Machine Zoaholic had disappeared from its last recorded location. Several people in the Wharfs had identified several shadow clad men carrying a large box through the area, seeming to have tossed it into the Abyss before following after it. Soon afterward, talk surfaced of what seemed to be a small team of men setting up camp within the Sea of Corpses, the group of them lead by a White Whistle. All of them wore strange protective garments, and on their faces were fastened metal glowing masks of varying shapes and sizes. Just who were these strange men? Just exactly was going on in the Abyss? 

The Delvers Association hurried to make a response to all of these rumors, rumors that surely should have never reached the public. Fear began to fill the streets as many though that this was just the beginning of an attack; or perhaps it was the Delvers Association trying to push for more control? They certainly had enough already. Maybe there were ghosts, ghosts of the dead that were haunting the town. The rumors didn’t end for several months.

Yet just as the Delvers were preparing to go and confront these mysterious figures hiding deep within the Abyss, the elevator in the center of town began to rumble. What was that? A triumphal return? That was only used for glorious occasions, such as a Black Whistle returning with Special Grade Relics... or a White Whistle returning home. 

People began to gather within the center of town as the elevator reached the top. From within, several shadowy figures shuffled about, their skin hidden from the sunlight by leathers and masks. As the door swung open, he appeared.

Gasp and awe came from the crowd. ‘A White Whistle?’ they whispered ‘Who are those men with him?’ they asked between themselves. He let them murmur in confusion for a few moments before letting out his first few words. “Ah, a glorious morning. I would like to introduce myself; I am Bondrewd, and it is a pleasure to meet all of you.” The crowd fell silent, an icy feeling running over their bodies. There was no White Whistle named Bondrewd. There wasn’t even a Delver named Bondrewd.

Fear seized the hearts of Orth’s citizens once again as the Delvers Association representatives approached him. At first, their voices were full of rage, but they soon fell silent with a single touch from the masked man. “I am your new champion, your new hero. I’ll return once my base camp is finished. Please, feel free to come by.” And with that, he simply took a step back within the elevator, diving deep into the Abyss once again.

True to his word, four years later Bondrewd returned carrying relics before unseen, accompanied by his mysterious Black Whistle followers. By then, the Delvers Association had no choice but to accept him as he filled their coffers with easily over a hundred relics of different quality. “Please, send the other White Whistles to the Fifth Layer once you feel it right. I have established a permanent base camp there, and have discovered a way to the sixth layer. Now, I’ll be leaving my Praying Hands here to construct a new device, a new elevator down to the Fifth Layer for my own personal use. Have a good day.” 

Ever since then, the relationship between he and the people of Orth has been strenuous at best. They’ve all heard the stories of what he does down there, of the terrible things hes done in the face of mankind... yet they can’t do anything but revere him. For someone to be so evil, so awful, and to be so powerful... if that was what was required for Orth’s prosperity, than so be it. 

As long as he provided them with information and riches, the people of Orth would shake hands with the devil. 

[chris-phd]

I’ve been tagged by @nenufair -senpai for self fic-rec *hyperventilates* THANK YOU ~  ( I feel soooo like a padawan compare to you <3 ) But here are the fics I’ve decide to post ><

The crane song  ( Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs ;Rating: M; Words: 3982 ; Pairing : Kunikidazai ; Samurai au, fluff-angst and a circle of enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to lovers again 2/ ?)

At the trunk of that bloomed cherry tree, they found each other. Born from the start as enemies, they touch each other's hearts and started all over as lovers. In an era of constant attacks to conquer more and more...will these two young hearts still beat for each other at the end of the night? Can they change what destiny already wrote for them?

(I’m half proud of this one since I love the idea of war and love in the same fic and well, we got this boys with long hair in ponytails fighting for the greater good. Also there are 2 chapters of Kunikida POV and in the future there will be 2 of Dazai POV before the end of both combine )

Premeditated Murder  ( Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs ; Rating : M ; Words : 3979 ; Paring : Kunikidazai , Oda/Ango ; Ghost au, highschool au . (kind of detective fic )fluff, comedy, angst 1/?)

Facing the ugly truth on his financial problems, Kunikida Doppo, the math teacher diagnosed with lung cancer, had to move to the new job his sister, Higuchi got for him on a fancy castle university ~ It was time for his luck to change...but not that much to actual befriend a too cheerful student ghost that hides a brutal death which happened between those walls. Will Kunikida let this lost soul guide him to light or will he prefer to stay comfy in his seat with the money that could save his life?

(This is the newest au I’ve made XD since my angel au is somewhere rotting in a doc I write this one this days I was sick and had to stay in bed )

What came with the wind  ( Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs ; Rating: G ; Words : 5771 ; Paring: Kunikidazai, Oda/Ango ; Western au ; comedy, fluff; 2/? )

What came with the wind? Well...In the middle of the desert there is a town living in a peaceful way, not even the wind dare to steal the dust from sheriff Ranpo's shoes. All this peace to be broken by two corrupted thieves that want to rob the bank. Will they succeed when the bank is in the dependable hands of Ango Sakaguchi and Kunikida Doppo? Is there a hidden agenda? Are their intention just that simple?

The memory remains ( Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs ; Rating: G ; Words: 3483; Paring : Kunikidazai ; Dark era ; 1/1)

Fate works in mysterious ways bringing certain people in the right place at the ideal hour of the night. This is what Dazai learned, not expecting that a normal night of work around the Port Mafia's clubs will give him spoilers of his future.

(I did this as help for the omegaverse hcs I was making . I might add some more memories of Dazai later and work on the story of his and after he joins the ADA and give life to that omegaverse au =w=)

Magical Christmas ( Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs ; Rating: G; Words: 5356 ; Paring : Kunikidazai, Steincraft; Oda/Ango; future Fyodor/Edgar ~ Harry potter au ; fluff, hurt , christmas , 2/?)

It's almost Christmas at Hogwarts. People are packing to go home, others are staying over the holidays . What Dazai will do when he finds out Kunikida is leaving ? Well...what Dazai does best...drown in sorrow. ( gift for my beautiful beta~) But it seems that Kunikida came to rescue him just in time and takes the responsibility of taking care of his fellow Slytherin. On the other side , the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Oda Sakunosuke , is pinning after the cold Perfect , Ango Sakaguchi.

This is a series of events that happen in the wizarding world around multiple couples ~

Secret Santa ( Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs ; Rating: G ; Words: 3139 ; Paring : Kunikidazai. christmas au , fluff lots of fluff ; 1/1)

It's Christmas time at the Agency and Kunikida & Dazai are in for a surprise ~

Les Cactus ( Fandom: Mystic Messenger ;Rating: T ; Words 760 ; Paring : Jumin/V ; fluff, suicide, romatic , 1/1)

We express love everyday in different ways ~ Lovely words, flowers, gifts...but the way Jumin Han chose to express his feelings is the ultimate bow he does on this world to meet his lover on the other side ~

I will tag @truedespair , @mr-reblogbutton , @kunikidazai ~ >3<

[itsmewhorunsthistown]

okay so this has been in my drafts since this was relevent and in but I loved that idea about the soulmate au where the words your soulmate thinks about you appear on your body. so I am here at last with the much needed feuilly/bahorel version (unless like i missed someone else posting one in that case i’m sorry please hc with me about the husbands) with a fluctuating use of capital letters because I love this pairing and am in an extra mood atm

when they meet it’s completely the wrong place and the wrong time

feuilly often takes on catering work at his friends company, normally working the bar or serving food, and it’s a good job because it’s semi frequent and he’s normally paid well for it but can turn down if he’s busy. feuilly would normally be excited about working an event for the local university, except this was the Law societies winter ball, and everyone was dressed to the nines and being either snobby, rude or condescending about his job. 

(it didn’t help that it was nearly christmas and he’d been working overtime at the mechanics)

bahorel is in just as much of a foul mood, he’s surrounded by people he doesn’t like, trying to make connections with people he doesn’t want to work for. But his mum had sent him a suit especially for the occasion (it used to belong to his father), and Enjolras had promised he’d also be in attendance. Except Enjolras had come down with the flu and Joly had told him that there was no way he was leaving the house in the state he was in no matter how hard he tried.

Bahorel was strongly considering bailing the entire thing until he caught sight of the small, dark haired waiter with freckles all over his face who was handing out drinks to the students

the first conversation they have Does Not go well.

Bahorel was a little bit tipsy at this point, and he was trying to be charming and impress the cute waiter in front of him. But Feuilly was exhausted and just wanted to get through the night before he collapsed in bed and slept for as long as possible. And although he’s normally more perceptive Bahorel wasn’t getting any of Feuilly’s hints to stop chasing him, and it wasn’t like he could be rude because he was working, so he simply appeased the stranger before leaving through the back door without saying goodbye or getting his number. 

The next morning, Bahorel found his words straight away, dotted across his waist: Inappropriate. It was safe to say that he was disappointed in himself more than anything. He’d met his soulmate and the first thing he’d done was make them uncomfortable. The worst thing was he wasn’t sure who it was, after he’d left the event he’d met up with Grantaire and had gotten incredibly drunk. Bahorel had very few memories of what had happened the night before. 

Feuilly took a few days to find his words, scrawled on his back, beautiful freckles. 

The unfortunate thing was that everyone noticed his freckles. They were dotted across the dark skin of his face and all over his arms and neck. Feuilly worked in customer service, he went on public transport every day, any of the people he’d come in contact with over the past few days could have been his soulmate, so he tried not to give it any thought and just assumed he’d have to get on with his life.

When they met again it was only a few days later. Feuilly didn’t recognise Bahorel at first, dressed in an outrageously horrific Christmas jumper with his hair left wild rather than tied back in a bun, but Bahorel recognised him straight away. Neither mentioned their unfortunate meeting however, as they were at the soup kitchen to work and not socialise. But Bahorel couldn’t stop himself from trying to talk to the waiter with the freckles as they had a short cigarette break together half way through the day. 

The conversation was short but sweet, and after the end of the shift Bahorel had suggested that if Feuilly was free that Tuesday evening he ought to drop in on his friends group where they talked about effective ways to bring around equality. Feuilly had decided it was worth giving the inappropriate lawyer a second chance, and said he’d try to make it as he wrote his number on Bahorel’s hand in biro.

That evening, Feuilly found the words warm smile on his wrist, Bahorel found unexpectedly sweet on the palm of his hand. 

The day before the meeting Bahorel found that the words had once again changed. Feuilly had been unable to stop thinking about Bahorel, which was strange for him, but he was desperately trying to work him out. In the morning the words had changed to nice smile though then smelled like cigarettes before settling on kind. The words kept changing all day and Bahorel had a hard time keeping track of them.

Feuilly woke up that morning with Indecisive on his arm. 

Feuilly found the meeting incredibly interesting and had really hit it off with Enjolras and Jehan in particular, although he ended the evening sitting with Bahorel until the bar closed. He decided to return to the meeting the next week, and this continued for months.

The two fell into an easily friendship almost instantly. It consisted mostly of them texting daily and inviting each other to events that they were interested in. Neither mentioned their changing soul mate marks, but both had become certain who the words belonged to.

Bahorel knew when he found the words whirlwind after Bahorel had taken Feuilly out for an adventure that had started with the two of them on a small road trip across the country and ended with them sneaking onto a private stretch of beach and swimming in the ocean. When they had been wrapped in towels on the quiet drive home Feuilly had rested his head against the window and mumbled ‘thanks for sweeping me off my feet like bloody whirlwind, I needed this’ before he had fallen asleep.

For Feuilly it was the day he found sarcastic fucker on his thigh which caused him to burst into peals of laughter at the sight. That appeared after the two had spent their first night in together watching bad horror films and they had spent the whole evening in hysterics enjoying each others company.

When they finally bring it up it was an after thought as it was not necessary to their enjoyment of each other company after all. Feuilly plucks up the courage to ask Bahorel out on a proper date a few weeks after Valentine’s when they’ve known each other for going on four months. He confesses that he really likes him and when Bahorel kisses his cheek and accepts his proposal he mutters that ‘it was about time we started something considering destiny has decided we’re perfect for one another’

Their soulmate marks never fully settle for as long as they live and tend to fluctuate every now and then depending on whether the other has done something particularly endearing, but the most consistent words on each of their bodies is my best friend which just about sums up how much they love each other. 

[daxdraggon]

HII i just wanted to say that I love ur mcreyes tag &have been living in it for the past two weeks basically lmao but like, I wanted to ask if u could expand on the alien mccree hc? omg i rly loved it and I'm just,, so v interested? pls write smth for it, but only if u want to

-breaks fingers- Let me write u a thing. This is going to be short, and probably not going to go anywhere, but gOSH I’m so glad you like my Alien!McCree~

IDK which alien mccree prompt you were talking about since I have... maybe two or three different ideas on how it would play out? But here ya go buddy prepare for a trip to feels town.

(also, just a hint of platonic mcreyes)

Jesse McCree’s mama always told him he was a gift from the stars. He always thought it was just stories to make him and his twin brother feel important, like they had a destiny to fulfill. She filled their heads with stories of blue giants with two tongues and beautiful wings like a cicada. They came riding on horses made of metal, sleek and coppery, their eyes glowing and hooves rumbling the sky like thunder. Jesse believed it for a while, his brother quickly moved on. 

20 years have gone by, the stories of the stars faded in his memory. He stares up at them resenting. He was supposed to be special, but his home had been taken away by Omnics, his brother run away to another country. Blackwatch finally gave him the funds to help his mother, put her up somewhere nice. She refused to leave the desert, stubborn in her old age that her lover would return to her. Jesse made her move anyways. 

Things are different now. He has a new family, the agents of Blackwatch, and his commander who’s dragged Jesse out of hell just to pull him though the deeper pits of it himself. He long moved on past the thought of himself being something interstellar, that he was human, plain and simple. The people around him seemed to think otherwise. His commander thought his gift, Deadeye, was something otherwordly. Captain Amari doubted it’s humanity as well. After all, a human shouldn’t be able to see better than an Omnic, should he. Everything was crystal clear, even in the darkest dustiest settings he found no problem navigating.

That’s where he found himself, on a mission in Cambodia. Part of the building had collapsed, crushing some poor agents and the targets they were after, but leaving Jesse leading the rest of his party, and his Commander, out of the dusty crumbling hallways. He couldn’t understand how they would constantly trip on the rubble, practically running into walls without Jesse’s guidance. But his sight couldn’t allow him to see the future. Before he knew it Reyes was shouting to scatter, and suddenly there was open fire, with Jesse in the middle. He felt bullets pass through him, before a sudden flash of fire, and then darkness...

He woke to bright white, tucked tightly into a hospital bed, his arms and legs restrained. Reyes sat beside him, curled up like a gargoyle, ever watching. He hadn’t showered, still covered in grime and blood. His shirt was stained green. 

“Boss?” Reyes looked away, swallowing and breathing before looking back at McCree.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” it sounded accusatory, like Jesse had betrayed him. He sounded... hurt.

“I didn’t know they were gonna rush us sir. I’m sorry, I couldn’t see um comin’.” Reyes shook his head, dragging his fingers over his face. 

“Not that.” he made eye contact with Jesse again and this time he could feel it. He could feel those eyes boring into his soul, searching him. “Why didn’t you tell me? Tell me what you are? I could have protected you from this...” his commander’s voice dripped in worry, in pain. Jesse’s mind reeled, eyebrows knit in confusion.

“What... what do you mean what I am? I’m an agent, I’m... human? Is that what-” Reyes stood suddenly, causing Jesse to jump. That’s when he felt the restraints for what they really were. He looked down in a panic as Reyes hand went to the edge of the blanket and pulled it back, revealing Jesse’s chest. At least... maybe it was his chest.

“What the hell is this then McCree? This sure as shit ain’t human. I watched the holes in your body seal right back up in seconds! You don’t have a god damn scratch on you!” he pulled at the green stain on his shirt. “This, this is yours McCree. Your blood. Tell me again how this is human!” Jesse was stunned, he felt as if he was going to astral project to some other state of being just to escape the sudden stress he was being put under by his commander’s questioning. He was brought back by the wet feeling of tears streaming down his face.

“I don’t... I don’t know. I don’t know what’s going on I’m- I’m sorry commander I don’t know.” he wanted to curl up on himself, pulling on the restraints enough for it to hurt. He inhaled sharply before gurgling into sobs. He didn’t understand what was happening, he was human, wasn’t he? Wasn’t he?

Rough hands gently wiped away his tears, he could hear his commander shushing him, sounding rueful. “I’m sorry Jesse, I... I don’t know either. I’m sorry I lashed out at you for it.” He heard a small beep, before his restraints retracted and his arms and legs were free.

It was after he was examined throughally by Doctor Angela, that he finally got to look at himself in the mirror. His entire left side was soft green flesh, speckling over to his right in dots where his skin was riddled with bullets. He flexed his fingers, tiled in a sensitive blue shell. He noticed it seemed to be growing from the rest of him as well. Jesse felt sore, like he was young again, having a growth spurt. Glancing back up started him, as his eyes had changed. They seemed darker, larger. He felt himself start to panic again, before Reyes had come in. 

Startled for the 3rd time that day, he turned around at attention. Reyes seemed startled as well, finally seeing all of Jesse and his changes. They stood in silence, staring at one another for what seemed like ages before they both started to talk, stopping to let the other go.

“I’m removing you from active duty... until we figure out what’s going on.” Reyes started, his knuckles going white from the grip he had on his clipboard. Jesse relaxed, nodding in agreement. His commander was nervous, they both were.

“That’s... good. I- will ya sit with me?” McCree asked, voice shaking as he wrapped his arms around himself. His chitinous fingers felt cold, wrong. Reyes exhaled and nodded, moving to sit on Jesse’s bed alongside him. Jesse drew his knees to his chest with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier... for accusing you of hiding this from me. You didn’t know-”

“I think I do know. I mean... maybe.” Jesse interrupted, causing his commander to stare at him in confusion. “My ma always said my pa was from space. I thought it was just, stories to make me feel better ‘n all ‘bout not havin’  my pa around... but me lookin’ like this now? I look jus like the stories she told me.” he frowned before rubbing his suddenly sore jaw. He flinched as he hand came back with scaps of skin stuck to it. He quickly shook them off with a shiver before Reyes took his chin in his hands to look at Jesse’s face.

“It looks like you’re shedding like some lizard.” he easily pulled off a piece of skin that was hanging loose before dropping it in the small trashbucket by Jesse’s bed. He glanced back up at Jesse, his eyes calmer, empathetic. The cowpoke couldn’t help but move to bury himself in Reyes’ chest, wrapping his arms around the man. His commander embraced him back, stroking his agent’s hair gently.

“So...” Reyes murmured, pulling back to look down at McCree again. “You’re an alien then, is what you’re telling me.” he smugly ruffled Jesse’s hair, causing him to giggle.

“Yeah I guess so.” he shrugged, leaning into Reyes’ touch. 

“Jesse McCree of Mars. That’s what I’m calling you now kid.” his commander joked, Jesse simply rolled his eyes.

“Y’know funnily ‘nough, that’s where ma said pa came from.”

[stupidhcpe-blog]

tag drop.

[twclvesteps]

tag drop o1.

[mcthersguilt]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

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been cheated on  |  been bullied  |  told a horrible lie  |  stolen something of value |  overdosed on drugs  |  been drunk  |  cheated  |  bullied  | punched someone in the face  |  been beaten up  |  broken a bone  |  been admitted to a hospital  |  had a near - death experience  |  been drugged  |  done drugs  |  smoked  |  kissed someone you weren’t attracted to  |  bled severely  | killed someone  |  had an attempt on your life  | made an attempt on your own life  | lost someone  |  loved someone  |  gone without food for over three days  |  gone without sleep for over three days  | been tortured  |  been slapped by a parent or higher up  |  been abused by someone who should have loved/appreciated/valued you  |  had a panic attack  |  been in a car accident  | had sex  |  had sex with a stranger  |  passed out from pain |  cried yourself to sleep  |  spent a whole day in bed  |  hurt yourself  |  taken your anger out on yourself |  taken your anger out on someone you love  |  been used  |  felt used  |  been terrified  |  played a cruel game on someone  |  been dominant  |  been submissive  |  been forced to smile  | felt too many things at once  |  laughed when you felt like crying.

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