#chapter 676

[everyizuna]

[algumaideia]

The lost trio is almost dying

Law thinks they should fight back idk how though

It seems Smoker people will die

[trans-axolotl]

US Harm Reduction Resources

continually updating, not a complete list. feel free to add on any resources you find helpful.

Free Safer Supplies:

Each organization will have different supplies, but generally, harm reduction orgs provide things like syringes, safer snorting + smoking kits, Narcan, condoms, lube, and wound care supplies. Each org has different policies for how to get supplies--some do deliveries, some have drop in centers, some only do one to one needle exchange, some are more flexible.

Next Distro: mail based syringe provider for certain states. Also mails free Narcan.

NASEN: national map of syringe providers

a lot of harm reduction collectives aren't going to have their information listed on big national websites--it's always worth searching "harm reduction in my area" and seeing what's around you. Even if you don't live in a big city, there might be a harm reduction organization in your state that can help you find someone closer to you. there's a lot of rad people doing underground work who want to be there to help you who aren't as easy to find online. If there's street medic collectives, mutual aid groups or groups like Food not Bombs in your area, you can ask people in them who might know where to find harm reduction services in your area!

Drug Users Unions:

Drug users unions are activist groups made for people who use drugs, by people who use drugs! Drug users unions do advocacy work to end criminalization, as well as providing vital community support. Many drug users unions are also inclusive of sex workers and work to decriminalize sex work as well. You can search for "drug users union" in your state.

Urban Survivors Union: National, has resources for creating drug users union

Chosen Few: Drug users union for Black drug users in DC

San Francisco Drug users union

Sex Work Advocacy Groups:

Organizations that do decrim advocacy and provide support for sex workers.

Sex Worker Outreach Project USA- National, has chapters in many states.

Black Sex Worker Collective

Sex Workers Project

How to Use Safely:

Guides, videos, toolkits for safer use!

Harm Reduction Coalition Resource Library

Getting Off Right: A Safety Manual for Injection Drug Users

Safer Crack Smoking

Safer Snorting

Safer Hormone Injection

Levels of Risk: Veins

Wound Care video w/ ASL

How to Use Fentanyl Test Strips

DanceSafe-testing kits, including reagent testing kits!

Erowid-shares experiences people have with different drugs, dosages, what things to expect

Bluelight- another forum for discussing experiences with drugs.

Drug Interactions Checker

Sex Work Resources:

Tricks of the Trade by L. Synn Stern: tips for street based sex work

A Quick and Dirty Sex Worker Safety Toolkit

Girls Do What they Have to Do To Survive by YWEP

Dis/Organizing: How We Build Collectives Beyond Institutions by Rachel Kuo & Lorelei Lee

Tryst Blog

Hotlines:

Never Use Alone: 877-696-1996. Overdose Prevention Hotline--Volunteers stay on the phone with you while you use and call emergency services if you overdose.

HIPS Hotline-��​​1 (800) 676-4477. Emotional support for drug users and sex workers. Does not work with cops.

feel free to add on more resources. love + lube <3

[creepling]

FICS FOR GAZA !

hello peeps! i am taking part in wip sponsorships for @ficsforgaza to help out with donations for the many fundraisers they have linked.

to meet with the terms, i am only offering sponsorships of works about video game characters. this includes my usual tcm game wips, alongside one i have of boomer from ssktjl.

here is an outline of steps to participate; send a screenshot that is proof of donation alongside the wip you are sponsoring into my inbox. $1 donated to a fundraiser = 100 words written for the sponsored wip. the word counts i provide are just rough estimations and i am willing to go over if the donations go higher! once a work is completed, i will give special thanks to donators for their contribution to the fic and the aid for gaza!

my limit is $20 for 2k, but feel free to donate as much as you can seperately from my wips!

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MY WIPS

BAD TINDER DATE WITH BOOMER (title still to be decided)

ssktjl!captain boomerang x fem!reader. bad first impressions. enemies to lovers. eventual smut? mini-fic series.

you have a reputation for liking the bad boys. your friends have warned you'll get your heart broken and it's time to move on to better things. after a horrible date with the aussie boomerang-slinger, you decide to finally take their advice. but it's not that easy moving on. there is something about him you can't get enough of...

progress: 676/6000 words

TO DEVOUR IS TO LOVE: CHAPTER 2

tcm game original character. multiple ships. dead dove - do not eat. general tags on this post.

in the second chapter, winona slaughter is navigating through the city life. fate aligns with her hunger and she crosses paths with maria flores and her group of friends. all is well as they take the abnormal, but intriging rural girl under their wing. but winona is struggling to cope with the buffet that she surrounds herself in. let's see how long she can last before things get messy...

progress: 4312/5500 words

THE BABYSITTER (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. babysitter trope. stalking. violence and gore. non-con. minor character death. dark smut. dead dove - do not eat.

reader finishes up her babysitting shift and expects the usual routine of her boyfriend picking her up. she doesn't know that someone is watching her, and is waiting for the right time to prance. when johnny finally digs his nails into reader, he knows a sadistic way to get her to succumb to him and have some derranged fun.

progress: 0/1500-2000 words

FOXY (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fox-hybrid!reader. smut. petplay. dom/sub. minor injury. primal. humiliation. tags still to be decided.

fox-hybrid!reader gets caught up in one of hitchhikers traps when trying to snag nugget from the family property. unlucky for them, johnny's been working outside and spots the commotion. finding the hurt, scared reader, johnny takes them in with a devilish smirk. now he's got a little pet he can play with, and he ain't gonna play nice.

progress: 0/1000 words.

IN THE BLUEBONNET FIELD (title still to be decided)

johnny slaughter x fem!reader. smut. stalking. yandere. primal. non-con. knifeplay. bloodplay. dead dove - do not eat.

johnny has been stalking the reader for weeks, relishing in their scared state. as the days go by, the reader feels like she is being watched, catching glimpses of an unknown man following her every move. with morbid curiousity, the reader decides to treck through the bluebonnet fields to finally come face to face with her stalker. when he takes her advances, he finally has her at his mercy.

progress: 0/3000 words.

dividers by @thecutestgrotto.

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA, PALESTINE WILL BE FREE.

[frostdust08]

Now you may be seeing something right? FGT Ichigo looks kinda a lot like Yhwach.

Now we know Ichigo is a Quincy and all Quincy have Yhwach's blood running in their veins but only Ichigo looks like him to this extent when in his Final Getsuga Tensho.

Both have long dark hair.

Red crimson eyes.

And a handsome fac-

Ahem, I mean this leads me to believe that Ichigo may have been using his Quincy powers while in that state. Hey look, this is just a theory and Kubo may have just thought it's a cool design choice before the Yhwach twist and all but just let me have fun with this one okay!

Now what is Final Getsuga Tensho specifically? Some believe it's Ichigo absorbing all of Zangetsu's powers but I disagree. I think FGT is more of a fusion between them. Getsuga Tensho is a technique using Zangetsu's powers and only Ichigo can call upon the technique, it cannot be used by Zangetsu without its wielder or Ichigo without his weapon. And my proof is this line by Ichigo:

He is fighting with Zangetsu, not using him.

And there's also the fact that Zangetsu was literally fused to his hand.

Now then that we established that, let's get to this point.

Final Getsuga Tensho is not just a final technique. It's also a combination of all of Ichigo's powers. Both Shinigami, Hollow and Quincy. And why is that?

When Ichigo was fighting Zangetsu he was fighting both his Quincy (in Young lad Zangetsu) Hollow/Shinigami (In white Ichigo) in a fused state. And achieving FGT is him basically accepting both powers, and making himself a weapon for a short time, becoming Getsuga itself.

Heck we talked about his design resembling Yhwach why not talk about how his design resembles a Hollow in how the mask wraps around half of his face with little teeth and how the black spirit energy is like his Tensa Zangetsu's Getsuga Tensho (shinigami power) only strengthening my thought about it not just being a final technique/attack but a fusion of all of his powers, both mastered and latent (which is why Ishinn had Ichigo do it, not him. His wouldn't probably match Aizen)

And the nail in the coffin is what Aizen says here.

Aizen here is beyond Quincy, Shinigamis, Hollows and humans, no one can stand up to him. He's on a higher plane than all beings except Ichigo. Who overpowered him with ease, who's on a higher plane than he is.

There's only one being that can be on a higher plane than the Quincy,Hollows,Shinigami:

Yhwach, the Quincy King, the Almighty. He's the only one who could over power aizen that much and without even trying.

Now I am not saying that Ichigo is somehow using the Almighty powers, that's stupid. I am saying that he was using his Quincy powers which are from Yhwach himself. Fusing it with his other abilities to make Aizen look like a joke.

And even then, FGT is probably just an imperfect version of Ichigo's final form he used against Yhwach. Because FGT is used when Ichigo didn't fully realize and unlock his Quincy powers/Blood. And that it's a one shot weapon where he can use it only once and lose all his powers after whereas his final form where he realizes and mastered all of his powers he uses to its fullest potential and doesn't just disappear.

And that it looked like how Zangetsu looks like when he was fighting him for the Final Getsuga Tensho.

And all of this leads me to believe that Ichigo was using his Quincy powers there and that's how he overpowered Aizen that easily, especially in base.

TL;DR FGT is just an imperfect Final form that Ichigo uses against Yhwach in chapter 676.

Good night or Good morning 👍.

NaruHina 4ever

Petition to call Tensa Zangetsu YoungMan Zangetsu.

But remember. That's just a theory, a game theory. Thanks for watching.

[cherri-redd]

Against All Odds

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: After y/n is lost in battle, Wanda has to face life without you, but she can't take it, so she does the impossible to bring you back.

Notes: Angst with fluff

Word count: 676

Warnings: mentions of death, first fic so bear with it 😭

The world felt colder without you, stuck in an eternal winter with warmth nowhere to be found. Wanda stood in the shell of your shared apartment. What was once a lively home, now a desolate set of walls. Wanda's eyes were hollow and red with tears that were always present. Her heart aching at every moment, every thought about you. It was supposed to be a routine mission, you were supposed to come home to her. Wanda could have never imagined she would lose you. The reality began to dawn upon her, you weren't coming back, and the weight of your absence threatened to crush her entire existence. 

Days blurred into weeks. The other Avengers tried to comfort Wanda, but these efforts fell onto deaf ears. Wanda's thoughts were consumed by one thing, bringing you back. It wasn't just a want nor need, it was becoming an obsession. 

She threw herself into her spell books, reading and studying ancient rituals. One day, Wanda had found her answer. In a chapter of an ancient text she had stolen from the Sanctum, she found an ancient spell. It required immense power and an even greater sacrifice. However nothing could stop her. 

That night, she walked into the dark abyss that used to be your living room. The candles flickered as dark shadows were cast onto the walls. The faint scent of sage mixed with the thick air filled with anticipation. A sigil was painted in crimson red at the center of the room. Wanda's breathing was shaky, her eyes unfocused,

“I promise, I will bring you back,” she whispered. 

With one last deep breath, Wanda begun to read. The spell took all of Wanda's concentration, her fingers moving the red wisps meticulously around the room. The living room crackled with raw power and energy, the pictures of you on the walls trembling. Wanda's eyes grew brighter as poured all of her being into this spell.

Suddenly, everything stopped. The room grew silent, the candles snuffed out by an invisible force. Darkness clouded Wanda, doubt creeping into her heart. Had she failed? Failed you? 

Just as she was about to stand up, a bright glow illuminated from the sigil. Wanda covered her eyes, squinting to try and make out what was happening. 

When the light faded, a small figure laid in the center of the room. It was your body, smaller and paler, but it was you. Wanda inched closer, staring at your body. You were still, too still, and for a moment she thought the spell had failed. 

But then, your chest rose ever so slightly, and your eyes shot open. “Wanda? Is that you?” Your hoarse voice croaked out. You used your arms to push yourself up, taking in the scenery around you. 

A sob of relief is all the escaped Wanda. She gently pulled you into her arms, clinging onto you as if you would disappear if she let go. You inhaled Wanda's scent, her arms surrounding you in her warmth. “You're safe, you're here.” She soothingly traced circles on your back, calming you down. 

You raised your head to look at her, “I thought I was…”

“You were,” Wanda choked out, tears threatening to spill once more, “But I couldn't live without you, I had to try.” 

You put your hands on her face, cradling her face, tears freely dropping, “I love you so much Wanda.”

Her eyes stared deeply into yours, you were back, you were actually back. Her heart swelled with joy, but constricted with fear. She had defied natural order, pulled you away from the brink of the next plane, but at what cost? She didn't know what the future held, but here, as she held you in her arms, she knew one thing for certain. 

She would do anything and everything to keep you by her side. Because without you, the World was just a cold, empty place, and she couldn't bear to live in it. So, the two of you, would face anything, hand in hand, side by side, together, forever. 

[everymadara]

Chapter 676

[one-piece-moment-comparisons]

One Piece — "She passed out!!!"

From Volume 74 - Chapter 742 / Season 11 Episode 676. After Usopp refused to let himself abandon the naive Tontottas, he faces off against Trebol, one of Doflamingo's most trusted members. Despite his sniping skills, Usopp is no match for the snot-nosed pirate's sharpshooting. Operation SOP is truly a failure. That is, unless a miracle happens.

[miscfandomwrites]

Mama: Chapter Two

A/N: Another Repost, looks like I'll be able to upload once a day (if I get my break)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings: Angst

Words: 676

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

After a while of humming and the gentle movement of the plane, Lillith drifted off into slumberland again. I had no idea how she could do it-it took me forever to fall asleep. And even then, it was even harder to properly fall asleep and not get jerked away by a laundry machine or any small noise my old apartment had made. 

I just held her and rested my head against the wall, resting. Today was a bit tiring. I never get good sleep anymore, not with her to worry about, and my nightmares and the hypervigilance that had never turned off once I joined my first firefight in the US Marines when I was twenty. 

So young still, yet so old. 

I closed my eyes only to be jerked awake again when I saw images of her on the floor again. It wasn’t even two minutes since I closed my eyes, yet in that time my breath rate had picked up. Lillith was stirring on my chest, and I gently slid her off and onto the floor next to me, using my backpack as a pillow for her. I readjusted my leather jacket and brought my knees to my chest. 

I leaned my chin against them, trying not to fall asleep. I studied the people around me until my eyes were blurry. I was so tired. I only slept a few hours last night, less the night before. I groaned and put my head in my arms, resting them on my knees. I tried to think of anything else besides her lying on the floor, covered in blood. 

I was expecting tears to fall, as they usually did along with sobs. I hated crying in front of people-Hydra had told me over and over and over and over again that emotions are a weakness. 

Instead of the usual sadness and sobs that hurt my diaphragm, I was met with anger. Anger. That’s the main emotion I felt when I walked into camp that day. Anger. The bodies of my team-my family- lay strewn around the room like some fucking halloween decor in the middle of April. It wasn’ until I reached our shared quarters did I realize that they got to you. 

“We need to stop to refuel at the next base. We’ll be landing in five minutes, and wheels will be up in ten after that.” spoke one of the pilots. 

I brought my head out of my arms and looked to Lilith, who was sleeping so peacefully. 

How could I, a monster of rage, bring this life into the world? I am anger, so much anger…

I looked to Clint, who was watching me with a worried expression. 

I felt the quinjet start to descend, and I got up off the floor. 

“Can you watch her please?” I asked him. He nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but I walked to the back of the plane just as it landed. The bay doors opened and I walked off, trying to find the nearest restroom. 

After getting directions from one of the agents refueling the jet, I walked towards it. I noticed a certain red-head following me. I quickened my pace and kept going. 

As soon as I got in the bathroom, I closed the door and locked it. I went to the sink, splashing cold water on my face. I looked up at myself, the water dripping off my face and before I knew it, my fist was through the mirror. 

I gasped, and took my hand away, watching some shards fall into the sink. I shook my head, and put my face in my hands and repeated over, and over, and over, and over

“She’s gone. She’s gone. She’s gone.” 

I pulled my hands away and took several deep breaths, reminding myself that my daughter needed me. She needed a mother. 

I opened the door and walked back to the quinjet, oblivious to the fact that Natasha had heard the entirety of what had happened, and had seen the aftermath. 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Seeing your face in the mirror every time

by LadyVictoriaDiana Jason Todd battles with his body after his resurrection and slowly learns to love himself again Words: 676, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, assorted batfamily members, The Outlaws (DCU) Relationships: Jason Todd & Himself, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Introspection, Body Image, Discussion of Death and Resurrection, All-Blades (DCU), All Caste Jason Todd via https://ift.tt/2dFJvPK

[eryhenituse]

Tsk tsk😂😂

Chapter 676

[everyizuna]

[quorras]

See Her Out (That's Just Life) — Fictober 2023

Or, in which Quorra and Flynn try to survive.

Quorra & Kevin Flynn Mature | Chapter 1/7 (WIP) | 676 words Post-TRON: Evolution (SPOILERS) | Canon Compliant | Father-Daughter Relationship | Angst | Hopeful Ending | Grief/Mourning [ READ ON AO3 ]

Ch. 1: #2 — “Don't worry, I got you.”

It’s over, is all she thinks when she feels her knees give under her. Quorra hits the ground and she’s sure she’s out of power.

After what felt like cycles of aimlessly wandering away from the Recogniser wreck, the Outlands around her have long since turned into a blur of unfamiliar dark rock and storm clouds. It should not be alien to her— if anything, it should be a comfort to know it’s where she, all the ISOs, emerged from. 

It’s not. 

But Quorra wonders if it’s worth spending her last bit of power being existential at all. She can feel it ticking away, her circuits beginning to dim and pulse unevenly.

Still, she thinks, maybe it’s fitting that she gets a chance to derezz on the land she came from. (Something no one else she knew, not even Radia, not even Jalen, had the chance for.)

It’s with that grim thought pounding at her temple, Quorra lets her eyes fall shut. Her energy will run out, eventually. That’s the only certainty she knows.

Quorra can hear the distant rumble of an approaching storm. She can feel the tips of her fingers losing sense, though her palms dig into the grit under her as the ground shakes with the thunder. It’s almost… pleasant, she tries to tell herself, even as her awareness doesn’t like being weak, helpless, and waiting.

Then, her awareness catches on something. On someone.

Quorra can feel the User before he sees him, his energy still thrumming life into the environment around them. She slowly cracks an eye open.

Flynn is crouched on the ground in front of her, with a slight smile hidden by the dark cloak he’s wrapped himself in. He holds a hand out.

“Come with me,” Flynn says, like it’s the simplest thing. “Quorra.”

The User’s hand then barely brushes her shoulder, and it’s flooding back— energy, right from the source. It’s searing, Quorra jolts and coughs at the shock. 

“Ah, shit,” Flynn grips her shoulders more firmly as her circuits flare an unfiltered electric blue. 

Quorra doesn’t even hear it over the rush of the events of the past couple cycles. The Installation Ceremony, and have you seen Jalen?, and oh, Users, the virus… and Clu… Tron… Anon… Hyperawareness of every single one of her voxels makes her want to sob— and she probably already is, with the way Flynn hastily shifts to hold her closer.

She grasps at the User’s robe, and weeps unabashedly.

Flynn hesitates before feeling more sure in holding her back, shushing her gently. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He sounds unconvinced by his own words. 

Time passes, Quorra’s still unsure how much, spent silently crying until her head starts hurting all over again. Flynn holds her even when she feels her sobs subsiding, only moving away to wipe at her cheeks.

Quorra scowls, “I’m going to kill him.”

Flynn raises a brow. “Clu? Would you stoop to his level like that?”

And… Quorra doesn’t know how to respond to that. She must hesitate too long because Flynn’s expression grows gentle. Gentle in the way that hides great melancholy. He gets up slowly, hand braced at his back. Flynn extends his hand to Quorra, “Come on, let’s get out of here before they send someone to survey the wreck.”

Quorra takes his hand and rises. “I’ve got a place in the Outlands Clu doesn’t know I had built,” Flynn says, bracing Quorra with an arm, “We’ll be safe there.”

She throws a look over their shoulders to where Anon’s voxels have already started to get reabsorbed into the grid-bedrock below.

“Don’t worry,” Flynn says, already stepping forward, deeper into the uncharted land, “I’ve got you. We’ll be okay.”

It feels like betrayal, for Quorra to believe they’ll be okay when everyone else who’s ever mattered in her runtime is gone. Gone, and yet she’s still here.

But Flynn keeps walking, and Quorra’s feet step one at a time, forward and forward.

This, Quorra thinks, is survival. Even when it does not feel deserved.

_ _ _

For Fictober Day #2 — “Don't worry, I got you.”

[steddieficfind]

I’m not sure if this fic ever made it past the first chapter cause that’s all I read, but Steve has a partner who died. He and Eddie used to date but I think Eddie was an addict and they broke up? Eddie shows up to the funeral because he knew Steve’s boyfriend from AA I think, and didn’t know Steve and him were dating. The chapter ended with them talking on the phone catching up. I think it was meant to be Steddie endgame. Thanks !

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Naruto chapter 676

[onepiecebdays]

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