#falls over abd explodes

[judgement-marshmallow]

"because my last sin, is that i hate you"

[buttonzzbootsz25]

Shedletsky is actually one of my favourites

anyways more hcs!!!

guest 1337 is the tallest survivor being 6'2 and he's quite muscular.. shedletsky and elliot are the shortest around 5'4.. shedletsky is chubby meanwhile elliot is skinny

TWO TIMR IS LIKE 5'7 MAUBE also maybe they has scars in fhe shape of the spawn.

shedletsky has a habit of overeating (that's me projecting myself onto shedletsky.... fry him.)

two time fasts a lot due to the cult thing so theyre quite skinny..... insane idiot i hope they explode.

007n7 is also chubby because i love chubby guys (im lesbian btw) and hes 5'5

c00lkidd is taller than his papa. but also shortest killer. hes absurdly tall for a 10 year old. like 5'9.. bluudud is um 6'1 and pr3typriincess is 6'0. 1x4 is like 7'2 ish/hj.. maybe actually 6'9 though.... ion know!

i love the idea of bluudud simping for guest 1337 but since guest is an adult he gets uncomfortable due to the insane age gap (i dont know if he has a canon age but i feel like he'd be 30 - 40).... please don't execute me! ^_^ also plus bluudud's a killer

shedletsky can probably eat a whole bucket of kfc chicken and i think he'd like wicked wings frgom kfc.. umm i reallt like chicken and wicked wings. h

shedletsky as a chickenOH MY GOD ANIMAL HCS okay

shedletsky as a chicken for obvious reasons. i could get really particular with animal types but im lazy.. 1x4 also as a chicken

007n7, c00lkidd, bluudud and pr3typriincess all with horns!! 007 is the only one with an actual devil tail... i fhink the coolkiddlings would have drakobloxxer tails! abd claws..

elliot and guest as dogs.. not sure what exact breed because im dumnb and i dont know dog breeds im a cat person

KITTT TWO TIME particularly maybe a lynx or leopard.. i especially like lynxes but also two time COULD be a domesyicated cat particularlu a sand cat (i think thats a different type of feline not cat breed but i may be wrong) or a siamese.. i think a more snowy one would work though

oh oh john doe could be a dog too particularly for their loyalty (related to him falling in love with jane doe) BUT cats Are also loyal but idk mamy animals...

i cant think of anyone else and what animal because im out of thinking juice. i ran out..

also if anyone wants to request my hcs on a specific character i do have an ask.. you can also share your own!! speaking of which I LOVE THE FORSAKEN HCS account The mods seem cool anyways i should be asleep

whenevet i die as shedletsky i always say im fried instead of im cooked

[funkyyylizard]

yours, blood (literally) and soul

pairing: rook hunt x reader

warnings: bl○○d play

additional: aftercare, fluff, use of safeword

summary: something about seeing you laid out for him, with red surrounding you, had rook feeling so happy he was light headed. and he wasn't the one losing blood.

this is my first post 👉👈 pls b gentle, if uou think i need to add anything pls tell

it was a hidden fantasy. one you desperately held in so you wouldn't be looked at weirdly for liking it. it wasn't your fault you were only human, one with desires so strong and completely different from what you used to want. it really wasn't. not when a man so perfect could look at you with eyes filled with so much love you felt suffocated. breathe stuck in your throat as you stare up at him with lidded eyes and heavy head, letting him know you were fine.

the words you were unable to say spilt out of his mouth, all of which were for you instead of him. "my love..." he whispered, leaning down to place his head in the crook of your neck, completely ignoring the red that seeped into his pale blonde hair. "mon petit bambi." a kiss against your neck. "so perfect, so pretty." he was panting, chest falling and rising rapidly. you wanted to follow, to have the rush of oxygen fill your lungs, but instead, you let out a small wheeze.

the sound pulled him out of his headspace because his warmth seperated from you abd you were greeted with bright green eyes that watched you, analysing your reactions and waiting patiently for your safe word. your chest swelled at this and you mouthed an 'ok'. the relief that washed over his tense body was evident in the way a red stained smile replaced his frown, fox like eyes creasing as he leaned back down to place a kiss on your parted lips. the blood he'd gotten smeared onto his lips by kissing your neck had your taste buds exploding with the metallic tang. you whined.

"i know my love," he crooned. crimson tainted hands reached up to caress your cheek, spreading the liquid there too. "just a bit more."

and a bit more it was. bodies trying to mold into one, with chests pressing against each other to the tangling of legs and limbs. a soft gasp of the word "hunt" had rook immediately pulling away, checking for signs of pain outside of how much you could tolerate.

the blood you lost soaked into your shirt's back and the wood of the floor. rook wasn't unaffected either, his pants were a darker shade of black and the white button up was dyed in red. he had too much fun with the blood and it was apparent from the way his smile reached his ears as he wrapped you up in a cloth before carrying you into the bathroom.

his hums echoed throughout the room while he washed the blood away from your body. the next step of the aftercare was always your favourite. it was when he'd clean every wound so gently, as if you were made of glass. then he'd kiss them softly before wrapping it with bandages. making sure none were too tight or uncomfortable and no wound hurts anywhere more than a sting.

i love you's and thank you's were exchanged as you both settle into Rook's soft, cushiony bed after he cleans himself. the pictures on the walls were easier to ignore now that you're barely even concious to feel self concious about your own photos looking at you both as you fall asleep, his eyes never leaving your fragile form.

[scrivenger-grimgar]

This is in regards to my last post :)

literally just me ranting about headcsnons and stuff for Naruto Clans. anyways i’m going to tag some people who either might be interested in this, or definitely had a part in making this come together in my head: @adhd-sakura @actuallyautisticsasuke @kalira @keanblade @dragonpyre @sloaners @kksday

Starting off: every clan is effectively a separate “country”. they each have different beliefs, holidays, patron gods, traditions, and understandings of life. by the founding of konohagakure over 800 years have passed since the Rokudo Sennin died and his kids started fighting, meaning that the fire country clans are separate, but regularly interact, which is why there are similarities between clan cultures, but nothing is exactly the same.

playing off of keanblade’s “red eyes are blessed” au, the Uchiha have the Patron Goddesses Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi. however, in addition to red, orange and yellow eyes are also hailed as marks of the Goddess Amaterasu’s blessed. Tsukuyomi has her own blessed markings as well: lavender, silver, or white hair. they are known as the RedEyed and the MoonBorne. Albino folk are seen as blessed by both Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu. further more there are the StarSkinned, people who have galaxies (colourful and vivid in the view of the Sharingan) painted on their skin, and who are said to be made of stars; they are people with vitiligo. they celebrate the summer solstice with a midnight bonfire in the clan compound square, hold fire in their hands like a candlelight vigil without wax as they cremate their dead, hold passion and family-friends-parter-love very very dearly.

all Hatake are wanderers and the clan itself is nomadic; they live in Enclaves of family-friends-parters-children-parents-cousins, and don’t care for blood as much as they care for kin. their Patron Goddess is Asami, ruler of spring, flowers, plants, creatures, life, love, joy; she rides upon her companion, an elk made of storm, rain, lightning, water, rage, fury, protective might, thunder hooves. they celebrate the first snow fall, the spring cherry blossoms, the joining of new kin. Asami’s blessed are shown with pale-stone-shade hair in white, silver, red, grey, brown, blond; albino folk are common among them. there are five hatake clades, separated not by blood but by summons species, with their guardians taking different forms, and each bearing different names: Ōtori, Fūgawa, Hebida, Wagara, Yoroki.

the uzumaki live on their island, with roads made of water and houses of coaxed coral growths, seals in their brains and tenacity in their blood. with their Patron Gods Raijin and Ōwatatsumi, they embody the storms and tides and the raging seas and howling winds of the oceans they inhabit, strong, stubborn, feirce, and deadly. red, white, and black hair, as well as red, purple, and blue eyes are very common among the major uzumaki families; additionally, ink, seals, tattoos, piercings, and ornimental jewelry play a large role in their culture as ways of marking milestones of personal growth and major life events. the uzumaki have a similar system as the hatake, marking people with different names not for blood relation, but for individual abilities. those like the Umino, Inka, Karatachi, and Hozuki would be native to Uzushio, clans that make up the greater concept of “The Uzumaki”, with family abilities like exploding seafoam bubbles (Umino Utakata), chakra-ink beasts drawn onto scrolls and brought to life (Inka Sai), the ability to coax corals to grow and flourish (Karatachi Yagura), or to see and breath better underwater than above it (Hozuki).

the Senju are more strict than other clans, more controlled abd wary, often seeing the larger picture rather than the smaller details. they find an ideal and are able to dedicate themselves to it in their entirity, living, breathing, and fighting for that goal with a single-minded and stubborn purpose and in this they can often lose sight of the people around them.

these ideas are the begginingbasis to what i’m starting to develop from a vague concept i had in my head weeks ago that started simply with “why do summons speak the same language as the humans in the elemental nations” which devolved into “i’m making an entirely new language for the summons” and then “what if there was a clan so close to their summons that they could understand and use Soul Speak?” it was mire than a rabbit hole. i fell into the fucking void.

[judeewrites]

hello! i saw your bio that you’re accepting requests and i was wondering if you can do a talbott winger and my MC (Autumn van Buren) a short angsty fic? maybe during the hogwarts battle? it’s nighttime here and my heart is craving for some angst T^T thanks so much in advance!

Just Hold Me A Little Longer

"Just hold me a little longer."

"Your safe not here."

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Spells were being shot at each others. Dodging was exhausting. Everyone had been fighting for hours.

"Van Buren, you looked exhausted." Merula was at Autumn's side, dodging blasts. They were hiding behind a fallen pillar.

"The Dark Lord is fighting Harry Potter, my husband is no where to be seen, and we are cornered." Autumn responded, sarcastically.

Merula aimed her wand at the deatheater, loudly pronouncing the killing curse. "Avada Kedavra!" Sucessfully killing one, out of the three deatheaters.

"You should get out of here, Merula," she half yelled, trying to get her attention. "I've got them distracted, you just get out of here, okay?"

Merula looked over at her solemnly, "You can't just-"

"Merula." Autumn spoke softly. "..Alright."

Spells were fired and Merula lept out from behind the fallen pillar, disappearing in the crowd of students.

And then Autumn was alone.

---

"You shouldn't have come here," Talbott spoke angerly. Autumn abd Talbott were hidden in the dungeons.

"They need as much help as they can get, Talbott! Don't you dare for second, think I can't take this." she hissed.

A wall exploded from behind them, sucessfully forcing them out of there hiding spots.

"Autumn, your not safe here!"

A blast seperated them, throwing the two on different sides of a hall. Talbott wss thrown against a wall, falling the the ground.

He groaned, rubbing the back of his head. Talbott looked up.

"You fought on the wrong side. Crucio!"

He could see the look on her face. He wished he hadn't have spend there last moments being angry.

She wished she hadn't have left him so quickly during the battle. They should've fought together.

He watched helplessly. Talbott clutched stomach in pain, crawling desperately towards Autumn. Just to hold her. Just to not see her in pain.

He held he tightly, her eyes were flooded with pain. He wish he could trade places with her.

[cerealjam]

King k rool vs bowser

Lucifer: Mario and donkey kong probably the most well known Nintendo charcters

Sapphire: but where not here to talk about them but instead there reptilian king rivals bowser the Koopa king

Lucifer: and king k rool the kremlimg king

Sapphire: it's are job to analysis there weapons armor and skill to find out who would win a fiction beatdown

Lucifer: king bowser Koopa or just bowser is a giant monstrous fire breathing turtle and has been marios arch enemy since the beginning

Sapphire: and by beginning we mean as babys there rivalry started over yoshi because bowser wanted to ride him but mario already was

Lucifer: how do you go from wanting to ride a green dinosaur to conquering galaxy and kidnapping princess

Sapphire: no idea but back on track bowser has been kidnapping peach for years and he's failed many times

Lucifer: you'd think I giant turtle capable of surviving black holes and super novas would be able to defeat a plumber

Sapphire: well marios no weakling anyway but where here to focus on bowser

Lucifer: he attacks using his fire breath and swiping with his claws and even his shells back a good punch

Sapphire: plus he's strong enough to lift his intire castle and even beat a much more powerful version of himself

Lucifer: he's conqured galaxys took over peaches castle at one point hell there's been a few times where he nearly won but mario always had some kinda help during those times

Sapphire: as we mentioned a bit before he has survived black holes super novas being crushed, you may think after all he's done he's some mindless monster well that's not the cause

Lucifer: as we've seen in the rpg game he'd shown some remorse about genos death and when his castle got taken over by fawful he was furious his minions where brain washed

Sapphire: plus he loves his son and the Koopa lings and will do anything to be the best dad he can

Bowser: Bow before Bowser, or feel my wrath!

Lucifer: king k rool is the leader of the kremlings in fact he's not even really a king he's actually a pirate captain

Sapphire: isn't he a scientist to....?

Lucifer: i think he likes dressing up in different outfits to feel more powerful but he still leads the kremlings either way

Sapphire: this whole rivalry started with kongs when he stole there banns hoards

Lucifer: why would a crocodile need a hoard of bananas

Sapphire: for smoothies i presume but odd goals aside this crocodile isn't so ordinary he's a massive power house being able to find each member of the king family even all at once

Lucifer: he's a cunning pirate and a expert boxer his crown is made of solid gold and his belly can be used to block and reflect projectiles but it can crack if enough force hits it

Sapphire: over the years he survived several harsh beatings from the kongs he's survived falls from his mountain abd has even been attacked by sharks and survived

Lucifer: he matches donkey kong in strength and king is able to punch a moon making the highest force of punch 3000 megatons and finnaly his ultimate weapon the blast-O-matic capable of wiping out and intire island

Sapphire: but even with all this k rool is mentally unstable and abusive and that massive blood shot eye gives him constant pain making him more angry and unstable

Lucifer: alright the combatants are set it's time for a fiction beatdown!

*k rool and his crew are sailing through bowers kingdom in there blast-O-matic*

Kremling: SIR! there's a castle in the way what should we do

K rool: fire the blast-O-matic at yiu morons!

Kremling: but but sir it needs to charge up besides this is the home of a horrid king

K rool: a king you say! Well no one is better than k rool start charging the blast-O-matic i won't be long

Bowser: keep your eyes on JR minions i think I need to deal with this guy! *leaves his castle*

K rool: so you've come out you false king bowser down before a true kung KING K ROOL

bowser: *gives him a annoyed stare and just punches him and k rool goes flying

K rool: I'll have your throne!!!

FIGHT!

K rool: *charges at bowser and hits him with his belly*

Bowser: *blocks the attack launching back a few feet and when he recovers theres a giant blunder buss shot coming at him*

K rool: block that turtle!

Bowser: *catches it and throws it back* catch!!

K rool: that won't work *reflects the shot with his belly*

Bowser: *jumps over the shot and breaths fire down on k rool*

*K rool gets scorched from the flames leaving his cape torn and burnt*

K rool: *come down and face me head on*

Bowser: *goes into his shell and Flys down to crush k rool*

K rool: *jumps out of the way and puts on boxing gloves* come on hand to hand

Bowser: fine by me it's show time!

*bowser and k rool start boxing each other exchanging blows back and forth blood and a few teeth go flying*

Bowser: *throws a hard punch*

K rool: *blocks it with his belly* now bow down! *punches bowser as hard as he can*

Bowser: *goes flying into the lava*

K rool: looks like my work here is dine

Kremling: what about the blast-O-matic my lord?

K rool: just destroy the castle with it i don't need it this truly was my FINEST HOUR!

*theres a loud eruption sound as bowser flew out of the lava and landed in front of k rool* YOU DARE MAKE A FOOL OUT OF THE KOOPA KING! *slashes and chomps at k rool beating him to a bloody pulp and finishes of his beat down by scorching k rool with his fire breath*

K rool: fire the blast-O-matic Now!

Kremling: but sir it'll hit you!

K rool: trust me!

*the blast-O-matic fires*

K rool: *activates his propeller and Flys away* see ya later *mockingly salutes to bowser*

**the blast-O-matic hits bowser and blows up his intire castle**

K rool: *laughs triumphly* I did it i win!

*a rock gets thrown at k rool to get his attention*

K rool: WHAT!!

bowser: after awhile crocodile *punches k rool at full force*

K rool: *trys to block it with his belly but it shatters sending him flying towards the weaponized ship* impossible im king k rool i can't be beaten! NOT IN MY FINEST HOUR!! **smashes through his ship and right into the blast-O-matic power source and it explodes and sinks into the lave below**

Bowser: *brushes off his hand and raises his fist in victory*

K.O

Sapphire: wow that was awesome make them fight again!

Lucifer: even though these reptilian king are both power houses this was a fairly easy win for bowser

Sapphire: bowser has survived much worse things than an island destroying laser he's been cimptely crushed he's even swam in lava and boiling water that laser was bassicly getting a tan

Lucifer: k rool did fight well his endurance and strength alone helped in last longer than a few minutes i say he's lucky his final death was possibly quick

Sapphire: the winner his bowser!

[thewitchoftherock]

Nightmare

It was the middle of the night in the Fright Zone. Entrapta had gone to her personal quarters a few hours ago, leaving Hordak to his own devices in his sanctum.

Today was a day for biotech. He had moved from the idea of cloning himself a new body, and onto either integrating this technology more seamlessly into his body, or finding a way to regrow and repair his body.

It wasn’t necessarily going well, but he was still in the research phase of his work which involved a lot of reading. His mind was split in two, one part taking in and absorbing the new data- the other side exploding with ideas that he knew would prove impossible as he continued his reading.

He found himself quite entranced - he normally did when he was learning something he found interesting, when Imp scrambled out of the vents, and sat himself on the arm of Hordak's chair, looking distressed.

Hordak pulled himself from the article he was reading, and put his hand on Imps neck in an attempt to calm him.

“What is it.” He asked softly.

Imp opened his mouth, and played a recording. At first he didn’t know what he was listening to. It was muffled, abd inarticulate. He couldn’t make out any words. He strained his ears, listening carefully.

Crying. Soft, pained feminine sobs. His chest tightened for a moment.

“Is that… Entrapta?”

Imp stopped the recording and screeched at him.

“Where.”

———-

Hordak followed imp down the twisting hallways. He ran for the most part, slowing to a walk when he heard someone walking by on patrol. They didn’t question what he was doing roaming the halls at night, they just gave a salute and let him go on.

They knew better than to stop him.

The hallways became vaguely familiar as he approached a nondescript sliding door in the wall. This was Entrapta’s quarters, he was pretty sure. He’d normally be more sure, but last time he was here he had been just coming down from the issue with the corrupted First One’s tech, and his head hadn’t been quite right.

Imp tugged on Hordak’s robes, and pointed to the door. He sighed, looking for a call button along the door, but saw none. There was a pin pad next to the door though - he figured that it had been an old storage closet before Entrapta took it over. This struck him as unacceptable. He was going to have her move. He didn’t know where yet, but somewhere closer to the sanctum. Maybe then she wouldn't feel she had to sneak through the vents all the time.

He plugged the master code into the pin-pad, and was entirely and completely confused when it didn’t open. He tried it again, thinking at first that maybe he had just put the number in wrong, when it came to him that of course Entrapta had changed the code.

He frowned and looked down at Imp. “How did you get in.” He asked. Imp pointed at a ventilation shaft in the ceiling. He picked him up, and held him to the vent. Imp scrambled in and turned to look at Hordak.

“Go in, and check on her.” He said, “If she still… needs assistance, then open the door from the inside.”

There was silence as his sneaky companion made his way through the vents. He watched, hoping that he would come right back, poking his head out and shrugging. He didn’t necessarily want to go into Entrapta’ s quarters without her express permission, but he didn’t want to leave her alone.

A moment later, the door slid open. Imp walked out, brushing his hands together and looking proud. Once he was out, he held out his arms, as though guiding Hordak into the room. He sneered as he swept past him.

The door closed behind him, and the light from the hallway cut out. He could hear Entrapta nearby, still crying softly.

“Entrapta.” He said, his voice low and calm as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of a small lamp that was still on next to the massive pillow Entrapta slept in, giving off a dull purple light. He carefully made his way across the piles of old tools and bits of tech towards her. At first he wondered if she didn’t hear him over her gentle sobbing, but he didn’t think that was the case.

As he approached, he saw that she was still asleep, her face covered in fresh tears. He froze for a moment, hesitant on what to do next, then he gently shook her shoulder, “Entrapta.” He whispered more urgently. Still no response. For a moment, he worried something was wrong. His ears flexed, and he felt his stomach clench as he shook her more firmly, and rose his voice almost to a shout.

“Entrapta!”

That woke her. She rose up quickly, and he felt her hair around him. It happened so fast he scarcely had time to register it- She had knocked his feet from under him with one strand, dropping him against the ‘bed’. As he fell, another grabbed his wrists, and another went for his throat and squeezed.

He was a little impressed with her reaction if he were to be honest.

“It’s me.” He managed to croak out. If he had to breathe like a normal Etherian, he’d probably be in trouble. He got to his feet slowly so as not to startle her. She was breathing heavily, tears still falling from her eyes.

Slowly, she loosened her hair. “Hordak.” she said softly, “Why are you-” A sob interrupted her.

“What’s wrong.” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. If someone had hurt her-

He wasn’t prepared for her leaning into him, and just sobbing into his armor. He slowly put his arms over her shoulders, and let he stay there. He wasn’t sure what was wrong, but he was pretty sure this was the right reaction. She normally did this when he was frustrated with his experiments, or his armor, but she did it with her hair. He hoped this was right.

It must have been, because after a few moments, the sobbing slowly stopped, her breathing slowed, and she started sniffling and wiping her face with her still-gloved hands.

“What happened.” He asked, a little more gently this time. She shook her head, allowing some of her slightly tangled hair to cover her face as she backed away from him, “It.. I’m sorry.”

His arms were still around her. He wouldn’t hold her in place, she wouldn’t like that. He lifted one hand and brushed one of her pigtails out of the way, “What happened?”

She sniffled, “It’s stupid.” She said softly, “I had a nightmare, that’s all.”

Entrapta had told her about her dreams before, and he’d come to realize that yes, though he dreamed, her dreams were a lot more vivid than his, like it was really happening. He didn’t know if that was because she slept longer, or if their brains were just different.

“What did you dream,” He asked, his concern causing his voice to come out in soft hisses, “That upset you so much.”

She turned aside, and let her hair cover her face again. Entrapta was dodging. She was hiding. Entrapta, who had always before been blunt, and open, and honest, and dragged the truth from him when he’d rather stay silent was dodging.

He hesitated, and lifted his hand to her face. He did it slowly, so she could see, and when she didn’t move away he cupped her cheek and turned her face to look at him.

“I came in, and you were sobbing in your sleep. You woke up and you cried into me. You-” He considered his words, “You’re my lab partner.” He finally said, his ears twitching in the darkness, “You’re.. My friend. Yes?” Entrapta nodded once, “Then I won’t stop until you tell me.” He said back to her, then in a pale imitation of her, he said in a softer voice, “So tell me everything, right now.”

She flicked her eyes down, “It’s bad.” She said. Then looked back up at him. “I dreamed about my parents.”

She had never mentioned her parents before, and he’d not asked.

“Are they.. Around?”

“No.” She said, shifting a little closer to him. In the dim light he could see tears welling in her eyes again, catching the lamplight, “They died when I was little.”

Condolences were in order, he knew. “I’m sorry-”

“ She leaned into his chest again, and he could feel her shaking, “I blamed myself when I was younger.” She said softly. “We used to work in a lab together. They were interested in robotics too. My mother, actually, had a robotic arm. That’s how she met my dad - he was a scientist who helped her make a new one. They worked together a lot.” she sniffled and fell silent. Hordak moved his arms so they were properly over her shoulders again. She didn’t seem to mind that.

“ I was just a kid. Nine.I was making my own little robot. Not anything special. I was just making something that would play a tune and dance as it did. Something silly, and I burned myself with a soldering gun. My mom left what she was doing to help me. Whatever she was working on reacted, and fizzed over on the table, then the table fell, and all these chemicals just..” She shuddered, and her hair wrapped around her. “Something exploded. She held me down, and protected me from the blast. “

“You dreamed that happened again?”

She shook her head and shuddered. “No.” She sobbed, “No. When I woke up.. When I woke up I was still under the rubble.” She was crying harder now. “She was on top of me. She was dead, and she was on top of me!” She dissolved into tears against Hordak. “ H-Her arms were all over me, and bleeding,”

He tightened his grip around her. He was used to death, used to corpses, but even he wouldn’t be pleased to wake up under a corpse. For an Etherian child to wake up to the corpse of her mother over her.

He’d seen horrors, but he didn’t know if he could compare. He had been raised to deal with horrors, and he’d never really been a child.

Entrapta started breathing heavily, and calmed down after a few moments, “I dream sometimes, that I’m still under her.” She whimpered, “I can feel her on top of me. I can feel her blood, I can see her eyes.” Another sob.

Hordak didn’t know what he could say, so he held her tight instead. That seemed to calm her. Slowly her hair wrapped around them both like a blanket.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, “I didn’t think you’d hear me.”

“I didn’t.” He said, “Imp did. He let me know something was wrong.”

A sniffle, followed by a dull laugh, “You were spying on me?”

“Imp was.” He corrected, indignant, “He spies on everyone. I think he was worried about you.”

She nodded, calmer now.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” He said. “And… and that you went through that.” He wondered if that was the right thing to say. He was pretty sure it was.

Entrapta nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“... Is… Is there anything you want me to do?”

She was silent for a few long moments, then slowly wrapped her arms around him. “Can you stay here?”

“I can.”

“You’re not too busy?”

“For you, no.” He felt his ears heat up slightly as he took in how corny that was, and how stupid he must have sounded. But Entrapta didn’t notice that. Instead, she leaned down, lowering herself, and Hordak into her bed, and pulling a blanket up over them. She snuggled into him.

“Tomorrow.” He whispered as she started sleeping, “You’re moving your quarters closer to the sanctum.”

“Hrmm..?”

“There’s no need for you to be so far away.” he Insisted. He wasn’t sure where he’d put her - as far as he knew there weren't many places that would be suitable for her near the sanctum; he had designed that area himself when he had it all built. It was his sanctum, and then his quarters.

But he’d figure something out. For now, he was content to just lay there and hold her, listen to her breath slow and soften as she fell asleep.

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The next morning , he was arranging for Entrapta’s things to me moved as discreetly as possible to his own quarters. He didn’t need them, not really, he hardly slept.

“It’ll be more efficient if she’s closer to the sanctum” he explained to Imp as Entrapta was making another run to bring more stuff over, “And she can keep her tools in the sanctum, and not risk tripping over them in the middle of the night.”

Imp rolled his eyes. Opened his mouth, and let a recording play, “‘you’re not too busy?’, ‘For you, no.”

He’d have to have a talk to Imp about appropriate people to spy on.

[thevanitychariot]

The Chariot: Issue VIII

Original Publication Date: May 24, 2020

Changing Times Require Changing Cultures By: Aramis Giordano Original Publication Date: 25 March 2020

The new year and a new Hollywood administration is ushering in many necessary changes. As we are advancing through the current generation in entertainment, we are highlighting the shortcomings that the previous administration failed to focus on and fix.

Following the 2019 Ross Awards with Vanessa Harding finally taking home the crown, three of the Best Actress winners (River Johnson, Riza Yuki, and Vanessa Harding) shared their experiences of the life post-Ross recognition. River (Omelas) opened up as to how the industry shunned her after being booed out of stage for winning over Keira Kuyama (Your Lie in April) back in 2017. Riza Yuki (Death Note: Zero) also followed the same suit the year after in 2018 for winning over Keira Kuyama (The Town Without Me).

With the public humiliation, River's career took a great hit and unofficially became the face of the silenced and attacked women in the industry. She vocalized transparency and awareness of how the media is shaping the audience's minds and opinions by pitting talented women again each other. Since River's 2017 win, it has became an annual tradition for women to talk about the gender issue prior to awarding Best Actress.

2019 also saw the rise of culturally-important stories, such as Don't Cry for Me Argentina and Things Fall Apart and also provided platforms for South and Southeast Asian women to flourish, such as Samar Chopra (Hotel del Luna), Kiev Harjanti (A Story I Couldn't See), and Anjali Varma (Still Seventeen), yet none of these women and films were recognized for their contributions in the industry.

Three months into his presidency, Emerson Wright has exemplified the importance of diversity, not only in roles, but also in perspectives. He wants to provide a platform on those whose voices are rarely heard with the White-majority Hollywood under Lawrence Harland's administration and the Asian-majority MC-Wylde under Davis Wylde's leadership. Within three months, three movies have been released that showed the range of talent from Middle Eastern and Black actors and directors.

Emerson Wright started his presidency with the release of The Messiah, directed by Walid Abd al-Rahman, showcasing the first main roles given to those of Middle Eastern descent. The second movie focused on the story embodying the complexity of the relationships between the Mexican cartels and the Italian mafia in Zero Zero Zero. The third movie, groundbreaking with being the first movie to present an all-Black cast and director, On Her Own Ground tells the story of the first ever self-made female millionaire.

Emerson also wanted to purge the administration of the blame and blackball culture pushing forth the agenda by having his first movie star Chrystia Allwright as the female lead. Prior to his administration, Chrystia was blackballed after winning Best Actress (The Eureka Moment) in 2015 against the fan-and-industry favorite, Vanessa Harding (1906). For four years, Chrystia was unable to star in any movie role until Cygna Entertainment, a subsidiary of MC-Wylde, provided the opportunity, with her sister Kendra Allwright helming.

As a director himself, Emerson knows how to win both the administration and the crowd by bringing forth the powerful comebacks of classic actors such as Aubree Jones and Clapton Robinson, further sparking excitement within the entertainment industry. As the new president is releasing groundbreaking films, Davis Wylde sits idly and continues to draw in large crowd praising the films highlighting Asian excellence.

So far, he has released four very successful films: Vagabond (Beijing Lee, Meili Wang), Crash Landing on You (Park Jungmin, Joanna Park), Guardian: Great and Lonely God (Rayyan Ong, Malivalaya Leechaiyapornkul), and To the Kingdom of the Gods (Jeong Minhyuk, Joanna Park).

As it's approaching its third year, the Asian Age does not seem to be slowing down. The longest generation so far spanned almost four years (Stagnant Age, April 2013-November 2016); it won't be long until this current generation surpasses it - unless this rapidly-evolving movement caused by the Emerson's changes welcomes in a new revival.

Meet the Visionaries of the Ross Awards Committee By: Aramis Giordano Original Publication Date: 12 April 2020

The corruption scandal that took down the previous administration of Hollywood Studios finally lead to the formation of the Ross Awards committee, formed to independently screen and choose the nominees and winners from this point forward. After four months of deliberating how to build the framework of the new leadership roles, the Ross Committee decided to mirror the current administrations of MC-Wylde and Hollywood Studios. 

Both Davis Wylde and Emerson Wright held debriefings for the past four months to discuss the future of the committee and how it will maintain its lack of bias and independency. The topic of corruption was brought up the most with the fear of repeating what happened in the 2016 Ross Awards in which previous Hollywood Studios Chairman Omar Vanderkoff was accused of falsifying the Best Actress results. 

Davis Wylde and Emerson Wright agreed to establish an official impartial screening tool for the committee administration to use when hiring their staff. It will assess and analyze previous workplaces, experience, education, and connections within the industry. The committee decided to announce that a staff with a history of working with either MC-Wylde or Hollywood Studios would have their applications reviewed with the utmost precaution prior to moving ahead. On April 12, 2020, the official administration that would build the future of the Ross Awards Committee were announced. Hans Neumann would serve as the committee's president, Jolie Laurent as the vice president, and Godfrey Howard as the chief of staff. They request the rest of the year to fill in the empty positions, create new roles, and allow interns and volunteers to collaborate together in preparation for this year's Ross Awards. "People never had anyone to put their blames on whenever they don't like the results of the Awards", Anika host Anika Sunisa begins. "The Ross has always caused the greatest divide within the industry and the general mass audience and we've always pit the candidates against each other as if they're modern-day gladiators". "Hans Neumann is placed in the most dangerous position in the industry for all the arrows and guns will be pointed at him by the time December comes", Vanity Chariot editor Lancer Knight claims. "He will definitely be the most talked about, if not most attacked, president in entertainment history", he finishes. Presidents have never had it easy with the audience, as shown by the very publicized witch hunt that led to Lawrence Harland stepping down the previous year. Hans Neumann should have expected it to be the case prior to accepting the coveted role. "In the case of Emerson", Anika continues the discussion. "He has his reputation preceding him as someone generally well-liked." That was also the case with Lawrence Harland. He has a very over-the-top personality, which was shown in the types of movies he released. Lawrence wanted to create spectacles that would leave legacies for as long as possible; he also focused a lot of his attention on presenting himself as a cult personality, especially with the establishment of Lawrence Harland University. "This is in contrast to Davis and Emerson who want to create films to tell stories that are current and relevant and let time decide its fate". Lancer agrees to Anika's claims. It will definitely be interesting to see how this decision of opening up the Ross committee will affect the future of the awards ceremony and how it will play a role in shaping the entertainment industry. On the other hand, after the announcement comes the abrupt statement that current MC-Wylde Chief of Staff McCormick Hawthorne is stepping down after two years of service. Following the resignation, he disclosed his plans to go back to teaching film history in Lawrence Harland University this upcoming school semester. It was reported that Seema Banerjee will replace him after a long discussion among the three leaders of the company. Davis Wylde also announced the official Chairman of Cygna Entertainment, Manuela Valdiviero. Vanessa Harding unofficially held the position previously and would only do the role during pre-production of the films. The official appointment of Manuela Valdiviero serves as a good sign for a bright and prolific years ahead for Cygna Entertainment.

Emerson Nation is Catching Fire By: Aramis Giordano Original Publication Date: 24 May 2020

Five months into his presidency and Emerson Wright had already taken the entertainment industry by storm. In early May, the Hollywood president announced the upcoming revival of the esteemed The Hunger Games series by releasing a prequel that is being helmed by the master himself, Gary Ross.
 Following the announcement, social media sites exploded with excitement by sharing predictions, posting theories, and hosting watch parties in preparation for the upcoming movie. The fifth The Hunger Games film, titled Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, will center around Coriolanus Snow as the mentor of the District 12 female tribute in the 10th Hunger Games. Filming has commenced with information that Damien Avanda will be portraying the future president of Panem, while Persia Chapman plays alongside him as Lucy Gray Baird, tribute from District 12. "It's the biggest project of my career thus far and we're making sure we do the movie justice," Emerson assured during the press conference held on May 17, 2020. During the same event, he also announced that Hollywood is finally releasing three live adaptions of Avatar: The Last Airbender in collaboration with Davis Wylde. The trailer for the first movie was dropped, which tells the story of the adventures in the first book, with newcomer Chaucer Lim playing the titular character, and Cara Miyazaki, Mishima Kenshi, and Ikeda Marusa portraying the fan-favorites Katara, Sokka, and Zuko respectively. This unprecedented collaboration marks an important event in the entertainment industry's history as both Emerson Wright and Davis Wylde shared their resources in "recreating the masterpiece that is Aang's story". No news have been made regarding the live adaptation of Legend of Korra as of yet. These two colossal announcements gave the current administration the nickname "Emerson Nation", a wordplay based on Avatar: The Last Airbender in which the Fire Nation rapidly takes over the world.

[judgement-marshmallow]

//judgement ep 8 spoilers

"you let.. them.. take the fall?"

[writingsoftheunderworld]

Fire and Freckles

Title: Fire and Freckles

Ship: F/F (noblewoman x witch)

Word count: 1560

Prompt: @plant13 requested a Salem Witch Trials w|w, noblewoman x witch fic so ... Here it is. Technically set not in tvd world, check out the world concept page (if you're on desktop) but it not necessary to. Hope you like it, dude!

Sweaty, twisted sheets on the bed, garbled moans, clenched fists and tense muscles. Gasps. Cries. Ahhh!

Danielle awoke suddenly, chest rising and falling rapidly, fire dancing in front of her eyes and a strong sweet scent permeating seemingly every corner of her room. She rose slowly, her heart beating wildly and her breathing elevated. Fixing her nightgown, she turned to her bedside table and turned on the lamp so she could have some illumination. Just then her chamber maid opened the door and stepped through, in a equal atate of undress, her flaming red lock falling onto her freckled shoudlers in waves. Elenore quickly madr her way yo her mistress to sooth her distress.

"What night terror plagues you thisnevening, madam?"her voice light and airy, but resonant immediately filled Danielle with a sense of calm. In the absence of her husband, Danielle only had Elenore to keep her safe. Since he'd been away at war for the past three and a half years, the two women had grown close, Elenore becoming her confidant and friend. And with these horrible witches terrorising Salem, Danielle needed to feel the safety of her maid.

"The trial of this morning. Does it not plague your dream, my dear?" the mistress of the house spoke, her hand coming to rest lightly on Eleanor's as the maid came to stand beside her bedside.

"Yes, madam, they do. But not in the way you might imagine..." softly she trailed off, although it was clear she had more to say. "Madam, may I be frank with you?"

Danielle studied her friend, for they were certainly that after sich hardship that they endured these past years. Being alone had not made Danielle's life easy certainly. What she saw in Elenore's face spoke to the deepest part of her as she saw the fire in the maid's eyes and the set of her mouth, full lips pressed as she waited for a response.

"Of course."

"Madam, do you truly believe that these trials are ... Perhaps I should not say." she shook her head and Danielle's hand tightened around hers, pulling slightly so that the maid sat diwn beside her, they hips, thighs and shoulders touching gently.

"Please do. Know nothing you say would ever change my mind about you, my dear. You have been the one to put me together many times in the past. I trust you impicitly." perhaps she had said too much, Danielle thought once she finushed speaking for now Elenore seemed to be more conflicted. Her bright blue eyes shone under the soft light of the lamp, highlighting the slope of her cheekbone and collar, colouring her in shadows of black and warm honey, her pale skin looking almost golden, the freckled flesh shining almost.

"Do you ever think that perhaps these trials are simply a ploy? I knew Master Giles, he was no witch. You madam were aquainted with Mrs Good." she spoke rapidly, afraid of Danielle's reaction. But the woman simply listened and nodded. She did fear witches and knew that among those executed some were truly practitioners of witchcraft, but Elenore was also correct. Sarah Good had been a close friend. They had bonded over their mutual heartaches. She ahd been in shock when Sarah had been tried and found guilty.

"Perhaps, but can we know who wishes harm upon us? Allow justice to have its due." Elenore's eyes darted downward quickly and she pulled her hand gently from her mistress's grip.

"Very well. But that is quite enough for tonight madam. You must rest." Elenore guided Danielle with a steady hand to lay down, 0ulling the bed covers up to her shoulders. Her red hair tickled Danielle's face and neck as the maid bent to turn the lamp off, leaving her skin tingling and her room smelling like ginger and basil leave all night. Danielle slpet soundly.

It wasn't until barley a week lated that Danielle too was accused of witchcraft. Made to stnad trial was a horrifying experience and her legs shook underneath her gown as she stood before the Court and faced the charges. Elenore's words echoed in her mind, her doubts loud in her ears as young girls shrieked at the sight of her and contorted horribly. The Court found her guilty in the following hour and sentenced to be executed at dawn. That night, her cell freezing and her life forfeit, Danielle prayed for a miracle.

It was close to midnight, she imagined when she recalled this later, although it was closer to dawn in reality, that Elenore appeared at the prison window and called her name. Danielle arose, confused and grateful that her friend had not abandoned her to be greeted with the same flaming locks and scent of crushed herbs.

"Stand back." gone was the soft liliting tone of Elenore's voice, replaced instead with deep confident words, reflected in her eyes as they shone in the moonlight. Danielle tried to ignore the shiver that travel down her spine or the bristle at being spoken to as such. Instead she did as told, Elenore's blue eyes never straying from her own.

The language that the maid spoke was one Danielle did not recognize, it sounded old and difficult, it sounded like a warning, like danger. Danielle's skin rose in goosebumps and her breathing deepened, her vhest rising and falling rapidly. The window exploded mutely. falling in just as much silence to the floor before Danielle's feet. Elenore slowly made her way inside, her feet bare and her gown unlike any that a self respecting woman would wear. The red hair was like a forest fire burning in the moonlight, her eyes like frozen lakes in winter, her skin flushed and reddening in patches. Danielle's mouth was suddenly parched. Elenore was a witch.

"Madam, take my hand." there was urgency in her voice, fear in her eyes, but her hand was steady as it reached for Danielle's. For her part, the woman was conflicted. Elenore was a witch, but still she came for her, to save her, still she was her dear friend.

"Danielle! Cone with me! Now!" Elenore gripped her wrist, pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around Danielle's waist, even as she twisted and fought to be released, and pulled her as close as she could. Danielle flushed suddenly, her whole being heated as she felt the soft give of Eleanor's chest to hers, as she felt Elenore breathe.

When the witch next spoke, the two rose off the floor and gently, as if on a breeze, floated through the open window and further up, in the night sky. Danielle's breath stopped at the sight of the ground so far below her abd tightened her grip on Elenore, their legs intertwining. Elenore gaze down at her, eyes shining as they searched Danielle's face, focusing suddenly on her pink lips. Elenore did not blush, she did not tense, she simply smiled bright, the freckles darkened by the shadows playing on her skin. Danielle's lips tingles, the same way her skin had every night before sleep as Elenore bent over her to turn the lamp off.

When they returned to the ground, they were before a small cottage, hidden deeply in the woods. There was heat inside, fire turned on. Elenore bud her in, a hand at the back of her waist, burning like a brand through the gown she wore. It was Elenore's. The cottage was homet and smelled of ginger and basil, it looked ablaze with cherry colored floors and trinkets thrown everywhere, trinkets the function of which Danielle could not even begin to guess.

When Elenore returned with a differnet gown for Danielle to change into, Danielle was grateful. She felt grimy, her current gown in taters and dirtied by the time spent in the cell. As Elenore moved to face her, her hands still steady as she lifted them to unlace the ties at Danielle's chest, the heat rose. Soft pale hands pulled at the gown down, cold skin caressing Danielle's too heated flesh as they pulled the gown off and eyes staring intently as Danielle stood there in her undergarments. Elenore had helped her change often, but no other time had it felt this intense, despite the heat that rose under her skin every time the maid's fingers touched her bare flesh in the past.

Danielle sighed when cold fingers glided down her neck, over her collarbone and the side of her breast as she was turned around, the lacing of her corset undone. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands clenched. She bit her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to spill free when Elenore bent and pulled the corset off, her hands on her hips as Danielle swayed.

Elenore rose, moved to stand before Danielle and looked in her eyes as fire reflected into every corner, the room cast in a glow of fairy dust. Danielle was the one to lace her finger in that flaming hair and bring those constellations of freckles closer and breathe in the herbs. Elenore was the one to caress lips to lips and trace a line of her tongue over the lover lip. Both deepened the kiss and clutched to each other as they lay on the soft rug below their feet and gasped and moaned and broke apart together.

[youthfuldirt]

I hate the sickening feeling of people slowly walking out on you because you always have to much internal thoughts that you cant really keep to your self and when you share these things, they all start to back away. I wonder if I am a bad person for dropping my bags onto the floor and revealing its contents, I must not be as interesting, i must be a bore and a pretentious dramatic baby. I feel like a have no one, and ill never be important to the people iv revealed my mind to.

I used to think I was going to be the one who lifts them up. Not to be some kind of hero. But an aid. And I kind of expect the same thing done. When i share my negativities its because its my only way to release them. But sadly its too much poison and though and this Ill swallow it for the sake of not letting anyone be burdened or hurt.

I feel rejected and betrayed that I resolve to pettiness, doing passive aggressive stories that hopefully refer to some other person but it is actually them and I wanted some kind of reaction . To be noticed because what the heck is a best friend for, Im not asking for a damn schedule of your life but I am interested in specific parts of it to be shared with me becauae then even if its stupid and pointless you still told me cause I mattered and you think it would be nice to share it with me. But that never crosses your mind and I bet you would say I have been too busy with work and life that I havent catch up.

Like uhm I understand if you need space to breathe, but when you say those things then proceed to post stories about hanging out with a certain friend whom I know but barely acquainted with or some outing having fun adventure trips with a group of buddies.

And ... I feel betrayed though its bad to feel or think that way. I envy those people abd it makes me feel like I might have been too much, or that she might say she wanted to give me space, I mean if you actually were concerned you would have replied to my stories. But you dont and dont say you wanted me to tell you than hear it in my stories like, bruh. Forget this Im runninv out of friends and I feel like shit for painting a bad picture od the one I treasured the most. If they wanted nothing to do with me might as well say it.

It bounces back because everytime I get mad and I could not even tell them because I might come off as a freak . And I get mad at myself because I could just be acting dramatic and seeking attention because Im a lonely ass bitxh who probBly needs affection or a boyfriend

Well. Im ace and That makes things even worse because Im an oddball and a weirdo amd an old maid and a terrible friend and jusr over all sucks at being a top grade human. But I am not the worst, I make bad decisions and I have a terrible attitude and I can be immature , but damn I am not thw worst and thats enough , I am enough even if its just me. I NEED TO GET OUT AND AWAY FROM EVERYONE IVE EVER KNOWN . TO CRACK MYSELF OPEN OR PEEL OFF THE SKIN ISHOWED THEM UNTIL THEY WONT RECOGNIZE ME, BECAUSE AFTER ALL THIS TIME AND EFFORT. I HAVENT BREAK DOWN YET BUT I FEEL LIKE EXPLODING, MY TEARS MUST HAVE RUN DRY,OH HOW I WANT TO CRY ABOUT IT BUT ITS ALL CLOGGED UP.

I LIKE MYSELF BUT I DONT THINK I TRULY LOVE MYSELF JUST YET. AND I DOBR WANT TO CHANGE FOR THE PEOPLE, I WANT TO BE BETTER FOR MYSELF, AND WHY I DONT WANT TO BE RECOGNIZED IS BECAUSE I DONT WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BENEFIT MY GROWTH AS A HUMAN. MAYBE THEY WERE IMPORTANT BEFORE AND I LOVE THEM FOR THAT BUT SOMETIMES THEY GET TIRED OF US SO WE SHOULD LEAVE AND NOT FORCE OURSELVES AND MAKE OUR HEAD OVERTHINK THAT WE END UP HATING THE VERY LAST FRAGMENTS OF OURSELVES THAT WE TRY SO HARD TO SAVE.ITS NOT THEIR ENTIRE FAULT. THE WHOLE THING FALLS ON ME AND SO I ALONE CAN DO SOMETHINV ABOUT IT.MAY THEY FIND HAPPINESS IN LIFE AND A GOOD ENDING.

I will forever keep them dear, but its bitter and I am not up to bear it for the sake of a long term bond that will probably break either way

[j3remiah-the-wordslinger]

I'm Not Ready Freestyle P.t 2

I'm not ready/

And I'm feeling a little top heavy/

Like I might tip over at any second because my thoughts heavy/

Or like I might drop because my heart's heavy/

And my heart's steady/

Beating/

And I keep repeating/

"I'm not ready"/

I'm not ready/

But I gotta be/

The only thing in my way is me, I'm the only thing stopping me/

I need to get a couple shots of Ciroq in me/

Because all eyes are on me like 2pac's in me/

I'm looking around like who's stopping me/

I've heard the "competition" but who's topping me/

I'm just getting started and you're already copping pleas/

I'm picking these rappers off like I sniped em from the tops of trees/

I don't stop and think/

I don't even stop to breathe/

It's just not in me/

I've given everything all I've got in me/

And look how far it's gotten me/

In a cell with 4 walls behind a lock and key/

Trying to convert everyone who does not believe/

But I'm not ready/

And they're taking shots at me/

I'm unprepared and it's unfair because I know I can show em if they'd all let me/

I've prophesied this my whole life like God sent me/

But I'm not ready/

What's wrong with me/

Good God help me/

I just wish everyone would shut up abd just stop yelling/

Because I'm losing my mind/

I spit the truth but yall just wanna confuse it with lies/

I'm seeing red you can't even see the fucking blue in my eyes/

I wanna take off running but I'm afraid I'll trip and fall like my shoes are untied/

I can't get a nine to five/

Fuck a suit and a tie/

This is all that I got and I refuse to deny/

I'm on the winning team so you better start choosing a side/

Before you get abused and used tossed and threw to the side/

I'm running through em like O.J the juice in his prime/

But I'm still not ready yet/

I'm an emotional wreck/

All over the place like I'm shooting an unsteady tech/

Trying to pick up the shattered pieces of whatever's left/

I came from the bottom working my way to the top and I'm hitting every step/

Taking out whoever's next/

Breathing hard like I was heavy set/

And I ain't got time to stop and try to catch a breath/

Because I don't need a rest I need a check/

I gotta pay these bills and the landlord's needing rent/

And you wanna tell me I don't know the half of it/

Like I've never had nothing/

Like I've never been to Hell and came back from it/

I'm about to explode and y'all going to feel the blast from it/

Trying to keep my sanity and I'm fighting with brass knuckles/

But you're listening to these false prophets who never have struggled/

I'm gonna bury em all so if you wanna hear em then grab shovels/

But I'm still not ready/

And I'm still feeling a little top/

And I'm still feeling like you're not with me/

But behind my back they're all mocking me/

Saying "there he goes again he's just a delusional illusionist"/

But the only mother fucking delusion is/

Thinking I'm not ready for this music biz

My head is in this music shit/

I'm on that nasty, grimy, gruesome shit/

Planted a seed inside my mind and then I grew some shit/

Who would have thought, who would have knew this shit/

Would turn me into a mother fucking lunatic/

Who's losing it/

Refuses to quit/

And spits like he's abusing his lips/

And it's not because I came from a broken home/

Or the fact that God never blessed my road/

And it's not because I bleed for this shit like a broken nose/

Or because I'm nuts and I snapped like a broken bone/

I don't suppose/

That y'all understand why I chose this road

I know I'm cold/

Because when I spit I unload my soul/

And every flow I've wrote/

Is meant for me to go toe to toe/

With anyone that's above me on this totem pole/

But I still don't think I'm ready for it/

Man I still don't think I'm ready for it/

I said I still don't think I'm ready for it/

But I know I've got this gift and I can't ignore it/

I gotta walk this path because I stand before it/

Like it's meant to be like I'm destined for it/

I can see where I'm headed while the rest ignore it/

Like I'm less important/

Idolizing these whack rappers that get blessed and worshipped/

I'm gonna wreck your fortunes/

Because I'm meant for more shit/

But I don't need 5 houses and 10 Porsche's/

Hell I'd be happy with a couple pairs of Jordan's, Timb's, or Forces/

Because I've been walking this road so ling that I've busted my soles out/

I'm just trying to get a foot in that fucking door Hell I'm sticking my toes out/

But I'm afraid that it's closed now/

They've left me out in the cold I'm froze out/

They're waiting on me to bite my fucking tongue so I spit with a closed mouth/

But my thoughts are still heavy and I'm afraid I might drop from it/

But I keep telling myself that there's no way shit I will not plummet/

Because failure is something that I cannot stomach/

And if my nerves do get the best of me I will not vomit/

I won't up chuck it/

Instead I will rise up from it/

And go above and beyond the summit/

And past the pinnacle/

While you bastards ridicule/

Shit I'm laughing with you all/

Because you took me for a joke now I'm laughing that shit off/

Killing all these rappers with a mask and a Kalashnikov/

Screaming "kiss my mother fucking ass" I don't care who I'm pissing off/

I'm over it/

G.I Joe's couldn't soldier it/

I've got my blood, sweat, tears, heart, and soul in it/

Mining it for all it's worth like there's gold in it/

This is my moment/

And I'll own it/

There's no way that I'm blowing it/

This is my Training Day/

"I'm surgical with this shit Jake"/

This pen is my fucking sword and I'm swinging it until my wrists break/

It's fate/

I know that this ain't no mistake/

Or a mis-step/

On the path that it takes/

For me to make shit great/

Been writing all these flows and I'll spit em until my lips break/

Or until my jaws lock up/

Or until I breathe my last breath and my lungs have been coughed all up/

Until I spit my last rhyme and every ounce of saliva has been hawked all up/

So this is a loss that you can chalk on up/

Before you get snatched up, bagged up, and sold like some coke that's been rocked on up

I'm a fucking lone wolf and y'all are some doggone pups/

You're a bunch of bitches who like it raw dog rough/

I want that smoke like I puff, puff then cough, cough and puff/

But I'm not ready/

And I'm feeling a little top heavy/

Like I might tip over at any second because my thoughts heavy/

Or like I might drop because my heart's heavy/

And my heart's steady/

Beating/

And I keep repeating/

"I'm not ready"/

-J3remiah

[jakefletcher]

Fumigation day.

   “What in the world is it this time...” - Ela thought to herself as she came near the Inn and saw nearly everything that was at one point inside now piled on the grass just outside the entrance. Dishes, crates, boxes, kegs and barrels, and even furniture, except for beds and bookshelves. Sherman, Daniels and Wental were busy carrying more and more stuff outside, scurrying back and forth. By now Ela was not even surprised anymore by anything that was going on where Jake was concerned and just stepped inside the Inn. Nearly right from the start she was hit with a wall of sickly-sweet stench. Overall it could only be described as a mix of rotten fruit, dead fish, Jake’s dirty socks and vanilla. With a hint of pig’s rump.

  Pinching her nose, the woman made her way through the Inn, looking for Jake, sure from the very beginning that all of this naturally had something to do with him.

  “Jake? Are you in here?!” - she called out, looking around the Inn and hearing some strange hissing as she came closer to the stairs that lead above to where the rental rooms were.

  “Phub ebe, dabe. 'Obkin'! Bob'd bpheaphe in!" - came a muffled responce, followed by more hissing which sounded like there perhaps was a giant and very pissed off reptile somewhere in the building.

  Ela searched through the rooms, unable to find him. "What the..?!?!?!" - she muttered, coming in to the far bedroom in the back of the upper floor and stopping dead in her tracks as she finally saw Jake who stood on top of one of the wardrobes in the corner, spraying some vile green fumes into every corner he could get to with a long nozzle that was attached by a flexible hose to some manner of a contraption strapped to his back that consisted of two large canisters filled with greenish thick liquid, a humming metallic box with a multitude of blinking lights and adorned for some reason with a replica of a human skull, valves and switches. In short - nothing that looked safe. When Ela came in, he was spraying the stuffed deer head that hung above the door-way. That done, he shrugged and just stuck the spray-nozzle into the head's ear, pressing the button on the handle of the nozzle. Hissing resumed, greenish mist coming out of the head's other ear, as well as nostrils, mouth and what other holes were in it. Muffled laughter followed.

  “Ohhh!! Argh! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!” - Ela choked out, covering her nose and mouth with one hand and stepping farther into the room. Namely as far as she could from Jake and the fumes he was spraying all over.

  “Wphab ib 'ook 'ike?” - Jake finally turned around. His face was covered by a sinister-looking mask with thick green lenses and two large filters attached on either side to it - “Phubi'abib', opf phouphe. Abd bob'd bpheaphe ib, i 'eeb 'e'ib' ya!”

  “Take that thing off, i can't understand a single thing you’re saying!” - Ela was beginning to lose her patience. To be fair - she was a saint to have been patient so far as is.

  Jake sighed and pulled the mask up to uncover his mouth - “I said i'm fumigatin' the place. And don't breathe in too deep. Put a towel over your face or somethin', would ya?“

  “I'm getting out of here. Why did you pick TODAY? To do this? I think I heard a snake too. I can't stand snakes. Mice, spiders, frogs, I don't blink, but snakes. Nope. I'm going back outside...where all our stuff is!! Looks like a yard sale or something!” - Ela threw her hands up and started walking to the door.

  Jake shrugged, for once deciding not to argue, as time was pressing and he still had to spray the rest of the upstairs. Instead he just pulled the mask back on and sprayed the deer head one last time for a good measure. Having gotten to every spot he could from where he was, he took a small step back, clearly planning to get down. The old wardrobe however seemed to have a different plan for Jake regarding how he was going to get off. There was a loud crack as one of the legs snapped in two, which naturally resulted in Jake making his way down much quicker than he had planned, as he landed heavily on the floor with a loud crash, the canisters hitting the floor-boards. Thankfully the wardrobe at least hit the supporting beam on the wall with one corner, sparing Jake further injury by landing on top of him.

  “Jake!” - Ela shouted, rushing towards him and kneeling at his side, looking over him with worried eyes as she tugged on the mask covering his face. Jake mumbled something, though exactly what was hard to understand. Not only his voice was muffled by the mask - suddenly the hissing from somewhere under him intensified. The buckles on the contraption did not make anything easy, the whole thing being of goblin make, which naturally meant literally EVERYTHING about it had to be extra-complicated, including even a simple buckle. Hissing meanwhile became louder and was now accompanied by a loud alarm-like beeping. Ela was now getting rightfully scared as hissing and loud beeping could not possibly mean anything good, while Jake jumped to his feet, frantically tugging at the straps in vain - “Phip, phip, phip!!!”

  What happened next ... well, let's just say Ela should have known better than to stand so close to Jake. The canisters suddenly exploded, pushing the woman back, though thankfully there was a mattress in the hallway which Jake took off the bed to spray later. For Jake however it was a whole different story as he was now being thrown all around the room, highly-pressurized liquid escaping the ruptured canisters, making the whole thing into a rocket. Which meant not only being tossed around like a rag-doll - it even knocked Jake into the ceiling as well with loud thuds. The mist now was like a heavy cloud that filled the entire upper floor. Well, at least it would get everything fumigated in one shot this way? Jake laid on the floor, knocked out (hopefully JUST knocked out and not dead), as hissing quieted down. Beeping stopped as well. Either the contraption did not survive another fall or there was simply no longer a need for the alarm to sound.

  Ela flew backwards, slamming into the mattress all the while hearing the thuds from the room caused by Jake connecting with the walls and ceiling. She recovered quickly and rushed into the room through the heavy cloud of stench towards Jake who was sprawled on the floor without showing any signs of life. “Jake!” - she shook him by the shoulders, not daring to think the worst, pulling her vest off to put it over her face with one hand at the same time. After few moments Jake apparently decided it was a good time to prove he was, indeed, alive, which he did by letting out a squeaky, somehow sad-sounding fart and which at least would not make matters worse with the fumes that filled the upper floor anyhow. The woman sighed a breath of relief and ran downstairs, grabbing a comm from under the bar, dialing the Emergency Response Unit and speaking into it quickly once someone answered the call, asking the medics to hurry after explaining the situation to the dispatcher.

   To their credit, ERU workers who turned out to be none other than a couple whose wedding Jake catered, namely Leah and James Theran, were quick to make their way to Lakeshire, soon coming up the stairs, and covering their faces as well as they walked into the fume cloud, scanning the room quickly and finding Ela crouched over Jake. Working quickly, they unfolded a stretcher, asking Ela to step aside as they worked, putting Jake on it and carrying him out of the Inn with the worried woman following them closely, not taking her eyes off Jake. Once outside, the medics set the stretcher down, looking Jake over and poking his unconscious body to determine the damages. So far there were only a few bruises Leah found, while James was struggling to understand how to take the mask off, finally just taking out a pair of heavy-duty scissors to cut through the straps, then tossing the mask aside. Under the mask Jake was practically blue, his breathing shallow, eyes closed. Clearly the filters were also damaged in all the "being thrown around", and the mask was removed just in time, as he obviously was not getting enough air until now. James put an oxygen mask over Jake’s nose and mouth, as he took a gulping deep breath, though did not regain consciousness yet. Although either having gotten some air in him now or maybe the air just ... flowed through him - whatever the case was, Jake let out another fart. This one just as sad-sounding as the previous one. Once the mask was off, James stifling a chuckle at Jake’s “indication of being alive”, they would also see a shallow but rather nasty-looking gash on the side of Jake’s head which, after a quick inspection, turned out to need stitches, and which Leah set to working on, first of all injecting a numbing agent around the wound. Ela, who was sitting there helplessly this entire time, knowing she wouldn’t be of much help anyway and just clutching her hands to her chest shook her head and whispered to Jake, her voice filled with utmost love - “Jake, if you survive this - i am going to kill you myself.”

  Jake let out a weak groan, his eyelids flattering a bit, still knocked out. But at least he was showing further signs of life, other than a fart, so that would be a good sign. Right? Hopefully.

  “Do you think he heard me?” - Ela asked, looking at the couple working on fixing Jake up.

  Leah nodded as she began stitching up the wound. The numbing agent would have quickly taken affect and he wouldn't feel a thing. "It's possible, it looks like he might be waking up. He's going to have one hell of a headache." - she replied without looking up.

  Ela took Jake’s hand in hers and was happy when he gently squeezed her hand in return, his eyelids flattering again, and finally opened one eye. Which was turned towards Dockmaster Baren for some reason at an unnatural angle. "If i don't make it through this... Come up with somethin'... heroic, please."

  James watched Leah perform the injection and leaned back slightly to reach into his own medical bag. He pulled out a wide rolled up strip of leather and set it on the ground to unroll it. Within was a collection of vials, needles and syringes. He'd look up to Ela and offer a warm smile. "Looks like he did. He'll have that headache, and he'll likely be quite nauseous. He might have a serious cough and be itchy, but I don't believe his life is in any danger. I'm going to take a blood sample though, just to look and see what was in the poison he was using."

  “But ... if i don't... think y' can flash me? One last time...” - Jake mumbled to Ela, either still woozy from all that happened, or actually beginning to come about.

  “Oh, yeah, he’ll be fine.” -Ela laughed, hearing what he just said.

  James meanwhile got the required materials and took a blood sample. He performed some cursory tests and nodded slightly. "Yeah, nothing that I normally look out for as far as lethal gaseous poisons go. But there are a few side effects you might want to keep an eye on him for." - he nodded, reaching into his medical bag and pulling out a rather heavy looking book, flipping it open and searching through its pages - "Just a moment."

  Jake quickly opened his other eye, this one actually looking up at James - “Wait, side effects ...?!”

  Flipping through the book, James finally found the page, beginning to read  from the long list. "Mild retardation, diarrhea, impotence, random anal leakage, nausea, coughing, bleeding eyes, itchy ears, limp-wrist, alcohol intolerance, projectile vomiting, and possible development of fondness for bad showtunes." - he recited, shutting the book.

  “Anal leakage?!” - Jake sat up quickly, though immediately regretting it as everything went black before his eyes for a few moments - “I can’t have anal leakage! I have a business to run!” His eyes blinked rapidly, at least now working in unison as opposed to staring in opposite directions.

  “Just take it easy, and drink milk frequently. The side effects I listed shouldn't last for long, if they develop at all.“ - James calmed the man, though whether he was telling how it was or just wanted to reassure Jake, was unclear.

  “Oh, and one more thing.” - Leah spoke up, having just finished stitching the wound on Jake’s head up and now bandaging it - “Air out the Inn well.”

  “Well, that was the plan...” - Jake nodded, mumbling - “Bad for business if my customers start gettin' anal leakage.” Why he decided anyone but him was going to get that was anyone's guess. Maybe he was still somewhat woozy after all.

  Ela looked up at the couple with endless gratitude, thanking them both profusely, to which they both smiled warmly, assuring the woman they were simply doing their job and leaving few last suggestions with her. James, who put his book and kit back in his bag, looked over to Ela. - "Of course, we're just glad that we could help. The rest is up to you, though. Make sure he gets rest and drinks milk when possible. It'll act as a natural cure for the toxins in his system."

  Jake mumbled thanks as well, grabbing Ela’s hand to get to his feet and added - “Iffen i shit m’ pants - it ain’t mah fault...” - Now that he was standing up, everyone could see that the back of his shirt and pants were simply blasted off by the exploding canisters, though no actual damage was apparent to Jake himself, his skin just being red as he proudly displayed his bare ass and back to everyone around, blissfully unaware of the fact.

  “Come on, let’s get you home.” - Ela smirked, waving goodbye to the medics again and leading Jake towards their home.

@leah-theran @james-theran

[callmesero]

You don't realize...

Something I noticed today. You don't realize how much you miss being younger and having freedom and nothing to worry about other than how many stickers you had or the amount of chicken nuggets you got at lunch. Not until you get just old enough.

Today at work, while I was on break, I started to think about some stuff. Like how little time I had to do the thing that I not only needed, but wanted to do. Didn't bother me that much at the time, just bugged me knowing that I couldn't do everything I needed to do because of work obligations abd the need to rest. But on the way home my youngest sister was talking about all the stuff her and my mum did today. Like sit on the couch together and color, watch movies, and make caramel apples. And it made me realize just how much I missed being young and not having to worry about those things.

Now I worry about keeping the job I have, school, the car that I still need to find, and taking care of myself. I still don't do that last one very well. I don't have the time to watch movies or relax. I'm always worried about something. Not to mention the things I'm passionate about, like guitar, piano, singing, dancing, writing, and art. I try to cram so many things into one day and such a small time limit and it's stressful.

Ever since I got a job I've been working myself to the bone, often barely getting home at 10 PM. By then everyone is tired and ready to go to bed so I no longer spend time with my family. And that hurts.

I'm gonna be moved out in a little over a year and that will lessen the time as well. Jobs here pay just above minimum wage, and that's not enough to live off of, now that most of the people I was planning to room with are moving away I have to come up with something new in order to stay alive.

You have to have money for a place to stay and a car, a job to have money and a place to stay to have a job. You also need money for school and school for a job, and my broke ass family, myself included, can't pay for school.

It's weighing down on me how much simpler life was back then. Before work, survival, and mental health problems.

That's another thing. I'm diagnosed with PTSD, severe general/social anxiety, severe depression, severe insomnia, and two eating disorders. I've taken myself off my meds because of my mother. She talks about it like it's a bad thing and it makes me hate myself and hate the fact that I have to take them

So now I'm a bundle of nerves and a ticking time bomb of emotions waiting for it's cue to explode, I'm sleep deprived and paranoid all the time.

I don't know what to do

Edit:

Another thing...

My mum always talks about snuggling with her fiance and how loved she feels and it makes me want to cry. I'm so physically deprived of affection that the simplest touches make me want to break down in tears.

Sure, I have a significant other, but they and I rarely get to see each other and it hurts because we're not supposed to be together. My mum doesn't want me to date anyone because she thinks I'm to immature and that I'm not ready. She thinks it's just gonna put more stress on my shoulders.

But to me, it would help because I would know that I have someone that I love to fall back to and talk about things that I can't talk to my mum about. Plus the fact that the person I was last with was always holding onto me and snuggling with me behind my mum's back.

He'd come over at around 9:30 and sneak into my window just so we could lay down and talk with each other and hold each other. Every chance we'd get, we'd have our arms around each other. We never did anything obscene, nor did we make out in public or at school, he'd give me a quick kiss after walking me to class and it was perfect. But that was back before we had to sneak behind my mother's back. She found him on Facebook and immediately deemed him a terrible person. Tried to find me someone that she saw fit. Told me I wasn't allowed to be with him. Even moved me to a different school to tear us apart. And it eventually worked... We moved farther away from him and it became hard to see him. About a year ago I snuck out to meet up with him because of how badly I missed him.

She found out and completely tore he and I apart. I haven't talked to him in such a long time. But I moved on

Found the person I'm dating now. I love them so much. But now I'm scared because they're moving away too. Sure we'll be able to Skype and talk a lot, but not being able to see them anymore is going to kill me. I, in no way, shape, or form, want to leave them. I'm scared of them finding someone knew and better than me. After being moved to homeschool and basically being separated from anywhere except home and work I've become so deprived of everything that it's painful to experience what some people experience on a daily basis.

[judgement-marshmallow]

//jrwi judgement ep 8 spoilers//

"And the toughest part is that we both know what happened to you, why you're out on your own."

[judgement-marshmallow]

guys ive been thinking about them too much