#i got carried away and no i dont regret it he turned into a smash

[thelien-art]

If you open to any requests that’s only related to Tolkien. About a drawing of Sauron, without upper parts of his armor and Helmet. Exposing his front body. That means so much to dark lords fans like myself, your art is metal!

I hope you like him as much as I do friend, and thank you for the compliment♡

Always been a sucker for sexy evil gods...

[legends-live-in-memories]

Focus On Me

i want yall to pretend i dont have outstanding wips i need to finish lmao. Have this instead:

Dickinette One-shot 1.9K words

Summary: 

“Dick is pissed as hell after arguing with Bruce.

His solution? Go to an underground fight club to get the shit beaten out of him.”

without further ado

Richard Grayson was many things. He was a professional acrobat. He was a dedicated vigilante. Son of freaking Batman himself. And now? Now he was pissed as hell. The fallout between him and Bruce wasn’t supposed to get this bad. Wasn’t supposed to go on this long. The radio silence was deafening and the cold shoulder burned hotter than any flaming hoop he jumped through as a kid. He knew Bruce had issues about Dick’s decision but that had nothing to do with his capabilities as a vigilante and everything to do with Bruce’s own fears and insecurities. Thinking about it just gets him riled up and he keeps replaying the harsh words they threw at each other before fists started flying too.

He needs to get out of his head for a few hours before he plans what his next move is. No. He needed to get out of his head, yes, but he needs to breathe and maybe punch someone who he doesn’t fear disappointing or someone who hasn’t dumped a ferry’s load of emotional bullshit on him. Planning what comes next can have the decency to at least wait a week. 

Trying to distract himself, he went to an underground boxing club he discovered when he was sixteen. The club was deep in the East End, hidden between the Black Bass Bar and 83rd Street. He’s been sneaking there every now and again when he wanted the time to recenter himself and get grounded before facing the world. It was therapeutic, the bruising knuckles, the blistered lips, the burning sweat in his eyes. It was rough, jaded and unpolished. Everything he wasn’t allowed to be. 

He snuck in through the regular back entrance that was reserved for fighters. The air reeked of tequila and piss and cigarettes. He could already hear the cacophony of roars and jeers from the club’s patrons as a match went on in the center ring. Making his way to the side of the ring to put his name into the bracket, he sees the current fight come to a close with a knockout. The poor guy was lying limply with a twisted ankle and a suspiciously dark bruise forming on his left side. The mat is soiled with blood, spit and what was possibly bile in one corner. Dick swung his gaze over to the fighter left standing. 

His breath feels punched out as he takes in the absolute powerhouse before him. A lean figure clad in simple matching black spandex and sports bra that left nothing to the imagination. Her bare feet were bruised and taped in seemingly random places but Dick recognised an arch to them that was only achieved through professional dancing or gymnastics. She was light on her feet, strong on her toes. Chiseled abs that put Superman to shame were marred by scars on pale skin and a fresh bandage over what could possibly be a recent stab wound resting near her hip. He eyed her wrapped fists that were caked in blood and dirt as she flexed and curled her fingers repeatedly. 

If he was left breathless by her physique then her face left him dead and buried. Bold blue eyes narrowed in concentration with her busted lips curled up in a sneer. Her cheeks were flushed and her entire face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her hair is pulled back into a regular ponytail with loose strands framing her face. Her hair, pure black, except for bleached blonde ends, looks greasy and unkept, highlighting her lack of care regarding her appearance. Her shoulders are hiked up to her ears and her muscles twitch and flex with pent up energy. She carries herself like someone who’s addicted to pain and the worst parts of themselves, desperate for a quick fix; the perfect reflection for how he feels right now.  Dick can’t wait to get in the ring.

“I’ll pay you $50 to get me in the ring with her right now.” He turned his neck to the fight coordinator who was counting a wad of cash. The balding man barely looked at him and just held out his hand for the payment. Dick couldn’t get his money out fast enough and before he even confirmed that he was the next fight, he was already taking his shirt off and going between the rope barriers to the floor.

The loser of the last fight was being dragged off with no concern for his well-being, while the victor stood off to the side guzzling some water. She barely side-eyes him, a quick sweep of her eyes without turning to face him, and he already feels himself flushing hot from the attention. He preens and starts stretching out his shoulders, rolling his ankles and warming up his legs at the same time. 

He barely registers the presence of the announcer, ears filled with cotton and eyes narrowing at his opponent. He looks for weaknesses, anything that would get him an edge, as he crouches into a starting position. Her wound is an obvious target and she’s short enough for easy face and neck shots. Hair pulling is also an option if he feels particularly brutish. She mirrors his stance, crouch closer to her feet and legs wider to increase lunging distance, and the full force of her gaze almost bowls him over. His eyes harden into ice shards, not willing to be swayed by twin pools of blue fire. The bell dings. He charges.

He swings an uppercut that just grazes her chin and she recoils, spins back and jabs an elbow in his ribs. He grabs her by the same elbow and twists his wrist. She twinges in pain but the hold doesn’t last long. She follows the rotation of her arm and faces him. He smells faint traces of beer on her lips and his mind swims. Pain erupts in his nose as she smashes her forehead into him. She kicks into his knee and sweeps his other leg out from underneath him. She clasps her fists together and drives them into the protruding knobs of his spine, ramming him into her awaiting knee. She moves to pin him and he uses this to his advantage. He grabs the arm that was about to press into his throat and spins her around on top of him, his chest to her back. He locks one leg around hers and cants his weight to the side, pinning her face first into the disgusting mat; he completely blankets her with his much larger body. This position doesn’t hold for long either. She still has an arm free and she uses it to punch into the side of his head. It’s not a particularly strong hit, but with the pain in his nose, and his brain feeling like it’s underwater, it is enough to disorient him and she pushes him off by her hips. 

Her narrow escape lights a fire under his skin and he reaches to grapple for her again. She slips away, again, and stands. He scurries to stand as well and immediately ducks from a leg swinging for his ribs. 

“What brings you here?” Dick almost gets whiplash from how fast he has to move. He was not expecting her to engage in conversation, much less initiate it. But she doesn’t sound malicious, just curious, and she pauses in her assault in attacks to display how genuine she was.

“Same as everyone else,” he says. He swings right for her head and follows left when she ducks, knocking her in her shoulder. “I want to pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist and get slapped around for a while. You?”

She snickers at his honesty and drops into a leg sweep. He jumps over the leg but clearly she was expecting it. She rides her momentum into a roundhouse that knocks him flat as he descends. She doesn’t hesitate and charges to pin him again. 

He lets her.

“Why does someone as pretty as you want to risk ruining that nice face of yours?” Her face is close, much closer than this pin requires but he doesn’t want to push her away. But the show must go on so he kicks her in the stomach, digging his toe into her bandaged side to get her off. She recoils like a snake about to spring and regards him with cold resentment. She clearly doesn’t like the reminder of her injuries. 

“I could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. What’s a lovely lady like you doing here getting down and dirty with the local dogs?” She is many things he regards, but lovely is not one of them. ‘Stray cat’ would better describe the scrappy woman before him. The address sets her on edge and he almost regrets describing her as such. Almost. Her next series of punches have him on the defensive and he’s pushed back all the way until he feels the ropes rubbing into the bare skin of his back. The flurry of sensations is exhilarating. Suddenly it’s too much and not enough. He ducks the next punch and grabs both wrists. He made the mistake the first time and knows better now. She won’t escape him unless he lets her. Not one to be outdone, she pulls one more trick out. She doesn’t resist his grip and instead leans up closer to his ear. Her chest is pressed flush against him and he knows she’s tipping just to reach him. Her lips, damp with sweat and cooling blood, brush against his ear and a weight settles at the base of his spine.

“Got a firm grip there?” her voice is soft, almost delicate, and he almost doesn’t register the question. His tongue feels like lead and his mouth has run dry; his brain can’t make the right connections to form words. He tightens his hold on her as an answer instead. She gets it though because she chuckles a swift ‘Good’ before she’s leaping and bracing her feet against his stomach. She leans back and uses her weight to pull them both to the ground, then she lifts her feet and flips him over. His fingers loosen and she slips out of his hold again. She follows the momentum of her roll and sits firmly on his hips, one leg pinning each of his down. She grabs both of his wrists in her small hand and uses the other to tip his chin back, his skull crashing into the mat harshly, blunt nails digging into his skin.

Her face looms over his, again closer than is strictly necessary, and she smirks at him. Her tongue peaks out and swipes at the sweat above her upper lip. He holds his breath, waiting to hear what she has to say next. His patience doesn’t reward him that satisfaction, however. A ding echoes into the room, cutting through the shouts and growls of their captive audience. She won. 

Her victorious smile is a thing of beauty, he can’t really lament his loss. Before he could overthink and get lost in his head he takes a dive headfirst and gives into his impulses.

“I’m Richard Grayson. Call me Dick.” He sounds breathless and rung out. 

“I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” her name is perfect like her. She releases his arms and moves to get off him. She offers a hand to help him up and he takes it. Before he could say something stupid she continues her introduction.

“You can call me Nette. I hope to see you next week.”

She will.

[adowbaldwin]

Baldwins secret - part 23

It was rare, almost unheard of Baldwin acting without thinking but this situation did not call for a master strategist. It called for a Galdiator beating.

Matthew had never seen him move so quick, but before he had a moment to reconcile the information the table shuffled and Baldwin had Jack to the floor, stradling his body and bloodying his face with a heavy fist.

"Oh bloody Christ" Phoebe gasped, scooping up the children and moving far away "DO SOMETHING MARCUS"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing tore him away. Matthew tried pulling him back, arms locked around his neck in a bid to stop him from his quest to kill Jack but he couldnt.

It took Marcus, Matthew, Diana's magic and Boudicca to hold him back "Baldwin you need to calm down" Matthew was trying to hold back his own emotions but could sympathise with the Devil. If he had found out Becca had mated in the same way, he would go on a killing spree. Its just something about the women you love that make you insane.

"I swear to everything on this Earth i will make you wish you had died a poor orphan" Baldwin snarled struggling in their grip.

Augusta stood infront of Jack "youll have to get through me first you piece of shit" her face enraged, nostrills flairing "you got lucky, caught me off guard but you wont get another cheap shot"

"YOU" he carried on as though she hadnt spoken "i open my home to you, my life and THIS is how you repay me?" He kicked his legs flailing in the tight hold "i will burn you"

Jack snarled, squeezing his eyes shut but he couldnt. It wouldnt stop. His blood boiled, brain fogged. He had one target.

He launched forward, teeth snapping as he went hurtling toward Baldwin, but the blow never came. A dark barricade, smoke swirling held him back "You need to cool down" Sienna came between the two parties chanting under her breathe

Baldwin was looking between Sienna and Jack, heart pounding "Sienna, dont go near him"

She flickered him a glance, venomous look emanating her evident hatred "Augusta, a little help please" her spell was weakening, fading and Jack was not calming quick enough

Augusta slowly, tentatively laced her fingers with Jack "Come back to me" she urged him softly. His eyes battled between normal and dark, his lip turned up into a snarl as he teetered on the edge of sanity and impulse. He pressed his forehead to Augusta allowing her scent to flood his senses home she smelt like home.

Sienna took a calming breathe then turned to Baldwin. She took slow steps to him, now no longer writhing under the harsh constraints "let him go"

Marcus crossed his brows in confusion "Are you mad? He will kill Jack"

Matthew looked at her, certanty and determination plastered on her face. He loosend his grip, coming to hold Diana "Let Baldwin go, its alright Mon Coeur"

"Have you ALL gone mad?" Marcus yelled

Diana sniffled, fire burning in her eyes as fresh tears spilled "how about i do to him what he did to our son"

Matthew placed a finger under her chin tilting her face up to his "drop the spell. Marcus, leave his arm, thats an order"

Diana watched his face, intently focoused on Sienna. He had not even noticed he was no longer being held back, the pair were sharing an unspoken conversation, one that made Diana think.

It felt like decades before anything happened "You made me a promise" she whispered softly "you broke that promise"

Regret washed over him, seeing her face and everyone around. Flo looked ashamed, as though she didnt want to be related to him in that moment. Phoebe stunned, disgusted and his darling Cara cowering behind Phoebe. Seeing Sienna though, tears filling in her eyes he couldn't bare it "Im sorry, Si"

"Its not me you have to apologise to" her voice was hoarse

He looked over her shoulder to Augusta and Jack and his jaw tightened. A new wave of awareness washed over him "im sorry you bore witness to that, but like fuck am i sorry for hitting him" he directed his attention back to her

"Oh Dear God" Fabiana snarled smashing her wine glass to the table. She had watched the fight like it was a TV broadcasting of boxing and had remained a silent spectator "They get younger every fucking time" she exclaimed

Augusta looked back at her sister then between her father and Sienna with curiosity. It did not take her much longer to piece it together "You dare berate me for mating with Jack and yet here you are fucking your sisters best friend? You disgust me"

Tears slipped from Sienna's eyes turning to see the look of betrayal on Dianas face "You two?" She pointed between them both "get out"

"Diana, come on" she didnt want it to come out this way, especially since she wasnt even sure what her and Baldwin were. She risked friendship for what? Dick?

"No, no. Leave. I dont want to see you here again" she heaved "Im going to bed and hopefully when i wake tomorrow everyone called Baldwin or Sienna will have dropped dead" she chocked on tears, waddling storming angrily away from the mess.

[sup4l3e]

I’m Crazy...

I’m insane...

I've lost the plot..

I'm hopeless..

I'm worthless..

I'm unloveable..

I'm pathetic..

I'm weird..

I'm strange..

I'm not okay...

I'm a psycho... (ok this one for me might be true... question it, go on try it! i dare you! ;0 lol)

BUT...

I AM!!!

Those are just some of the things my own mind tells me on a daily basis ... yes here it comes a blog about anxiety and depression... omg!! i know right the cliche of it all. like who hasnt written a blog about depression before ...

oh woe is me! am i right?

well... thats where you're wrong!

(before i start i want no sympathy im not writing this for the "aww's" and the "bless her" comments, i dont want sympathy or empathy ... this is simply because ive experienced and lived with depression for about 14 years and if i can help one person feel better about themselves by reading this or help someone realise that they are not alone then, well, i can rest easy tonight. If anything i want to empower people)

I lived for so many years in the dark, keeping all of this too myself and you know what it did? absolutely sweet FA apart from making me so much worse, it gave ammunition to those little voices, telling me all of the above, making them win!

i didnt realise until about 2-3 years ago that talking about my experiences and how im feeling would help.

i didnt realise until about 2-3 years ago how many other people around me were going through the EXACT same thing.

Two and a half years ago i was a completely different person, i was sheltered, i was in a very toxic relationship ... with myself. Most people would disagree, they'd say i was actually in a toxic relationship with my ex partner; but i cant blame him. Dont get me wrong he was toxic and looking back i was lucky to get out when i did, however i am also grateful too him, because he showed me exactly what i dont want in my life. and being fair to him i'd lived with my own toxicity in my mind for a good 10 years before him, so god forbid i'd give him the satisfaction of all that praise coz by god did i do a damned good number on myself without any of his help. ;)

In all honestly though, i do blame myself and my own mind, because 2 and a half years ago those little voices in my own head were the only thing i was listening to, they were winning. I wasnt listening to my family who were worried sick about me, who were practically begging me to tell them what was going on in my head, who i shut out, ignored and pushed away because i couldnt cope and you know what? they didnt deserve that at all. i live everyday regretting that i put them through that, So i now live everyday hoping to make them proud of me and live each and everyday with a promise. I do however live every day regretting that i didnt let them in earlier because if i had of i wouldnt have gone through the hell i did and i wouldnt have genuinely believed "this is what i deserve" "no-one else will love you" "no-one else wants you" "no-one cares"... i wouldnt have had too live a LIE.

The lie was people did love me, i just couldnt see it, people did care about me, i just wouldnt hear it, i needed their help, i just wouldnt speak it; because at that point in time my own mind was telling me that i didnt deserve any of that, and that nobody would ever want to do that for me. So i found sactuary in a toxic person who in the long run made me the strong person i am today because if it werent for him i'd never have the confidence in myself knowing what i overcame, and if it werent for him i wouldnt have seen my family and loved ones take charge and say "Leanne enough is enough" .. they gave me the metaphorical slap across the face i damned well needed and brought me back to reality, they categorically wouldnt allow that behaviour to carry on anymore and for that i will forever be grateful!

i made a promise to them that day that i would always tell them when i was getting low again and i made a promise to myself that day that i would keep them in the forefront of my mind in all of my decisions and i would also promise to try and help anyone else who was ever in the same position i was in.

depression is a funny old thing, everyone will experience some form of depression throughout their life, some people are genetically wired to experience it, some people will experience it from a young age, some dont experience it until very late on in life, some experience it from sad/happy/overwhelming life events, some unlucky souls just never find happiness. but no matter what EVERYONE will, at somepoint experience depression. in this blog im going to try and explain how i've learned to manage and cope with mine.

A bit of a backstory of my depression, it started around the age of 14-15, my depression. I dont know where it came from but it was right around the time of my GCSE's, college, boys, hormones, and being diagnosed with PCOS (for those of you who dont know what that is its Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) i was told at a young age of 14 that i had some sort of syndrome which "would only matter when i got older", and that i had some of the prettiest ovaries the sonographer and gyneacologist had ever seen... in hindsight that wasnt going to be the compliment i first thought it was or the dismissive statement they portrayed it and brushed it off as, at all! THAT diagnosis changed alot of my life, however i will get back to that.

As most teens do around here I started studying for my GCSE's at just 15 years old. i was so stressed out i started actually hearing a screaming voice in my head. i suffered panic attacks daily, sometimes a few attacks a day, and that is where my anxiety started and then, good old depression smashed me in the face. i found the more stressed i became, the more id hear that screaming inside my head which then lead me to thinking " holy fucking shitballs im hearing voices im actually insane" therefore leading to more anxiety and panic attacks. so much so i would come home exhausted at 4pm everyday crawl into my pyjamas and climb into bed ready to do it all again the following day. (dont get me wrong i sat most nights on msn using the latest flashing emojis for EACH and EVERY letter of the alphabet, to the point it looked more like hyroglyphics and obviously getting the colours just right with the codes to make your name and status show in a rainbow. but that was all done in pj's curled up in bed because i couldnt manage much else ... however, if my mam asks i was revising and doing my homework THE. WHOLE. TIME, not talking to my friends about how hot a certain crush's bum looked that day ha! am i right! :P xoxo)

This was all a massive thing for me to go through aswell, due to the fact my dad has mental health issues and lives with schizophrenia, so, naturally at this point, you can imagine i was picturing myself in padlocked straight jackets and padded cells, talking away to the screaming voice in my head. the funniest thing was this screaming voice wasnt saying anything nasty or bad it was just my thoughts screaming at me like everything was angry, so genuinely just everyday life thoughts but those screaming at me, like, imagine thinking "leanne dont forget to pack your PE kit" but in the voice of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman from Full Metal Jacket... it. was. TERRIFYING!

Anyways, so yes high school was a massive contributor, then i made the choice to leave college at 17 because i, like many others, didnt have the faintest clue what i wanted to be when i grew up (little did i know id live the life of peter pan and neverland would be my sesh house OIOI!!!) In leaving college i went into full time work, as a 'temp job' until i decided what i was going to do... unfortunately, 8 and a half years later i was still their prisoner! haha, Nah, dont get me wrong i met some absolutely amazing people in that job and i did love it but i knew at the end, if i didnt get out it was going to kill me off. I'd gotten to the point in that job that i cried myself to sleep knowing i had to go back in the next day. that place contributed alot to my depression not because it was a bad job but because id made a wrong decision and was stuck there. i had to leave.

my next massive contributor, and this is where i divulge some of my REAL heartbreaks. PCOS - Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome or what i like to call Poly fucking Cystic fucking Ovary fucking Syndrome or "lets just fuck shit up!" (no im not bitter about it at all lol) because of this shit, from the very young age of 14 (like puberty isnt hard enough - spots, hair in places you never wanted boobs growing overnight, bleeding once a month being the biggest inconvenience) i have also had to deal with weight issues, hersuitism, depression, anxiety, hormones that sent me bat shit crazy, pain, headaches, fatigue, you name it i had it. but the biggest heartbreak, being told that id always have difficulty concieving and carrying a child. Anyone who knows me, and knows me well, knows i have always wanted to be a mam. (and not the sesh mam who looks after all my drunken idiotic friends on a night out ... coz i swear thats all they ever think i do lol) I mean a real mam, to a real baby. and being told at a young age that i had the prettiest ovaries the gyneacologist had ever seen wasnt the compliment i thought it was because it turned out my ovaries were absolutely covered in cysts. And for years i have tried to have a baby but alas nothing ever happens. i've had a few close calls and ive miscarried, or at least i think i did, the test came back positive but then about 3 days after that pretty pink second line, i had the heaviest period i had ever had for around 4 hours and then my body went back to normal as if nothing happened. it broke my heart.

They say the human body is delicate and intricate and should be treated with respect... i say its a machine and its a absolute twat at times, and why should i respect what in essence has caused me heartbreak from a young age FOR NO FUCKING REASON. but hey ho... life. goes. on.

so... thats my life story or just a snippet of it. and some of the reasons why i have depression.

heres how i cope...

Well, for a long time.. and i mean a VERY LONG time i didnt. i hid it, i hid away from the world. i drank alot. i avoided family, i avoided my best friends, i avoided anything that would have brought me back to reality.

For a long time though, thats what i needed. now im not saying running away from your issues is easy and thats what you should do because its definitely not. im saying i NEEDED to do it at the time because i had no other way of coping and i NEEDED too to learn what not to do in the future. So masking, for me, was better than facing things 'alone'. In that time though, i made my issues alot worse and in fact caused more issues. it hurt my family, my friends and well hurt myself too, because in the long run i still had to sober up and i still had to deal with the same issues that got me down in the first place, i ended up in debt which contributed further too my issues. I did some very silly things which when i look back on them now i could have hurt so many people. i took an overdose of painkillers at one point around 2 and a half years ago. I felt so weak i saw no other outcome but instantly regretted doing it and made myself sick so that they came back up. i've told my mother and close friends about this previously but i think to really show how much i've learned and to reach out to anyone who is feeling the same way i did, to tell them IT REALLY DOES GET BETTER AND EASIER. i think saying that, shows my honesty throughout this post and allows for my experience and honesty really show that i want to help anyone going through the same thing.

Masking just makes the pain go away for a short period of time. learning from your pain and making it your strength is how you really overcome your own mind and depression.

It wasnt until i realised i was never alone, just how selfish and stupid id been all that time, because in masking, hiding and running away, id stupidly stopped myself from a faster recovery, less heartache, less pain and mental and physical torture. and really i stopped myself from helping others in the same position as me.

it wasnt until i learned to make my pain my strength that i truly found peace in who i am.

i still have days where those voices wont shut up, and they win and thats ok.

i still have days where i cannot climb out of bed and thats ok.

i still have days where i cry and the pain is too much and thats ok.

because i learned all of it really is ok! everyone has those same thoughts the same feelings the same illnesses. and i know that tomorrow WILL be a better day.

you just need to learn how to make it and own it as your own!

nothing has changed for me, all of those things are still true they're still real, my body hasnt miraculously healed itself, i still made poor life choices, it hasnt changed my hormonal imbalances but it has changed my mindset. it has changed my life. i made a choice to change my mindset and not let it beat me i decided to let people in. my family are my guardian angels because they never gave up on me, they dragged it out of me and frogmarched me to the doctors for the help i needed but some people dont have that support in their lives.

i'm lucky enough now, to have lived with this for long enough to know my signs, and when i know what i call, "going dark" is coming. basically when i start slipping and losing control of it again, i identify it and know how to manage it head on. unfortunately my body because of the stupid "intricate machine" i have and how broken it is (believe me the day i can swap out into an AI robot body imma sign straight up for that shit imma have me a body like Jennifer Anniston) my body however tends to go into a meltdown, i end up with more migraines, pain and infections. i also get extremely tired to the point i can sleep for a good 15-20 hours a day and thats not me being lazy (although if sleeping were an olympic sport i'd be the universal champion of it BED=LIFE) thats really me needing to reset. at that point in time when i know this is coming, thats when i reach out; i tell my friends and my family "I'm not okay" because i know now i can do that, i can talk to them.

i, personally, take medication daily, and for some reason we live in a society where people are actually shamed for doing so. i know if i dont take those 2 little tablets every day i will lose control and become a shell of who i really am. my seratonin levels drop and i practically become a robot barely functioning. so why should i be ashamed of those 2 little 'happy pills' which make me the person i want to be and know i truly am! no chemical imbalance is going to get the better of me! if i can have the help, im damned sure going to take it. along with the happy pills, aswell as alot of sleep, sunbeds, spending time with family and friends whenever i possibly can, i now have a job that i love, i also retrained as a beautician, and i love going to the gym and swimming whenever i can, ive found i can manage mine alot better. one thing that massively changed my life was limitting when i drink. i rarely go out drinking anymore and the reason is because i know deep down i will end up in a very low state afterwards. alcohol is a depressant and i wont allow that kind of thing to get me down. so now instead i choose to drink once a month if not less. i havent cut out the drink completely i just know if i want to get blinding drunk i need to be in a very happy place to do so. so i am careful where i drink, who i drink with and what i do whilst im drinking and unfortunately much to my neighbours disgust that tends to be in the house whilst singing along to whitney houston or disney songs at the top of my lungs, but thats how i know i'll not plummet the day after, and lets face it anyone whose heard me singing knows whitney had nothing on me ;)

In all seriousness though, the best advice i can give anyone living with depression is talk to someone, talk to your family, talk to your neighbour, talk to your friends, talk to your doctor, talk to your dog, your cat, the postman, the man on the bus who sits oddly close too you... just talk to anyone. tell them how you are feeling tell them your experiences. tell them what is getting to you. Find someone who you can trust, find a stranger. write it all down in a blog. video it. GET IT ALL OFF YOUR CHEST! SAY IT OUT LOUD! Just. Bloody. Talk! please!

everyones experiences with depression are different some people mask it, some people show it, some people (like me now) shout it from the fucking rooftops because im not afraid of my emotions anymore.

everyones ways of coping are different too, some people find the gym helps, some rely on medication, some rely on talking therapies... there are so many different ways of coping out there now... the only way that doesnt work is not admitting something is wrong and fighting your own mind without help, knowing something isnt right but still doing nothing about it. The only way of not coping is living a lie, you dont have to do this alone!

Basically do those things just for you, the ones you've always wanted to do! get that tattoo you wanted, quit your job, retrain, change your hair colour, buy that car, buy that dog, book that holiday.

do what makes YOU happy!

live for you and open up, people would rather know how you are feeling than see you struggle or ultimately not be here.

open up you never know someone might be feeling the exact same way you are and it could bring you closer.

but remember most importantly:

You ARE NOT Alone..

You ARE NOT Crazy..

You ARE NOT insane..

You HAVE NOT lost the plot..

You ARE NOT hopeless..

You ARE NOT worthless..

You ARE NOT unloveable..

You ARE NOT pathetic..

You ARE NOT weird..

You ARE NOT a psycho..

You ARE NOT strange..

And..

You ARE okay...

You ARE Beautiful..

You ARE Worth it..

YOU ARE Loved

i hope this helps...

thank you ☺

[blackheart-skz]

Yandere! Stray Kids reaction to accidently killing their S/O (Maknae line)

Oof I literally had no ideas I tried my best. I dont even know if these make sense lol. Hopefully it's not super bad.

Warning: Mentions of death, self harm, abuse, and violence.

Hwang Hyunjin

It was a terrible mistake. He didn't mean to kill you. His intention was to only hurt you enough for you to realize that you shouldn't have disobeyed him and that your actions had consequences. But he got too carried away.

The way blood boiled out of the cuts when he dragged the knife against your delicate skin was absolutely beautiful. Your pained screams sounded like music to his ears. He wanted to hear more of it. He couldn't draw the line between screams of agony and screams of pleasure. After all there wasnt much differance in the way they sounded.

Your reactions starting to get weaker was when he realized that he should stop and he did. But it was too late. He had done too much damage. The knife had digged in too deep. Too much blood was lost. He tried to think of anything he could do to save you but nothing came to his mind. So he just stood there and stared at you as went from breathing to lifeless. He slapped himself, pulled his hair and screamed at himself to wake up from this terrible dream only for him to realize that this was all real.

"Y/N...My lovely Y/N... My sweet Y/N.... My pretty Y/N" He said over and over as he pet your hair with bloody hands. He finally ended it all. He lost both you and his sanity.

Han Jisung

He killed you? Nah it wasn't him. It was all those people who made you believe that he wasn't the one for you. They'd wanted you dead from the start. He loved you. He wanted to protect you from the cruel world. The world full of evil people that wanted to hurt you and him.

Had you not believed them and tried to leave him, this would've never happened. He wouldn't have had to kidnap you. He wouldn't have had to keep you locked up. He wouldn't have given you all those sleeping pills to keep you unconscious. He should've known that making you swallow a huge amount of pills would be fatal but it wasnt like he was doing it to hurt you. They made him do it. Now they all were gonna pay for it. They put you through so much suffering. Now they were gonna suffer.

He relished hearing their pleas for mercy. What made them think that they deserved to live while the love of his life was dead? You didnt deserve this. He wasnt being selfish. He wasnt delusional. He just wanted justice for the love of his life who was snatched away from him.

Lee Felix

Felix had always had a hard time controlling his anger. It would always cause him to act impulsively which would have disastrous consequences. Today was one of those days. Felix was flaming when he saw you having a cup of coffee with a friend.

Who gave you the permission to meet up with other people?

He roughly dragged you out of the cafe and practically threw you in the car and drove off.

The speed kept increasing and you screaming at him to slow down only made him shove his foot on the accelerator harder. Consequently, he was unable to stop the car at the red signal and it crashed into a truck that emerged from the road on the left. Next thing he knew he was in an ambulance being taken to a hospital.

After God knows how long, he finally woke up in a hospital room. He immediately asked the first nurse he saw where you were.

"I'm sorry, they couldn't make it"

No that cant be. They were lying. They were trying to keep you away from him. You couldn't be dead. Not when he was alive. He tried to get up, pain jolting through his body because of all the broken bones and deep wounds, but that didn't stop him. The thing that did, however, was a bunch of docters holding him down as gently as possible considering his injuries to keep him from leaving. He trashed and screamed, but to no avail. He was responsible for all this so he had to suffer with the guilt and sorrow for his whole life.

Kim Seungmin

Just like Hyunjin, Seungmin went too far with his punishment. He would always use hunger and isolation as a way to torture you. He didn't realize that you were already weak and malnourished from all the previous punishments so when he left you in a dark room with no food or light as a punishment for refusing his kiss, it didnt turn out quite well. It didn't kill you before. Why would it kill you now? But it did to his surprise.

After about 4-5 days, he came to check up on you only to find you cold and devoid of life. His initial reaction was shock, followed by disbelief, and then realization eventually leading to regret. But he still remained hopeful that you could survive. He tried every means to revive you but you were long gone. It took him several minutes to realize that.

"I'm sorry Y/N I really am! Please come back to me I wont hurt you again I promise" He cried and pleaded while tightly hugging your lifeless body, despite fully knowing it wasnt possible to bring you back. He fully took responsibility for his actions. He decided to punish himself for it by constanly torturing himself both physically and mentally. He realized his wrong doings but it was too late now. The damage had been done already.

Yang Jeongin

He was young and immature. What he thought he was doing out of love was anything but love to you. His overly-protective, possessive and clingy personality was too much for you. However, you hadn't seen his violent side yet neither had you even had the slightest idea of his capability of being violent. So when you told him that you wanted to break up, his explosive reaction took you by surprise.

"No you cant fucking leave me I wont let that happen!" He grabbed a glass and smashed it against the floor, you shrieked in surprise as his body shook and tears flowed down his cheeks. You were beyond scared.

After a while of breaking and throwing things around, he proceeded to take out from the drawer. Your breath hitched when you realized it was a revolver but to your surprise, instead of pointing it towards you, he pointed he lifted his hand up and put in against his temple.

"Jeongin no!" You screamed. Though you didnt want to be with him anymore, you still loved him to an extent. Enough for you to risk your own life. Jeongin had no intention of killing himself though. He just wanted to emotionally blackmail you. What he didnt expect was for you to launch towards him to snatch the gun from his hands.

"Let go of it!" You screamed trying to take the gun away from him while Jeongin doing the opposite. Just like it happened in woojin's case, the trigger got pulled, causing the gun to fire. You fell to the ground and a gasp left Jeongin's mouth as he realized what had happened.

"No no no Y/N!" He screamed as he fell on his knees and shook your body. Call the ambulance. No he couldn't they'll take you away from him. He saw you writhe in pain for a while before you completely stopped moving as well as breathing. It happened all in front of his eyes. Despite having killed so many people for you, he couldn't bear the sight of his Y/N dying. He couldn't do anything other than crying and screaming until the neighbours finally called the police, causing both you and him to be eventually taken away.

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Requested *Smut*

Can you tell i dont write smut often? oops

“What do you mean he’s back?” you interrogated Pony, your best friend. “That he’s back. They let him off for good behavior.” Pony shrugged taking a bite of his sandwich. “Good behavior? He robbed a liquor store.” You rolled your eyes. “Y/N it’s been months. I’m sure things are different now.” You looked at the boy in front of you like he just grew another head on his shoulders. “Pony nothing changes with that boy.” “He loves you y/n.” he shook his head slowly. “Clearly he loves getting in trouble more and I’m over it. Have been since he smashed that damn window to that store.” You sighed standing from the table and grabbing your plate. You walked into the kitchen, washing your dishes, stuck inside your head. You and Curly had quite a past. You loved him and you knew for a fact he loved you. You always talked about running off and going to get married. Even having some kids someday. “You have to finish school first.” You sighed looking at your boyfriend. “I bet you we could get married and still stay in school.” He smiled up at you from his bed. You turned to him shaking your head. “Well, I’m finishing school first. You can go and get married whenever you want.” “I sure ain't marryin anyone but you.” “I gotta go Pony. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled in response as you made your way out the door. It was dark and cold and you regretted dressing for the afternoon weather instead of nighttime’s weather. You didn’t expect to stay at Pony’s for so long and your shorts and goosebumps proved it. 

“You’re headed the wrong way baby, all the fun’s over here.” Some, clearly intoxicated, Socs laughed smirking at you. You ignored them as you continued down the road, hoping to make it home before you found any trouble. The Socs usually didn’t mess with you unless they were drinking, same with the greasers. You were more middle class so you had friends on both sides of town, but that didn’t make it any less scary seeing how that Soc holding a half-empty bottle was staring at you. “Hey!” he yelled making you jump slightly. “I said, the party is over here.” He said slowly, walking your way. You stopped walking but refused to look at him as he walked right up to you, too close for comfort. “Why don’t you come have a little fun baby.” He moved your hair, breathing into your ear, the smell of alcohol on his breath almost knocking you down. “I’m just fine.” You jolted away from his touch. “Oh yes, you are.” He smirked, grabbing your neck holding you into place. You could hear all of his drunk friends in the background cheering him on. You started to struggle against him as he kept tugging you closer, trying to kiss on your neck. His grip was rough and you were positive he was gonna leave a bruise or two. “You better take your hands off of her before I break em.” You heard the familiar voice you were just thinking about, but this voice was much colder. You froze as the Soc turned to Curly smirking at him. “You think just because you got into some trouble that you’re all tough now?” The Soc chuckled, finally taking his hands off of you. You wanted to run to Curly but you didn’t wanna show that you were scared. “We both know it wasn’t me gettin in trouble that made me tough. Now walk away.” He threatened. The Soc tilted his head, egging Curly on. “You wanna start some problems that’s fine, but you’re a little outnumbered buddy.” You watched as the four other Socs made their way to back their friend up. You felt sick to your stomach, hoping Curly wouldn’t start a fight with them. He could take care of himself, you knew that, but five drunk Socs probably carrying some blades wasn’t something you wanted to see. “You seem to forget whose territory you’re on. And there just so happens to be about twenty Greasers in my house and we just so happen to be close enough that they’d hear me if I called. So, you touch her again and they’ll be putting me back in handcuffs in about thirty seconds.” You turned and watched the Socs’ confidence falter. “She ain't even worth the trouble.” The Soc laughed as he nodded at his friends to walk away. You turned to Curly, finally able to breathe. “You didn’t have to do that.” You whispered. He looked up at you shaking his head slowly. “Clearly I did. You owe me one.” You stared at the black-haired boy skeptically. “And what do you think I owe you?” He smirked his famous smirk, his dark blue eyes seeming to get darker staring at you. “Surprise me.” He moved closer to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you to him. Your breath was caught in your throat at the closeness to the man you’ve been missing for months. “Last I remember you were the one owing me.” You stared up at the boy, noticing the small changes. There’s a new scar aside from the one on his temple. Its small and you could barely see it through his eyebrow hair, but it was there. His nose looked a little crooked, he must have gotten it broken again. “You knew I was trouble when you decided to go runnin it with a dirty hood like me.” He murmured looking down at you. You shook your head slowly. “You aren’t trouble you just like to go lookin for it.” “And you think you’re any different? If you don’t like trouble so much then why do you keep finding yourself on my side of town huh?” “Haven’t you heard? There’s trouble all over.” You whispered watching how his eyes broke from yours down to your lips. “Man, I missed your trouble.” He whispered before leaning down to connect your lips. Everything in your head screamed to pull away, reminding you of why you walked away in the first place but that all slipped away when you wrapped your arms around his neck and began to kiss back. Curly deepened the kiss, and you followed along, motivated by everything you’ve been feeling since Curly has been gone. Passion, anger, sadness, love. He moved his hands down running them over your ass, pressing his body into yours some more making you moan. Curly walked forward, making you aimlessly follow, too distracted by his touch to pay attention to where you were going. You felt your back press against the rough wood of the side of a house. Curly moved his hands down slowly before grabbing your thighs and lifting you against the house. The lack of oxygen mixed with the pressure of his body on yours was making you light headed but all you wanted was him closer. “Tell me you missed me.” He breathed pushing himself onto you more making you moan slightly. “I missed you.” You breathed tilting your head as he kissed your neck. “Tell me you love me.” His warm breath hit your neck making you suck in a breath. “I love you.” “Say it again.” He became more aggressive every time you said it. “I love you.” You breathed tugging on his hair as you started to kiss him again. He suddenly pulled away dropping you to the ground. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private.” He smirked down to you grabbing your hand. He walked you over to a car parked in the field by his house, smirking as he opened the door to the backseat. “Real classy.” You chuckled climbing in. “You wanna go to my house where Tim’s havin a party?” He raised he brow at you as he climbed in. You shrugged, not able to respond by the time he grabbed you by the hips pulling you into his lap. You both immediately started kissing again, trying to get as close to each other as possible. You started to grind your hips into his lap making him moan quietly, “Fuck y/n” he breathed. You smirked as you grabbed your shirt pulling it over your head, revealing your red lace bra. Curly smirked at you, as he pulled you closer so he could kiss on your neck and chest. “God, I missed you so much.” He breathed. You tugged on his black tee-shirt until he finally pulled it over his head. You ran your hands over the warm skin you’ve missed so much. You couldn’t stop running your hands over every familiar curve of his muscles. He unclipped your bra tossing it into the front seat and turning you so you were lying flat on your back and he was hovering over you. You stared at the boy as he kissed down your chest, slowly making his way down your body until he got to your shorts and you were finding it incredibly hard to breathe at the sight. He quickly pulled down your shorts but was much slower when pulling down your red laced panties over your pointed feet. You watched as he sat up and stripped his jeans and underwear awkwardly due to the lack of space. He grabbed his wallet out of his jeans pulling out a condom and slipped it on. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as you watched ever muscle work under his bronze skin. He moved on top of you looking your right in the eyes. He slowly stroked your hair with the arm that wasn’t holding him up and slowly nudged your legs apart with his knee. He let out a hot breath when he slowly thrust into you, you tense slightly at the feeling you’ve forgotten after months apart. Curly waited for you to adjust and began to pick up the pace when you pulled him down into a kiss. His pace intensified making your grip tightly onto his rigid bicep, you tossed your head back in ecstasy and he used that opportunity to kiss and bite your neck, only stopping to moan or cuss. You drank in every single moan and noise that slipped his lips, feeling the warmth of his skin on yours, the way that even though his breath was hot it sent shivers down your spine. You could feel your body tense up with every thrust and you braced yourself against him for what was about to come. “Oh god.” You breathed your legs shaking as you arched your back into him. He immediately tensed and let go at that sight of you, losing his strength and falling onto you, attempting not to put all of his weight onto you. Sweaty and breathing heavily, Curly sat up to toss the condom out of the car before laying right back on top of you. “Say it again.” He whispered combing his fingers through your hair. You enjoyed this side of Curly since you didn’t see it very often. Only when you two were alone was he much more gentle and sweet. “I love you.” You whispered.

[zayadriancas]

What do you think are best and worst written episodes from each season of degrassi & why?

I don’t have a reason (or at least not a good reason) for all of these, but:

Season 1:

Best: Jagged Little Pill, Coming of Age

Worst: Basketball Diaries. Idk it was a boring episode and I hate that Spinners ADHD was used as a plot device then never mentioned again.

Season 2:

Best: When Doves Cry, Shout, Karma Chameleon, How Soon Is Now, Dressed in Black, Tears Are Not Enough

Worst: Hot for Teacher. It’s not very memorable and idk it just felt like an uneccesary filler plot

Season 3:

Best: Father Figure, Never Gonna Give You Up, Don’t Dream It’s Over, Our House, Whisper To A Scream

Worst: This Charming Man. Again it wasn’t very memorable and it just made Sean look like more of an ass, like they began that plot in Gangsta Gangsta but they just made him look worse in this episode instead of expanding on what was really going on with him. Thankfully they redeem him later but idk this episode just felt weird. And the subplot was boring and not memorable

Season 4:

Best: Mercy Street, Time Stands Still. Back in Black, Voices Carry, Secret

Worst: Bark at The Moon and Goin Down The Road. BATM was an unnecessary filler episode with two unnecessary relationships starting and GDTR just felt unrealistic and stupid and contrived idk it was weird especially the Kevin Smith stuff

Season 5:

Best: Turned Out, Redemption Song, & Our Lips Are Sealed

Worst: I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For & Together Forever. TF because the Liberty having her baby plot was so rushed and barely shown & this was the only time the pregnancy was actually from her POV.

Season 6:

Best: Eyes Without A Face and Free Fallin

Worst: Honestly pretty much every other episode lmao but If You Leave, Sunglasses At Night, True Colours, Here Comes Your Man, Don’t You Want Me, & Crazy Little Thing Called Love. HCYM because they screwed over Sean’s character for no real reason, tried to make Peter look good when he wasn’t, and the plot itself was just plain stupid. And neither of the subplots were likable. If You Leave just made Emma look like a bitch and was unnecessary drama and it made Dylan look like a bad guy again for no real reason (I never liked Dylan but they just made it worse in this episode and tried to make it seem like Marco was being irrational). CLTCL further damaged Sean’s character and the subplot was just filler cuz it never was mentioned again even though it actually did have potential. DYWM was actually a good episode for Alex even though it was heartbreaking but it still could have been written better and honestly my main reason for putting this episode under worst is because of the subplot. Emma’s “pregnancy scare” and Sean suddenly leaving again was so rushed and horribly written. I don’t really have a good reason for the other two episodes.

Season 7:

Best: Standing In The Dark, Live To Tell, Death or Glory, Hungry Eyes

Worst: Got My Mind Set On You, Owner Of A Lonely Heart, Dont Stop Believin’, Love is A Battlefield, Broken Wings, We Built This City, & Talking In Your Sleep. GMMSOY was one of the most boring episodes of Degrassi that I’ve ever seen. I never liked Derek but they just made him and Danny fight over a girl that was never mentioned again and Danny actually faced racism which is serious but that’s never mentioned again either. I know filler episodes exist but this one was one of the worst I’ve ever seen. The subplot made it worse. Emma/Damian was such a rushed and unnecessary relationship. Owner of A Lonely Heart was barely memorable either. I feel like all of Marcos plots in the later seasons were badly written/unmemorable. And I love Janny but their relationship was really rushed too. Don’t Stop Believin was just weird. I understand what the writers were trying to do but there was no reason for Ellie and Marco to make out/almost hook up to realize they were too dependent on each other. It was just really awkward. I don’t hate the episode but it just wasn’t written very well. Love is A Battlefield just made Paige look like a diva and was a bad write off for Alex’s character who went through so much development. Alex did nothing wrong but they tried to make her look like she was inferior to Paige and that’s not the first time they did that either. That’s the main issue I had with their relationship. And the subplot was an unnecessary filler. There was no reason for her and Damian to start another relationship only to end it in the same episode and then have Manny accused of being racist. It was so stupid. I don’t really have a reason for Broken Wings, it was just boring and not memorable. We Built This City just made Liberty look bad for no reason and made me wonder again what anyone saw in Damian and why his character existed. This class deserved a better graduation episode. & Peters subplot was random and boring and unnecessary, I mean they probably had no idea Shenae would be leaving when they wrote this plot but they have Darcy begging him to stay only for her to leave like 3 Episodes later. Peter could have just left and then we wouldn’t have had to sit through Pia or any of Peters other boring plots. Talking in Your Sleep was bad writing partly because Paige/Griffin being interested in each other was rushed but mainly because the whole HIV thing was never brought up again. I know there wasn’t a high chance of Paige getting it but still it just felt like they didn’t care enough to explore this plot further and Griffin wasn’t even a relevant character so they probably wouldn’t have done this plot to its full potential anyway, which sucks.

Season 8: (ugh why does mobile app keep spacing things so far apart?)

Best: Causing A Commotion, Jane Says, Heat Of The Moment, Lost In Love, Heart Of Glass, Fight The Power, Didn’t We Almost Have It All, Up Where We Belong (most of these are for the main plots, the subplots in Heart Of Glass, Fight The Power and Jane Says sucked)

Worst: Uptown Girl & Degrassi Goes Hollywood. I know DGH wasn’t meant to be realistic but it still could have been written a lot better. They had Paige turn into a total diva even though acting isn’t even what she wanted to do in the first place and it just tainted her character for no reason. What makes it worse is they had Paige specifically tell that Hayley girl or whatever her name was that she’d never treat people as bad as she treated Paige, but then Paige ends up treating people just as bad anyway. As for Manny’s plot, it was great to see her dream come true at the end but the whole teacher/student relationship cane out of nowhere. I know Manny didn’t play a big role in Season 8 but we still did see her throughout the season so even though that relationship should have never happened in the first place, they should have built up to it at least. Ellie’s plot was the only one written decently but that wasn’t enough to me up for half of the movie being awful. Uptown Girl was equally unrealistic but this wasn’t some special movie so it really had no excuse for being that way. Mia becoming a model was a terrible uneccesary storyline and the fact that she slept with the Tom guy but still got to keep the job didn’t add up. I know it wasn’t publicly revealed until later and I know Danny and Leia didn’t say anything but still. It just was stupid.

Season 9:

Best: Shoot To Thrill, Why Can’t This Be Love, Waiting For A Girl Like You, Somebody, & You Be Illin

Worst: Just Can’t Get Enough, Close To Me, Holiday Road, & Degrassi Takes Manhattan. JCGE handled Peters meth use terribly. It was so rushed through and felt pointless. Close To Me tainted Janes character for no real reason by having her cheat on Spinner. Holiday Road just made Emma into controlling girlfriend when they could have instead just focused on the fact she was hiding that she flunked out of college and how hard it was on her. Degrassi Takes Manhattan was just…a mess. Between the rushed, random, unnecessary and pointless Spemma marriage to Janes boring plot, it was just awful. Nothing about Spemma made sense, the writing was awful, it was the most rushed relationship I’ve ever seen. This movie was a train wreck.

Season 10:

Best: Purple Pills, What A Girl Wants, Breakaway, Hide and Seek, Chasing Pavements, Halo, Drop The World

Worst: Love Lockdown. I liked the two subplots but the Holly J/Declan plot was awfully written. I can understand Holly J. not wanting to start anything by admitting that she thinks she was raped and instead just wanting to say she regrets what happened, but the fact that Declan pressured her and didn’t listen when she said no does qualify as rape but they let Declan get away with it which is disgusting. Sure, Declan may have not realized what he was doing but that doesn’t make it okay.

Season 11:

Best: Boom Boom Pow, Idioteque, Take a Bow, Paper Planes, Can’t Tell Me Nothing, Hollaback Girl, Smash Into You

Worst: Love Game. I just hate how they wrote Clare in this episode.

Season 12:

Best: Zombie, Waterfalls, Rusty Cage, Never Ever

Worst: Come As You Are & Walking on Broken Glass. The whole situation with Katie and Drew was written so terribly. They worked so hard to make Katie look like the victim. Yes it was wrong of Drew to cheat on Katie, & he should have been honest and upfront from the beginning about wanting to break up, but what Katie did was way worse. Yet they don’t show everything that happened so we’re made to believe that Drew just “had sex while drunk and forgot because he blacked out” and we’re supposed to think he’s so terrible for dumping Katie after they “had sex” though he made it clear he didn’t wanna be with Katie anymore, he wanted his first time to be sober and with Bianca, there was no way he consented to having sex with Katie, he was too drunk and honestly that whole video of Drew cheering about having sex was so contrived. At the end of the first part of the episode he just says “I did it” which could have meant that he thought he broke up with Katie. Then he falls down the stairs and hits his head, then regains conciousness and looks confused but keeps jumping around and dancing but it’s never implied that he thought that he had sex or that he did have sex. Yes we see him and Katie kiss but that doesn’t automatically mean sex and either way kissing does not equal consent. The next day Drew is completely confused as to why Katie thinks they’re back together, it doesn’t matter why he doesn’t remember, what matters is it’s clear he didn’t want it to happen. So they just created that part of the video to make Drew look like he “wanted it” even though 1) HE WAS TOO DRUNK TO CONSENT 2) It was clear he never wanted to have sex with Katie, he went upstairs to break up with her, even telling her he lied about Courtney to get him to break up with her cuz he wasn’t happy. Katie thought that just cuz Drew said “he might be dead if it weren’t for her” that somehow meant he didn’t want to break up, even though when she was saying all that BS about how he shouldn’t be able to make decisions about their relationship on his own, he just sat there with a dazed expression on his face. He never said he still wanted to be with her. 3) Drew would never talk like that if he were sober. It’s just like Zoe saying “do you think I’m sexy” when she was blackout drunk and assaulted. Drew didn’t even remember saying or doing any of that stuff just like Zoe didn’t and she obviously didn’t want it either. So yeah. Come as You Are & Walking on Broken Glass were both terribly written. The only good part of CAYA was Maya’s plot. The other reason WOBG was terrible aside from the Katie/Drew stuff was also terrible because Eli acted like such an entitled ass and even though Becky was ultimately wrong for being homophobic, Eli only changed the play to spite her even though he said otherwise, and before she was revealed to be homophobic he was totally condescending and rude to her. Eli didn’t deserve to be the director because he acted like he was the only one who was allowed to be in charge of plays. I’m not really saying this was badly written because it made sense for Eli’s character, it just annoyed me. Oh and, Tristan pretending to be Maya to talk to Cam and when Cam finds out, he says he will never be friends with either of them but that’s completely forgotten later. I think the whole plot of Tristan impersonating Maya was dumb but the plot itself wasn’t bad writing it just was a bad idea but the part about Cam saying they’ll never be friends was inconsistent writing.

Season 13:

Best: Unbelievable, How Bizzare, My Hero, Enjoy The Silence, The World I Know, Better Man, You Are Not Alone, Believe

Worst: About A Girl, Cannonball, Honey, Black and White, Who Do You Think You Are, Barely Breathing, Spiderwebs, Sparks Will Fly, & Thunderstruck. The main reason of course for Honey is Adam dying and the fact that it was so poorly written. But also because the Maya/Zoe/Miles drama was so cringeworthy. And they tried so hard to make Alli/Leo look like a good relationship for several episodes and I know abuse isn’t always immediate but in this episode and in episodes prior they try so hard to make it seem like Alli and Leo have an epic romance and by the time we see Leo become aggressive for the first time it feels underwhelming, like it’s obviously heartbreaking and they do better with the abuse storyline in later episodes but idk the writing was just really weak in this episode. With About A Girl, again I hated the petty Maya/Miles/Zoe/Tristan drama, & Adam impersonating Becky was stupid and felt honestly out of character. With this episode & with Cannonball, they had a great opportunity to explore Connor being asexual but it’s dropped after these episodes and just used as an excuse for relationship drama. Cannonball also sucked because of Adam crashing into a tree of course which was such a sloppy way to write him out of the show, he deserved better.  With Black and White, they all the sudden had Winston try to ruin Drew’s presidency and have something against him even though Drew never did anything to him. They tried to make us feel sympathy for Winston even though the way he treated Drew was out of line. Who Do You Think You Are & Barely Breathing were both awful because the plot of Dallas getting kicked off the hockey team and developing a drinking problem wasn’t even from his own point of view. The storyline had great potential but they fucked it up by not making it from his point of view. Then the Maya/Zoe drama was so ridiculous. Both of them were in the wrong for different reasons. What Maya did was awful and she definitely deserved punishment for it, but Zoe also deserved punishment and the way they tried to make her look innocent pissed me off so much. With Spiderwebs, the Drianca break up was so rushed and random and written so awfully. I can understand if Alicia couldn’t or didn’t wanna come back but it could have been written better and it was pretty clear that they only broke them up so Drew could be free to have ridiculous relationship drama plots, even though none of those relationships lasted long (or even happened in the first place like Clew) and all of those plots just dragged Drew’s character down. Drew and Drianca deserved better. Then there was the Eclare plot. Clare took Eli back so quickly even though he made little to no effort to earn her trust back. And then we have Alli supporting Clare taking Eli back even though Alli herself has been cheated on before and she used to strongly dislike Eli and had even more of a reason to now. I could also say that the cheating plot in BOW was written badly but honestly Eli doing shitty things doesn’t surprise me but in Spiderwebs the whole thing was badly written. Clare deserved better. With Sparks Will Fly, Clew finally is about to start an actual relationship after several episodes of build up only for Eli to show up, thus Clew doesn’t happen. What was the point of building up Clew if they were just going to keep bringing Eli back? Then there was the Zig/Maya/Miles triangle, that had both guys acting like assholes and they had the episode to make this episode about why Maya was so scared of rejecting Zig/hurting Miles but instead they made it about relationship drama, yeah they had Maya say “I can’t be with a guy who scares me, not again” and “last time someone I cared about disappeared they never came back” but we don’t see Miles even react or care about those statements which is one of the many reasons Matlingsworth sucks, he never truly cared about her feelings. Yes Zig was an ass in this episode too but he’s proven to care about Maya’s feelings on more than one occasion despite making a lot of mistakes. Miles only ever cared about himself. With Thunderstruck, I didn’t hate the episode but it was badly written. We’re supposed to believe Drew and Becky are romantically interested in each other even though in past episodes they were just shown to be friends. Yes, they spent a lot of time in the woods together in the last episode but nothing about it was romantic. Even though they were friends throughout most of the season, they were never super close yet somehow Drew suddenly knows all this stuff about her. I can buy him being attracted to her, but not actually having real feelings with her. Everything about Drecky was rushed and unnecessary. Then with the Maya/Zoe plot, Zoe and Zig suddenly are interested in each other, again yes they spent time together in the previous episode but nothing about it was romantic. Then, despite Maya supporting Zoe at her trial and them being on better terms, she hates her again all because Miles almost cheated on her with Zoe, even though Zoe was literally out of her mind drunk and was assaulted the same night. Yes Maya was mad at Miles too but Miles was really the only one who deserved blame in this situation. I can understand why Maya was upset, especially because Zig agreed to go to the dance with her after already saying he’d go with Maya, but the way she acted was immature whether she was drunk or not. Yes, Zoe was never a good friend to Maya but Maya still acted irrationally. And Zoe saying she was trying to be Maya’s friend all year was bad writing as well because that was total bullshit and not true. Then the Eclare plot, Clare conveniently hits her head, has to go to the hospital, misses her interview, all the hotels are booked so she has “no choice” but to stay with Eli. Hmm, how convenient. Then the random ass revelation of Clare being pregnant at the end. Which of course leads into more terribly written plots for season 14.

Season 14:

Best: (You Drive) Me Crazy, Wishlist. Get it Together, Give Me One Reason, & The Kids Aren’t Alright

Worst: Anything involving Degrassi Nudes and Clare’s pregnancy in the first half of season 14. Most of the episodes really only suck because of those plots, like they’d be fine otherwise without those plots. It was hard to pick a specific episode. I also didn’t like Finally, I hate how badly Drew was screwed over throughout this episode when he did nothing wrong, and I hate how Imogen and Jack briefly reuinite only for Imogen to once again feel like she has to do everything to please Jack whereas Jack puts in little to no effort, and then they break up again. There was no point in any of that, and once again Imogen loses her girlfriend on the prom/graduation episode :( I know it was Imogen’s choice both times but like with Fiona it was because she didn’t want to hold her back and also because the writers wanted to bring Imogen back for another year. Imogen deserved better honestly. I also felt like the Hunter plot was out of place even though I did like the plot, it didn’t really fit in this episode.

Season 15/NC season 1:

Best: YesMeansYes & ButThatsNoneOfMyBusiness

Worst: NotAllMen and ThisCouldBeUsButYouPlayin. With NotAllMen, I felt like the whole plot with Zoe thinking David was her dad was a bit random and also felt unrealistic, like it would have been great if Zoe had a real plot about finding her real dad but idk, it felt poorly written. and then they have Gracevas kiss and still Grace isn’t honest about her feelings. It would have been great if Grace actually returned her feelings, but seeing where the next episode goes, they didn’t need to tease us like that, it was fucked up. Then there was Frankie’s plot. It was clear Frankie was struggling and instead of going deeper into that, they have Jonah think he knows Frankie, being condescending and rude to her, and having Frankie’s friends guilt her into staying with them even when she wanted to try and go make a difference and volunteer. Jonah had no right to treat Frankie the way he did, it was uncalled for, but somehow this is the build up to their relationship which never needed to happen, at least not the way it did. Frankie could have been given a real depression storyline but instead it’s all about boy drama. I know they also do this in three other episodes of the season but this particular episode’s plot was the most poorly written. TCBUBYP was awful because of the contrived cheating plot that instead could have been Zig talking to Maya about his insecurities, or if he had to talk to Zoe she could have just been there for him as a friend, there was no need for them to hook up, and the fact that Zoe recorded it was even more disgusting. And then of course setting up Gracevas only for Grace to not return Zoe’s feelings and randomly say she likes Zig which made zero sense. Everything about this plot was contrived and awful. It just tainted Zaya, Zig, Grace, and Zoe for no real reason and they couldn’t even write it in a way that made sense.

Season 16/NC season 2:

Best: ThatAwkwardMomentWhen & BuyMePizza

Worst: TheseAreMyConfessions & ThrowbackThursday. & ToMyFutureSelf. TAMC because Grace liking Zig was obviously forced and it was extremely awkward, and the way Grace treated Maya was out of line but we’re supposed to feel sympathy for her and she never even apologizes (like maybe she did off screen but I doubt it because anytime someone screws Maya over they rarely face consequences or apologize, or if they do its not sincere). There’s no real explanation aside from Grace’s illness why she acting the way she’s acting, but her illness is no excuse to treat Maya like crap and it doesn’t explain why she lead Zoe on either (you’re my best friend I tried for you isn’t a good excuse), And her liking Zig was so random and made no sense and it was obviously forced. ThrowbackThursday was badly written in my opinion because the alumni’s lines mostly felt forced and awkward and they deserved more screen time. And while it was great that the writers wanted to bring attention to the BLM movement, Tiny getting suspended wasn’t because he was black, and then they don’t even have the storyline from his point of view. I know that they brought up that Frankie barely got in trouble for her racist banner, they should have done the plot about that with Shay leading the protest, or they could have had Tiny fight a white kid who went to their school and have Tiny receive more punishment than the white kid if they wanted the plot and protest to make sense. ToMyFuturseSelf just made Grace seem like a bad friend and her reasoning for being on Zig’s side for most of the episode even though she called him out the most after he cheated on Maya made no sense. And they just made Zig look even worse in this episode for no reason. The other plots were just boring and hardly memorable.

Season 17/NC season 3

Best: Honestly all of them

Season 18/NC season 4

Best: Obsessed, Fire, KThxBye

Worst: I thought the Zig/Esme/Frankie plot in FactsOnly was poorly written but the rest of the episode was great

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We Went to Canada to See A Lot of Water

After driving through what seemed an endless route to the north pole, my boyfriend and I were crossing Lake Erie and heading across the border into Canada towards Niagara Falls. 

Traveling there wasn’t as bad as I’m letting it off to be, but being in a car for six hours definitely put a toll on my childlike soul. I spent almost an hour of the ride harassing my boyfriend by wearing his sunglasses and being ridiculous, which I now realize was a lot funnier in person than written out. 

If there’s anything I can tell you about taking a road trip, it’s very simple: Pack Snacks. 

Had my boyfriend’s mother not supplied us with a sandwich bag crammed with two breakfast bars, a nutty butty, and two bags of popcorn, I would have perished. We made the mistake not to stop when we saw food, and when I say food, I mean the shady gas stations along side the highway to nowhere. This was the best option because after so far along when we were actually hungry there was NO WHERE to eat until we got into Buffalo. At that point it made no sense to travel into buffalo when we could just wait until we got into Canada. 

Starving, we hurried along to our hotel and then quickly settled to eat at the Apple Bee’s right down the street from our hotel. Had we not been so hungry, I’m sure we wouldn’t have settled for the most American option. However, as my boyfriend said, it was easier knowing we were going to a place where we knew we would enjoy the food.

BUT.

To my horror upon looking at the menu: Canada’s Apple Bee’s DOES NOT SERVE BONELESS WINGS. I am an expert when it comes to American Apple Bee’s because if there was one close to my house I would eat there every day. The menu at the Canadian one was, to my surprise, much smaller. They didn’t even offer two for $25. 

Another thing I picked up on quickly was how expensive everything was. Even with the conversion I ended up spending double my anticipated amount just from eating and sightseeing. The only free part of the trip was seeing the Falls themselves. My boyfriend even had to pay to park his car for the weekend. 

Anyways, after paying what seemed like a million dollars for a meal at the facade that they called Apple Bee’s, we headed down to the Falls for the first time in the dark. In order to get there you had to walk down this steep hill (which continuously killed me when we hiked back up it) and walk under this bridge that still had been decorated for Christmas. The whole city was still decorated for Christmas which was nice considering our trip was a “Christmas” trip. 

Once you got so far down the hill there was a picture view of what I believed to be the only Falls. You see, there are two waterfalls in this area: The American side and the Canadian side. In my head the two falls were facing their claimed countries, but it turns out they were both facing the Canadian side. 

So I was staring at the American side, lit up by colorful lights, and thinking that this was the big sight to see. To be honest, I hadn’t even realized what I was looking at until my boyfriend said that the Falls were straight ahead. They, especially in the night, looked like projections of water. It was unreal. 

And then I saw the Canadian side, or the Horseshoe Falls. Which, again, looked like a large projections. My eyes could almost not adjust to what I was seeing because it was so unbelievable. 

After the magic of the falls and being showered in positive ions, my boyfriend and I headed back to our hotel. Below is a list of things we discovered about our hotel:

1. You cannot use bath bombs in the hotel tub or else they will charge you $350.00

2. Channel 4 is the fireplace channel

3. The vending machines only take dollar coins, HOWEVER, the dollar coins they have set out for you are a three dollar charge. 

4. The pillows were garbage. 

5. Hotel IHop was delicious but I paid 13.00 dollars for a meal I get at Denny’s for 4 dollars. 

6. The curtains that would make sense to be able to move DO NOT move.

7. The elevator will smell like weed.

8. The hotel gift shops snacks are very pricey. We lucked out after I spotted a general store directly across from our hotel and got snacks for a little bit cheaper. It was a good business, still selling stuff obnoxiously priced but not as pricey as the hotel. 

Our second day we went behind the waterfalls, and climbed over to Clifton Hill in search for something to do. We ended up at a glow in the dark indoor mini-golf course. It was a good way to waste some time and I think was worth the admission price. I was worried it was going to be crowded but everyone was good about waiting their turn which made it a cool experience.

That night, however, my boyfriend took me to the casino.The casino was really dazzling to the eye, but once you looked past the fancy decor and colorful flooring, it was scary how hypnotized some people were. I watched people who looked like their lives had been sucked out of them from hitting a button and betting away a lot more money than one should to a computerized slot machine. I had never been to a casino because in America I’m not old enough, but here all I had to do was show two forms of I.D. and I was stamped and sent on my way.

I ended up not gambling because it was a weird concept to me, but my boyfriend did. He was laughing and carrying on and all the older people were giving us dirty looks. It was fun to watch him, but now I fear he’s hooked (not really, I just like to give him a hard time).

The best part of the casino was the buffet. It was beautiful inside, the food was all very good, and it was one of the cheaper meals we had. We ended up eating there twice because of this, so I strongly recommend that if you are in a touristy area where food is expensive, look for that casino buffet. 

On Sunday, we explored a wax museum. It was the worst idea I’ve ever had. Like, I’m ashamed to admit that I was the one that suggested it. The museum was about the size of a house, but laid out in a way that made it seem larger. In order to appear this way, each room was sectioned off by doors rather than archways. At one point I felt overwhelmingly claustrophobic because we were in a small room with about five different figures. The figures themselves looked to be completely real or like creepy dolls -- there was no in-between. I thought this uneasy feeling of being scared that one of them was going to come to life was just me and my overactive imagination, but once leaving I found out that my boyfriend was also pretty spooked about the whole experience.

So to calm down we went and sampled beers. The servers never carded us or looked at us strangely, which made me uneasy as well but also reassured that I wasn’t being illegal. My boyfriend and I argued for which beer was best, but to be honest I don’t really care for beer at all. 

Speaking of servers and overall employees, they will never be paid enough to deal with rude tourists. I watched numerous encounters where tourists were being unreasonably rude to staff members and if there’s any advice I can give you about traveling: be nice to the workers and they will usually give you a nice experience. It’s the famous “treat others the way you would like to be treated.”

When Monday morning came, we headed back to the States and I took a well needed nap while my boyfriend played Smash Brothers to make up for his lost gaming time.

Overall, Niagara Falls was beautiful. I assumed that because of winter there wouldn’t be as many people, but it was pretty crowded over the weekend. However, we never ate a bad meal or experienced anything negative (other than the spooky wax museum but we have erased that from our memory). My only regret is that we didn’t explore as much as we should have. It was very easy to do things that we were familiar with instead of taking risks. My prime example of this was the Apple Bee’s, and although the buffet was amazing, next time I would enjoy to explore what Canada’s menu has to offer, food and experience wise. The most exploring we did was nearby, and we typically stayed close to what was familiar to us. The farthest we went was to a Hershey Chocolate World only to discover that it didn’t have the Hershey Factory Tour ride that our beloved Hershey Park has. In the long run however, we did a substantial amount of walking around and had a very relaxing trip.

To summarize: pack snacks, have a lot of spending money, and enjoy the view because it was the best part. 

[ijustwant2write]

Spicing Things Up-Opie Winston x Reader One Shot

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Masterlist

Summary: requested by @carebear1699: ‘I really love secrets revealed and was wondering if you could maybe right similar ones for the other boys. You dont have to write them if you dont want i just really liked that one’

A/N: When I asked them who they wanted it to be based on, they asked for either Happy or Opie; seeing as I have already written about Happy, I went with the latter 😊

Characters: Opie Winston x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Sexual themes (obviously)

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“Bye guys! See you tomorrow!” I waved the kids off as Opie’s mom picked them up from me at the clubhouse.

As I watched them leave, I couldn’t help a small giggle escape me. Thank god for my persuasion skills. After convincing Mary to look after the kids from one night (luckily she didn’t ask any questions), my heartbeat started to get faster. Opie and I had hardly any time for each other recently, I was starting to grow….needy. He was so busy with club business whilst I was stuck at home, worrying about him whilst looking after the kids. Not that I didn’t love spending time with them, they were great, I treated them like my own. But after waiting endless nights for your husband, things start to dwell on you. Of course Opie didn’t mean to he away so often, the club was a big part of his life, now it was part of mine. I knew what would come with being an old lady. I turned around at the sound of the clubhouse door opening, smiling even wider when I saw my man walk out. We greeted each other with a kiss, my hands pulling him in by his kutte.

“So, guess who’s got the whole house to themselves tonight?” I smirked.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“The kids have gone to spend some time with their grandma, and I know you have the night off, so…”

“You did that? For us?”

“Of course. When was the last time we were properly alone?”

“It hasn’t been that long-”

“Opie we haven’t had sex in three months. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting pretty desperate.”

His eyes widened at my bluntness, chuckling afterwards.“Has it really been that long?”

I slipped out of his embrace.“Obviously it hasn’t bothered you that much. Perhaps you could go another month.”

“Like hell I will. Get in the truck. Now.” He demanded, slapping my ass.

I squealed, almost running to the car. As soon as we jumped in, he started up the engine, racing off. I was sure he was breaking the speed limits. One of his hands came off the steering wheel, gripping my thigh; it started to travel upwards until I slapped it away playfully. I laughed at his reaction.

“You’re not getting anything until we get home.”

“Babe, you’re killing me.”

“You’ve left me alone for three months, you deserve it.”

We swerved into the driveway, braking hard to not crash into the garage. There was no waiting around. Before we had even opened the front door, he had held me close, kissing me deeply, struggling to unlock the door. Getting impatient, I turned around, unlocking the door myself. His chest pressed up against my back, I let out a moan.

As we stumbled through the door, Opie grabbed me harshly, spinning me around to face him. Grinning, I let him scoop me up, my legs tightly wrapping around his waist. Smashing our lips together once again, I started to roll my hips, grinding on him. He moaned into the kiss, again when I bit his lip. It was fair to say that I was the dominant one when it came to sex.

He carried me through our home, not putting me down until we got to the bedroom. Leaning back against the door, I started to undress him, him doing the same for me when he could. We stopped for a moment, both of us now in just our underwear. Somehow, we were still amazed by each other’s bodies, cherishing every part, wanting more and more of it. Seductively walking towards him, I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed. I straddled him, loving the feeling of his huge hands gripping my ass. Tracing his chest, I kept eye contact, snaking my hands around his neck to untie his hair. It fell loose and I was suddenly more turned on.

“Babe, we’ve been together for a while now.” I started, grinding on him again as I felt him harden beneath me.

“Y- Yeah.” he breathed out, eyes shutting for a second.“And I’ve loved every part of it.”

I smiled.“You’re so sweet. But, I gotta confess something.”

He frowned, holding my waist to stop my actions.“What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

I kept a happy face.“Nothing is wrong, Ope. I just want to try something with you, something new.”

Opie’s face perked up again.“And what would that be?”

I was still debating on telling him. Would he think this was weird? He was my old man, he should at least try it.

“So, we obviously have amazing sex, though I wanted to test something out.”

He waited for me to continue.

“I think it’s sexy when I call the man I’m having sex with 'daddy’. It’s a huge turn on for me. I don’t usually do it when I start dating guys cause most people don’t like it; but now that we’ve been together for so long, I think it’s the right time to tell you.” You could tell that he was taking it all in. I bit my lip, knowing it was one of his favourite things. As he pondered it, I bent my head down, kissing his neck slowly. The grinding started once more, I really wanted him to like this.

“You really like that sort of thing?” He asked.

“Yes. Please Opie, just try it?” I looked him in the eyes, pouring slightly.“For me?”

Opie grinned and I took that as a good sign. Pushing him to lie down, I kissed him sincerely.

“Thank you. I don’t think you’ll regret this, daddy.”

“Well, you better prove yourself right, baby girl.”

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Legacy of Eternity Chapter 1: The Adventure Begins Part 2

 When the team arrived at the bridge head they saw Kent was furiously punching the air when they saw a white energy field spreading across the face of the bridge.

Rex got down from the transport as one of the troopers were busy contacting the other rebel camps. The troopers reported that Aisha and her party placed a powerful barrier around the capital city preventing the marines or knights from following them. 

Kent had been trying to break the barrier using his fists for the past several minutes but his knuckles were already bleeding bad. 

He looked furiously at the marines asking where are the mages as he ordered to break the barrier. They will arrive in about 30 minutes sir, according to the mages we have here sir this barrier will be impossible to break since Lady Aisha was the one who made it.

“Then get to it... I will not accept idleness from these mages... We have to save them from doing something they shall Regret!” Kent shouted as he slammed his fist to the barrier.

“Commander, Stop you are going to break your arms...” Rex said.

“Rex, good bring Clayton and his railgun we can use it to break the barrier! Clayton get down here and bring your Railgun!” Kent shouted.

“Boss, my Railgun’s out of commission the fuel cell converter is ruptured that’s what I forgot to mention to you earlier!” Clayton replied.

Kent looked furious and extremely frustrated at the situation as he walked away for a bit when Rex and Willow approached Clayton asking if what he told Kent was true.

“Rex, Willow dont get mad but I lied to Kent...” Clayton whispered.

“Clay you know that is insubordination right?” Willow stated.

“I know but have you seen how Kent is right now? If he uses my Railgun... well remember the last time he linked it to his bio-cell reactor...” Clayton explained.

“Ohh... Right... Almost forgot that incident...” Rex said.

“What incident?” willow asked.

It’s a long story and it happened before the rescue operation on Vega... In short we were captured at the 1st legion’s ship the crusader of domination, the first legion thought we were renegades at the time... And we were escaping the ship since they captured the Night Hawk... Kent used my railgun and linked it to his bio-cell reactor core that he made on the fly using his blood. When he linked it into my railgun and it generated enough power to light up 30 industrial cities for 50,000 years... My Hyperburst railgun fired and destroyed an entire ship while we were in it... Though we did survive but believe me... We all agreed that we wont let Kent hold a Hyper cannon class plasma Railgun again! That would be a death sentence for us all!

“That Explains everything... But look Kent really is angry and frustrated... It’s as if he is... Frightened...”  Willow stated.

“True but... Rex should we mention that thing? Lady Charlotte said that we should only mention it unless it is absolutely necessary?” Clayton said.

“Do you mean Blight Taker? that sword is off limits Clay Lady Charlotte has said it herself...” Rex replied.

“This counts as an emergency... Rex I am telling you now... You need to make the call...” Clayton stated.

“Wait What’s the blight taker? That sounds a bit familiar... But What is that any who?” Willow asked.

Rex made the call to The Strike Base Lasting hope which is a massive fast deploying space station/ battleship that acts as a forward station for the Strike Fleet and can defend itself against anything that is thrown to it by any other legion. 

“Lasting Hope this is Captain Rex Crosswolfw from Strike Team Zero-7, i need to speak with Commander Charlotte Sentinel please respond over?” Rex asked.

“This is Lasting Hope Strike Base Commander Charlotte Sentinel Speaking... Rex What’s going on?”Charlotte asked.

“Commander... ““Sigh”“ We need help... Lady Aisha and her party of heroes sneaked out of their room and headed straight for the capital without back up... We confirmed your suspicion Ma’am... Rio swordtaker has betrayed the heroes and nearly killed everyone in the camp... Now we are currently pursuing the Heroes but they had placed a powerful barrier around the capital city... Lady Aisha placed a barrier around the city preventing us from pursuing any further... Any use of artillery would endanger the militants and civilians around the capital... We are out of options Ma’am...Permission to use Blight Taker Ma’am the last time they faced the King they nearly died Ma’am... Kent is really angry and frightened... Ma’am!” Rex reported.

Their was a silence that shrouded the communications line after a brief moment Charlotte told Rex to get ready. Meanwhile inside the armory of Lost hope the Blight Taker was heavily guarded by Class 7 Primal Wolves Champions the Grey Fangs. The Knights noticed the Vault where the Blight Taker was kept as it kept shaking as if a monster was trying to get out. 

Attention to All knights on Deck 7 be advised Blight Taker is awake and is trying to break out of her containment do not try to stop the sword let it out... For the Knight Eternal is now awake... 

The Grey fangs immediately unlocked the vault but by the time they opened the vault door the Blight taker sliced its way through the vault as it spun rapidly cutting through the thick Zennomite hull of the space station as if it was a hot knife on a piece of paper.

One of the knights was unlucky to be passing by the path of the Blight Taker just before it hit the young knight initiate. It turned into a ball of purple light and phased through the ship entering the upper atmosphere in mark 40 speed. 

As it was entering the atmosphere every knight on Ren’veil was alerted to the presence of the sword that devours darkness. as it flew past the Vai’lien sky a group of New Kingdom dragon riders were unfortunate enough to pass by it’s way as nothing will stop her from being reunited to her master.

It easily tore through a dozen dragons with relative easy as if they were a leaf in the wind. The blight taker reached the team’s position in about a few minutes later but as it reached out to the young knight it shattered the barrier as it faded into dust as it collided into Kent. 

The Blight Taker disappeared into his left arm as the barrier fell apart Rex and the others didn’t know what happened.

“I guess we are lucky now that the barrier is gone... I’ll go and start up the APC!” Clayton said.

“Kent, Get aboard now we’re Red lining it to the Capital!” Rex shouted.

Kent looked back to his friends and immediately boarded the APC and flat lined it to the capital city as many marines immediately rallied all their squads pursuing their General. 

As the APC was fast approaching the gate’s of the capital city they had more problems to deal with aside from the barrier.

“Boss Man we have a gate sized problem!” Clayton shouted.

“What now! We are running out of time.” Kent said.

“The gate is closed shut and their are a lot of archers on the wall and they don’t look happy!” Clayton said.

“Big brother... Don’t worry I got this! Now where was it again...” Genji said as he was trying to find something in his pocket.

He pulled out an old world music tape and played it in the APC as it started playing music about searching for a hero. 

“Why do that Genji?” Kent asked.

“To set the mood Boss man Lady Aisha needs a hero and you’re it so lets set the mood and... BIG BRO KICK IT!!!” Genji pointed as Clayton smashed the pedals.

Clayton nodded as he buried his foot on the pedal as the Apc was about ramming speed into the magic infused reinforced Steel gate. 

Genji grabbed the twin rocket launcher loaded with Clayton’s special Explosive rocket worth 50KG worth of compressed High explosives including Liquid Jormite the most volatile and high explosive liquid used for cracking class 3 asteroids. 

“It’s time to make a hero Boss Gen your up! Oh yeah say something cool before you fire.” Clayton shouted.

As arrows began to pelt the APC Genji opened the top door carrying the rocket launcher with a smirk on his face as he mounted the rocket on his shoulders. “Back check done... OKAY YOU FUCKS YOU CAUSED OUR BOSS MAN SOME HEART ACHES SO TIME TO MAKE THINGS GO BOOM!!! WARGH!!! HA HA HA” Genji said as he pulled the twin triggers on the rocket firing both missiles at the same time.

As both missiles flew into the gate causing a massive gate was blown to shreds along with a portion of the walls protecting the gate. As the gate came crashing down the APC jumped over what was left of the gate they somehow made it through as many of the New Kingdom soldiers. 

As they broke through several defensive lines with in the city causing a major distraction where ever they go. 

“Boss we’re almost at the King’s Castle what ever your going to do boss... I mean I know your the man with the plan... OH SHIT!” Clayton as he swerved to the left.

A massive iron golem suddenly appeared slamming into the APC nearly destroying it. After it rolled several meters from the main road colliding into an abandoned house though incapacitated the team was all accounted for at the very least. 

Kent got up as he pulled out the Excalliburst blades from his bio-cyber cell converter slicing the underbelly of the APC. 

As he walked out the knight was greeted with more than 5,000 soldier and 100 Iron Golems. Kent moved his neck slightly as his body re-connected the bones that were disconnected.

“Okay... That’s it... I am Very angry right now... So I am giving you all one chance to drop your weapons... and surrender peacefully before i start cutting off arms and legs? You have 10 seconds to comply...” Kent said as he started to limber up.

As he started to count down his body started to heat up as he started to raise his arms and crossed both blades together and made his approach to the army. 

Those who surrendered he left them alone but those who just disregarded his warning he cleaved off at least one arm or leg or even both arms and legs. 

The 5,000 highly trained soldiers were mere child’s play towards the young knight specially his time in the Hell’s gate. Several minutes later many of the New Kingdom army were either dead because of the dismemberment and immediate cauterization of their wounds through the excaliburst blades or had their heads bashed in by Kent.

“Well At least the boss cleared the way I guess...” Genji said as he rubbed his head.

“How can you... Oh...”Willow said as she saw the carnage her General did.

“Well one thing is for sure he cleared the path ahead... So everyone...GET up... and RUN!!!”Clayton shouted.

“You don’t have to shout Clay... And Yes lets run... Wait... Where’s Micheal?”Willow said.

“Of all the time.. Okay I’ll go with you WIllow Let’s find the little dude... Rex I can’t believe I am saying this but... Take the smart ass and my big brother and head to Kent’s location... He is going to need back up!” Marky said. 

“Understood Marky you two be careful we are not out of the woods yet...” Rex said.

Before the team went their separate ways Clayton stopped Willow for a brief moment with a heavy sigh he told her I’m not like the boss man but Willow... Um... Just watch your back the only one who gets to run you down is me!”

Willow smirked at the sergeant and looked at him with a smile I know you can’t really say some nice things because you got brought up differently but... I Will watch my back... And dont think im letting you go for saying that... I will discipline you later. 

“I’m counting on it... Rex lets go!” Clayton shouted.

Willow and Marky ran to the side streets in hopes to find her brother while Rex and the others followed the path made by Kent leading into the castle. 

“So you and Willow Big bro... NICE!” Genji said with a thumbs up.

“Be quiet lil bro... And yes... It’s nice to have a bitch like her... She is like... Fucking shit stick I cant think of a good word”Clayton said.

“You do realize that you can be a little nicer when talking to her right?  I understand Clay that you want to be a bad ass all the time but you could ease up on the curse words... Im just lucky that you haven’t gotten suspended for sexual harassment...” Clayton said.

“Still you can be a little nicer to everyone else... Like Kent and have you been attending your anger management sessions?” Rex asked.

“Yes... I’ll try to be a little nicer... We are chosen by Kent not because we are friends and all but we put something on the table that makes the team effective in our daily missions believe me if we were put in other teams we would either be dead of in the firing line.”Clayton replied.

“Right Let’s hurry the General must be kicking butt right now.” Rex said as they heard a massive explosion from the upper levels.

The three fought their way through what survived of the New Kingdom army as the explosions were getting louder and louder. They reached the entrance to the throne room or what was left of the main door Rex was about to enter the throne room when Clayton grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back before several blades skewered him. 

“Thank’s Clay I owe you one.” Rex said. 

“You’re welcome you have kids Rex it would be very bad if you got killed Fiora and Korra will be sad my guy.” Clayton said as he pulled out his chain gun.

“Okay then... I’ll take a page from Kent on this one... It’s time to nutt up!” Rex said as he pulled out his pistols.

“Or Shut up!” Clayton and Genji said at the same time. 

The three entered the throne room to see the heroes of Ren’veil were down on the ground badly wounded or incapacitated. 

“Rex over their Kent’s locked blades with the King and that bastard Rio!” Clayton stated.

“Way to state the obvious Clay... Genji check on the heroes Clay with me maneuver 5 Clay!” Rex shouted as he started firing at the two.

Clayton Fired his chain rotary gun to the left where the three were locked blades while Rex fired at the opposite direction hitting Rio on the shoulder while the King used his Dragon-snake cloak to block the bullets giving Kent a chance to break off. 

Kent Jumped back to his surprise to see Rex and Clayton standing behind him while Clayton poured on the pain with his chain gun. 

“Rex where have you guys been?” Kent asked.

“We took a Sunday’s stroll, looking for Micheal... well you know our usual start on a monday...” Rex said.

“Right... enough said captain... We are in trouble these two are drawing power from a massive manna pool reserve somewhere in this castle we have to find the manna conversion crystal or this fight will just drag on forever... Wait Where’s Willow and Marky?” Kent asked.

“They are looking for Micheal I‘m sure they are heading towards our way now.” Rex replied.

Rex pulled out an impact grenade and threw it towards Rio knocking him across the room Kent immediately pointed towards Rio as he had a score to settle with him. Rex, Genji and Clayton were to face off against the King the young knight rushed in delivering a powerful sword swing at Rio. 

The Swordtaker managed to dodge Kent’s sword swing and summoned 3 smaller muramasa blades that bounced off his skin. 

Clayton kept the king pinned with a seemingly endless barrage of energy bullets while Rex pulled out a pair of combat high frequency knives and tried to cut off the King’s hands but the King summoned a legion of undead soldiers that were dealt by Kent earlier.

Genji ignited his plasma blades and cleaved through the undead with relative ease but every time he puts down more and more kept on resurrecting. 

“We can’t keep this up forever Boss I’m running out of energy for my blades...” Genji said.

“Damn it... THAT’S It I AM DONE WITH THIS FARCE!!!” Kent shouted as his body began to unlock 7 of the 49 limiters placed by the Black Queen.

Rio laughed at Kent as he summoned over a dozen Massive muramasa blades and fired them like meteors falling from the sky towards the young knight. Kent grabbed one of the blades and crushed it with his bare hand as his fingers turned into claws and most of his left arm turned into a heavily armored dragon layer scale arm greatly increasing his strength to absurdly outrageous levels. 

He then interlocked the Excaliburst blades into the Skull breaker swords and charged towards Rio. Kent’s original strength which could be compared to 600 tons of force per swing when one of the 7 discipline limiters are removed. 

The Discipline limiter that was removed was his Rage when removed his strength, speed, reaction time by 5,000% though it increases his power for a short time without it’s counter discipline limiter the Discipline of Serenity to maintain Rage mode will increase the risk of Kent going berserk the longer he maintains rage mode. 

Kent’s left eye changed into a dark red as he entered rage mode he grabbed one of the muramasa blades mid-air and threw it back towards Rio. Though he was barely able to dodge it in time the blade throw was able to destroy a massive section of the throne room wall. 

Rio didn’t even bother to look back as he charged at Kent with an upward swing followed by a spin kick and double slice combination attack. Kent dodged the double slice countering his sword swing by throwing his Skull breaker sword like a boomerang before it could return to Kent. He followed up with a three punch combination with a reverse ax kick with a rushing upper cut directly to Rio’s jaw and kicked him in the chest sending him flying towards the throne.

He slowly walked towards Rio seeing fear in his eyes overwhelmed the Sword taker and summoned blades left and right trying to push Kent back to no avail.

The young knight walked towards Rio grabbed him by the neck and raised him up Kent was slowly crushing it with a satisfying smile on Kent’s face as fangs started to appear.  

Kent smiled seeing  Rio struggle and beg for mercy since he couldn’t break his grip. Rio summoned more blades that tried to strike Kent but the blades were merely bouncing off his skin.

“Mer...cy!!!” Rio pleaded.

“You said a long time ago... that you will Kill my champion... that you can kill him with one swing of your sword... You boasted your strength to Kent... Though he didn’t do anything... But I wanted to snap your neck... From the start... But... My Daughter would never forgive me for such... Instead I will leave you with a parting gift...” The Dark voice said as he raised his right hand towards Rio.

He slowly pierced Rio’s soul barrier the Dragon that took over Kent snapped off Rio’s legs and right arm and took away most if not all of his sword skills and gave it to Kent as Punishment for his arrogance.

“What.. did you... DO!!!” Rio asked.

“As punishment for killing the children of Ren’veil and selling them to those wretched dark gods... I took 

“Kill ME!!!!” Rio shouted.

“Not even death can save you From me Human... but I shall Gladly oblige your request... For my Champion of course... And one more thing... The one eyed Knight will not save you this time around...” The Dragon said as he snapped Rio’s neck and ripped him in half and threw the corpse off the edge.

Oh well... good riddance to bad rubbish... Now then to deal with the King... But first... a change of pace... The dragon said when he turned to face the King but he returned  Kent to his sanity and reviving the discipline of rage. 

Kent remembered Killing Rio which brought him great satisfaction though most if not all of his memories were still a bit hazy but he remembered throwing Rio off the edge of the throne room plummeting to his death. 

“Wait, what happened... Ugh... my head... Wait no time to be dizzy... We have a battle to win!” Kent said out loud as he picked up his Skull crusher swords and regrouped with Rex to fight the king. 

He turned around to see Clayton flying towards the young knight as he Grabbed the Promethian Gunner’s collar and shoulders catching him before he was sent out the hole Kent made earlier.

“Thank’s boss man you saved my neck back there! By the way where is the bastard Rio did you do him in?” Clayton said as he got back up. 

“Yeah... It was oddly satisfying to be rid of that retarded man who boasts consistently of his power and courage... What a pathetic display of his status as a Hero no less.” Kent said as he cracked his neck.

“Well good riddance to that piece of filth boss man...”Clayton said.

“GUYS I DONT MEAN TO INTERRUPT YOUR TALK BUT... HELP!!!!” Genji shouted as he was barely holding back the King’s relentless sword strikes.

“Right... sorry Genji... Clay... Remember that one move I really hated?” Kent said.

“Oh you mean maneuver 69.1?” Clayton asked.

“Yeah, Lets do It I still got one in the tank!” Kent replied.

Clayton smiled as he grave Kent some active grenades giving them to Kent as he grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him towards the king, The young knight immediately threw three of the five grenades at the King making him dodge as he got closer Kent ignited one of the grenades and threw it right in front of the King which he was able to knock out the air.

Kent was locked blades with the king as he pulled out of the last grenades Clayton gave him and stuck it towards the King and kicked him away. The grenade exploded but that was no ordinary grenade a proton plasma grenade.

“That should have killed him right?” Clayton asked.

“Well if not I am calling bullshit on that big bro!” Genji said as he got back up.

“Well that was a proton plasma grenade... one of Clay’s special explosives... That should be enough to kill him... Right?” Kent asked.

“It should be enough boss man that grenade is the same thing I used to blow up the armory back at Dawn base... oh shit!” Clayton said as he felt a chilling tap on his shoulder..

“SO IT WAS YOU WHO BLEW UP MY ARMORY YOU ASS!!! I was building my new Exo-frame suit... ““Crying”“ It took me 2 years to build that frame and it just melted in seconds...” Kent shouted.

“Guys the battle is not over yet! We got a king sized problem...” Rex said as he reloaded his pistols.

As the King stood back up when most of his body was torn to shreds by the Plasma grenade which Clayton quoted that he shouldn’t have survive the impact from the Grenade alone.

“Hey you fucker Just drop dead already! that is just cheating.” Clayton stated.

“I dont think this counts as Cheating my friend... Lady Arra said before she got knocked out since he is still wearing the pendant of Life he is drawing from the massive manna reserve underneath the castle and using the life energy to heal himself... Now that I think about it... that does sound like cheating...” Kent replied.

“Yeah boss man that is utter Bullshit it’s like some weird writer is making our opponents ridiculously overpowered so we can drag this along then another player comes in kicks ass take names and then chew bubble gum... What an Ass move narrator!” Clayton said as he broke the 4th wall.

“Seriously my friend... You are talking utter nonsense and stop 4th wall breaking Now is not the time to break walls now is the time for the Action Clay!” Kent said as he disengaged the Skull breaker swords.

“Still this is utter bullshit Boss man!” Clayton said as he fired his chaingun at the king.

The king raised his hand stopping all 600 bullets at once and threw it back to the team. though they were able to barely dodge in time. The King then sat back on his throne laughing at the efforts of the team.

You dare to come to my world... Stopping my right to rule and cleanse this beautiful world of all imperfections... and you even have the audacity to stop me... well then... Let’s see if you can stop THIS!!!

The King said as he started to absorb more and more life energy had begun to seep from the ground and went into the King’s body as more and more tendrils went into his body the bigger and more monster like he became. 

A few minutes later he became more than 45 feet tall with more horns sticking out of his body than can be counted and his sword mutated into a demonic blade and revived the dead soldiers into death knights.

“Well we are in trouble... unless someone can pull out a trump card or something like... Right now?” Clayton said. 

“Wait I just remembered something... Rex what was that purple light that fused to my left arm?” Kent asked.

“Oh yeah how could I forget... I requested Lady Charlotte to send the Blight Taker relic sent to you... Kent did you get it?” Rex stated.

“Wait THE legendary Blight Taker... The same Blight Taker that if she gets angry will turn her wielder into a deathly puppet THAT BLIGHT TAKER?!” Kent asked.

“Yes the same thing... That was our only chance to save those kids... We will buy you some time figure out how to summon the sword from your arm! Genji Clay Formation 3!” Rex said as he started shooting the king.

“Okay then... Time to meditate...”Kent said as he kneel down and cleared his mind. 

Kent was brought before the Temple of the soul where he could commune with his own persona and other personalities. Before he could take a single step the young knight was dragged out of the temple and into the Phantom void. 

The Phantom void according to ancient legend this is the only realm that the Blight Taker maintain’s for it’s wielder should the Warden of the Blight taker judge the wielder true then she will allow the full might of the Blight taker to it’s fullest potential.

So you are the new Knight that dares to summon me? The warden said.

The warden waved her fingers at Kent forcefully dragging him towards her forcing him to sit across a coffee table. 

I sense fear in you... Good are you afraid of me... young one? Well... you should be... The Warden said as she was about to snap her fingers and turn Kent into a Undeathly puppet. 

Before she could snap her fingers their was not a single ounce of desire or lust for power and others inside the knight that wielded 

“Interesting... unlike my previous wielders who searched for power... you on the other hand... Despise it as if you want to throw it all away... Very well I will lend you my power for now... Let us see how far will you go... tell Charlotte my regards for me child...” The Warden said as she snapped her fingers again.

Kent was snapped back into reality when he saw his team was getting beaten down as Clayton was literally throwing rocks at the king’s Face. 

“WAIT this is!” Kent said as he saw a bright blighted light emerged from his left hand.

Kent stood back up as he saw the blight taker emerged from his left hand in the form of a long single blade sword. The warden sent a message to her wielder saying I reshaped the Blight Taker into a form more... comfortable to your specifications and skills... Use the power I am letting you borrow and prove to me that you are worth of the Role of the Eternal Knight... 

Then we shall talk again... 

Kent looked at the blade as it roared out of hunger for the blood of the guilty he was eager to feed the blade though his left hand was still shaking after suffering internal damage when using Rage mode. 

He had no other choice but to push it beyond it’s limits as he placed himself into a quick draw stance. After a brief moment of concentration his left eye started to bleed the pupil turned black while the retina turned red in color.

He didn’t had time to think Kent unleashed his skill called provoke luring the king towards Kent. 

“That’s it you ignorant bastard... Come here... just a little more!” Kent whispered as his left arm veins were exploding.

“NOW!!! SHADOWFIRE COMBINATION ART... BLIGHT MOON QUICKDRAW... BLOOD VIOLET PETAL DANCE!!!” Kent said as he disappeared in flash of black light.

After a brief moment Kent emerged from behind withe the Blight Taker drawn as beautiful heart shaped petals began to fall around them. The Blight taker was drawing the blood of the king into it as it finished it’s dinner Kent turned to his team to check on Rex who was shoved into the wall and Ben who had his body stuck to the floor. 

The King looked at the one who killed him as he said one more time before his body turned into black petals I shall... Return... 

“Don’t count on it ass wipe!”Kent said as he threw the Blight taker hitting the King in the head.  

The Blight taker turned the blade into a massive jaw as tendrils began to dig into the king dragging his soul out of his dead body. He struggled to get away but the Blight Taker is a place no soul on creation should ever go to as the blade already devoured 4 dark gods already and hundreds if not millions of demon class champions. 

Let your sins burn you for all eternity... Repent for all the souls that you had wronged... Repent for you shall never know peace... Repent knowing that you had sacrificed your people for your own gain... I Warden Kyrisu of the Blight Taker judge you to Eternity of torment... Know that you shall never escape from me... Not even your gods can save you now!

The Warden said as she burned her message into the Kings soul as he struggled to maintain connection to his body as he got devoured by the Blight Taker. 

It’s over isn’t it... Kent thought to himself as the sword returned to his left arm he then checked on his friends and got them all out safely though they all suffered some form of injury.  Marky and Willow along with Micheal and the rest of the Strike team Zero Dawn made their way to the throne room to aide their leader.

The Knights immediately secured the throne room before Kent could take a breather he checked on Aisha and the others. 

Before he could approach Aisha he knelled down to check on her if their was any injuries but his arm started to feel as if a thousand needles were piercing the insides of his left arm. 

Fenris immediately ignited his Plasma knife and cleaved Kent’s left arm and tossed it aside as it exploded sending no more than a thousand miniature Muramasa blades flying in all directions hitting most marines who were busy aiding the other heroes.

Though they were okay but are in critical condition the knights removed the lodged blades from the mariens and carried them to safety. 

Fenris immediately applied first aide to Kent’s Arm but nothing seemed to force or provoke the regeneration protocols of the Virus inside his body. 

“Damn why isn’t it working!” Fenris thought.

He could hear laughter echoing in the throne room as it sounded familiar Did you think that I’ll die that easily you cocky prick... Now Look at what you did to me!!! Now I’ll kill you and become the king and become immortal! 

“Rio is still alive!” Rex said as he coughed out blood.

“Lily get Rex Kent and the others out of here we shall taker care of this!” Fenris said igniting his Vibration plasma claws. 

“Okay, Fenris kill Rio for Kent!” Lily replied as the medical teams carried the heroes and the injured team out of the king’s castle. 

The Iron wolves began searching the throne room for Rio as one of the Iron fangs (a special team made for the strike team that specializes in drop assaults and heavy type close quarter combat and siege warfare is their main specialty) as they searched the throne room they found the dismembered remains of Rio sword taker who clung onto life using the muramasa’s manna stores. 

“Master Fenris look... The bastard is still alive... Ha... and he had the gull to call our lord a monster... Let’s kill him right now!” The younger Iron Fang stated.

 “Wait... I have a message from Lady Aliyshia before we kill him.” Fenris said as he took the recorder.

Rio, I was already aware of your treachery when you said my Father of all people abandoned Angel city to it’s fate... I knew you were a traitor... and you had the gull to keep comforting my daughter... I cannot believe you... I guess that’s why your sister looks down on the Sword Taker clan...You all had abandoned your duty in search for greed and power... I hereby announce the annulment of the arranged marriage between the sword takers and the Ayekawa Clans... you are on your own... I will announce the betrayal personally so no one will even bother to work with the Swordtakers anymore... This is payback and revenge for my people of Angel city... 

“Their you have it... you don’t deserve this Relic... Ill make sure that I will find another person worth of it... I’ll take this first then you lot can murder him!” Fenris said as he took the Muramasa Pendant from Rio’s neck.

Fenris showed it to Rio and stole it from the Swordtakers the other Grey fangs began to mutilate Rio to the point he was not even recognized. 

As the battle for Ren’veil finally had drawn to a close the rising sun had finally came to greet the Knights of the Strike fleet. As Fenris took off his helmet and approached the edge of the breach. 

He sat down as he took out his kanteen of alcohol and raised it high Cheers to our brothers and sisters... Let your memories be the seeds for tomorrow! Hail to the fallen! Fenris saluted as many of the Grey wolves followed Fenris and drank from their Kanteens in celebration for Ren’veil shall have a new and better tomorrow that starts today... 

[chibinekochan]

The Unknown part 8

Genre :  angst

Rating: 16 +  trigger warnings for kidnapping mentions of torture and abuse nothing graphic but be warned. Also some blood in this part

Synopsis: You joined the RFA ans became friends with everyone. You really liked Yoosung but it was clear to you we was not over Rika so you where really ok with being their for him as a friend.

Then the whole bomb incident happened. Yoosung and 707 drove to Mint eye. And Yoosung got captured by Unknown. You never wanted them to risk their life for you. The guilt was eating you alive. One day read get a strange Email.

You met up with Unknown he held you captured for a few weeks but now you dont rember anything.

After the revoery of your body you are finaly free from the hospital and staying at Jumins Penthouse. How will your recovery go from thier ?

notes : this turnet so much longer then i thought i think it will soon come to an end. Thank you for reading this

all parts are in the masterlist.

Days and weeks passed by your life was almost normal now at least on the outside. You ignored the feelings that started to creep in you. You ignored small signs like how you suddenly called Zen by his real name when no one told you before. It was just a small think after all. Then you remembered Yoosungs lolol username even when he barely talked about his game these days. He just started playing it a lot after all now where his mother returned to her home.

Strange little thinks like these they kept piling up but you not wanted to see it. Actual you tried your best to ignore it you made all to distract you from that shadow that was slowly following you.

At some point Jaehee had to be in her apartment for a day for some repairs and you told her it was okay for you. Even the nurse was not all day their anymore you where better. You where even hoping to be soon able to life on your own again with your friends checking on you plus you could ever message them anyway. Jumin told you that their was no need to rush and you would not do that

but you also felt like you been a burden to him long enough.

So you spend the day like uselessly just that it was just Jumin and you today. He was working from home today. You started to feel a bit lonely somehow but it was all good. In the early evening you took a shower like on a lot of days you needed two showers. Today you felt dirty you had no idea why but a shower made it better. You where done and drying yourself off and started to dress when suddenly the lights turned out. You where surprised and instantly you screamed.

You felt nothing but the cold ground under you. Before you knew it you where running from a shadow someone was their you knew someone was following you right now. The shadows crept up  on you you where running just barely dressed. Suddenly you ran in something tall you heard it making a sound. It was making a sound you where screaming as you noticed  it was a person. Something was touching you and you started to hit at what ever it was. Then you felt suddenly really strange it was like your whole body gave out on you the last think you felt before braking down was someone holding you  by the shoulders.

The blackout was less then a minute the scream surprised Jumin he knew you where afraid of the dark so he was already up right after it turned dark. He went in the direction of the bathroom praying you would be dressed. The light was already back on as he was halfway their. He saw you running in panic directly into him. It was clear you did not see him your eyes where absent looking.

Jumin tried to calm you down telling you its all okay there is nothing you need to worry about. He held your arm but you not even knew it was him you where screaming. You where hitting him it was shocking not even in any of those pictures or Videos of you he had seen you so afraid.

Jumin knew it was not him you where hitting he told you to calm down. But his words could not reach you. His shock was even greater as you then just broke down unconscious right in front of him. He could catch you so you where not hurt at least.

Jumin carried you careful to his bed since it was closed and stayed as calm as possible to call a ambulance. The waiting time was terrible for him he made sure you where breathing , he checked your pulse. It was low but you where alive. He was so afraid still.

You woke slowly up in the Hospital you where hazy all was still so far away from you. Jumin was their still it was dark outside but all lights where on. As soon as you showed signs of waking up Jumin was really relived he called everyone right away but V was the only one he agreed on coming too. So far you barely saw him since he was on a trip. He just came back a few days ago.

So now both men where in your hospital room and you where still trying to making sense from all of it. It was overwhelming you. You barely could listen to Jumins summary of what happened. You nodded to him but the words flew over your head. You could only say that you still remembered you told him you want rest and you needed to be alone just for a bit.

Both men agreed to keep outside for a bit. You pretended all was not that bad just a panic attack . But the truth was you remembered everything . The kidnapping the time with Saeran all that happened everything rushed in your head at that moment before you broke down and even now more came back to you. More and more a tsunami of memories. Even the other bad things that happened to you everything in great detail. It was so much too much. You stood up slowly you made your way to the bathroom. You could not handle it anymore it was so much darkness so much pain how where you suppose to handle all this. You smashed the mirror in front of you it was a hideous reflection plus that shards you could use to end it all. Once and for all no more bad memories. You held it in your hand tightly your hand was bleeding. Before you could push threw with your terrible idea the two men where in the bathroom. They heard the noise outside and rushed in.

The scene was terrifying you standing their surrendered by shards of the mirror. A bit of your blood on the floor. The shard in your hand your almost crazy expression. Jumin yelling at you angry telling you to not do anything stupid. Everything is going to be okay you are not alone. Somehow his words reached you or maybe it was his desperate look. You could not do it the shard fell to the ground. Then you almost fell too but once again Jumin was catching you. He was relived that he was their now even when it was a terrible scene but he saved you this time at least.

Jumin leaded you carefully back to the bed he told V to call a nurse.

But before he could leave you stared at him you said you want V to stay instead. Jumin was confused. “ I don't want anyone to see me right now but I know you will not leave me alone. So we both get what we need.” You stated with a numb voice. You felt that the bottled up emotions slowly started to crawl up in you.

“You have to promise me to not try that again. Then I will agree.” Jumin looked right in to your eyes. Almost piercing threw your soul. You agreed you even said it was a moment and now you realized that it was stupid. It maybe was a lie at that point you never figured it out.

So Jumin left but he made it clear to both of you  he would be right in front of the door.

As soon as Jumin left you turned to V.

You where happy that V did not see you currently even when he kind of did he was not saying anything he was just sitting their. “I remember everything now. V I know what happened.” You looked at him and you remembered what Saeran told you about him. He tried to play it of. “V Saeran told me everything.” V clearly could not hide his surprise. “I am sorry.” It was all he could say. “Was that the truth ?” You asked him. He just nodded. But somehow something was putting you off about him. He was hiding something else. “I should leave . I´m sure their many other people that are better suited to be here now.” He was about to stand up. But you not wanted that you felt almost like he was like you taking all the pain to himself. You grabbed him “No I was serious I not want anyone to see me now. Their is just too much I need time to put myself back together.” He looked at you with a pained expression but he nodded and kept on the chair. Before you knew it you

told V everything that happened to you before you where even in the RFA how that was the one good think that happened to you after such a dark time. Somehow you felt like you needed to tell him that if anything you joining the RFA was nothing he should regret. You where so happy their the RFA was your light. These past month clearly proved it too you. All of them meant so much to you. He was not saying anything to that but it was making happy you felt it.

Then after you where done suddenly you felt something wet running down your cheeks. Tears where running down your cheeks dropping on the sheets.

You where happy that V did not see you currently even when he kind of did he was not saying anything he was just sitting their. Neither of you was able to say anything. You where quietly sobbing. He knew you where crying but the only think he did was sitting their. He endured all the pain and sadness that had build up in you over many years. Then after a long time you looked at him again. “I will not give up. I realized that just now I would make people sad if I leave. I thought I would make them happy by helping them like I did but I was wrong. If I would had died back then it would made them way more sad. I am now glad I survived.” You slightly smiled at V. He gently smiled back at you.” I am glad you see it that way. You mean so much to all of them and to me too. You all are my Family” V nodded at you. It was nice to hear that , a Family was something you not had for such a long time. “Thank you V.” you smiled at him their was so much you wanted to ask but you knew he would not tell you the truth.

[wirakor-blog]

Chapter 2: The Nest

After I explained what was going on, most of them seemed like they regretted volunteering, but Warren and Ingrid seemed a little too excited about it. In my car was Larry, Tommy, Ingrid and Henry, the other car had Alex, Ryan, Karen, Warren, Gus and Mike. This nest that Celestine pointed out was about 35 miles north of our base, the ride there was pretty smooth, nothing to much to worry about. As we approached we noticed that there were a lot of Wirakor. More than we have ever seen in one group.

“Alright guys, Henry, Karen and Mike, take the fire crackers and go distract them, please. Be careful. Larry, Warren, Tommy and Alex, help me carry the explosives to the nest. Ingrid and Gus watch our 6, and Ryan, stay back and watch for other people, or if things go south, take the car back and tell them what happened. Everyone understand?”

“Yes sir.” Larry jokingly says

“Understood.” Tommy said barely audible.

“Loud and Clear.” Ingrid said with a smirk, I couldnt tell if she was mocking me or just excited.

The others nodded.

“Good, then move out.”

We waited for the sound of the firecrackers.

Pop Pop Pop

We hurried over to the nest as we see them all run towards that direction. I turned around to see if I could find them, the three made it back to Ryan safely. The smell of the nest was horrid and it felt as if it were burning my lungs. Inside was even worse, the floor was covered in this sticky substance that was hard to walk on. There was something in the middle of the building, it looked like a beating heart, so thats where we decided to place the explosives. As we are planting the explosives Gus leans in and whispers.

“I see one walking back, you better hurry up.”

I looked up to see and I was sure it had spotted us, it felt like I made eye contact with it. He screeched the others came running towards us.

“Fuck! Ingrid have them start the cars. Hurry the fuck up and plant these quicker.”

Panicking, I knew what had to be done.

“Go back to the car!”

“Davey, we arent leaving you!”

“Damnit Larry, thats a fucking order! Id rather die alone then bring you all down. Go now!”

“Fuck your orders, I am not leaving you behind.”

“Fine! The rest of you, leave now!”

While the others followed my orders, Gus stayed back, trying to by us time. Its like he didnt even hear what I said, he didnt even think about leaving. There was no more time to be wasted. They had entered the building. I lit the fuse and we all ran.

“Ah! Fuck!”

I turned around and saw Gus on the ground. I ran back as fast as I could, but it was too late. The bastards had gotten him, the screams that Gus let out were terrifying.

“Im sorry Gus…”

But it was too late, he didnt hear me, he was already gone. They started running towards me again.

“Davey! Lets go or youll end up like him!”

Before I reached the car the bomb went off. We didnt realize how big the explosion would be and I went flying. I dont remember after that. All I know is I woke up in the hospital bed. Celestine, Larry and Melissa, the nurse, were all beside me. I jumped up and immediately regretted it as pain shot through my body. Celeste jumped out of her seat and pushed me back down.

“Oh thank god youre okay…”

Larry walks over

“I was worried about you brother, one hell of an explosion.”

“How long was I out for?”

Melissa, with hesitation,

“Um, almost a week…”

“What? Are you serious? Did everyone else make it back?”

Melissa nods.

“Yeah, everyone but Gus.” Larry almost choked up. Gus was one of his close friends as well.

Celestine looking sharply at the nurse and Larry

“Could you give us a minute?”

They both nodded and left. She slaps me across the face.

“Ow! Fuck was that for?”

“Scaring me. I almost lost my best man out there. But good news, I sent the scouts back out and the nest is completely gone, the whole building was brought down. Not a single Wirakor in that area. The plan fucking worked.”

“Good. Gus didnt die for nothing.”

“We are currently trying to locate more. I think we finally figured out how to kill them effectively, and in big numbers.” Celeste said with a huge smile.

“Yeah, I just hope we dont have to lose more men like that. His screams, they were unbearable to hear.” I said sitting up, with each slow movement being painful and taking the breath out of me more and more.

“Dave, you know what its like out there. It breaks my heart to say it, but we will lose more people. But I think they are okay with it knowing that the Wirakor numbers would go down this drastically.”

She gets even closer and hugs me. I gasp in pain as she tightens the hug a bit more.

“Please. Dont scare me again like that.” She gets off and walks out telling them to come back in.

I wont lie, I was kind of hoping for another kiss, perhaps another time. Larry and Melissa come back in.

“So, you smash yet?” Larry whispered in my ear.

“Its not like that, she just…” Larry cutting me off just like Celeste.

“Bro, she is totally into you. You should feel honored haha.”

“Maybe. I dont know, you mind getting me some water?”

“Sure.” He walks out of the room.

“Melissa, you got anything for this pain?”

“This should help.”

She sticks a needle into my arm, there is this green liquid in the syringe.

“What is that?”

“Its a drug that numbs the nerve endings, reducing your pain. You should be good to go tomorrow morning.”

“Thank you so much. You too Larry.” He hands me the glass of water.

“Ill see you around, I gotta go for a quick run.”

“Be careful out there.”

I lay back down in my bed. She was right, the pain is basically gone. That stuff is wonders.

I woke up, the pain isnt as bad, but before leaving I get another dose. I walk out to the main lobby and everyone starts cheering and thanking me and welcoming me back. I grab a plate of food and sit down. Eating was a pain in the ass as well. My whole body was aching. Celeste was waiting in my room.

“Hey Dave. Can we talk?” she seemed really nervous.

“Yeah, everything alright?”

“Its Larry. He hasnt returned since he left and he lied to me, said he was bringing a group. He left by himself.”

“Hell is his problem? He knows whats out there. Why would he just…” I trailed off.

“Celeste. I know where he is going.”

“What? How?” she seemed a little pissed.

“Well… I didnt want to say anything yet. But Larry and I, we planned to leave for a while. Go to America, see if we could find out families. Bring them back. And I am assuming he has to be going to the docks. He probably found a boat. Although I cant say the reason. We were supposed to go together.”

“What the fuck dave? When were you gonna tell me? Huh? I mean whats your problem? Just gonna leave? Were you even going to tell me?” She walks over and slaps me again. Im still weak and I stumble.

“Of course I was going to! Just not yet, we didnt plan on going soon.”

“I cant fucking believe this.” She isnt even looking at me anymore.

“Celeste…”

“Stop it.”

“Celeste. Would you want to help us?”

She looks at me, staring sharply.

“I have a faction to run. I cant leave. But I wont stop you. And if you do leave. Dont bother coming back.” She slams the door.

“Fuck!”

I slammed my desk, and once again immediately regret it as pain went through my body. I started packing my belongings and headed to see Celeste before heading out.

Knock Knock

“Who is it?”

“David.”

“Go away asshole!”

“I just wanted to say goodbye. Im leaving now.”

“Like that? All in pain?”

“Well yeah, Larry didnt really give me a choice.”

“Hold on.”

I wait outside her room. She comes out geared up.

“I wont go to America, but ill take you to the docs.”

So we leave the bunker and start our long journey to the docs.