#medicine is secretly a love letter to humanity

[uncanny-tranny]

I'm still so amazed at how far medicine has come for trans people... being able to take hormones and get surgeries that are life-saving and life-affirming are genuinely such amazing feats and I wish more people understood that. Like, even if those aspects of transition do not appeal to every trans person, it is still so important to recognize just how important it is that trans people have options.

If love were a language, it would be science.

[bracketsoffear]

Mexican Gothic (Silvia Moreno-Garcia) "In 1950s Mexico City, beautiful young socialite Noemí Taboada receives a letter from her cousin Catalina, begging for help. She firmly believes that her English husband, Virgil Doyle, intends to poison her. Suspecting that Virgil may be after Catalina's money, Noemí's father, Leocadio, sends her to the Doyle home, High Place, which is located in the mountains outside of a small town named El Triunfo. Once there, Noemí is struck by the strange and unwelcoming atmosphere of the Doyles' house and the controlling and patronising attitude of its inhabitants. Catalina is proclaimed to be suffering from consumption and Noemí is mostly kept away from her cousin. Noemí spends her time learning about the Doyle family, which also includes Florence Doyle and the frail family patriarch, Howard. The family has a history of incestuous marriages and deep intergenerational traumas, such as one of Howard's daughters, Ruth, killing several family members before shooting herself."

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Rappaccini's Daughter (Nathaniel Hawthorne) "Giovanni Guasconti, a young student renting a room in Padua, has a view from his quarters of a beautiful garden. Here, he looks at Beatrice, the beautiful daughter of Dr. Giacomo Rappaccini, a botanist who works in isolation. Beatrice is confined to the lush and locked gardens, which are filled with exotic poisonous plants grown by her father. Having fallen in love, Giovanni enters the garden and secretly meets with Beatrice a number of times, while ignoring his mentor, Professor Pietro Baglioni. Professor Baglioni is a rival of Dr. Rappaccini and he warns Giovanni that Rappaccini is devious and that he and his work (which involves using poison as medicine) should be avoided.

Giovanni notices Beatrice's strangely intimate relationship with the plants as well as the withering of fresh regular flowers and the death of an insect when exposed to her skin or breath. On one occasion, Beatrice embraces a plant in a way that she seems part of the plant itself; then she talks to the plant, "Give me thy breath, my sister, for I am faint with common air."

Giovanni eventually realizes that Beatrice, having been raised in the presence of poison, has developed an immunity to it and has become poisonous herself. A gentle touch of her hand leaves a purple print on his wrist. Beatrice urges Giovanni to look past her poisonous exterior and see her pure and innocent essence, creating great feelings of doubt and confusion in Giovanni.

In the end, Giovanni becomes poisonous himself: insects die when they come into contact with his breath. Giovanni is troubled by this, which he sees as a curse, and he blames Beatrice. Professor Baglioni gives him an antidote to cure Beatrice and free her from her father's cruel experiment. However, when Beatrice drinks the antidote, she becomes sick and dies. Before realizing that Beatrice is dying, Dr. Rappaccini excitedly welcomes the love between his two creatures, his daughter and her suitor, Giovanni, who has been transformed so that he can now be a true and worthy companion to Beatrice.

While Beatrice is dying, Professor Baglioni looks down from a window into the garden and triumphantly shouts "Rappaccini! Rappaccini! and is THIS the upshot of your experiment!""

When she begins to sleepwalk and experience strange dreams and visions, Noemí decides that she must leave the Doyle household, only to be told that she cannot leave. They reveal that Howard discovered a strain of mushroom that has a symbiotic relationship with humans. The Doyles use this fungus and remain at High Place, the house infused with the spores of the mushrooms, which has grown inside its walls and all around it, in order to heal themselves and prolong their lives. As the fungus's potency is lessened depending on the individual's genetics, the Doyles have intermarried in order to ensure that their offspring can also receive these benefits. Because it is interlaced with mycelium and infested with the mushroom's spores, the house can hold memories, which the family refers to as the "gloom". The spores can also help the Doyles control people who have inhaled them, which frightens Noemí. She grows more horrified, however, when she learns that Howard's wife Agnes was used as a sacrifice to grow the spores - and that Howard can use the gloom to take over the bodies of family members, which he's used to further preserve his own life.

[fireflykaizoku]

Okay this has kinda been on my mind but could I request a female reader secretly saving Corazón from dying by Doffy’s hands and slowly falls in love with him while helping Cora-san find and reconnect with Law again

If you can’t specifically do that it’s totally okay I just really want law and cora-san to be happy together ❤️

Helloo, anon my love! i'm sorry i took so long, but i ended up starting the letter event, and waited to finish this request! i changed the plot a couple of times LOL but i hope you like it! cora deserved that happy ending! ❤

Your ship had docked at Minion Island. Your captain heard from God knows who about the Ope Ope no Mi, and that was his perfect chance to steal the fruit from Diez Barrels before the trade with the Marines.The weather was incredibly cold, and since you didn't have to leave the ship, you decided to stay in your office. Hearing on the News about a boy with Amber Lead disease, you got curious, wanting to search more about it. Maybe find a cure, discover if it was really contagious or not.

Your research got interrupted by a few crew members, who got in your office in a rush holding a very tall man who was apparently injured. Multiple gunshots. To this day, you still had no idea of how he was alive, not just because he got shot, but he was left in the extremely cold weather for what seemed so long. In a normal situation no human being could survive that. It was the first and only case of something like this you've ever seen in your life.

— We found this man barely breathing outside. Maybe you can do something, I'm sure you can help him. — one of the men said.

— Lay him on the bed and get some hot water and blankets. I'll do what I can, but his hands are already purple. — you said, shutting your book and getting up.

You start treating his wounds, gave him proper medicine, and make sure that the man was warm enough. After a while, he didn't even look pale, and his hand returned to the normal color.

To this day, you still have no idea of how that happened. Some stuff can’t be explained. Maybe it was a miracle, maybe he had a very dedicated guardian angel. There was no other explanation than: God wanted that man alive for some reason.

It took him about three days to wake up, and honestly, you thought he wouldn't make it. But much to your surprise, while you were doing some research lost in thought, you heard a noise of someone moving on the bed.

You turned back quickly, only to see your mysterious patient trying to sit up. Rushing towards him, you gently pushed him back, making him stay still. He was too weak to move or talk.

— Hey, hey. I’m (Y/N), a doctor. — you said, placing your hands on his shoulder gently. — I don't know what happened, but you've been here for a few days. We found you while we docked at some island. I’ve been taking care of you, but you shouldn’t move too much.

The man was about to say something, but you continued.

— I’ll tell the chef to make you some soup. You need to recover, then you can tell me what happened.

You helped him eat, and by the end of the night he was already feeling better. You asked him not to make any harsh movements, which he obeyed. His voice was very weak, but you can notice it was also very deep to the point it made you shiver.

— I need to find Law. — was the first thing he said.

— Who? — you asked. No one said about another person at the island, it was just this man.

— My son. He’s my son. I need to find him. — the man started trying to get up again, but you stopped him from doing so.

Your heart broke in a million pieces. That man lost his child. The kid could be missing, but you couldn’t stop from thinking the worst. There was no one on that island, and with the weather, a child would not make it there alone.

— Okay, let’s make a deal. — you started. — Tell me your name, let me help you get better, and meanwhile, we take you to every island we stop by to try to find your kid.

He nodded.

— My name is Rosinante. — he then proceeded to tell you what happened. About Law, the child who you heard about on the news, he one with the Amber Lead disease; how his brother shot him; and how he made the child eat the Ope Ope no Mi.

Your eyes widened at the last information, and asked the man to never mention this to the rest of the crew. Who knew what they’d do if they found that child since they wanted that Akuma no Mi so bad.

It was supposed to be a simple doctor and patient deal like it always was before you were part of the pirate crew. Then Rosinante would be healthy enough to go look for his soon. But something changed in between that.

It had been a couple of months now, and no sign of Law. Whenever Rosinante got disappointed, you were there to cheer him up.

Maybe it was how his eyes seemed grateful whenever you changed his bandages, his beautiful smile whenever you said something funny, the way he talked about his child, or even his clumsiness, falling whenever he got up from bed.

— Don't worry, I'm sure he's still alive out there. We're going to find him, I promise. — you rubbed his cheek, drying the tear that started to fall. — it was our deal after all, right?

— But what if my brother found him?

— Don't think like this. We need to be positive. We're going to find Law.

It became something normal to stay on the deck talking for hours, sharing a bit of your story, dreams, plans… It felt like you could really connect with each other. That man was an angel, so kind and caring. Very shy at first, but eventually he got so comfortable with you.

You could also look at him for hours, his beautiful blonde hair and hazel eyes. The wide smile, and his big warm hands that rub your own hands when he was getting too cold. You shouldn’t be seeing him like this.

He was supposed to be your patient. That’s all.

— What are your plans? I mean, after you find Law? — although you're going to be so happy to see them reunite, you’d have to say goodbye to Rosinante.

— I have no idea. We’re enemies of the World Government, of the Donquixote Pirates… We’re going to be runaways, I think. — he giggled, thinking about it.

You smiled. For a moment, neither of you said anything, until the blonde broke the silence.

— Do you want to join us? — he asked.

You widened your eyes at the question. You loved your crew, but… You got used to Rosinante. You didn’t want to say goodbye, you didn’t want to be back at spending most of your time alone.

— You don’t have to choose now, don’t worry. — he smiled. — We don’t know when this is going to happen anyway.

It didn't take long for the moment to finally happen. When your crew went back to Swallow Island, you and Rosinante sat by the beach, stargazing and talking, when you noticed three kids, and weirdly enough, a bear.

As they moved closer, you saw Rosinante’s features change. At first he seemed to be in shock, but then he gave his signature smile.

— Law! — he screamed, getting up and running towards the group of kids… And bear. Of course, being clumsy, the blonde fell, before quickly getting up.

— Cora-san! — one of the boys, with a white spotted hat replied. His face showed disbelief. He probably thought his father was dead. — Cora-san! It’s you!

The child ran towards Rosinante, holding him tight. While Law tried not to cry, especially not in front of others, the blonde didn’t hold back. And you couldn’t lie, you cried a little bit seeing that scene too.

After Rosinante told everything that happened for the past few months, it was time for Law to say what happened to him ever since. Now they knew they needed a plan, they needed to go somewhere else far from the Donquixote Family, maybe have their own pirate crew.

You were sitting, smiling seeing them talk, when your friend/patient/possible crush turned to look at you.

— Is this the time where we have to say goodbye? — he asked, hoping you had already made up your mind, crossing his fingers and hoping that you’d decide to stay with them.

You thought for a while. Looking at the man you seemed to be in love with, his child and his friends. The few seconds you took to think seemed like an eternity.

— And what would a pirate crew be without a doctor on board? — you smiled.

[sachifukyo]

Stray Kids as Greek gods

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BangChan: Zeus

God of Heaven and Sovereign of Olympus.

≻Loves to launch thunders on rainy days, to see how far they can reach

≻Even if he is from high Heaven, he is so humble and nice to everyone

≻Worships every single life

≻Are you scared of thunders? Well, not anymore...

≻He began to send his voice through the powerful thunders, with messages and songs that only you can perceive

≻What is a night of noise and panic for others, for you is a lullaby echoing your boyfriend's voice

≻He also showed you the way to hold thunders, so you both can launch them together

Minho: Ares

God of Olympic war.

≻ Yeah, heroes are cool, but have you thought of a villainous boyfriend?

≻ A hero risks his life to safe everyone...a villian can kill everyone for you.

≻ That's what I see on Minho as Ares

≻ "Is the sun bothering my darling? Want me to kill it?"

≻ He is cold, fierce, the whole bad guy... Until he is alone with you

≻ Only you can see this weak side of him, while attending his wounds

≻ "I hate humans. Except you, you are the only thing worth to fight for in here"

Changbin: Hephaestus

God of fire, forgery and metal work.

≻ He is incredibly curious about human technology

≻ Likes to open and explore clocks, machines, cars. Any type of artifact. You name it

≻ Prefers artifacts than humans, for sure, but is surprised at their ability to create all that kind of stuff

≻ He fixes everything you need. Your phone isn't working? Fixed. Need to change a light bulb? Fixed. He likes to do it for you, let him help you without complaining 🥺

≻ He also makes jewelry and handicrafts for you

≻ But the most special gift he made is a music box, with a tune that he did just for you

≻ Also he is the one that cooks, he is not afraid of fire after all. Loves to impress you with his firebending skills

Hyunjin: Eros

God of love, attraction and beauty.

≻ He is hot, and he knows it

≻ His hobby is to match couples at the parks

≻ But for his bad luck, an arrow crossed his chest when he lied eyes on you

≻ You watch soap operas and cry together. He always guess the end right

≻ You like to joke that he shot you with his bow, but he thinks things too much and wonders if his thing is real or was it because of his magic. "I am sure I did not shot you" at least he knows his feelings for you are real

≻ Your friends asks him for love advice, they don't know he is Eros, so they call him cupid. He loves the concept

≻ Expect a lot of girls having a crush on your boyfriend. But he only has eyes for you. Maybe the one who shot him with his arrow was you...

Han: Morfeo

God of dreams and sleep.

≻ Have you ever heard "It is on Morefos hands now"? Well, that`s because once we go to sleep he spreads dreams at night

≻ He is very creative making dreams

≻ He also picks the most beautiful ones for you.

≻ He will fight against the monsters in your dreams, so you can sleep well :( He is scared that you may have nightmares because of him.

≻ Is there someone who bothers you? A nightmare awaits for them.

≻ Helps you to sleep, and visits you there. He takes you to beautiful fantasy worlds that he makes just for you. Want to visit somewhere? he will take you there on your dreams!

≻ Loves to cuddle, and when you prepare hot cocoa for both

≻ You literally dream on his hands

Lee Felix: Apolo

God of medicine, healing, and the sun

≻ This boy is so precious like the sunlight. The sunflowers turn to him everytime he is around. The stars on his freckles matching his smlie like golden glow that heals every one in need

≻Normally scapes the olympus to heal the creatures in the forest. His smile can cure, his tears are medicine

≻ The day you met, you were hurt and his only presence calmed your pain

≻ Since then, he dedicated you a kiss in every sun ray that goes through your curtains

≻ Loves honey, more when he is sharing it with you

≻ Makes flower crowns for you

≻ Expect a lot of sunflowers. And also give him a lot sunflowers as well <3

Seugmin: Éter

God personification of the sky and the light.

≻ He hides his singing voice on the wind and dances with it

≻ Sings with doves, sings with butterflies

≻ Never cared about what humans do down there, but you...

≻ He decided to go down to earth only to see you closer. He secretly loved the way you always look at the clouds and the stars at the night

≻ "Do you like it? I designed the colors of the clouds"

≻ He makes shapes for you with the clouds and makes you guess them

≻ Makes weather for you. Want to cuddle and watch movies? You got rain. Want to go to the beach? Perfect sun just for you. Hockey???? In an instant water is frozen.

Jeongin: Poseidon

God of the sea and oceans

≻ Dolphins are his best friends, he even talks (SCREAMS) like them

≻ Mermaids never caught his interest, humans either. Aquatic animals are his only family, not because he did not like them, it is because he is a little shy that his way to be won`t fit in

≻ So, when he decided he wanted you to be part of his life, started to seng you annonymous letters in bottles

≻ When you finally saw eachother for the fisrt time, he brought you some pearls and shells, and you brought him flowers

≻ Uses his waterbending skills to raise waves and present you his animal friends

≻You both ride dolphins on the sunset <3

≻ Everyday you go to find him at the doks, and consider the possibility of you living in the sea by his side

[iamnightduchess]

SnK 139 (A personal thought on Reiner & Mikasa's ending)

We have finally reached the end. For those who began this fandom since 2010, it's been 11 years of happiness, tears and heartbreak, on top of character discourse with our respective favorites. This manga is rich with amazing life values that requires more than just a quick zip through of every chapter. It requires a thorough, repeat reading. Hajime Isayama weaved his universe in a way that never cease to blow all of his readers' minds away but still touched our hearts in an emotional way.

(Special thanks to @pethellhounds for the key pointers for this post!)

No doubt, I love all of the characters, each of their flaws, strengths and growth but my two favorites have always been Mikasa and Reiner, individually.

Upon the first two reads, I was saddened, I was devastated and I allowed my emotions to filter the absolute value of the final chapter; in particularly to my most favorites. All thanks to the discourse we had in our RK discord, my brethren offered me a different perspective on how we could truly perceive ch.139 for what it truly is: a bittersweet farewell which only leads to new beginnings.

Reiner Braun

Armin was destined to save humanity, Eren confided on that himself. Even if it was Mikasa's personal choice on ch.123 that is the ultimatum that had saved humanity by eradicating the power of the Titans from the world for good. As referenced on this post, it has been Mikasa that was destined to free Ymir all along through her selflessness.

Upon first read, the following panel seemed to portray the remaining alliance members in a different light. Everyone looked amazing, happy as they exchanged banter just like how old friends with shared traumatizing experiences do. After all they're all celebrated world heroes - living with possibly an upgraded lifestyle, fame and wealth even within those 3 years. But upon several more reads and deeper observation, one could not entirely disregard the rather dark and gloomy atmosphere beyond the bright surface. In particular Jean and Reiner, who seemed to be a bit more noticeable.

Jean somehow is putting on a front as a skirt-chaser (having preference for younger girls) while Reiner seemed to be simping over his old crush (who's already married & has a child in Paradis).

The above panel seemed comical because the actions & lines seemed a bit "out of nowhere", but beyond the surface - everyone's hurting secretly from within, some are masking their pain, though some remained unaffected because they all shared a heavy burden of guilt towards Eren's death & Mikasa's withdrawal from the group to lay their friend in his final resting place all the way in Paradis. Jean and Reiner both are putting on a front.

Do remember that during the Marley arc, not even once was Reiner shown to reminisce about Historia very specifically. Not even in a fleeting thought, thus why it could also be deduced that she did not actually have a huge impact on his memory or his genuine affections beyond just a fleeting crush to hide his tormented mental state from within. How could someone who has been shown to have tremendous emotional growth and a consistent, albeit shaky psychological regulation during his primary arc was reduced to a typical simp archetype in the final chapter? This is not, a "Reiner can finally be his real self who's free of his burdens & he is someone who's enjoying his new life" moment.

The last time he portrayed this "simping" behavior? When he was 17 years old during the 104th's first SC excursion and when his psyche was almost teetering on its edges as his Warrior!alter is wrestling control against his soldier personality in Utgard Castle.

Reiner's simping (which was an intended joke) was also an indicator of a bleak truth: his DID regressed, from his regulated state and his psyche was completely torn apart from that day. In Marley, he had been extremely depressed but he was a loyal, strong and steadfast soldier who had only his duties in mind. To see him do a complete 360 & reverted to a creepy old behaviour, is truly saddening. He's been masking his pain with this front. Even Pieck could be seen sending him a silent, understanding look of concern for his letter-sniffing action.

In 139, despite having a new chance at life, having his mother's genuine love and acceptance & achieved his original dream in becoming a respected hero who is recorded in history, one could not entirely rule out the possibility that Reiner's DID has regressed to the point that either he reverted back to his soldier persona as a facąde or he'd might have developed a new alter altogether after having to experience Survivor's Guilt for the second turn. Yet this time, with no known time limit since the Curse of Ymir had been eradicated. DID is a lifelong condition. It does not go away, it cannot be healed even with modern medicine but yes, could be managed. That letter, the mentioning of Eren's name and their impending arrival on Paradis - the place he felt the happiest of his life - could be his trigger to put on that front. He, (along with the rest of the alliance on that ship) had to live with the fact that his and his family's new life and future had been at the expense of two people's livelihood; Eren & Mikasa. Eren sacrificed his life. Mikasa chose to bury Eren at his final resting place in Shinganshina and remain there to honor his memories on her own, without anyone by her side despite having fought together & almost on the verge of dying together.

(Thank you @lancerofdarkness for pointing this out!) We can see the banter between Reiner and Jean is very reminiscent of Reiner and Bertolt, where the latter cautioned the former on "not getting too carried away". Where Bertolt had a filtered approach, Jean had a more direct, head-on snipe. This dynamic had been initially observed much earlier in this post.

The alliance members could possibly have made a silent pact between them on not mentioning either Eren or Mikasa's name out of respect for that 3 years. Or if they, as well as the others, were not divulged of the real truth by Armin. With or without this knowledge, Eren's death and Mikasa's silent departure from the alliance do affect everyone. Some are more obvious than the others.

Once again, I feel compelled to share an unpopular perception that Reiner's simping is not his true self's behavior. It is a mask. A fake persona. It is a front to hide the real pain from within.

He cared about both Eren and Mikasa respectively, as much as the others do.

Mikasa Ackerman

Upon first reading, I was initially devastated for Mikasa's conclusion. It was her decision and selfless act that had saved all of humanity and won Ymir over, which completely destroys the Paths as well as removing the titan powers together with its curse. The woman who had been at the frontlines, placing her life at stake, almost dying first to protect the men in the alliance; she who had sacrificed everything ended up with nothing but only memories of the one who could never be and loneliness.

To throw salt into the wound, we saw Eren uttering in Paths on how he refused to accept the notion of Mikasa being with another man, he wanted her to only love him and have him in her heart even 10 years after his death. It was indeed a last spur of the moment declaration that ironically contradicted his plea in 138.

Their relationship was never meant to take off by riding into the sunset together, they are not destined to be with each other, even if their feelings are mutual. Despite my personal observation of their relationship as a form of enslavement in itself: Mikasa still sees it as her devotion & commitment to Eren. I have to respect her perspective on this.

Ymir mistaken Stockholm Syndrome as love, she perceives enslavement as love. Being used as a tool of war and breeding, surrendering all her will to her captor, yearning for his validation - she saw those as love. Now the glaring parallel between Ymir and Mikasa are truly obvious. Because of love, Ymir tethered herself to Paths or purgatory for 2,000 years and in exchange of Mikasa's decision & action, Mikasa remained tethered to her love for Eren & his memories for at least another 10 years if not for the rest of her life on earth. That is truly heartbreaking.

I was devastated. I personally believe she deserves better. She too deserves to have her happy end, to be loved and have a family of her own.

When Armin had dreams of seeing the world beyond the walls, Mikasa has always been a simple girl with simple dreams: i) to go back home within that forest in Shinganshina and ii) to be by Eren's side forever. Once we realised this, Mikasa actually had everything she ever desired after all. She's back home in Shinganshina, living in solitude and in peace with no burden of world peace, diplomatic affairs on her shoulder and has no need to put on a facąde. She's been grieving and she still cried for her yearning to see Eren's face again even after 3 years that she might not stop shedding tears in the next 7 years just like Eren wanted. That is how psychologically and emotionally affected she is with Eren's words, actions and death. She chose to remember Eren and keep her in her heart that it is almost seen as an imprisonment but she's also free from other wordly responsibilities unlike the rest of the alliance members.

Did I wish she would have a better ending than this? Absolutely. This young woman has never been on her own ever since she was born, it's heartbreaking to see her having to process her grief alone without even a single companion by her side. She lost all of her incredible physical strength and had to learn how to fortify her emotional strength through her grieving process. She has only learn on how to love and be loved by Eren, which has major missing components left to be desired. Mikasa deserves to be loved, to receive that affection openly in return from someone who would be ideal, respectful, trustworthy, expressive, equally devoted, the raindrop to her seed, the sun to her cold days and loving towards her and maybe one day, eventually would be able to grow a real family from that genuine love.

The last two bottom panel above we can actually observe the innocent kid!Mikasa just like Isayama promised. She is ready and curious to once again, learn more about the beautiful but cruel world. She is ready to leave the forest upon realizing that no matter where she goes, Eren will always be inside her heart.

She is at peace. Even if she looks way thinner, fragile that she should be and could be seen collapsing as she was hit by another wave of strong grief. But since the members of the alliance are coming to Paradis for a potential negotiation, it is been stated by Mikasa that they are also coming to see Eren's final resting place to pay their respects. She will be meeting her friends after 3 years for the first time and I could really hope that they can be the support that each other needed for true healing. I am holding on to the possibility of her being ready to move on and start living again after putting the course of her life on hold by mourning for Eren the moment she is reunited again with Armin, Annie, Reiner, Jean and Connie.

The bird flew over the ship carrying the alliance as it is heading towards Paradis before heading towards Mikasa's location, giving his answer to her "You're happy right?" question by wrapping that scarf around her neck for one last time. He wanted her to be free after 3 years of grief. He wanted her to move on when she meets their friends again because she does not deserve to be consumed in her grief not even another day. Not even for another 7 years. Not even for the rest of her life.

Anything that we envision happening after 139 is valid in this universe. I believe Mikasa will begin living her life to the fullest as the end of the series is also the beginning of her next journey. But this time, she will be doing it in the company of her loved ones. Together.

[quazartranslates]

Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH57

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Chapter 57: Purgatory Reunion (IX) {cw: torture}

At this moment, Qi Leren’s shock was completely written on his face, and this surprise and shock sent the wrong message—Ning Zhou's hand trembled and suddenly let go.

"Wait!" Qi Leren realized that he had made a mistake and quickly took Ning Zhou's hand. "I was just a little surprised. I didn't mean it. I'm, I'm very happy."

This joy was sincere. Although Qi Leren thought this progress was too fast, unexpectedly, he didn't want to refuse, but thought that this was also quite good. They had experienced too many separations and tortures, so these people who loved each other should be together. Besides, he had already received Ning Zhou's ring—one on his tombstone at Undead Island and one on his left hand when he’d woken up in the tree tomb. He had also wished to give this heart to Ning Zhou in return—in the letter he’d written to Ning Zhou that was not received.

"Really?" Ning Zhou asked.

Qi Leren nodded hard: "Really!"

Ning Zhou smiled; the gloom in his heart immediately dissipated, and the uncontrollable thought of wanting to destroy everything quietly sank to the bottom again.

Qi Leren was still looking at him, and his brown eyes were a little uneasy, but there wasn’t even the slightest reluctance, which convinced Ning Zhou that he really was willing.

The person he loved had returned to him with the same strong and meaningful emotions. Even if God didn't bless them, they were still inseparable.

This thought had given him peace of mind, and his world was no longer withering and dead at last. The warm sunshine illuminated this barren land and made him reborn.

So he took his hand again and walked forward firmly.

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The underground casino mentioned by the contact Celia was located in a remote part of the lower Underground Ant City. The rail cars weren’t directly connected to the lower part of the city, so Qi Leren and Ning Zhou had to get off the bus outside it and enter on foot.

The chaos of the Underground Ant City became more and more prominent in the lower city. Within the boundary of the upper city, there was at least a basic order, and there were few violent conflicts in the streets. However, when the two entered the lower city, the world they could see was almost a hell: dirty old streets, ragged pedestrians, and eyes that were numb or malicious... In the shadows of the street corners, Qi Leren even saw several bodies, which seemed to be an inescapable element of this place.

There was the scent of blood in the air, and Qi Leren's five senses had been enhanced after breaking the shell. The consequence of a keen sense of smell was that he could smell these unpleasant smells more easily than before.

Following the clue given by Celia, the two people who were dressed in disguises came all the way to the underground casino. The skinny doorman standing by the entrance secretly glanced at the two strange guests wearing masks. The tall one stood straight and was out of place in the lower city. The shorter one was dressed in an exaggerated sexy leather coat, and glanced at him and gave him a tip of copper coins.

The doorman hurriedly pushed open the door, and with its opening, the bloody and absurd world behind the door appeared.

It was like a greedy beast driven by desire, constantly devouring life.

Both human beings and demons became confused once they entered this trap, would lose their senses, bet everything on their person, and be ruined.

The world behind the door was a crimson hell, and the strong scent of blood made the people who had just set foot inside hold their breath. The floor of this dark underground casino was soaked with a layer of blood! Stepping a foot down, the sticky blood splashed on his shoes, and even slowly seeped in, and the sticky and disgusting feeling made Qi Leren's hair stand upright.

Crazy cries echoed in this dark underground world. Both humans and demons stared at the chips on the table excitedly, and went crazy whether they won or lost.

There was also a gambler who was being punished in the corner of the casino. He was stripped naked and hung upside down from the ceiling. Several lower demons laughed and urged him to bet: "There’s a 'leg' missing, will the next one be the left leg or the right leg!"

The gambler who had fainted from the severe pain of castration had a bowl of pain-killing medicine poured down his throat, and he choked up with tears, whining and groaning.

A little hellhound knelt in the pool of blood, licking its lips and excitedly watching the blood bubbling up between the legs of a castrated gambler. Fresh blood was as delicious as wine for demons.

"I bet my left leg! Left leg! Betting high! This one must win!" The gambler who had been called back by the pungent demon blood widened his bloodshot eyes and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The dice on the gambling table were lifted, and the gambler's fanatical expression instantly solidified on his face.

The demons smiled grimly, and cut off one of his legs. The gambler screamed hysterically, but he only got a casual glance from the other gamblers. They laughed and laughed at the unlucky goner who had lost everything, and didn’t feel that every time they bet, they were moving closer to him.

Ning Zhou frowned, and all the absurdity and depravity here made his skin crawl. This wasn’t the first time he had come to the demons’ territory, nor the worst place he had ever seen, but...

Ning Zhou looked at Qi Leren beside him. His face was hidden behind half a mask, showing his tight mouth. From his body language, his mood at the moment was just as heavy and tense.

However, when a scantily clad female dealer came up to them, Qi Leren’s manner changed immediately.

In a moment, Qi Leren half turned, and committedly took his arm. He looked up and whispered in his ear: "You keep quiet, let me ask about things."

Ning Zhou's ears turned red, and he couldn't help but feel glad that the lights here were dim enough. However, Qi Leren, who had already broken his shell, could completely see his red ears and shouted “cute!” in his heart.

The dealer stood in front of the two men. She should have stood closer, but these two gays may not welcome her approach, so she politely asked, "Is this your first time here?"

"Why, are we not welcome?" Qi Leren's voice changed. Although it was still a male voice, it was more delicate and feminine than ordinary men. The deliberately drawn out tone was full of ambiguous dissatisfaction.

"How can that be?" the dealer quickly apologized. "What do the two of you want to play?"

Qi Leren pointed to the table with the most people: "Let's play whatever’s there."

The dealer led the two men to go forward with light steps, her slender high heels sticking on the foul blood.

The gambler who was being punished in the corner had already lost his legs. He was put down, whining and crawling in the pool of blood. The little hellhound opened its mouth and bit his wound. The lower demons laughed and talked over their glasses while urging it on.

"Whether I bet big or small, you double your chips and bet against me," Qi Leren whispered to Ning Zhou.

Behind his mask, Ning Zhou looked puzzled.

"Believe me, getting rich depends on this trick." Qi Leren showed a weak smile.

“……”

The dealer handed them exchange chips and enthusiastically helped two people place their bets. In her eyes, the two men were really strange. Not because they were wearing masks, but because...

"Low." This person wearing a half-mask casually gathered a few chips and carelessly threw them into the low area.

The dealer silently turned her attention to the other person, and sure enough, the man put double chips in another area.

The other gamblers at the table made random bets, and no one noticed this slightly weird scene.

The dice rolled, and the result was self-evident.

The chips in front of the man wearing a half-mask decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, but the chips in front of his companion were increasing. After several rounds, he finally felt bored. He pointed to the chips in front of the two of them and motioned for the dealer to put them away. He held the man's arm and whispered with him, and he also giggled.

As if he was aware of the dealer's sight, he turned his face slightly, and his eyes hidden behind the mask swept over her coldly, but there was a charming smile on his mouth: "I don't like you looking at my man with eyes like that. Next time you look at him like this, I’ll dig them out."

"I'm sorry." The dealer immediately lowered her head, intently looking at her blood-stained feet, and never looked at the two men.

"Good girl. This is a reward for learning politeness." The man stuffed a chip into her bra and laughed maliciously. "When I look closer, your makeup is really thick. I’ll remind you that your facial features are really not suited for this kind of heavy makeup."

With that said, he returned to the man's side and he muttered a few words.

The dealer kept her head down and let herself be silenced under the strong aura of these two men. 

"By the way, I want to ask you about someone." The man wearing a half-mask lazily uttered a name.

The witness had been a frequent visitor to this underground casino, and he is also the last person to see the illusionist. He had claimed to have met the Illusionist who wore women’s clothing in this underground casino. After that, both the Illusionist and this person disappeared, and even the informants who came to verify had disappeared.

It was risky to ask directly. Qi Leren didn't expect to get the answer he wanted from an ordinary dealer. He just wanted to test how deep the water here was.

"I’ve heard the name... but I haven’t served him before. Let me ask for you?" the dealer asked carefully.

"Sure."

So the two men sat down in front of a coffee table in a quiet corner of the underground casino, and there was no overwhelming scent here. Qi Leren just squeezed into the same sofa with Ning Zhou—he had a very honest reason: it was so that they could quietly communicate at any time.

The female dealer who had just left came back with a tall male dealer. He looked like a higher-up and his face was reserved and arrogant: "Hello, I heard you’re looking for someone?"

"Trying to find a friend," Qi Leren said lightly.

"He hasn't come for several days. Maybe he walked into the pub and couldn’t climb back out." The dealer seems to be familiar with the missing witness, but his tone was full of the coldness and indifference particular to this place.

"Which pub?" Qi Leren asked carelessly.

The male dealer's expression changed slightly. He asked with slight suspicion: "Aren't you his friend?"

A mistake, he had said the wrong thing. Cold sweat flowed down Qi Leren, and Ning Zhou held his hand tightly.

Qi Leren's nervous brain was running at a rapid speed, and he switched from a state of casual handling to a state of first-level alert. He had to round up his words and at least explain why he was a "friend" of that person, knowing the underground casino he loved but not the pub he loved.

"Friend?" Qi Leren's smile was even more fake. The deep ridicule and disgust beneath it were completely written in his smile. "Can you call someone who doesn’t pay back his debt a friend?"

The male dealer suddenly realized that he was a debt collector.

This wasn’t surprising. In this place full of gamblers, the debts of this group of people added up to an extremely horrible number, which was enough for them to sell everything they owned, whether it was their wives, their children, or their own bodies.

"I heard that he often comes here. It's a pity. If he used the time he spent gambling here to sell his ass instead, he wouldn't owe so much." Qi Leren dragged out an ambiguous sound and looked at the gambler amidst the crowd in the distance. His smile grew colder. "Or does the fool prefer to lose his hands and feet here, but doesn't want to work hard to pay his debts?"

The two dealers also looked at the man. He had already lost his legs and arms, leaving only a bare head hanging from his neck as he slowly died in a pool of blood. The demons around him were cutting his tongue and belly, and choosing the best parts from the blood-covered table.

The light steps of a woman came from behind them.

Qi Leren didn't look back, but Ning Zhou did, looking at the shameless woman.

The two dealers stood up from their chairs together and said respectfully, "Manager."

The female manager took a few steps forward again, gave Qi Leren an appraising look, and saw his slightly exposed leather coat from his half-mask, and then saw his boots covered with silver ornaments.

"Mr. Red?" Her face pulled into a grandiose smile, "is it really you? I haven't heard from you for a long time."

Qi Leren was startled. Red? How could this fake identity he had fabricated while undercover with the Slaughter Secret Society have acquaintances in Underground Ant City? He had never seen this woman at all.

"The Mrs is waiting for you, please be sure to join us."

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Ateez In Hogwarts

- I added a couple of random facts about their life in Hogwarts in this post. Do you like it? Should I add it to other Harry Potter posts in the future as well?

- gifs and pics are not mine, credits to rightful owners

- English is not my first language, so please let me kindly know if I did a mistake

Hongjoong:

House: Hufflepuff

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: loyal, helpful, friendly, smart, hardworking, determined, emotional, bright

Pet: ferret

Wand (WOOD): Alder wood -  Alder is an unyielding wood, its ideal owner is often helpful, considerate and most likeable. When an alder wand is happily placed, it becomes a magnificent, loyal helpmate. Of all wand types, alder is best suited to non-verbal spell work, whence comes its reputation for being suitable only for the most advanced witches and wizards

(CORE): Phoenix feather core -  Learns most varied magic, hard to be chosen

Patronus: Dolphin

Favourite Classes: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms

How Amortentia smells to him: Fresh flowers, Chocolate, Cherries, An ocean breeze

After Hogwarts working as: Auror - He became Auror because of his protective nature and sense for justice. He wants to destroy and punish those who could endanger those who are innocent and protect his loved ones 

Random:

head boy

always helps the new students with anything and everything

Hufflepuff won a house cup couple of times mainly thanks to him

music is always coming from the Hufflepuff’s common room when Hongjoong is composing on his piano

his ferret is always on his shoulder, even he is trying to hide her in classes

Seonghwa:

House: Ravenclaw

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: Intelligent, curious, mom-like, polite, sassy, honest, ambitious, dependable

Pet: Birman cat

Wand (WOOD): Vine wood - Vine wands are among the less common types, and their ideal owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best. Vine wands seem strongly attracted by personalities with hidden depths

(CORE): Thunderbird tail feather - Powerful, but difficult to master. Can sense danger and cast curses on their own

Patronus: Orca

Favourite Classes: Potions, Herbology

How Amortentia smells to him: Pancakes, Jasmine, Petrichor, Vanilla

After Hogwarts working as: Healer and alchemist - Combination with his intellect, curious nature and the need to helping others he will be the head of St. Mungo’s. In the future, he will be known for creating lots of new medicine 

Random:

almost everyone has a crush on him

protective of his best friends group “Ateez”, no one want to cross him

with Yeosang, helping to Madam Pomfrey with sick students in Hospital Wing

scolding his friends for dirty or unironed robes

number one student in the whole school

Yunho:

House: Hufflepuff

Blood Status: Half-blood

Personality: cheerful, lively, friendly, loving, peaceful, diligent, warmhearted, daring, charming

Pet: Golden Retriever

Wand (WOOD): Cherry wood -This very rare wand wood creates a wand of strange power. For cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind

(CORE): Horned Serpent horn core - Exceptionally powerful and sensitive. Can warn its owner of danger by emitting a low musical tone

Patronus: Dragon

Favourite Classes: Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration

How Amortentia smells to him: Cinnamon Rolls, Apple pie, MOrning breeze, Honeysuckle

After Hogwarts working as: Dragonologist - He always aspired to be one. He admired and was fascinated by them since he was a little kid. After he found out his Patronus is a dragon as well, Yunho knew he was destined to work with those dangerous but awe-inspiring creatures

Random:

best keeper Hufflepuff’s Quidditch team ever had

often secretly going to Forbidden forest, curious about creatures living there

classes are never boring when Yunho is in... if San is around is a mess

always brings a yummy food to his friends from the kitchen elves

often seen chasing after his golden retriever who is as energised as him 

Yeosang:

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: cunning, passionate, savage, charming, bold, perfectionist, clever, humane, kind, tolerant

Pet: Serval

Wand (WOOD): Elm wood -  Elm wands prefer owners with presence, magical dexterity and a certain native dignity. Of all wand woods, they produce the fewest accidents, the least foolish errors, and the most elegant charms and spells; these are sophisticated wands, capable of highly advanced magic in the right hands

(CORE): Phoenix feather core -  Learns most varied magic, hard to be chosen

Patronus: Black Swan

Favourite Classes: Astrology, Potions

How Amortentia smells to him: Mango, Gardenia, The beach, Wine

After Hogwarts working as: Hogwarts Potions professor - Actually started with Seonghwa at St. Mungo’s. After he received a letter from the headmaster he immediately agreed and quickly became a favourite teacher at Hogwarts

Random:

new students are often afraid since his gaze is sharp and quite intense 

not the teachers' favourite thanks to his straight forward nature

rumoured to be half-siren thanks to his angel-like appearance and voice

love the wintertime when he can snowboard on the hills in the Hogwarts area

always with Seonghwa in Hospital wing

San:

House: Hufflepuff

Blood Status: Muggle-born

Personality: creative, happy virus, caring, crazy, warm, humble, easily fooled by fake sincerity, skilled

Pet: Slow Loris

Wand: Red Oak wood- The true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect duelling wand. ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive, trademark spells, and a good man or woman to have beside one in a fight. Red oak wands are among the most handsome

(CORE): Dragon heartstring core -  Powerful, easy to learn spells though can easily be committed to another owner

Patronus: Capuchin Monkey

Favourite Classes: Herbology, Charms

How Amortentia smells to him: Orange, Chocolate Cosmos, New Books, The Moment Before It Rains

After Hogwarts working as: Curse-Breaker - Employed by the Ministry of Magic, but doing lots of work for the Gringotts.  Almost the equivalent of archaeologists, San loves the travelling included when he is tasked with bringing back gold from tombs and often have to break curses to enter them

Random:

messing around in classes with Yunho

with Wooyoung, they have the cutest Hufflepuff-Slytherin friendship in the school 

often the victim of pranks cuz of his sweet and naive persona

has his own little garden in common room with exotic flowers

often gets detention for causing everyone to laugh in class

Mingi:

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Muggle-born

Personality: passionate, optimistic, jolly, enthusiastic, heroic, reckless, gallant, lovely, sweet

Pet: pink pygmy puff

Wand: Ash wood - Ash wands cling to its one true master. Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant

(CORE): Dragon heartstring core -  Powerful, easy to learn spells though can easily be committed to another owner

Patronus: Lion

Favourite Classes: Flying, Charms

How Amortentia smells to him: Cakes baking in the oven, Bacon, Freshly washed hair, Lemon

After Hogwarts working as: Quidditch player (Seeker and captain) - Is not the safest job in the world but the euphoric feeling of soaring through the air on a state-of-the-art broom surely just can’t be beaten for Mingi. He has natural talent and can make his teammates always ready for anything

Random:

too soft for his little pink pygmy puff, but always loses her somewhere

sometimes clumsy in casting spells

Yunho is his best friend but in Quidditch he is his biggest enemy

always late to classes thanks to his love for sleeping

supporting his friends no matter what, often cheering for them in Quidditch games if they don’t play against Gryffindor 

Wooyoung:

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Pure-blood

Personality: ambitious, gracious, smiley, driven, fair, cultured, observant, sociable, keen

Pet: Russian Blue cat

Wand: Hawthorn wood -  Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and one should only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent

(CORE): Unicorn hair core - Consistent magic, bonds strongly to the first user

Patronus: Black Mamba

Favourite Classes: History of Magic, Ghoul Studies

How Amortentia smells to him: Wisteria, Clothes Fresh Out of the Drier, Morning dew, Pumpkin pie

After Hogwarts working as: Ministry of Magic official - started his journey at Department of Magical Law Enforcement in lower positions. But Wooyoung thanks to his talent, ambitions, manners and skills quickly became head of this department

Random:

pulls pranks on San very often, but he always takes care of him

always get what he wants

in Hogwarts, he can enjoy the muggle music and art dancing that his pure family hate and judge

always makes girls around blush

a charming gentleman with best manners

Jongho:

House: Gryffindor

Blood Status: Half-blood

Personality: strong, energetic, athletic, observant, bold, spontaneous, principled, gentle

Pet: Sugar Glider

Wand: Beech wood - The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond his or her years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry not seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation

(CORE): Veela hair core - very individualistic and temperamental 

Patronus: Shark

Favourite Classes: Ghoul Studies, Defence Against the Dark Arts

How Amortentia smells to him: Wood, Fresh Waffle Cones, Lemon Grass, Coffee

After Hogwarts working as: Auror - working alone with Hongjoong.With Jongho’s power and talent, no one was surprised that he became a one. One of the best Aurors out there, feared by many dark wizards

Random:

MIngi’s most trusted team-mate and beater in Gryffindor team

often hanging out with Hongjoong and training for the Defence Against the Dark Arts class 

best in duelling club along with Hongjoong

often asking Yunho to teach him more about magical creatures and how to defend against them

Part of the frog choir, angel voice along with Yeosang

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Created Problems (Prophecy update)

By Daymond Duck   Published on: August 22, 2021

Created problems are piling up in the U.S. as the globalists continue their effort to weaken America and establish a world government by 2030 or sooner.

These are facts, not conspiracy theories.

Oil—The Biden administration deliberately reduced America’s oil production by stopping construction on the Keystone XL Pipeline, halting oil production on federal lands in Louisiana, New Mexico, etc., and this caused the price of oil to soar. Now, Biden wants production increased to bring the price of oil back down, but he doesn’t want U.S. companies and U.S. workers to increase production, get their jobs back, etc.; he wants OPEC and foreign workers to increase production and have those jobs.

Crime—The Defund the Police movement has resulted in police budgets being cut in many cities, thousands of criminals being released from jails, soaring shootings, killings, and thefts; this is by design because globalists want to gain control of the police.

Border—The Biden administration has deliberately destroyed what few immigration laws the U.S. had. This week, Biden’s Homeland Security Sec. visited the U.S./Mexico border and was secretly recorded saying the border crisis is unsustainable (just the opposite of what he is saying in public). About one million immigrants (many with Covid) have come across the border, drug and human trafficking have increased, etc., and there is no effort to stop it (just an effort to hide what they are doing by lying about it.).

Covid—Only U.S. citizens are required to wear masks and be tested. Illegal aliens are not required to be masked or tested, and many are deliberately bussed and flown to other parts of the U.S., especially TX and FLA (at taxpayer expense) in what appears to be an effort to spread Covid, turn TX and FLA from Red to Blue (from Republican to Democrat) and blame unvaccinated citizens for spreading Covid to justify forcing everyone to be vaccinated for the global good or the common good (deceptive phrases meaning world government).

Inflation—Inflation is rising faster than wages are increasing, meaning money is declining in value and buying less and less. There seems to be two reasons: 1) Unending stimulus packages with pork-barrel spending, and 2) Disruption of production due to the deliberate spread of Covid and imposed lockdowns. This is increasing the price of everything (food, clothing, vehicles, rent, mortgages, medicine, etc.; gas is $1 per gallon higher than it was this time last year). It is destroying the U.S. economy and hurting every American, especially the poor.

Critical Race Theory (CRT)—Socialists have increased their power in the Democrat Party, and they are pushing CRT (a new form of segregation) to divide the U.S. They know that a nation divided against itself cannot stand. Why else would they want to re-establish segregation? Note: On Aug. 16, 2021, the Arkansas Attorney Gen. said separating children based on race violates the Equal Protection Clause of the U.S. Constitution.

Afghanistan—Biden told America the Afghan military had enough modern weapons and troops to defend itself. Then, we read that Biden sent a letter to the Taliban asking them to hold off taking over the country until we could evacuate our people. Then, we read that most of the major Afghan cities fell in 24 hours. Then, we read that the Afghan capital fell a few hours later. Then, we read that Biden offered the Taliban foreign aid for a promise to not attack the U.S. embassy.

Biden’s hasty exit sends the message that America is not a reliable ally; it dooms thousands of Afghan soldiers to death that helped the U.S.; it dooms Afghan women to second class citizenship, covering their face, etc.; it dooms Afghan girls to forced marriages, no education, etc.; it dooms Afghan boys to brainwashing, very little education, etc.; it dooms Afghan men to beatings, amputation of limbs, etc.; and it dooms the Christians to convert to Islam or be executed. Thousands of Americans were injured or killed in Afghanistan, and Biden squandered everything America accomplished in a matter of hours.

Update One: On Aug. 16, 2021, it was reported that French Pres. Macron was advised to call an emergency meeting of the EU Council because “the security of the world” is in danger. Some EU leaders say an Islamic Caliphate in Afghanistan will be a serious threat to the western world.

Update Two: On Aug. 16, 2021, an editorial in a Chinese-affiliated newspaper declared that war will break out between China and Taiwan, and the U.S. will not help Taiwan. Amir Tsarfati said China, Russia, and Iran are declaring that the post-American world order is over, and he believes that Russia and Iran no longer believe the U.S. will help Israel if they decide to launch an attack.

Update Three: On Aug. 17, 2021, it was reported that China has been emboldened by America’s apparent weakness, and her military is already preparing to practice an attack on Taiwan.

Update Four: On Aug. 17, 2021, it was reported that the Taliban is already sending letters to house churches saying, “We know who you are, and we’re coming for you.” The Antichrist will use beheadings as a terror tactic, and the Taliban does that too.

Here are some of my afterthoughts on Biden’s Afghan debacle.

Biden had a choice. He didn’t have to run. He was advised against it, but he did it anyway.

Biden has led America to defeat in the War on Terror, and his claim to love women and children is nothing more than a campaign slogan that he used to get elected (tell the women and children of Afghanistan that Biden loves them).

The Taliban, Iran and others will declare that Allah has given Islam a major victory over the Great Satan and be encouraged to fight harder (and Biden has just given them weapons worth many millions of dollars). They are surely blaspheming God, His name, and His people.

The success of radical Islam will increase the pressure on Israel and the Arabs to sign a peace treaty.

Israel must realize that she needs to rely on God, not America.

Biden has created a breeding ground for Islamic terrorists, and a borderless world is more dangerous than ever. (The security of the U.S. is threatened by America’s open border, and the Taliban won’t hesitate to cross it.)

It is clearer than ever that the Christian’s hope is the Rapture, not a better, stronger America.

As the world grows darker, the cries for a world leader to solve the world’s problems will grow louder.

God brought Afghanistan (and Babylon) down in a matter of hours, and He can bring the U.S. down in the blink of an eye if He wants.

The U.S. is led by people that are following Satan or it wouldn’t be supporting a godless world government, godless world religion, abortion, gay marriage, censoring Christian ministries, etc.

Biden raised the gay flag over our embassies, and the Taliban will probably take it down and raise their flag over our embassy.

There are many reasons to believe the lukewarm church needs to wake up, or God will eventually bring our sin-filled nation to its knees.

Here are some more reasons to believe that the Rapture is close.

One, deceit and lying have existed at least since God created Adam and Eve, but it will be common practice at the end of the age.

What could be more deceitful than deliberately spreading Covid-19 and blaming it on the unvaccinated?

Could it be internment camps to deliberately incarcerate the falsely accused unvaccinated?

This writer has seen several reports lately that the CDC is planning to have incarceration camps in every U.S. city.

Several sources have reported that on Aug. 6, 2021, TN Gov. Mike Lee signed an executive order authorizing the National Guard to seize unvaccinated people for incarceration.

Natural News reported that it has information that the CDC has been working with the University of Chicago to develop a plan to call homes in an effort to determine if there are any children between 6 months and 17 years in the home that have not been vaccinated.

The activation of incarceration camps in every U.S. city and perhaps a phone call to every household is very troubling.

It has also been reported that starting this month in New York, Los Angeles and San Francisco, people will not be allowed into restaurants, theaters, and several other venues without proof of vaccination.

This writer is far from knowledgeable on Covid-19 and the mutations or variants, but this is some of what I have read and the way I understand it:

The Covid-19 virus doesn’t want to be killed by a vaccine, so it tries to stay alive by mutating.

Some medical professionals believe the mutations are developing in and being spread by vaccinated people.

This explains why the world will never reach herd immunity (vaccinate so many people on earth that the spread of Covid-19 is unlikely). For whatever it is worth, about 2/3 of the new Covid cases in Israel are people that have been fully vaccinated.

Here is a repeat from my last week’s article with the addition of one sentence: we are seeing the global development and advancement of technology and policies that many excellent Bible prophecy teachers believe will lead to the Mark of the Beast (forced compliance, loss of one’s job, development of passports or passes, a demand for government databases to track people, a demand to prevent the unvaccinated from entering stores to buy or sell, the spread of anti-Christian rhetoric, etc.). We are seeing a preview of things to come and a warning from our merciful God (that knows what is going to happen before it happens) to be sure we are saved.

Two, concerning earthquakes:

On Aug. 11, 2021, a 7.1 quake struck off the coast of Mindanao, Philippines.

On Aug. 12, 2021, an 8.1 quake struck near the South Sandwich Islands (South Atlantic Ocean).

On Aug. 14, 2021, a 7.2 quake struck Haiti. Three days later, it was reported that 6,900 were injured, 1419 were killed, and 84,585 homes were damaged or destroyed.

On Aug. 14, 2021, a 6.9 quake struck in the Gulf of Alaska.

On Aug. 16, 2021, as Haiti was trying to deal with the 7.2 quake, Tropical Storm Grace was bearing down with strong winds and perhaps as much as 8 inches of rain (up to 15 inches and flooding in some areas).

Three, concerning an increase in frequency and intensity of natural disasters (like birth pains): on Aug. 14, 2021, The Moscow Times reported that Russia’s Pres. Vladimir Putin said the scale of natural disasters (floods, droughts, and forest fires) that have hit Russia this year is “absolutely unprecedented.”

According to the article, “Russian weather officials and environmentalists have linked the increasing intensity of Siberia’s annual fires to climate change.”

More:

On Aug. 15, it was reported that at least 51 people have been killed by floods and mudslides in Turkey.

On Aug. 16, the U.S. announced that the water level in Lake Mead is at the lowest level since the Hoover Dam was built in the 1930s, a water shortage on the Colorado River was declared, and it was announced that there will be water cut-backs in 2022. Farmers and ranchers will cut production.

Four, concerning the Battle of Gog and Magog: on Aug. 13, 2021, Monte Judah (Messianic World Update) said, “It is very clear that the IDF and the government of Israel is planning to attack Iran soon to stop the nuclear weapons program. This is evidenced by the fact that the IDF, the Air Force, has been running long-range bombing training missions with the nation of Greece, and they have been doing in-flight refueling and other things of that type with Benny Gantz, the Defense Minister, announcing and giving warnings to the U.S. and other nations that Israel is going to stop Iran if they continue to do it.”

FYI: Several pastors say they are being inundated with requests for a “Religious Exemption Letter.” Here is a link to a letter that Rock Harbor Church (Rev. Brandon Holthaus) is using, and it can be printed off:

RHC Religious Exemption for Vaccines and PCR Swabs.pdf

Finally, are you Rapture Ready?

If you want to be rapture ready and go to heaven, you must be born again (John 3:3). God loves you, and if you have not done so, sincerely admit that you are a sinner; believe that Jesus is the virgin-born, sinless Son of God who died for the sins of the world, was buried, and raised from the dead; ask Him to forgive your sins, cleanse you, come into your heart and be your Saviour; then tell someone that you have done this.

[wayfaringmd]

Enneagram Types as Medical Specialties

Type 1: Infectious Disease. They’re always on a mission to improve antibiotic stewardship. They probably did a stint with MSF providing life saving vaccines and HIV treatment to the medically underserved, even before it was the cool thing to do. They could have done cardiology and made the bigger bucks but they followed their calling to reign in and order the chaos that is orthopedists ordering antibiotics. When healthy they wear 5 different professional hats and do all the jobs well, AND still have great bedside manner. Their perfectionist tendencies may also draw them toward plastic surgery- reconstructive, not purely cosmetic.

Type 2: Pediatrics. Typically they are warm and squishy, always ready to help and give of themselves to a fault. They will see 40 patients a day in flu season just to make sure all the parents are happy. During med school their self-care involved rocking babies in the NICU and their main extracurricular was dressing up as an Avenger to hand out stuffed animals at the children’s hospital. Throw an abused child or an anti-vaxx parent of 6 in their midst and they’ll blast you with enough truth and protective energy to blow off their own bow ties and novelty socks. Type 2s could also go in to Infectious disease (I see y’all running those free HIV clinics) or psychiatry (unhealthy 2s that is...codependent much?).

Type 3: the stereotype would be Cardiology or Neurosurgery. Because it sounds really great to say you fix brains or hearts, right? But Threes could reasonably be any specialty, as long as they’re at the top of their game. They were the person in your med school class who was AOA, MD/PhD, and Doctor’s Doctor. They had top USMLE scores and glowing letters of rec and can be genuinely great doctors. They aspire to be medical director or chief of staff at their clinic or hospital. They drive a foreign car with a vanity plate and always wear a crisply ironed white coat. This doctor wants to mentor students, if for no other reason than to make themselves feel important.

Type 4: Psychiatry, obvs. Who else would appreciate being in the midst of constant melancholy? Raw emotions and vulnerability do not scare them, but they may hide their own self-consciousness behind a mask of caring about others’ feelings. They secretly hope that in counseling patients they will one day uncover their own identity and significance. Some will be aloof because they see their emotions as being deeper or more complex than their patients’, and thus should be a burden they bear quietly. Others will embrace their individuality and fluid identity and use it to show the exact persona their patient needs at a certain time. (Note: I worked with these 2 psychs in medical school. One gave zero clues to his own inner workings but you could tell there was some deep blue something there. The other wore Miss Frizzle type dresses and would laugh histrionically with one patient, cuss out the next, and weep with the next.)

Type 5: Pathology or Neurology. Following the stereotype, if they have to interact with people they should either be dead or be part of a really interesting puzzle. Pathologist Fives love their hospital basement offices where nobody bothers them all day. The neurologist is patient with people only because she likes to play “map that lesion” secretly when she examines them. Fives could also be Family Practitioners or internists (the kind who won’t give up until they figure out your diagnosis), Radiologists (less peopling and stress, more quiet and chill time), Anesthesiologists (sleeping patients are good patients), or Ophthalmologists (it’s dark in there and you probably can’t see them clearly. This is ideal for forced Peopling ™ because it adds a layer of secrecy).

*Caveat: But Wayfaring, aren’t you a 5? Yes I am! But I’m a social subtype of 5 so I’m a bit more open to human interaction. My personal need for knowledge is tempered by my 6 wing which needs to consider lots of possible scenarios for every patient, so I’m more focused on being competent in a wide variety of subjects rather than needing to know everything about one thing. I have a hard time with the peopling sometimes, so I tend to spend my off time alone recharging.

Type 6: phobic 6: Hospitalist. This doc obsessively checks his patients’ vitals and labs a dozen times a day for fear of missing something. They don’t just read imaging reports, they pour over the scans just to make sure the radiologist didn’t miss anything. Their documentation has all the right phrases to protect them from malpractice lawsuits and Medicare fraud allegations. Patient is in for simple cellulitis? Call Infectious Disease anyway. Consult nephrology because the vanc will probably jack up the patient’s renal function. Consult ortho because the cellulitis overlies a joint and maybe it’s infected too. Consult palliative team because the patient is 89 and a full code. Check a pregnancy test because patient is female. Who cares if she’s 89? Consult everyone. It could be lupus after all.

Counterphobic 6: ER or Trauma surgery. Everything could go wrong, so might as well jump right in and assume it already has.

Type 7: Emergency. They need variety to keep them going. Somehow they manage multiple crashing patients at the same time, flitting from room to room and putting in orders on the fly. Though they look scattered and disorganized they are great multitaskers and can anticipate which patient will need intubating soon and have already planned what they will do when the 3 car pileup victims roll in 5 minutes from now. If they keep their wheels spinning too long, though, they’re highly prone to burnout.

Type 8: Surgery. Probably Trauma surgery. They’re direct and they know what to do immediately in a crisis. This doctor loves the challenge of the unknown and the opportunity to run a team. They might come across as abrasive when they’re working, but they do great work and want the team to succeed.

Type 9: Primary Care Family or Internal Medicine. Likely in Urgent Care or a concierge practice. You want antibiotics and steroids? They know they aren’t indicated but they don’t wanna rock the boat. Here’s your Rx. Prime specialty would be palliative care. Everyone gets what makes them happy!

[sakura-blossom28]

Modern Day Romance

Chapter 2

Here’s chapter 2! I love Gaara, he’s my favorite character so this was really fun to write! Sorry his history is a little long I tried to make it as close to what it really was with it being modern au! Let me know what you think!! Don’t own Naruto!

Ch 1 /

Dating had not come easily for Gaara.  He was always alone, aloof, and reserved in showing any emotions.  Well, that’s how he used to be.  His upbringing had been a real struggle for his family.  When his mother passed away during his birth, it put a real strain on the family.  Instead of coming together with his father and siblings, they slowly drifted apart.  Being shut out by his own family lead Gaara down a dark and violent path.  With no supervision and access to their family’s wealth from a famous fashion magazine, Gaara was able to fuel early addictions that his young body could not tolerate.  

Gambling had started his descent into his spiral out of control.  By the time he was ten Gaara had started placing bets on games and dice in back allies behind the liquor stores in town, but the thrill of winning wasn’t enough.  Eventually, he found his way to street fights.  He was good of course from constantly fighting for years, but one night he bit off more than he could chew.  The pain was unbearable, but that fight, in particular, had knocked Gaara’s brain around so much that something finally clicked.  He needed to stop all of this, drinking, drugs, fighting.  It all needed to stop.  

Only at the sight of his siblings surrounding him with tears in their eyes did it all come together for him.  All the times that he thought they didn’t care about him, didn’t he notice the concerned looks in their eyes?  When he came home late at night, wasn’t there always some food and pain medicine left at the kitchen table? Seeing his brother and sister in such a state over him made him realize that he had acted cruelly towards them.  They were scared of their own brother and he wanted to change that, but how?

He looked over to his father and did not see any emotions of caring in his eyes.  More embarrassment at the situation.  Maybe some relationships couldn’t change, but as long as Gaara could have his siblings that would be enough for him.  He had no desire to attempt to change his relationship with his father, but it might be easier to deal with him if Temari and Kankuro started to like Gaara more.

“You’ve done enough to sully the family name.  You will be sent away to learn how to behave like a proper human being.  No discussions, you’re leaving as soon as you’re discharged,” his father said in a stern voice.  They locked eyes to see who would drop first in a struggle for dominance.  Gaara was the first, but he only closed his eyes.  

“Yes.  I will agree to that,” Gaara said quietly while keeping his eyes closed.   His father turned to walk out of the room, but when he heard Gaara’s voice again he stopped dead in his tracks.  

“Thank you… Father,” Gaara had not addressed his father with any form of a name since he was about six.  Hearing those words shocked Gaara’s father to his core.  The room went totally silent with everyone else holding their breath.   Their father relaxed his shoulders and said, “Temari, find a suitable program… for your brother,” and he left without looking back at them.  That was the first time that Gaara had been acknowledged as part of the family by their father.  Yes, this was a change that Gaara needed…

X

Years later Gaara finished his rehabilitation with the help of his siblings.  They had found a wonderful program that focused on violent behaviors and also allowed Gaara to go to school and earn a high school degree.  It was a school located out in the desert and it helped Gaara connect to himself and others in the program.  He was able to write letters to his siblings and that’s how they repaired their broken relationships and learned to care for each other again.  Not only was the staff educated on how to help Gaara emotionally, but they also taught him better ways to channel his anger.  

After graduating Gaara returned home.  He had picked up the knack of gardening and especially enjoyed cacti.  It helped him remember everything he learned.  He also took up material arts which was offered at the school.  Gaara was not surprisingly good at his new hobby, but he also made his first friend.  On the first day of lessons, Gaara had knocked Lee, the teacher’s assistant, around a bit too much, he had so much frustration built up that he lost control.  Gaara was so distraught about the whole situation he visited Lee in the hospital.  He expected to be run out by the teacher, but when he walked in Guy and Lee all smiled at Gaara.  He was so confused, but it felt so nice to be smiled at that Gaara stayed and got to know Lee.  On their way out of the hospital, Guy had said something that Gaara would never forget.  

“If you hadn’t come and visited Lee to make sure he was okay I would have kicked you off the team and reported back to the school that you might be unable to change, but the fact that you did speaks volumes.  You have a willingness to be a good person.  Keep working on yourself, listen to your teachers and people will accept you.  I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but it will be worth it in the end when you are surrounded by people who truly love you,” Gui patted him on the shoulder, flashed him a toothy grin and thumbs up and ran off down the block.  Gaara hadn’t had any form of affection in years and he craved more.

X

Being on a dating app was not Gaara’s idea of fun.  He barely kept up with his own personal social media accounts, except for his secret page about his small garden.  Temari and Kankuro had created the profile for him.  Kankuro was a photographer for their father’s magazine and Temari was a designer for the label as well.  Most of his pictures on the profile were taken by Kankuro.  He often posed for his brother because he enjoyed spending time with his family, even though they all started fighting as the session dragged on.  No one could take charge.  Their father had every attention to give the company to Gaara after he earned his degree, but Gaara knew that was not the life he wanted to live.

When he walked into his father’s office when he was eighteen, walking tall and had an air of confidence about him, his father was shocked at the man before him.  Gaara was calm and spoke from his heart about how he had no intention of taking over the company, but wanted to go to school to become a therapist to help people that were like him.  And that’s exactly what he did.  His father saw that there would be no changing his mind, and he didn’t have the strength to argue anyway with the shock still rattling his brain that Gaara was this new person.

So here Gaara was sitting in his apartment looking at different girls in his area.  Life was going well and Temari felt it was time he finally found a nice girl to pull the stick out of his butt.  Gaara had never had a serious girlfriend before.  Only casual flings, but they never heald his attention for very long.  They normally weren’t a fan of his uncaring facade.  Secretly, he was still worried about being rejected like he was with his family so many years ago.  Was he willing to trust someone with such intimate feelings to have them leave if they didn’t like what they saw in him?  He was only overthinking everything because of his job.  Sure he helped people with addiction, but they also had their own struggles with relationships.  He was just awful at taking his own advice.

He did feel this was better than meeting some girl at a bar.  He didn’t typically go out much, but Kankuro insisted some nights to be his wing-man.  It was enjoyable to watch his brother fail at picking up women.  Temari was also no help.  She only recommended women who were like her and those women happened to be a bit too intimidating for Gaara.  At least on these dating apps, he could talk to the women first before deciding if they were annoying or not.  

Gaara didn’t have a type, but he did seem to be attracted to women who smiled openly in their pictures.  As he was scrolling he got a notification from one of his dating-apps.  Sakura liked your picture!  Tap to match!  He hadn’t gotten a like in what felt like forever.  Probably another goth girl who would find him boring once they started talking.  With his look of mostly wearing black, Gaara attracted a certain type of woman.  He dressed professionally while at work but during his downtime, Temari gave him everything that was off the rack that she thought that he would like.  These girls thought he was a fashion guru, but he disappointed them time and again when he admitted that someone picked them out for him and he really didn’t care about labels.  They seemed to ghost him after that.

When he opened the app he was met with a bright smile and sea glass green eyes that were like his own, but these eyes were filled with happiness.  Gaara’s caught his breath when he looked at this girl Sakura.  She was nothing like the girls who liked him before.  Sakura was all sunshine and bright colors from her pink hair to her clothes.  She was a nurse and enjoyed sweets and being outside.  What surprised Gaara the most was what picture she had liked.  

It was the very last picture on his profile and the only picture of him smiling.  He was embarrassed when Temari insisted that she HAD to put in on.  It was a dinner party a few months ago that Temari had thrown to announce her engagement to her longtime boyfriend Shikamaru.  Lee had eaten something a little too spicy for his liking and was being his ridiculous self and Gaara just had to laugh at his misfortune.  The fact that this girl Sakura looked at his whole profile and liked his picture was thrilling to Gaara.  He had to talk to this girl, she seemed different if she liked a guy like him.

His hands started to type out a message before he realized what he was doing and pressed send to match with a Sakura Haruno...

Ch 3 

[himbo-buckley]

“Keeping Young Heroes Safe from Harm (Mostly) For Over Three Millennia!”

A short drabble that popped into my head and wouldn’t leave, based on the Percy Jackson books, timeline wise set after the last Last Olympian but before the Lost Hero, since I never read that. You technically don’t have to have read the books to understand this, but for reals you guys, love yourself and read them!

(And nope, this will most likely never be continued which is why I’m posting only on tumblr.)

(Also if you hate it, go yell at @inkbloodpaperandbone who came up with the general idea and told me to go write this. It’s not my fault I am easy to persuade, guys!)

(And if anyone else feels the need to continue this, please be my guest, but drop me a link cause I really wanna read all the Percy Jackson AUs)

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„Okay, what’s wrong?“ Maddie asks, striding up to Buck with an exasperated expression on her face that quickly morphed into concern. Apparently Hen hadn’t actually been exaggerating when she sent Maddie to check on her brother because ‚she knew medicine of the body not of the mind‘!

Evan sat at the creek looking glum, a group of nymphs nearby, aw-ing at him and his cloths looking like something he actually bought and hadn’t altered. There is also the birthmark visible on his face, which was usually obscured by magic because Evan didn’t consider it pretty. Maddie never understood that, but then again Maddie wasn’t a child of Aphrodite and therefore only as vain as any normal eighteen year old teenager.

„Is this about Abby?“ She tries after a pause, hoping it wasn’t. She’d never been a fan of the daughter of Iris, especially not after she entered a relationship with her more than two years younger brother and even though Maddie never dared say it, she was glad when the older girl had decided to not return this year and break up with Buck, instead deciding to spent the summer before with her human friends.

Buck didn’t look up, but he did shake his head no.

Maddie tried not to look too visibly relieved.

Sitting down next to her brother, she looked around instead. Her hands absentmindedly ran through the grass around, which looked a little wilted from being stepped on. Using her powers she willed some of it to regrow, smiling when a little flower appeared, then repeating the process with the rest of the grass surrounding them. Once she was satisfied the earth around them would not take any permanent damage from being sat on she looked up again, taking in the rest of their surroundings.

Buck had chosen a spot at the creek between the arts and craft and the volleyball field, where - oh, the volleyball field.

„So it’s about Eddie then,“ she says looking over to the field where game of Volleyball was currently descending into a brawl, Eddie only visible for his fairly slender figure and the fact that he was trying to break up the fight (which was unusual for a child of the war god) while Lena, their counselor, looked on, laughing.

Buck’s head whips up so fast a mere mortal might have broken their neck, Maddie thinks. His eyes look red as if he had been crying but his face is dry.

„They made fun of me during sword fighting,“ Buck finally admits.

Maddie sighs, trying not restart their old fight, „They always make fun of you during sword fighting.“

And it was the truth because Buck, being a child of Aphrodite, was not a natural fighter, no matter him having inherited their father’s built or the general skills of a demigod, but Buck still liked to try and while he was getting better, it was no where near, say, a child of Ares might learn. Who were usually the ones teaching.

„Yeah and usually Eddie tells me to ignore them, but -„ Buck stopped himself, once again looking down.

Maddie looked back at the Volleyball court where the game was apparently about to resume and the man (well, boy really, Eddie was barely seventeen himself) in question was purposely not looking their way despite Buck being just as visible from the court as he was from the creek.

„Did something happen between you two?“ She dared to ask after a few moments of silence. It was far more quiet than anything else said before, despite the nymphs not being close enough to hear. But just to be safe.

Buck shook his head, „He just - he hasn’t to me since the first day and it’s been nearly a week and I don’t know what I did wrong!“ His voice got louder with each word until he was nearly yelling, frustration so very evident.

(The people on the court ignored it, though.)

And oh, yeah, that explained the mood. Because even as an eleven year old Eddie had always tried to talk to the younger boy, despite Buck originally not liking Eddie what with him already being so much better at fighting and so well liked especially for a child of Ares and (which was the death blow, really) being brought in by Christopher who Buck not so secretly seemed to consider *his* satyr.

But then all it had taken was a small quest of transporting something that might blow up made by Hephaestus and Eddie asking Buck to come along („Because you know all about monsters, right?“) for them to become best friends ever since - growing into maybe a little more ever since Abby had broken up with Buck a few months ago.

(Well, as much as a relationship could evolve that only existed via letters and postcards, because while Buck and Maddie stayed year round, Eddie actually left to live with his grandmother in LA at the end of every summer - and they only got to visit each other about twice a year in between, what with flights being not that cheep and demigods technically having no place in California and LA specifically.)

„Everything was normal that first day,“ Buck continues, clearly unaware of Maddie’s trip down memory lane, „We talked about what we did the past few week and what we wanted to do this summer and he told me again about his break up with Shannon, but then Taylor Kelley came by because I promised to study with her and he refused to talk to me ever since!“

„Taylor Kelley, as in the daughter of Tyche and the first person you hooked up with since Abby left after pining for several weeks, that Taylor Kelley?“ Maddie asked a little disbelieving. Surely her brother couldn’t be that dense.

„Yeah,“ He said, or rather asked a completely innocent look on her face, „Why?“

And Maddie tried and failed not to laugh, „Because that, my dear child of the goddess of love, means that I am probably right and Eddie likes you just as much as you like him!“

Buck frowns, „ Why woul - oh, he’s jealous, isn’t he?“
Maddie nods, „Yes. Maybe you should go talk to him after supper today?“
And she wants to propose talking about what exactly Buck might tell Eddie but she never got that far as her brother had already gotten up, striding across the grass in huge steps, undoing all of Maddie’s earlier work.

„Hey, asshole, stop ghosting me and start talking!“ Buck yelled still a few steps away, making Maddie scramble to her feet and rush after her brother.

Oh, this was going to be a train wreck, wasn’t it?

[ayakashiramblings]

ABC NSFW Headcanons: Koga Kitamikado

So... in my absence, the only time I went on ARR was to vote for Koga and Aoi. And I just realized one of my top boys is literally at the top! Hence, I’m going to do a super late tribute... 

ALPHABETICAL STYLE!!!

... I’m so sorry for ‘D’ though. Click on ‘Keep Reading’ to NOT SEE IT.

A - ‘Aftercare’ (What they’re like after sex)

Once you’ve been intoxicated by Koga… YOU GET EVEN MORE DRUNK WITH SAKE.

Seriously, a nightcap is what ends a nice round of magic… because he has much more in store!

“I’ve rolled the die to give me a one! That’s super odd!”

Goddamnit, kiss this dork, please. 

Because only amongst soft kisses will the both of you be lulled to sleep.

B - ‘Body’ (Body Part of Yours he Loves)

Your head.

… Wait, no, not like that. Sort of. Hmm...

It’s just that he wants to be closer to you and he’s extremely soft for forehead touches during these tender moments. 

Feels like that’s where you share everything, your thoughts, your deepest secrets... everything. 

C - ‘Cum’ (How does his cum taste like/look like)

You know what? I think it’s pretty good.

At first, I wasn’t certain because he is a sake lover and that will affect the taste.

Plus, he didn’t really say what he likes in Hot Pot, although I’m guessing it has to include thinly sliced meat and leafy vegetables. The thing is beef isn’t good but if he pairs it with the right non-cruciferous veggies, it could come out decently.

Another thing I’ve noticed is his regular food intake. Sure, it’s called an old man’s diet like what Kuya says but pickles and rice for breakfast are good if you want extra flavour.

So it’s one of the tops in the list for the fact it has enough volume with a taste that isn’t bitter, salty or sweet. It’s just... 

Warm. 

D - ‘Dirty Secret’ (DUH)

He hates peaches but...

Your butt... is like the only kind of peach he would ever consider eating. 

Brown peach, peachy peach, pale peach, green peach and whatever the colour your panties are today, he’s going to really secretly enjoy the fuzzy texture but also silently HATE that the closest comparison is his least favourite fruit. 

E - ‘Experience’ (Does he know what he is doing?)

He’s had a few partners but that doesn’t negate the fact that he literally takes any challenge by... the horns. 

He does go to the Entertainment sector but honestly, he’d get closer to the sake bottles then the women there first.

That said, he’s very observant and can suss out any sensitive zones you have to get you screaming all night is all I’m saying. 

F - ‘Favorite Position’ (Again, duh)

Don’t kill me. 

But it’s the CowGirl position.

Not only does he get to see you in all of your magnificent, unclothed glory... (or maybe with clothes? It’s up to you, hun.)

But there’s something about a strong woman just topping him that makes him go wild, especially when she uses his horns to guide him to her entrance as she sinks down on him.

G - ‘Goofy’ (Serious or humorous?)

Dude, expect the both of you to burst out in ridiculous giggles if any supposedly sexy line comes out wrongly.

“Hey, Koga, are you feeling... horny?”

“Depends, are we going to be thoroughly... purified in the shower?”

H- ‘Hair under THERE’ (Pubic Hair Treatment, does the carpet match the shades?)

He does get uncomfortable if any hair on him gets too long for... certain reasons. 

So yup, don’t expect a bush.

It’s interesting how the middle is entirely crimson red while the surround curls are black but Koga sometimes wonders if his lower part is bleeding as a result. 

I - Intimacy

Ladies and gentlemen, the #1 in intimacy. 

He really... really... REALLY does not want to ever lose you again so he keeps his body so close to yours.

Every time he recalls the past inferno, he would be sure to drown out the memories by stroking the flames of passion with his fingertips against your skin. 

And he will check that your eyes are still full of life, even when both of you are in the midst of a climax.

J-Jack Off (Masturbation)

Honestly? Maybe once in a blue moon last time.

This man has had to deal with running businesses, establishing connections, terrible nightmares of losing his woman, and controlling his Carnage. As cheery as he is, he’d rather dedicate his free time to helping the Capital.

Until he met you NOT dying in his arms. Now, he had to give in to these sudden carnal urges that are coming at him with full force to make up for his lack of horny times in his teens. Usually, he tries to satiate them with actually having you but if you are busy, he will do so.

K- Kinks (One or two of his kinks)

Get his horns. 

Have I emphasized it enough? 

No? 

GRAB THEM.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office. 

A certain spot will be designated, far away from the precious books that he has accumulated but always near the spot where he can nap for just a short while... 

Only to be reminded of your sweet moans, flushed face and great, now he’s wide awake and has to work off that desire... 

BY DOING MORE WORK.

... Kuya decides to invite you more often to the house because he is getting really tired of seeing Koga not actually taking a break. 

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Canonically, he gets jealous easily. Like, he actually beats Aoi in that department. 

Mention Toichiro giving you a beautiful kimono, Kuya sleeping at your place, Past! Koga giving you a book... wait, what?

Yeah, you catch the drift. No matter who it is, he’s going to want to reaffirm your feelings for him afterwards. 

Oh, but the ultimate turn-on is you beating him in a drinking contest.

... God, I’m making him sound like an alcoholic.

N - ‘No’ (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Absolutely. No. Sharp objects. 

Not only will they hurt you, but he’s also worried that if he himself gets pricked, the Carnage will act up.

He IS kinda into the thought of you wielding a sword though.

O- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

The God of Giving. He gives so, so, so much. 

Whatever did we do to earn this deity?

Ok, to be honest, it was hard at first because he was worried about the horns poking your thighs and tried to do it as a human at first. 

Until you insisted that he be comfortable and try working out the best position for both of you. 

Do suck him right though. He won’t deny his love for a good blowjob. 

He’s even turned the idea of mutual masturbation into a game - who can make the other come first? The winner gets a prize (probably who is going to save everyone else’s asses next time)

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Koga tries not to be rough, considering both of your... er... jobs and shared tragedy together. 

If you grab his horns though... you asked for it. 

Suddenly, he is thrusting into you so hard that you get sent a little higher up the sheets, the bedding getting more wrinkled and... soaked with certain body fluids. 

He’s going to give you make-up kisses to the hip area though because of a guilty conscience... and also to admire how you are still quivering from the aftermath.

Ultimately has a good balance between slow and sensual sex to rough and rapid romping in bed.

Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

Poor soldier. 

Poor COMRADE OF YOURS.

This is his ultimate battle.

To take you right here, right now and bang like there is no tomorrow when technically they only have 10 minutes in some random closet...

Or to patiently and painfully wait for the sake of public decency (and sanitation) where you can be together without being seen? 

Taking you here in the middle of a hallway during a Gala sounds great but so does waiting until you’re behind closed doors so you can be free with those beautiful lips of yours.

Ultimately, the risk factor is what turns him to quickies if he’s particularly flirty but for more serious times, he’s definitely going to whisk you away somewhere for only the two of you.

R - Risks (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

... You know... we are talking about Koga Kitamikado, right?

It’s just a matter of what KIND of risk you guys want to take. A public one, a sex-toy related adventure...

The list can go on PROVIDED neither of you gets hurt.

S - ‘Stamina’ (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

The Carnage does take a toll on this aspect but Koga is an entrepreneur for a reason.

Let his fingers & tongue please you during the moments he has to recharge in between 3 rounds. 

T - ‘Toy’ (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

… Good god, he knows the owner.

But that’s the thing. 

Just because he knows it, unless you’ve expressed interest, he’s going to take things into his own very, very, very capable hands.

U - ‘Unfair’ (How much they like to tease)

Oh, he does tease you if you are acting particularly shy despite being completely nude and fully invested in intercourse.

He’s not going to be as bad a certain fox but he does love seeing you flustered if he hits a certain ticklish spot.

V- Volume (Do they moan/grunt?)

He really hates to admit it but you’ve been the only one to get ANYTHING out from him.

It’s even worse because even Koga can’t deny how animalistic he sounds.  

Growls, grunts, & groans, everything rumbles from him through you in the closest moment.

W - ‘Wildcard’ (Random Headcanon)

Medicine is not the only thing Koga is getting from Yura once you come in. 

No, but seriously, ever since you have given him those tea leaves, he has been hooked on aromatherapy and would like to incorporate that in your sex lives. 

It helps that there are some nice essential oils and massage lotions that help both of you get slick and ready.

Yura can’t judge him because... huehue...

X - ‘X-ray’ (How is the package?)

… I am too embarrassed. Let’s just say he has hit the double-digit integer in inches. 

But if you look at how I ranked him amongst the Dawn and Twilight factions, you know it’s gooD.

Yes, that ‘d’ letter was capitalized. A Capital D for the Man who loves the Capital.

Y - ‘Yearning’ (How high is his sex drive?’)

Before meeting you? His yearning was high… particularly, the yearning to die.

Same, my boy, same.

So honestly, it’s been sort of turned off although he could feel the biological urge and go get someone to relieve him of the ‘baggage’.

Upon meeting you, suddenly he has to adjust his sword hilt and... his other sword.

Z - ‘Zzzz…’ (How fast do they fall asleep?)

Honestly, he’s going to have trouble sleeping the first few times. 

Man is busy and working off that sexual energy just converts his strength to do something else.

Hence, the introduction of sake to share a lovely drink, a lovely moment and a lovely MOMENT TO FINALLY REST... with you!

[rosecorcoranwrites]

Library Life: Dewey Made Easy

Last time, I discussed call numbers on youth literature. Today, I tackle nonfiction, which is organized according to Dewey Decimal Classification (DDC, for short). Unfortunately, some people hear the phrase “Dewey Decimal System” and give up on the spot, sure that this century-and-a-half old system is far too cumbersome for the laymen to work with. Not so! And, as someone who is positively in love with nonfiction, I’m here to tell you how to navigate it.

See, Melvil Dewey was obsessed with simplification and classification, even from his youth. He decided that there ought to be a way to categorize all human knowledge, and so created his decimal system. There are ten main classes, broken into a thousand subclasses—these are the numbers to the left of the decimal point in any nonfiction call number you come across. The numbers to right of the decimal, in the tenths, hundredths, thousandths, and so on places, are even smaller, more specific categories. Essentially, Dewey found a way to place any subject into a large category, and then specify where it should live by creating more and more little sub-sub-sub categories. Brilliant!

But you don’t have to know any of that.

I brought it up to give a little history, and to pay Dewey his due. What you need to know is, DDC works like a number line.

Let’s say you look up a book in a library catalog, and it says 170.44 PET for the call number. First, you would go to the 100s section, close to the beginning of nonfiction, and travel past the 140s, 150s, and 160s until you get to 170. Easy! Then you travel past the 170s with no decimal (because they are secretly 170.0; who said you’ll never use math in real life!), past 170.1, 170.2, and 170.3 until you get to 170.4. And then, realizing that 170.44 is larger than 170.4 (that is, 170.44 > 170.40), you keep on going, stopping just before you get to 170.45. Hazzah! 170.44! Think of it like a number line, and you can find anything.

Now, the library which I work in is pretty small, so in general, once you find the number, you’ve pretty much found the book you’re looking for. Some sections, though, are much larger, so we’ll need to use those three letters after the decimal, which stand for the authors last name. Take most true crime, which is 364. Let’s say you want to read Devil in the White City, by Erik Larson, and the catalog says its call number is 364.1 LAR. You find DDC number 364.1. In fact, you find a whole shelf of it! All you have to do is go alphabetically, looking at the letters of all these various crime authors until you get to LAR for “Larson”. Easy! Bigger libraries use a combo of letters and numbers—called "cutter numbers"—to represent the author, but they still go alphabetically and numerically, and follow the alphabet/number-line pattern.

Of a final note, some nerds like me like to not just find individual books, but to actually browse nonfiction. Thus, it can be helpful to learn what the numbers mean, at least in your particular area of interest, whether that’s history (900s), medicine (610s), or the paranormal (001.9, 133, and 398). Wikipedia has a nice break down of all one thousand. So give Dewey a try; you just might find your next favorite book!

[spacebookettes]

Witch

The Witch had strange objects the local people said. In her cottage. Warm metals. Smooth tools. Strange rocks. The Witch had long realised the potential of leaving these seemingly alien objects out in her cottage. The locals suspicious, but also grateful for future knowledge that helped them. Of course the old matriarchs of the small villages must be respected and kept distant. Politely shyly asked for help with some medieval problem. This Witch was especially good. She used only slight chanting and incantation; strange objects though she always seemed to have for any medieval problem.

The Witch used the intimidation of the old matriarchs in the medieval country to keep people away.

One of the locals had taken something once upon a time. The Witch held her smartphone and tracked the distance to the missing object. A foolish local was swiping the bleeping metal square with a strap. It had familiar numbers, though the local could not read letters. A line of words pinged onto the front of the metal square and a picture of a black cat, meant the thief had shockingly dropped the Witches possession. A Witches cat is not to be messed with. The local ran out of their draughty hiding place. The Witch retrieved the special object later, and the local wouldn’t go near the Witches cottage ever again.

The Witch had special knowledge that helped her in her predicament. Somehow her van had wandered into the past. She had been on her way to fix some electronic parts of the future. Though the Witch never made it to her future destination. The road had gotten bumpy. Muddy. No tarmac. The van had bounced along the suddenly old world lanes with terrified people in costume. It’s not Halloween the soon to be Witch thought. The headlights stretched out onto a stone remnant of a building. A large agricultural building was still vaguely intact and luckily uninhabited. Later the local farmer would come to learn to tolerate his new tenant in the once broken down farm buildings, long abandoned.

The Witch had walked the muddy lane, many times, looking for some sign of modern civilisation. All she’d found was an old can of cola she remembered she had thrown out of her van window when the road had become muddled. Oh how the Witch longed for a can of cola, even the cheap pretend colas. In fact the Witch dreamed of lovely E numbers; packaged nutrient lacking delights occupied the Witches longing dreams. Sometimes she’d sniff the hidden empty found can for remembrance of past artificial wonders. DEEP FRIED POTATO.

The End

By Peter Stringer

The Town

A Witch was needed. The best Witch was summoned. The Witch rode on horse back, her van concealed so not to scare anyone again. A great black steed was the Witches transportation. She thundered through the peaty green past world of her new home. Inspiring the local women who decided their lifestyle was unfairly balanced. An occasional girl thundered through the heathers of the past landscape. No one dare stop them. A medieval Amazonian culture was forming. Tribes of women would one day decide the fate of the colder green countries. Warm blooded invaders position in history contested.

But this particular town had a royal visitor in need. A royal visitor who had heard of a provincial woman; who could help her. Immortality the royal woman had wanted: an aged royal woman who had once been as strong as any man. She had kept this country secure in one of the most treacherous deceitful parts of history. She now wanted to go on into history the queen forever. The Witch gave her one piece of advice... “don’t trust the medieval medicine. You will live longer. Eat little meat a few times a week. Make vegetation your main food source, be kind to the people and they will remember you always. Try not to murder too many objectors.”

The End

By Peter Stringer

A Boy and his Witch

The boy mashed some greenery. Easier for his witch to eat. She hadn’t been able to get out of the bed recently. “It needs herbs" the witch orded, the boy took the greenery back downstairs. The witch was old, so was the boy.

The boy turned on the whale sounds; the witch made herself comfortable: she imagined they were arguing, she had no idea what whale arguments would be about and her imagination was not graphic. The witch drifted off into a contented sleep.

Her old wife recipes. The boy skipped through the mostly memorised book and found rock cakes. “not bad” the witch said, but “i had hoped for Toad in the Hole".

A parrot said something rude; the boy told it to fuck off. “that’s not how you talk to animals" the bed squawked.

“Leave the cobwebs" the witch orded as the boy lunged a broom at the corners of the ceiling. “the little darlings are welcome here. They need a home in the winter and it doesn’t hurt us to provide it.”

The boy searched the internet for a companion. A love poem he'd found in the back of the recipes. He wrote out to the letter in his dating profile.

The witch slept a lot. The boy spent more time searching for a companion. No one had answered his poem. He started deleting the profile, the poem slowly disappeared. The poem was working in his subconscious. Unbeknownst to him, he was rewriting it. Making the the strange little paragraphs to him enchanting.

Just drifting off on the couch the boy had an idea, he grabbed for the e ink paper tablet. A new adapted poem sprang from the electronic stylus. Hidden in amongst the ideas for some time... he found it, one evening, while skimming by candle light. His new herbal air plug-in squirted some exotic concoction into the room. He started reciting the poem. The candles flickered when he reached the end of the scrawled writing. A ping from his smartphone. One app he had not deleted.

The End

By Peter Stringer

The Twenty First Century Woman

The Twenty First Century Woman was lost in space. Fifty thousand years she had been sleeping in her drifting space shuttle. A great galactic light ship stumbled across her, a once in a universe chance.

The Woman was a smoker. Though no longer. No tobacco in this future. In fact Earth was no longer. And tobacco had not been saved.

The Woman struggled with the new culture. The Woman had grown up as a warrior, living in a time of great skirmish. The Woman only knew how to be violently helpful. The future was now peaceful. Great lightships searched the universe for knowledge. And the Woman’s knowledge was no longer needed. The Woman kept her armour and secretly wore it. This future people expected her to adapt to the minimalism they lived by. Her hair no longer ragged. The war grime long gone from her fingers. The Woman fought old battles in her imagination; The Woman invented new ones.

The news of this future was always peaceful. Preoccupied with science. No conflict to excite the Woman. The sports were un-robust. What had happened.

No aliens to fight with. This universe had only humans, for now.

The twentieth century Woman wished for a time machine so she could have purpose. How had humanity changed so vastly. The Woman searched the human history. There was no mention of the old skirmish, no documentation of the warrior people. The epic battles were missing. No one had any answers for her. They knew nothing of this history.

The Woman went down to her old space shuttle. Its ancient weapons still charred from discharge. She took out her shuttle, an asteroid field made for target practice. Some people on the light ship were observing the crude blasters. “old worldly exciting" The Woman flew into the asteroids, the hazardous navigation with the older technology was thrilling. Death around any next rock face. Blasting pretend rock enemies. The observers became bored of the oldy worldy distraction quickly, it’s novelty they felt held little scientific interest. So a lonely Woman was left to her war games.

To be continued.

By Peter Stringer

[tiaragqueen]

Yandere One Punch Man Headcanons Pt. 2

99-nct asked: “If it’s not too much to ask, could you do a couple more for characters like Garou and Amai mask (with maybe some s-class heroes)?”

Anon asked: “Hello!! Can I please please get a yandere garou headcanons, tyy :)”

As per requests, I’ve decided to write the second part of Yandere OPM headcanons. I admit, Garou was a little hard for me to imagine but he certainly has a yandere potential. So, I apologize if it’s not up to your liking. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it!

If you like my writing, please support me on ko-fi!

Amai Mask

Pretty boy... I honestly love his short hair more than the long one

Probably the busiest yandere out of the others

Vain

You might catch his interest due to your strong power and beauty

Though I can see him liking a celebrity as well

But you know, cameras are on them all the time

So it decreases his chance of ‘owning’ you

Amai Mask is very generous, you see

There’s nothing he won’t buy for you

Clothes? Just take them

Cars? Pick any brand you want

Vacations? Where do you have in mind, darling?

Tries to organize his time evenly, but fails miserably

I mean, he's still human and juggles tons of jobs

Hero, model, actor, singer

Each needs his attention just as much

It’s hard to be organized when you always have something to do

But it’s a hidden blessing, you know

You can escape anytime he goes to work

Which is almost all the time, to be honest

But you gotta know that he’s famous and therefore, has many connections

You can escape to other countries and he'll be there to bring you back

Or one of his lackeys

Or even his GODDAMN fans

Whoever and whichever works the best

He’s not delusional per se

More like he doesn’t understand why do you want to leave after he provides you with literally everything you need

Though, not exactly self-aware either

Harsh in punishing

Bondage, starvation, isolation you name it

Prefer sexual punishment than physical one

Merciless in killing anyone who even injures you in the slightest

Especially monsters

Has a burning hatred in everything he deems evil and ugly

And anyone who taints your beauty shall not live long on his hands

Definitely obsessed and possessive with you

Likes to mark you

He’s not too forceful in showing you off

Because he knows that you’re his

The world knows, all heroes know, his fans know

You literally have no chance in escaping

So you might as well give up and start enjoying the luxury he happily bestow upon you

Before he takes them away

Garou

The first time I saw him I thought he was Bang's younger self

Surprisingly nice to kids

Therefore, he might be more attracted to younger partners

Won’t tolerate being looked down upon

A mere scolding is enough to set him off into an enraged state

So you have to tread carefully with him

Very carefully it’s ridiculous

It’s like walking on an extremely thin rope or a brittle ice with bubbling fire underneath

Which is his temper, by the way

Unless you’re feeling suicidal enough to get a taste of his anger

Doesn’t mind hurting you to prove his point

You might be one of those wallflowers as he hates popular ones

Despite that, he's always protecting you from any bullies

A good shoulder to cry on

He knows what it feels like to be bullied so he easily sympathizes with you

Yet, he often belittles your low self-esteem to disguise his good intentions

After all, he doesn’t want you to think that he’s gone soft on you

In a way, he’s like Tatsumaki but meaner

Sometimes you have to hold him back from fighting any heroes who have the misfortune on crossing paths with you

Absolutely wants to start a family with you at some point

It doesn’t matter if you’re not ready

He likes children and he wants one

So either he forces you to make love with him or adopt a child

Stalks you at all times

If anyone has the audacity to harm you, he’ll kill them right in front of you

Won’t lie and instead boast when you ask him if he’s stalking you

Not clingy, has too much pride for that

Possessive

But he doesn’t mind if people talk to you

As long as they keep the boundaries in mind, he stays chill

Like Saitama, Garou won’t kill humans

Unless provoked

Then again, who wants to provoke such a dangerous man?

He doesn’t get a nickname ‘Human Monster’ for nothing, you know?

Metal Bat

If his sister doesn’t like you, then he won’t

Depending on how you see it, it can be an advantageous situation for you

You just have to make yourself as unpleasant as possible

Then Bad would certainly release you

But he's not all temperamental and cockiness

He’s smarter than he looks

So he'll catch on your attempt rather quickly

Let’s just say that you’ll be traumatized so much you won’t be able to look at Zenko in the eye again

Hard on the outside, soft on the inside

Loves spoiling you

But he’s a little tsundere

Secretly clingy it’s almost endearing

Overprotective like hell

Sometimes stalk you from the shadows

He just wants to make sure that you’re okay all the time

Blushes heavily whenever you show any sign of affection to him

Not above threatening you, either

Quite terrible in lying, so subtle manipulation doesn’t come as easy for him

So he uses fear instead

Won’t force you to start a family with him

But wishes for it anyway

Sometimes comes to your apartment/house unannounced

Loves cooking for you

Especially when you’re the type who eats snacks all the time

He can easily excuse it as ‘you need to more healthy food’

If Zenko likes you, you’ll probably spend the majority of your time in their apartment

Thus giving him more chance to get close with you

Or if you’re a hero, then Bad will find a way to work together

It doesn’t matter if you refuse

Bad’s stubborn

Therefore you need to suck it up

Unless you want to suffer again

Zombieman

Serious and strict

Doesn’t really care about your feelings

Won’t hesitate to kidnap you

Secretive about his past

Very jealous

You can stab him all the time you want and he’ll still alive

He’s immortal, you see

Hence his name

So if you want to leave, you need to step up your game

And you can’t give any hint that you’re scheming something either

Intelligent with a detective-like thinking

If you even show the slightest odd behavior, then he'll immediately be suspicious  

However, he’s fairly forgiving

As long as you apologize sincerely and promise that you wouldn’t repeat that mistake

Openly shows his annoyance at your habits that he finds irritating

Such as eating greedily or with mouth open

Prefers modest partner than loud-mouthed ones

Thinks that they’re easier to be ‘taught’

Not at all bothered with death or gore

Doesn’t mind killing in your sight

Because you should get used to it now or force yourself to do it

A lone wolf

If someone is bothering you

Rest assured he’ll come home with their head as the ‘souvenir’

Suppose you’re a powerful hero

Might develop an inferiority complex to you

But he won’t show it, of course

Don’t be surprised if he asks you to be his sparring partner someday

Knows his limit very well

However, it doesn’t mean he’s giving up either

He'll create a plan

And when the time comes

Your enemies/anyone who harms you will disappear

King

Looks intimidating at first glance

A HUGE otaku

Don’t get me wrong, tho

He can bluff his way out of everything

Too much of a coward to actually kill a person or monster

But can be pretty possessive

Peacemaker

Doesn’t like to argue with you

Willing to throw away his stashes of otome games in exchange for your affection

Or if you show any sign of jealousy

Obsessive, secretly collects your photos or posters

Especially if you’re famous

Gaming together as a date

Always win

Unless you’re an expert like him too

Then be prepared for lots of rematches

Not that you complain

Dominant in public, submissive in bedroom

I feel like he’s suitable for a quietly assertive partner that seems submissive on the outside

Needs guidance because he’s pretty clueless in real relationship

That’s why you can easily escape from him

If you’re famous

Then he would be one of those obsessive fans

Always sending you love letters and tells you to stay healthy

Might stalk you too

But he always excuse it as ‘passing by’

And you’ll believe him of course

Because why would a hero like him stalk you?

You feel honored to have the strongest man on earth as your fan

Whenever he meets you by chance, he’d get tongue-tied

But it’s endearing

You’d never know that he’s a yandere

Mumen Rider

I know he’s not an S-class hero but I have a soft spot for him, okay? I mean, do you see how precious he is in this gif?

The subbiest yandere out of any yanderes

Like, he wants to do everything to ensure you’re comfortable with him

You want food at three in the morning? Okay, let me put on my helmet first

You’re feeling ill? What kind of medicine do you need?

Your feet hurt? Here, let me massage them for you

You’ll feel like you’re a royalty when dating him

Which is his intention by the way

He wants to make sure that your needs are met

Feels sad if you talk to other men or purposefully making him jealous

Because he’s done so much for you

He’ll take it that he needs to improve more

Extremely hardworking to the point of being a perfectionist

If you show the slightest displeasure towards something, especially if it’s his action, then he'll blame himself

Tends to ask or send you messages with ‘are you okay?’, ‘how are you feeling?’, or ‘do you need anything?’

Puts your feelings above his

Loyal

If someone bullying you, then he'll step in like a brave hero he is

He's weak compare to other heroes

But his determination is admirable

Dominant in bed

Only because he wants to make you feel good

However, he doesn’t mind giving the reins to you if you’re the dominant type

Loves to appreciate every inch of your body

Very supportive in any hobby you do, even if he doesn’t particularly like it

Won’t hesitate sacrificing himself should a danger ever arises

You often lecture him on the importance of self-preservation

If you ever save him, be it accidental or intentional

Then he'd be your BIGGEST fan

Like King, he'd send you love letters

Considerate and sympathetic

He'll charm you with his pure heart and sincere kindness

You don’t want to leave him

Because such a man is very rare amidst insincere heroes

Or maybe it’s just me but oh well

[wild-moony-joonie]

Soulmates:

 This was inspired by a fic by Ramabear, on Fanfiction.net, called “Continually adapting to stay alive.”

Author: Laura(me)

Warning: Sexual tension, XXtra gay.

Pairing(s): Kakashi/Shisui(Kakasui), Fugaku/Minato(Fugamina).

Synopsis: Kakashi had always wanted to taste the forbidden fruit, it just happened to come in the form of his soulmate.

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Kakashi had never been one to draw on himself with a pen, or a utensil of any kind for that matter, but yet he found his hips, thighs and shins covered with the black ink markings of a pen. He pressed his thighs together firmly, so to read the words crawling across his skin like small caterpillars forming a chain of black lettering across sinewy muscle. Kakashi leaned in, brushing his hand over the careful writing that most definitely wasn’t his own sloppy and disjointed handwriting.

“My aunt was giving me a history lesson on soulmates this afternoon, and she encouraged me to write to you, if you’re even there,”

A soulmate?! Kakashi’s eyes widened by a fraction of an inch, before quickly masking his expression, despite being the only living being in his apartment. This was of course, excluding his beloved plant, Mr. Ukki.

“So, I wrote to you. I hope this doesn’t bother you, I mean, I don’t really know who you are. You could be my aunt for all I know. Which would be a little weird honestly, but everyone’s got that hot aunt right? And she’s not technically my aunt, she’s like my mother’s cousin eight times removed. Anyway, I hope you have a good day. Or had. I don’t really know. And I apologize if any of this bothers you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll stop. Unless you write me back saying to stop, I won’t… Stop, that is”

Kakashi blinked in surprise, taking a moment to absorb his obviously bubbly and over enthusiastic soulmate, who seemed nothing like the kind of person he pictured himself falling in love with, when he had dreamed so vivaciously. He quickly resolved that any soulmate of his, would be wholly better off without his baggage that he had strapped to his chest and shoulders with strings of fate so strong, one couldn’t simply cut through them. So he continued to strip off the remainder of his clothing, and set off to his bathroom for a long scalding shower after his last grueling mission with his ANBU team.

Shisui had never thought he had a soulmate. He thought soulmates only happened to the lucky few who could find true love. But, as it turns out, Soulmates were increasingly common, especially among shinobi above the age of 10. So Shisui wrote. The very first time it vanished, he was ecstatic. So he wrote, and he wrote every single day. A good morning wish, every time he got up at the crack of dawn to train his newly discovered Sharingan. A wish for a good day, everytime he was feeling down. He wasn’t sure when the writing on his skin became a diary of his thoughts and everyday life, but soon he found himself writing spiraling paragraphs down his calves, and over his stomach, the words blurring into Shisui himself the longer and the more he wrote them. One day, he was feeling particularly lonely, so he reassured his Soulmate that they were not alone. He wrote the three most important words over and over again in whispering lines down his forearms, and continued until it snaked around his wrist, and over his hands on either arm, grateful for his ambidextrous gift.

Kakashi had been slipping off his forearm guards for a shower in the ANBU Locker room. His gory mask, and blood splattered armor needing a serious cleaning. As he washes off dried blood, tacky on his pale arms, he notices the words curling around his forearm over and over again, spiraling until is coils around his wrist like a possessive snake. These three words repeated incessantly, and iteration of the mantra he has been told is the best medicine. Or is that laughter?

“Senpai, looks like you’ve got an admirer.” Kakashi turns, to see the smiling face of Yamato greeting him as he steps out of the shower stall. Yamato is smiling, laughing at Kakashi and the words possessively scrawled around his wrists.

“Yeah, yeah. Talk all you want Yamato, you know you’re just jealous.” He says, in a light airy tone, suggesting indifference. Hiding the what little joy he finds in knowing someone cares. Shrugging on a light crewneck sweatshirt, Kakashi ties his sandals, and hurries on his way from the Black ops compound. But soon slows down, remembering what awaits him during slumber.

Shisui was late. So so so late. His team captain was going to kill him. He had been held up watching Sasuke and had forgotten entirely about the ANBU meeting that he had to attend that afternoon. He was sprinting towards the compound, arms pumping as he went full sprint without using any chakra. Streaking across the concrete, he rushed passed a tall gray haired man. Tall, lean and muscular with one open chocolatey eye. Shisui instantly knew who he was. Hatake Kakashi. The Comrade Killer, Cold-blooded Kakashi, Son of the White Fang of the Leaf. He had to admit that he found the silver haired man attractive, but he was too busy to think about anything else but the meeting at the moment.

Kakashi smelled the boy before he saw him, thanks to his Inuzuka mother’s nose, a fragrant and enticing mix of pine, wind, and something distinctly Uchiha. A flash of pale skin, black curly hair, and red eyes bolted past him faster than any normal Shinobi could flat out sprint. Kakashi placed his scent and features in an instant. Shunshin No Shisui, the fastest Uchiha, son of Kagami, the youngest to ever acquire the Mangekyo Sharingan. Kakashi secretly liked the boys smell, he found himself inching closer at every ANBU meeting. Yearning to bury his face into the pale skin and really smell him, really feel him. But the boy was twenty, and he was twenty four. Plus they were both male, not exactly something the Uchiha clan encourages. Since no one he knew was a mind reader, he supposed he was safe to internally eye the boy from a distance. Despite how perverted that may make him, he was only human and when someone looks like Shisui Uchiha, you can’t blame the person having perverted thoughts about such a specimen. Even if he is four years younger than said person and male.

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“Shisui!” The shout shook him quickly out of his thoughts. Minato stood staring at him, eyes filled with concern. He hung his head in embarrassment, flushing with frustration at his scrambled thoughts. He was a shinobi, he shouldn't be distracted by a hazy brown eye and gray bedhead.

“I’m Sorry Hokage-Sama. I’m just a bit tired.” He lied through his teeth instinctively, not bothering to think about the words coming out of his mouth.

“No need to apologize Shisui. I’m sure you have a lot going on. Discovering your soulmate and all, speaking of… have you met them?” Minato’s smile was kind, and he was patient with the out of sorts and frazzled Uchiha.

“No… this isn’t even about them… I think. I mean I write to my soulmate every day and they never respond. Anyway, I just can’t stop thinking about this person since yesterday, I saw them and for whatever reason I can’t get them out of my head.” he smiled warily, afraid to say the person’s name knowing the Minato was the silver head’s team leader, and teacher growing up.

“Ah. Having feelings for someone other than the one you are supposedly destined for.” Minato smiled knowingly, wistfully looking at the curly haired boy. “You know… Kushina isn’t my soulmate. We wrote to one another for awhile, but when we found out who we were we realized a relationship was impossible. They then wished me the best of luck and I told them the same.”

“Do you regret it? Not choosing your soulmate?” Shisui is intent now, looking at the Hokage for guidance with wide and hopeful eyes. Yearning for an answer like a man stranded in the desert thirsted for water.

“Sometimes. They are my best and closest friend, and I couldn’t have hoped for more. I devoted myself entirely to Kushina and Naruto. I couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome.” He smiled again, turning in his chair in to look out over Konoha from his office.

“Thank you Hokage-Sama,”

“Anytime Shisui.”

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Minato was slightly bothered by his conversation with Shisui earlier that day, second guessing his decision to stay with Kushina. He shook his head quickly dismissing the thoughts. He had a son, his son’s future relied on him. He couldn’t afford to disappoint his wife or his son. They were far too important to him, no matter the value his Soulmate held in his heart. His oldest and closest friend. He found himself absentmindedly chewing on a pen when a knock on the doorframe shook him clear of his thoughts.

“I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something? I can leave.” The tall Uchiha clan leader stood in his doorway, broad shoulders taking up most of the doorframe, a frown permanently etched on his features.

“No, but I was talking about you to Shisui today,” Minato smiled at his friend, watching the corner of the older man’s eyes crease in suspicion.

“Oh?” Fugaku’s lips pursed as he said this, one eyebrow rising in both curiosity and masked fear. The blonde waved his hands dismissively,

“Don’t worry he doesn’t know my soulmate is you,” Minato stood up, maneuvering his way over to his friend, and pressed his forehead against the dark haired man’s shoulder. Abandoning his paperwork for the worry wuss standing in his office.

“Shush! Don’t say that so loud! You are the Hokage, and a married man at that.” Fugaku panicked, his deep voice scolding Minato for his negligence. Nervously shoving the shorter blonde away from him, and walking to the door, looking out into the hallway and then closing the door. Minato rolled his eyes.

“Fugaku, no one is here but us. It’s two in the morning. We are the only ones here. Calm down.”

“We live in a village of Shinobi whose specialty is to spy.”

“And I am the best of them, otherwise I wouldn’t be wearing this coat, now would I?” Minato grinned, slinking to his desk and perching on it. Crossing his legs and grinning like the cat who had caught the canary.

“You’re one of the best, and happen to have a pretty face and look good in a jounin’s uniform. I wouldn’t call that much in Konohagakure.”

“Oh so you think I’m pretty?” Minato now folded his hands under his chin and batted his eyelashes, the brunette rolling his eyes at his superior’s childish antics.

“Hokage sama-”

“Please just call me Minato, I hate the titles.”

“I’m afraid if I don’t, certain things might happen.” Fugaku frowned at the blue eyes staring intently into his.

“Scaredy cat,” Minato scoffed,

“Not my fault you’re a flirt,” He retorted, giving him a look.

“What did you come here for? You don’t just drop in to say hello.” Minato was now standing in front of the Uchiha, hands on his slender hips. Suddenly all business.

“I needed to check in on Itachi’s progress in the ANBU. Some of my clanmates are concerned with his behaviour. And despite him being my son, I have to do what the public asks.” He replied, a sadness sweeping over his face. “ I’m beginning to wonder if it was right for me to let him join the ANBU.”

“You did what you thought was best,” Minato was there in an instant to comfort the elder man. He gripped Fugaku’s shoulders firmly in his hands,

“You tried to give him the next task on his path as a Shinobi. No one is perfect Fugaku, you can only do what you think is best.”

“I want the best for him. I sometimes wonder if he should never have become a Shinobi. He is far too gentle, and loving to wear such a heavy burden.” Fugaku had pressed his face into Minato’s neck, and wrapped his arms around his waist. They were so occupied with their tight embrace, Minato’s hands stroking up and down Fugaku’s back to comfort him, that they failed to notice the tall gray haired Shinobi awkwardly half opening the door.

“Ah, sorry Sensei. I saw you were here so I came for some advice. I can leave if I’m interrupting.”

“No worries Kakashi. I was just saying goodbye,” Fugaku released the blonde man, straightening up and giving the gray haired man a small smile. Nodding goodbye to them both.

“Sensei-”

“Please just call me Minato,” The Hokage sighed, retreating to the seat behind his desk. Frowning slightly as he returned to his seat, never getting to ask Fugaku what he had wanted to.

“ I’m having some problems. I’ve found out just this week that I had a soulmate, he writes to me every day,” At this Minato’s eyebrow shot up, realizing in that split second exactly who Kakashi’s soulmate is. Kakashi noticed, and realized he must know. The silver haired man nervously closed the door behind him.

“Do you know who my soulmate is?” Kakashi placed both of his hands on the desk, and leaned forward, anxious to hear whom he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.

“I do know. But I can’t say, they don’t know it’s you either. I had a Black Ops meeting with them this afternoon, which is when they expressed their concern.” Minato folded his hands in his lap, and observed Kakashi. His usually stoic and cool student had fear and hope etched into his very skin.

“Who is it? Please, you have to tell me. I need to know, they’ll be far better off without me.” Kakashi’s voice was firm as he backed away from the desk, slipping both of his hands into his pockets. Suddenly the door slammed open again, to reveal a disheveled curly haired Uchiha. His jounin’s vest was slipping off of one shoulder, his hair was wind blown to one side, and the dark circles under his eyes were nearly as dark as his eyes. Kakashi shied away from the boy, trying to avoid the scent that intoxicated him so much.

“Shisui?! What’s the matter?” Minato stood quickly, instantly serious.

“I came to report right after the Uchiha Clan Meeting,” Shisui stood straight as a board in spite of his messy appearance.

“And?” Minato asked, worry filling his face.

“Fugaku-Sama’s clone managed to subdue them for now. He seems to be protecting someone on our side Sir.”

“Please call me Minato, and I think I know who he’s protecting.” Minato’s eyes narrowed, mentally noting to drop by the compound this coming afternoon.

“Ah. Well then I have done everything asked of me. I will head home, they’ll be wondering where I am.”

“Have Kakashi accompany you. You can say that it is urgent ANBU Business, if they have questions they can come directly to me.”

“Hai!” The two shinobi chorused, turning to make their way out of the door. Kakashi was confused as to how he came asking for advice, and ended up escorting his junior ANBU member home.

They sprinted back to the Uchiha Compound, urgency pressing in every step. Shisui’s face contorted with worry, his eyebrows furled as he leans forward into the wind. His ANBU vest pressing tight against his chest from the wind. The younger boys curly hair a mop of onyx as he hurries home. His companion’s gray bedhead unmoving despite the highwinds from both of their quick speed. They stumble to the front of the compound, Shisui’s grace is monumental compared to the Copy Nin’s slight fumble as he lands.

They are greeted by two guards, who nod to a briskly walking Shisui, Sharingan blazing and whirring. They stop to observe Kakashi, and both of their eyes glance to the covered Sharingan in his left eye socket. In a flash, both Uchiha Guards release their Katana’s and step in front of Kakashi.

“We won’t allow you to enter thief!” Spittle flies from the lips of the smaller one on the right. His lip curling over his bared gleaming teeth. Threatening the Hatake, while the other simply glares at the silver-haired man. Shisui hears the encounter, and freezes in his steps. The two Uchiha Guards turn to find themselves caught in the menacing gaze of a Shuriken-like Mangekyo.

“Leave him be. He’s with me.” Shisui’s voice is commanding, red tones of anger flash in his voice as his hand rests on the katana resting between his shoulder blades. His deep tenor rumbling forward from beneath his ANBU vest, demanding respect and reverence.

“We don’t take orders from you,” Hissed the first one, looking over his shoulder to meet Shisui with his own Sharingan.

Shisui moved his foot as though to take one step forward, and in a blur of black and gray and a whoosh of Shisui scented wind Kakashi found himself swept up by a set of strong muscled arms and whisked away from the gates of the Uchiha Compound and up over the walls onto the roof of the nearest house. The long pale arms tightened around the older man, one arm wound around his waist and the other was underneath his knees.

“I CAN walk if you didn’t know,” Kakashi’s sarcastic jibe bit through the silence clouding the air.

“I can’t let you walk these streets alone. Many Uchiha’s don’t trust or respect you because of the eye that sits in your left socket. They can’t touch you If I carry you.” Shisui looks the older man dead in the eye(s), “Besides, I don’t think you could keep up with me.”

Kakashi merely grunts in agreement as the boy carrying him leans slightly forward, and takes off with the speed of the wind. The air ripples through the mop of onyx curls, and Kakashi has never been so intoxicated. Kakashi is intoxicated by every movement that the boy makes. His swirling and whirling sharingan tomoe pulls Kakashi in, and makes him wish he could ruin this boy.

So he does.

He grabs the front two straps of Shisui’s vest, and in a blinding fast movement that leaves him breathless, he crushes their lips together in a messy kiss. Hands came up and pulled down his mask, Shisui crushed their mouths back together. A mess of teeth and spit, simply pure passion. Neither were inexperienced, but neither had ever felt such strong chemistry. Shisui pulled away, gasping. His eyes glued to Kakashi’s smirking mouth.

“So you’ll stay at my place, yeah?”