#sob.. sob sob... huk...

[whochromatic]

I want to buy the Ghost Story Working Characters' lost body parts.

If there was a way to buy everyone's body parts, I wouldn't hesitate to put them in my cart and keep them on display. I want to have everyone's lost body parts. The hand, the eye, the legs, the arm, the mind, the mind, the mind. I wish to keep the parts that my favorites have lost. It doesn't matter which one. I want to take them and replace my parts with theirs. I would rather pay for them than just take them. I want to give what's worth of each and every one of them, but I doubt I could match it even if I were to offer every centimeter of what makes up of me. But either way, I want to keep it all. Please give me their body parts. I want to hold them, stare at them, and put them on me. No amount words can express how much I desire them. Why is this one of the only few mediums that can be used for expression? This world setting is so inefficient. But what can I do? What can I do.

Where can I find the entrance to Death Lane? The section with everyday goods? Surely they have Baek Saheon's eye there, right? I want it. It would be nice to have it, but I'm afraid that I may crush it. If I eat it, I won't be able to see it again. Then, if I take out my left eye, I can put his inside of my socket.

Where can I find Eun Haje hand? Surely the teachers didn't just discard it, yes? How wasteful it would be if they did. They'd have no sense of value at all! How could they just leave the decapitated heads and bodies without storing them somewhere safe?? It would be great if they did. I want to hold Eun Haje's cut off hand. The lines on the palm, the length and width of the fingers, the texture of the skin, the state of the nails..

Kim Soleum's, too. I want his arm. It's so dissapointing that his arm was cooked and dissapeared. Did anyone even get to eat it? Honestly, I would prefer it raw. But even if I were to encounter it in it's cooked state, I would be very pleased. No, how could I say just "very pleased"? Do you know why you beg for even a real glimpse of their parts? It's because you can't. It would take more than a miracle to fulfill your delusions. Yes, I would like to have a taste of it. Kim Soleum who diligently grilled and prepared the meat by himself, from himself... it's everything. I have replayed in my head hundreds of times a feast with his arm in my hands. Every slice ends up in my stomach. God can take any of my remaining internal organs but my stomach.

But as much as I'd love to digest Kim Soleum's arm raw, I'd rather keep it and do as much as I can with it without damaging it. Did I already say that? But how could I bear to damage a holy relic such as it? If possible, I would like to use it in my rituals and worship it and bow and pray to it, and, oh, no, no, yeah. I wish to wear his right arm on my body, but it would be too presumptuous, wouldn't it? It's such a shame that I am nothing more than dust in the face of God. Ah, but my worldly desires... no, this is why should cleanse myself of sins and the thought of committing more offenses. But I truly want it on me. What should I do? Insolent.

Even the parts that will be lost in the future. I would like to buy them. I wonder how much it would cost if I were to genuinely buy them. Would it be priced the same way body parts are usually priced? I'm sure there would be some twists. I'm worried that I wouldn't be able to afford them if it happened... it's so sad. I am crying. Do you see the tears rolling off my cheeks? I don't think you can. Me neither. But even as a piece of text, I mourn the inability to purchase such precious goods. Why must our plane of realities be so distant? I thought it would be possible since I too....me too...

How many more tears must I shed for my desire to be fulfilled? Would they all serve as proper payment for their body parts? I wish not to personally dissect my favorites(oh, but I do. I do.) and aqcuire those that they have lost along the way. After all, wouldn't it be more credible if I did? Not taken by the hands of a parasitic intruder, but by natural flavorings dyed from the story personally crafted by the esteemed creator. I want it. It's so dissapointing. Please let me have them. I will buy them. Take my body and life, but return, give me even a single one. Please? Just one. No, I would to have as much as possible. I beg. This, nature,,, nature.... their boddd yyPPPPPPPPPP

I'm sorry.

[ncillary]

Self Aware AU (Zayne)

Summary: You have the lowest Affinity with Zayne. The reason is because you want an assured happy end for him before you could be with him. The man has no qualm in being cursed again and again the moment he stays by your side in every timeline.

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Masterlist Self Aware AU

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| 1 | 2 | 3 [current] | 4 | 5 |

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Groan.

"Urgh. What happened?"

Birds chirping and crows cawing outside.

Bright light from the room light attacked your eyes. You squinted. Confused on why you sleep without turning it off yesterday.

*Thap*

You looked at your hand. Your phone was the one collided with your finger. Memories flooding. Head shaking. You rubbed your face.

"Wow. I must be super exhausted. Maybe I should call in sick today. I don't feel-CHOO!"

Sluggish suddenly settled on your entire being.

"Oh no. I was just joking... aAHCOO!'

Dragging your tired body to the bathroom, you settle on the toilet seat as you wait for the thermometer.

*TINNT*

"Hello, fever. Long time no visit."

You called your workplace. Having to go out regardless to get the official sick leave. You're home before lunch time. No energy to cook. Good thing there's congee you bought and some fruits for your decreasing appetite.

Half of the congee greeted the stuff in the fridge. Fruits were neatly cutted into a bowl. The bed was your only destination now.

*Ring* *Ring*

"Hey hey. How is it going?"

You chuckled, "Zayne come home."

"YES! Oh, wait... you sound..."

"Fever. Flu. And all of the above. My bad. No need to worry."

"Hmm... I'll get you some dessert. Anything in mind?"

"Ice-cream would be nice."

She chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. You only pick anything related to Snowy now. Get a good rest. I'll stop by later with the ice-cream. Your spare key is still in the same spot, right?"

You hummed tiredly. The medicine kicking in.

"Nite nite."

"Nite nite~"

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Darkness. You feel comforted by it.

Until.

*Gruuuuuuuu*

You sighed.

The rumbling of your stomach broke the peace. It should. You have been asleep this whole time. Waking up only when you heard the Stamina notification and logged in for it then slept back. Dinner had kiss you goodbye way past it time. Supper had stood there. Staring in accusation at you. Making your stomach grumble out of fright.

Anyway.

You sluggishly got up. Half of the congee awaits.

As you reheat it, you soothe yourself with an ice-cream cup. There were around 10 cups and five popsicles. More fruits. Breads on the table. All kinds of soup starting from pumpkin, mushroom... you get the gist of it.

[Maybe I should get sick often.]

[Sure. Let me just send you to the hospital real quick.]

[No. No. Don't you dare. Being there is... shivering.]

[Snowy is the one who should make you shivering. Not hospital.]

[Haha. Funny. Oh, right. I haven't watch his new Myth. Thanks again for the care.]

[ ( • - ^ ) Go get him, tigress. ]

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Ugly.

A wholeheartedly depiction of you now.

A sobbing mess. Teary eyes. Empty congee bowl. Three empty ice-cream cups. Half of the cut pear in your hand as the other half was gone in your stomach.

If people didn't know any better, they'll say you had a bad breakup.

That's funny because you're single your whole life. Thus, no breakups at all.

"Zayne you fool. Why did you leave MC alone? Well, the umbrella is still there but...huk... Zayne you fool."

You threw another piece of used tissue in the dustbin next to you. Almost full. Only filled with the evidence of your ugly state.

You laughed slowly to yourself. After clearing the mess in the kitchen, you proceeded to the bedroom. Getting yourself comfortable to watch it the second time. Maybe third. Maybe the fourth after that.

You pressed Start.

*Flash*

The screen remained the same. You tapped it again.

*Flash*

You sighed, "Is this bug ever going to be fix permanently?"

You knew the drill. Finger leisurely went to the cafe screen.

Smile shaped simply automatically.

(If you want to warm your hands, you can put them here.)

Happy to hold, kind of, his hand. You keep bothering him. Not realizing the different glisten of his eyes looking at you.

*Cough* *Yawn*

Crash.

You blinked. The game exited on its own. Again. Your sleepy mind couldn't register your annoyance as you slowly close your eyes. Breathing leveled.

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A scarred hand placed the phone gently on the table full of documentation. Hospital related documents.

A small sigh escaped his lips.

His eyes immediately seek the moon outside. It trails down to his empty hand. He grasped the emptiness. Wishing he could be there to warm her hand like he said.

In real life.

Not just behind the screen.

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Masterlist Self Aware AU

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[smokedust]

She was confused. He was the one who performed the exorcism wholeheartedly, so did he have to cry like this?

"Huk, sob."

No, shouldn't she comfort him at this point?

Seeing him sob with a childish face, she felt like she should hug him and pat him on the back until he calmed down.

He bit his lip so hard that it turned red, and he covered his mouth with a handkerchief. He breath rapidly, and the ripples spread like waves, growing stronger.

Was it her imagination? The sound of water hitting the floor seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Ha, Sarah, Sarah Abbott. Hngh, sob."

He finally closed his eyes tightly, his eyes wet with tears. The violent ripples overflowed onto the bathroom floor before gradually subsiding.

What’s this? It's not like he's truly crying...

Should she say he doesn't look sad at all?

Not long after, he took his trembling hands out of the water and examined them. The pale, delicate fingertips were covered in a sticky liquid.

"...."

In the end, all her worries about him faded away because of that last scene.

She had just realized that what he was so passionate about while calling her name was none other than masturbation.

'He's crazy. It's my first time seeing a man masturbate like that.'

Sarah was so surprised by the somewhat shocking scene that she covered her mouth.

'...He acted so dignified.'

She knew that even priests would have desires, but for that name to come out of those noble lips... It couldn't help but be a bit shocking.

And that lace handkerchief was obviously for women.

'...Isn't it hers?'

Well, it's a personal matter, so she guess it's better to pretend she didn't see it. She carefully closed the door and tried to pretend to be asleep.

[System: Warning! You cannot stop exploring the 'bathroom'.]

With a short warning, creak-

The bathroom door, oblivious to her presence, slowly opened inward.

"...."

In an instant, her eyes met Sebastian's as he looked towards the door. His face flushed instantly.

"I'm, I'm sorry. I thought you were calling me desperately..."

Sebastian's flushed face hardened. He was startled to see the handkerchief in his hand and quickly crumpled it into his hand.

What should she do? What should she say to fix this? They had just formed a strong bond(?) through the exorcism, and it seemed like it had all gone down the drain because of the masturbation.

For now, she should apologize for interrupting his private time. Just as she was about to prostrate herself…

"...I was praying in the holy water for your recovery."

"...Yes?"

"You should get dressed and leave."

What a ridiculous excuse. He was so shameless.

He prayed for her?

After calling her name while masturbating? What kind of excuse is that? It was absurd.

She thought it was a little strange when he inserted the dildo as a holy object. But now, he's gone so far as to masturbate and call it prayer.

Her apologetic feelings vanished completely at his shameless attitude. And she felt a strange sense of anger rising.

"That's a wonderful prayer, isn't it?"

"...Yes?"

"Praying naked in the holy water. Calling my name and even shaking your penis. Did you squeeze out your sem*n at the end to make it even more effective?"

"…."

Sebastian's face turned pale as she hit the nail on the head. Sarah didn't miss the opportunity and pushed him to the edge.

"I should tell Father. That the High Priest has worked so hard for me."

“…I was wrong.”

Sebastian, overwhelmed by the situation, bowed his head and confessed his guilt obediently.

“You were praying? What did you do wrong?”

“I committed a grave offense against you. Please forgive me.”

“What do you want me to forgive?”

She pressed him with a dry face, cold as frost.

“You used the toy as a sacred object?”

“That’s….”

“You scolded me like a horny child and even spanked my butt. You masturbated secretly while calling my name?”

“…Even with ten mouths, I have nothing to say.”

He seemed to be apologizing for his mistakes, but she couldn't forgive him at all.

Even if she considered the holy water, the spanking, and the rebuke for being obscene, it was still absurd that he would do such a lewd thing after refusing penetration and putting up a wall.

“Give me what’s in your hand.”

Now that things had come to this, Sarah decided to pursue the matter to the end.

“…Yes?”

“I said give it to me because I have something to check.”

Sebastian remained silent, his lips tightly pursed.

Seeing that he was trying to hide something, it seemed there was something he didn't want her to find out. Since she could guess what it was, she wanted to confirm it.

“If you’re going to hide it to the end, I’ll assume you have no intention of apologizing to me.”

As Sarah glared at him, he reluctantly reached out his handkerchief, averting his gaze.

She snatched the handkerchief and examined it carefully. It was a lace handkerchief with the Abbott family’s crest embroidered on it. It was definitely Sarah Abbott’s.

“Why on earth do you have my handkerchief?”

When she asked abruptly, he stopped for a moment before lowering his head. Sarah waited silently for an answer, observing his expression closely.

He slowly raised his head.

After a long silence, as if he were thinking on his words to confirm them, he still had a pale face.

“If I have it…”

He couldn't finish his sentence and exhaled deeply before asking self-deprecatingly.

“…I guess it wasn’t okay.”

What? His attitude was completely different from when he had confessed his guilt obediently earlier.

She thought he would say things like, “I committed an unforgivable sin,” or “I was crazy for a moment.”

She thought he would react in a very common-sense way, as he had done until now.

His unexpectedly sharp reaction made her feel a little awkward.

“Well, that’s because you’re doing something very personal with it.”

It was the same when explaining the reason.

“….”

His gaze, which had been wavering, unable to find its focus, suddenly sank heavily.

Then, as if he had made up his mind, he looked straight into her eyes and opened his mouth.

“I’ll take my punishment.”

“Punishment?”

She asked incredulously, unable to believe her ears. Sebastian seemed to have already made up his mind.

“Yes. Instead, I would like lady to punish me, not Marquis Abbott.”

“Me?”

“It’s a wrong I committed against you. Please personally give me a fitting punishment.”

A fitting punishment. From Sarah’s point of view, it was a good thing.

She had been racking her brain over not being able to complete the mission, but now he was asking her to choose the punishment. This was like a golden opportunity to escape the second floor.

Her cheekbones twitched with excitement, but she pretended not to care.

“Are you really okay with any punishment?”

“Yes. So, Sarah Abbott.”

Sebastian’s lips curved into a long smile.

“Please scold me harshly.”

[maxineswritingcenter]

You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader - Part 31

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 I lunged for him, aiming for his neck. Michael lunged too, fangs bared and dripping with saliva. The problem with him was that he was so used to fighting like a human. He was so used to having the upper hand with all these tonics and poisons. But now, those could hurt him too. 

He grabbed my arms, thinking that I was some little girl that could be held down by him. 

No more. 

I slammed my head against his forehead and clawed at his shoulder, tearing fabric and skin. Then, kicking him into the wall, the dry wall caving in under the sheer force. He came back, and drew a hand back. He missed the first time, but the second blow hit my face. Nails cutting through my cheek, blood splatter on the wall behind me. The shock and pain made me back away and hold my face. He stopped and kneeled down to look at me, the cocky son of a bitch. 

"(Y/N/N), come with me and this all has to stop. No more hurt. No more fear. Come with me and the pain stops." I looked up slowly, feeling the blood trickle down my face. My eyes were drawn to the closet, where I could hear Nicholas crying under the blanket. 

Training with Talia was harder than I thought it would be. She never used claws or teeth, she never left bruises but it was exhausting. In a defensive exercise, I had been struggling to defend myself against her blows and the one I missed put me down on the floor. 

“Get up.” She ordered, getting in a stance again. 

Overwhelmed, I started to cry, “I don’t wanna do this anymore.” I whimpered. 

Talia crouched down, lifting my face to look at hers, “My love, you can’t give up.” She said, “Someday you’re going to be in a life or death situation. They may tell you that it will all stops if you give in, but you can never give in. You can never let them win. You are strong. You are a phoenix. And you will rise from the ashes and never back down.” 

I looked up at Michael through the blood and tears of my vision, "My pain...” I breathed out, “My family's pain ends with your head on a stick." I roared and high-kicked him in the jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Not without his claws catching my collar, my sweater in shreds. I couldn't even feel the pain, it was all adrenaline. I had to save Nicholas. I would not let him get his hands on my baby. 

Michael groaned in pain, panting. I walked to the bed and grabbed a post, ripping it from the frame, splinters and nails flying across the room. While I wasn't looking he had crawled to the gate and somehow broken it in half with his boot. He was going to reach inside. 

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" I rushed forward and grabbed his shoulder, throwing  him on his back and stabbed the post through his chest. Right into his heart. I glared at him, breathing heavily. He looked shocked, blood staining his teeth, but then he started to laugh. 

"MOMMY!" Nicholas cried. I looked at him, tears and blood on his face. But not his blood. Mine. I looked down and heard sizzling, and the smell of burning skin. Michael was holding a silver knife, the knife dipped in yellow wolfsbane. 

"Looks like the lines end here, darlin." He said weakly. His hands dropped from the knife. I closed my eyes, knowing I was killing myself. I slowly pulled the knife out, the plant starting to burn my hands and inside, before plunging into Michael's forehead, killing him instantly. I watched the evil drain from his eyes, a watery huk was his last breath.

I stood, not feeling the pain until a moment later. Groaning, I felt my eyes burning red, slowly transforming back. I stumbled back until I hit a wall and leaned against it, pressing my hand to my fatal wound. I rested my head against the wall and looked around. It was a mess. The room that Derek had built was in shambles. But this could be fixed. Me? I don’t think that I could get through this. From the silence I heard downstairs, they were gone... but I didn't know who was dead. 

"Mommy..." Nicholas whimpered, trying to climb over the barrier. 

"No, baby, stay there." I said calmly, "Everything's going to be fine." 

“But you're hurt." I sighed, knowing I couldn't just say I was fine. 

"Yeah, I’m hurt." Tears started building in my eyes, knowing this was how I was going to leave my baby. Scared and hurt. I just had to reassure him somehow.

“I love you so much, baby. So, so much. More than anything in the world-" I started to cough into my hand. When I pulled it away, it was covered in a mixture of blood and black goo. This was really it. Before... before it wasn't as important as it is now. I wasn't just leaving behind friends and family, now I'm leaving them all behind with Nicholas. He was a little boy who couldn't possibly understand what just happened. I barely understood what just happened. I knew I had to call someone, while I was still conscious. 

Grunting from the movement, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. The screen was cracked but it still worked. I held back a scream as the poison was spreading through my system. I fumbled with the buttons until I got the private line, hitting the speaker.

"Lachlan speaking."  His voice filled the room, "What's going on, (Y/N), is Nico alright?” He said after he heard Nicholas crying in the background. 

“Lach, Michael went rouge, he's not who he said he was-"

"We know, (Y/N), he left a note before he left, taking an entire pack with him. Where is he?" 

"I killed him." I groaned, coughing again, "He got me with yellow wolfsbane."

He paused, "(Y/N), the team is almost to your location, stay with me." The burning was slowly subsiding, now I just felt cold.

"It's too late..." I whispered, smiling weakly, “Just promise to watch out for him. He needs you now.” The phone slipped out of my hand and onto the floor. The last thing I heard was Lachlan shouting at me.  

DEREK

After the last beta fell, Derek couldn't help but be reminded of his own pack. His betas. His family. His friends. All gone. Panting heavily, he collapsed on the floor of the depot, slowly closed his eyes, hearing the screaming from upstairs.   

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Slowly, Derek’s eyes fluttered open. He looked around, seeing dead bodies surrounding him. He groaned as he sat up, the first thing he could see was Peter on the floor facing away from him. Peter had taken a lot of damage for him, he was grateful. 

"Peter...." He called weakly. No answer. Derek sat up too quickly and groaned, the betas claws had cut deep, hopefully not enough to do damage. His side hurt too, but had no idea why. One by one, his senses were coming into focus. And the alarm in his head went off when he heard loud sobbing coming from upstairs. 

Nicholas.

His son’s crying was coming from the back room of the depot where he assumed Michael had taken (Y/N) during the fight. 

"I'm coming...." He said, grunting and stumbling to his feet. Making his way to the staircase. His voice was getting weaker and strained from screaming. 

"It's okay... I'm coming." Derek leaned against the wall half way through the hallway. He looked down at his red shirt, there was a large dark red stain that was still tender to the touch. His body was slowly trying to heal itself, harder than ever before. 

He finally got to the doorway and took in the damage in front of the door. Michael was dead on the floor, a bedpost shoved through his chest and a silver knife in his forehead. 

"Daddy!" Nicholas whimpered. His attention was brought to the closet, the gate had been broken. His tiny face was covered in tears, snot, and blood. The blood splattered across his face made Derek panic, terrified at the thought that he had been hurt. He fell to my knees in front of the gate, the carpet plastering itself into the wounds on his knees. 

Breaking away the remainder of the gate, he took his son into his arms, holding him close. Nicholas buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, wailing and sobbing.

Derek looked around the room. There was a hole in the drywall in the shape of a body being thrown, the bed was broken, finally when he got to the other side of the room, he had to tear his eyes away. He found her slumped against the wall, blood pooling around her.

The love of his life. 

With one arm holding his son, he scrambled across the floor to come to her side. 

“(Y/N), can you hear me?” His voice cracked. He reached out, lifting her head up. There were scratches across her cheek that were leaking blood and black. 

“Come on, sweetheart.” His words were mumbled with tears, his vision blurring. Her heartbeat was nearly undetectable. 

“Please.” He swallowed thickly, “You can’t leave me, I can’t lose you again. I just got you back. We’re gonna be a family, remember?” His lip trembled, “I can’t-... I can’t do this without you. I need you.” 

Suddenly, her eyes cracked open and a smile pulled at her lips. Derek grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. But just as he pulled his lips away, he felt his whole body go cold. Her eyes were closed again and her last breath slipped from her lips. 

“No...” He shook his head, “No. No!” He cried, “I’m supposed to save you. That’s what I do! Please, you can’t go. I need you.” He could feel Nicholas’ little hands, pulling on his shirt, tears soaking into the fabric. 

Booming from downstairs made him turn, hurried footsteps followed. Derek stood up quickly, holding Nicholas close, standing in front of (Y/N)’s body to shield her. 

Soon, a team of paramedics came in, but unlike any paramedics that he had seen before. Their uniforms were burgundy. They rushed to him a with stretcher in hand. 

“Alright crew, alpha female,  Aconitum anthora in her system from our intel. Get the torch and push ten cc’s Epinephrine stat.” The leader said, “We need to get her heart started.” Derek was carefully moved out of the way, brought to the other side of the room. 

“We need to get you looked at, sir. Please come with us.” The medic said. 

“You’re gonna save her, right? You have to.” Derek stared back at the other medics that were pumping (Y/N) with adrenaline and starting to cut open her side to burn away the wolfsbane in his system. 

“Miss (Y/L/N) is our top priority, Mr. Hale. She’s in good hands.” He nodded, “We already have your uncle getting assessed downstairs. Now we need you to come with us to get you looked at and make sure the child is alright.” The medic started to lead Derek out of the room.

“I can’t leave her, she needs me.” 

“Sir-” 

“I can’t leave her again.” He sounded broken, and he was. The worst part of this was he couldn’t feel the medics cutting her open to burn away the wolfsbane. He couldn’t feel them pumping her full of adrenaline. 

“Mr. Hale, I can’t imagine how you feel right now. But you need to get your son out of the room, he doesn’t need to be here for this.” 

Derek turned his head and looked at his child, still sobbing loudly, now coughing and screaming. He was going to make himself sick. (Y/N) wouldn’t want him to be in here, he needed to get him out. Protect him.

Derek nodded, starting to walk out of the room. But his son started to squirm and struggle. 

“Mommy!” He cried, “MOMMY!” He thrashed, reaching back towards his mother’s body, “I want my mommy! I want MY MOMMY!” Fighting back tears of his own, he carried the little boy out of the room, away from (Y/N). 

Maybe for the last time. 

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Back at the Stilinski house, everyone was still on edge. There was still no word from the paramedics if (Y/N) was okay, or even alive. Derek still couldn’t feel anything. The only thing he could say to describe the feeling was numb. Like being left in an ice bath. He was sitting on the couch, with his son on his lap, she looked around the room.

Sheriff Stilinski was making calls to Melissa McCall to meet the paramedics at the vet clinic so she could help. Stiles wasn’t talking to Derek, the anger he had was tangible in the air. Lydia was at his side trying to calm him down, but getting Stiles angry and calming him down was not an easy task. He was still holding Nicholas in his arms, he was trembling and playing with his fingers. Puppy dog and his blanket were covered and blood and needed to be washed of his mother’s blood. 

Knocking at the door made everyone stare. The knocking was urgent and whoever was on the outside wanted in. The sheriff hung up the phone, walking towards the door with a hand on his gun. He opened up the door slightly. 

“Can I help you?” 

“My name is Lachlan, I’m a friend of (Y/N).” The voice said from outside the door. When Nicholas heard the voice, he jumped from Derek’s lap and ran to the door. 

“Lachlan!” His little hands pulled at the door, the sheriff opened it and watched Nicholas run out the door. The man from outside the door came into the house, hugging onto his son tightly. 

“I came as fast as I could, kiddo.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of the boy’s head. Derek stood up, coming to meet the newcomer in the middle of the living room. The man met Derek’s eyes, a sad smile on his face. 

“Mr. Hale.” His accent was thick, thicker than the one his son had, “I’ve been anxious to meet you. If only the circumstances were better.” 

“You’re McLeod?” Derek asked, he got a nod in response, “You assigned Him to her?”

Lachlan glanced at Nicholas who’s little sniffles echoed through the room, “I did.” 

Derek glared, “If you weren’t holding my son-” 

“I know.” Lachlan closed his eyes and sighed, “If I could go back, I would. I thought that she was safe. That they were both safe. I guess...” He looked up, “I was so focused on making them both happy. Living in the fantasy that I finally had a family after losing mine. I was blinded.” Derek turned away from Lachlan, walking to the picture window in the living room. 

From what he had been told, Lachlan had a tragic story that wasn’t unlike his own. To be honest, Derek wasn’t totally sure that he wouldn’t have been blinded by family. 

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Soon, Nicholas had fallen asleep and had been taken upstairs by the sheriff. This left Derek, Stiles, and Lydia with Lachlan. Scott had started making his way back from SoCal to help. This meant Stiles’ rage had been placed on someone else. 

“Ya know,” Stiles finally spoke, loosening his tie, “I’ve seen a lot of things in my life. I’ve known death intimately.” He stood up from his chair, Lydia following behind, “But I’m tired. We fought for years for our lives, our families, to bring (Y/N) and my nephew home. She trusted your judgement, she trusted you with her life and her son’s life. I don’t care if you were blinded by ‘family’.” He air-quoted, “As a leader, you should have looked in closer. You should have done more. And if she dies, I’m coming after you next.” 

Lachlan averted his eyes away from Stiles, holding his head in his hands. Stiles walked out the door, slamming it behind him. Lydia watched as he walked and looked at Derek. 

“I think you should talk to him.” She said, “You’re the only other person who she’s close to. I’m gonna go upstairs and check on Nicholas.” Derek nodded, following Stiles outside. 

- 

Derek found Stiles sitting on the curb, staring out into the void. His arms crossed over his knees. When he heard Derek walk up, he wiped his face to hide tears that had fallen. Without a word, Derek sat beside Stiles and sighed.

STILES

Stiles glanced at the werewolf beside him. At first he had been angry with him, angry that he didn’t protect her from that son of a bitch. But then what that Scottish guy came in, that’s where the anger had been directed. He wanted to say more. He wanted to yell and beat the living daylights out of him, werewolf or not. 

He knew Derek was hurting just as much as he was, maybe more.

“Did (Y/N) ever tell you about the time we went to the beach?” Stiles asked. Derek glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and shook his head. 

Stiles hummed and looked up at the clouds, “I was probably six or seven. We went to Laguna Beach for a day trip. My mom was still my mom and my dad was happy. We brought (Y/N) with us because I didn’t want to go anywhere without her. I just thought she was so cool.” He smiled, “She was older than me and she was stronger and faster than anyone we knew. I guess I know why now. And she actually wanted to hang out with me. She wanted to be my friend.” 

He licked his lips, “Anyway, my parents were up further on the beach and we were down near the shore. We were collecting seashells and rocks in a bucket that she carried because I wasn’t strong enough. Then these kids came up to us, they were probably in sixth grade or something. They took the bucket from her and dumped it on my head. Hurt like hell because we had some decent sized rocks in there and I had some cuts from broken shells.” 

He chuckled and shook his head, “(Y/N) went absolutely feral. She attacked them, screaming bloody murder. Throwing sand and poking their eyes and punching them. My dad had to pull her off of one kid, still punching and kicking. Then the kid called her a bitch. And that set me off so I punched him in the nose. We got in so much trouble when we got home. When her dad asked why she would do such a thing she said: ‘Because they hurt my Stiles. They hurt my best friend and they deserved what they got’.” Stiles wiped a few stray tears away and looked at Derek. 

“I told myself that day that I would follow her to the ends of the Earth if she asked me to. Because I knew that we would do anything for each other.” He let out a shaky breath, “She’s done so much for me and now I might never get a chance to tell her how grateful I am. I don’t know if I’m ready to say goodbye.” 

-

ONE WEEK LATER

DEREK

"Are you sure you want to do this?"  Sheriff Stilinski watched Derek intently over his cup of coffee, "I just think Nicholas might be happier near family." Derek had just told the sheriff that he would be moving his family further out of town, having spent the last year and a half rebuilding his family home. It was finished before schedule and move in ready. 

Derek hummed, looking over at the little boy in the living room, playing with his trucks. Making little car noises with his mouth and crashing them together. 

"I want to raise him in my home. I don’t want to be a sad place anymore." 

Both of their attentions were brought to the front door with Scott walked in. 

"Uncle Scott!" Nicholas grinned and jumped up in his arms. The alpha laughed and hugged him tight. 

"There's my little guy." He ruffled his hair before setting him back down again. He made his way into the kitchen and lowered his voice, "He seems okay, how's he been?"

“He's been better.” Derek huffed, “Deaton gave me some stuff to help with his nightmares." He leaned back on the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. 

"I can't imagine what he went through. He's only a little kid." Stiles finally spoke up from the other side of the fridge, "And I guess that explains what this purple gunk is.” He held up a vial of purple liquid, swirling it around, “Be sure to take this with you." He grimaced.

"Has he said anything about Michael?" Scott asked. 

"I explained to him that he was a bad guy the best way I could. He’s still confused though. It’s gonna take some time for him to fully wrap his head around it. Whenever I ask if he wants to talk about it he says he wants time for himself and he lays in (Y/N)’s bed with the covers up.” He glanced towards the little boy, “He’s been waking up in the middle of the night screaming for her. McLeod said that he would be getting him into the best therapy care money can buy. He starts next week.” 

"Does he know about..." He started to ask, we all went silent, the only sound was Nicholas in the background. 

"No, he doesn't. Not yet." 

"How can you just not tell that his mo-"

"Because he's been through enough, Scott." Derek glared. Scott was about to say something but was cut off by Stiles. 

"That's why we called you here. Her friends already flew back, they all went to visit her. That's what we're gonna go. We're going to the hospital to pick up her stuff and then go to the cemetery before they leave." He said, not looking at anyone. Stiles really hadn't taken this well.

"Oh.." Scott said, "Well, I'll have mom meet us in the room. We should head over there." 

"Nico, let's go." He called to the little boy. Nico looked up and got to his feet, grabbing his freshly cleaned Puppy Dog. 

They went out to the front of the house. Derek had just closed Nico’s door after buckling him into his car seat when Scott came up to him.

"Where's Peter?" Scott asked, taking hold of the passenger door handle.

Derek shrugged, "He's going to meet us at the cemetery. He doesn't like hospitals." 

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The Luckiest Dish

Today is the brightest day for you dear child as an apprentice and for me as a teacher, cause today I will finally teach you the secret of my special soup.

It’s another day at my restaurant and by the end of this busy work day you’ll be told my secret. But that’s for later. We have a hard day of work today first. While I’m preparing the main ingridients to cook fast and prepare my soup (since that one need extra preparation) I see you quickly and diligently (although tired since its like 5 am) broom the floor and the outside of the place, pick the big trash, clean the tables, refill the napkins, salt and paper shakers, you even check if the mustard and ketchup botles are properly filled. i would say you’re putting extra care on what you do due to the nature of the day, but I would be making you a disservice (plus yo have no idea what’s gonna happen).

It’s 6 am and the costumers begin to show up, mainly people that have to go to work in like an hour so the service has to be quick. I see you taking orders of like 4 different groups at the time giving priority to those that honestly look more in a hurry, not an easy task mind you, besides nothing says they aren’t just being hurried up assholes, but your intentions are great. And so are your reflexes since I start throwing omelettes, pancakes, muffings and bread and you put them where they belong to... and then come to grab the coffe and tea from the table because tossing it would be too risky.

It’s 9 am and the rush morning ends. Now we have to prepare for lunch and those random people inbetween looking for some food. You’ve matured so much this months working here so I leave the place for you to take care while I go buy the chicken for today’s main dish. Should not be really a problem.

While I buy the chicken I remember how you came into my life. An usual sight to me. A kid begin for food on the streets. And me with a stern yet trying to be kind stare I offer you this: “You can take this bread and be feed for today, or follow me, help me a bit, and be feed for a week”. You weren’t the first to take the offer to be honest, but you were the first one to do so with so much gusto that maybe that’s why instead of a week you have been here for a whole year... yeah... Today is the day...

I come back to see you a sobbing mess. While you tended people well you broke some plates and overcooked the potatoes. I sighed and chuckled. This is nothing to your first months of burnt rice and burnt pans, so I just told you to clean the place again and change the menu outside to “mashed potatoes”. You have to learn to work with what you have.

It’s 3 pm and the lunch rush is finally slowing down. I tell you to eat, but you wanna keep working since there’s some people left to serve “NO” I say maybe a bit too harshly? You remember the few times I actually got angry at you, all of them for overworking yourself. I appreciate the effort, but your well being also is important. “You need to eat to stay strong, after all. Today is a special day”. You look at me puzzled, but you just nod and eat enjoying every bite of a work wel done.

It’s 6 pm and the restaurant is closing. We are a small place so we don’t really work at night except on demand, and today that won’t be possible. You close shop while I left to go grab something... and you see me return with say something in my hand... you idiot don’t cry and shout “you remembered!” How would I forget the anniversary of meeting you?

We finish eating the celebratory cake and I show you the offical adoption papers I also went to get, you’re now officially my son... even thought you have been that for a long time already. We hug, you are a sobbing mess and I try to hide the one or... twenty tears I got? I’m probably doing a crappy job though. But then you say the following.

“I’m so lucky of getting all this for basically nothing“

I stand up suddenly and violently. You recoil. Probably remebering your previous life... and I finally show my tears while I shout my heart to you.

“THE ONLY LUCK YOU GOT WAS WE MEETING! ALL THE REST? IS ME RETURNING THE HARD WORK AND LOVE YOU HAVE SHOWED ME FOR A WHOLE YEAR! WE HAVE ARGUED, FOUGHT AND CRIED ANGRY AT EACH OTHER MANY TIMES. BUT SO MANY MORE WE HAVE HELPED, CARED AND DONE OUR BEST FOR EACH OTHER! SO NO! LUCK IS NOT THE REASON I WILL FROM NOW ON WITH PRIDE CALL YOU MY SON! I LOVE YOU AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT!“

Nothing much to say from that point really, we just hugged in a sobbing mess like the little family we have been for a while. “Luck is just the coincidences that makes us meet, love and hard work is what makes us bond” is what I remember I told you in that embrace.

So My dear boy, here’s the secret for my special soup: Rbkvz mvy wbaapun ZVTL lmmvya pu ayfpun av nblzz aol zljyla vm tf zvbw... iba tf hwwyluapjl pz dov ylhssf wba lmmvya pu pa zv uv zvbw zljyla mvy fvb. Iba dvyr ohyk pu doha fvb klzpyl... huk fvb dpss zvtlodha nla pa ;)

Notes:

I’ve always loved how All Might tells Deku that luck had nothing to do with him getting One For All, blended that with my own ideas PLUS thought of love I wanna share I ended up with this cooking story.

You guys know about rot13 right? hope you do :P

Now read the story again but listening to this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9aJVr5tTTWk  (Kenshi Yonezu / Peace Sign, My Hero Academia OP2)

[toorebeldreamland]

US Army's secret vampire PSYOP

Transcrição 00:00 Operações psicológicas, ou PSYOPs, 00:03 costumam desmoralizar o inimigo 00:05 ou convencer as populações locais 00:06 ficar longe das áreas de combate. 00:08 Isso geralmente assume a forma de folhetos ou pôsteres 00:11 ou a mensagem ocasional do alto-falante, 00:13 mas às vezes essas tropas ficam assustadas (bip) 00:16 e ir duro com as táticas de susto, 00:18 naquela época eles se tornaram vampiros e fantasmas 00:20 para assustar os inimigos da América. 00:22 A missão dos vampiros foi concebida 00:24 pelo tenente-coronel Edward G. Lansdale. 00:26 Ele foi enviado para as Filipinas em setembro de 1950 00:29 para ajudar a desalojar rebeldes comunistas na área. 00:31 Os rebeldes, conhecidos como Huks, eram supersticiosos, 00:35 então Lansdale mandou seus homens estudarem suas lendas locais. 00:38 Após o sucesso de uma missão inicial para convencer os habitantes locais 00:40 eles seriam amaldiçoados se apoiassem os comunistas, 00:43 Lansdale sabia que ele estava no negócio. 00:46 Ele então voltou sua atenção 00:47 a uma lenda local de vampiros, o asuang. 00:50 Os asuangs são espíritos malévolos que saem à noite 00:53 para realizar uma variedade de atividades más, 00:56 incluindo ataques contra os fracos. 00:58 Eles assumem muitas formas diferentes, 00:59 incluindo fantasmas, ventosas e vampiros, 01:03 e eles parecem assustadores como o inferno, 01:05 embora o ritual de banir 01:06 os espíritos zangados também parecem terríveis. 01:08 Um xamã se contorce no chão, 01:10 literalmente falando em línguas? 01:12 Não gosto quando as pessoas falam em línguas. 01:14 Uma língua 01:15 Lansdale estava apostando que 01:16 os rebeldes comunistas também não gostaram, 01:18 então ele e seus homens circularam um boato 01:20 que um asuang vivia nas colinas próximas. 01:23 Eles esperaram o boato subir a colina 01:26 e então entrou em ação. 01:27 Uma equipe secreta entrou sorrateiramente nas colinas e esperou uma patrulha. 01:30 Quando estava quase no fim, eles pegaram o último homem, 01:33 fez dois buracos no pescoço e drenou o sangue dele. 01:37 Yeesh. 01:38 Seriamente. 01:39 Eles seguraram seu corpo de cabeça para baixo pelos calcanhares 01:41 (estalo labial) 01:43 até o sangue escorrer. 01:44 Quer saber quanto tempo isso levaria? 01:45 Um estudo da Universidade de Leicester calculou 01:47 que levaria 6,4 minutos 01:50 por 1,6 litros de sangue para drenar do corpo. 01:53 Agora, se minha matemática está correta, e é, 01:56 isso significa que esses caras tiveram que segurar 01:57 os pés do pobre patrulha bastardo por 44 minutos. 02:01 O que você acha que eles conversaram durante esse tempo? 02:03 Estou assustada só de pensar nisso. 02:05 Isso é estranho. 02:06 De qualquer forma, uma vez que a ação foi feita, 02:08 eles colocaram o corpo de volta na trilha. 02:10 Quando os Huks o encontraram, 02:11 eles acreditavam nos rumores da asuang 02:13 e fugiu da área, 02:14 permitindo que as forças do governo toquem a região. 02:16 Soldados tentaram um truque semelhante no Vietnã 02:18 capitalizando na crença de que as almas das pessoas mortas 02:21 não enterrados são forçados a vagar pelo mundo. 02:24 Os soldados fizeram uma série de fitas fantasmas 02:27 que eram comumente chamados de Alma Errante. 02:30 Uma das versões mais conhecidas da fita, 02:32 A fita fantasma número 10 pode ser ouvida online. 02:35 Vamos ouvir. 02:36 (voz fantasmagórica falando em idioma estrangeiro) 02:42 Hmm, estranho. 02:43 Teremos um link para isso abaixo, 02:45 caso você queira baixá-lo e ouvi-lo 02:47 enquanto você está dormindo esta noite. 02:48 Arrepiante? 02:49 Sim, é assustador. 02:50 As fitas de áudio começaram com a música funerária budista, 02:53 seguido pelos gritos de uma menina pelo pai. 02:56 Um fantasma errante então responde: 02:58 chorando com pesar que ele escolheu 03:00 morrer em um campo de batalha distante 03:02 ao invés de ficar com sua família. 03:03 É triste. 03:05 Soldados com mochilas, navios e aeronaves 03:08 todos transmitem a mensagem em momentos diferentes. 03:10 Há pouca evidência de que alguém acreditasse 03:12 eles estavam ouvindo fantasmas reais 03:14 e as fitas pareciam ter efeitos mistos. 03:16 Embora houvesse relatos de forças comunistas 03:18 se render ou abandonar depois de ouvir as fitas, 03:21 também meio que saiu pela culatra. 03:23 Alguns marinheiros e soldados que transmitem as mensagens 03:25 relatou estar sob fogo aumentado 03:27 quando eles começaram a tocar as fitas. 03:29 Mas forças amigas usaram esse ódio em proveito próprio. 03:32 Depois que um C-47 ficou sob fogo extremo 03:35 enquanto transmitia a fita, 03:36 o comandante do avião 03:38 jurou que nunca mais tocaria. 03:39 Ele foi enviado de volta na noite seguinte para jogar de qualquer maneira, 03:42 mas desta vez com um AC-130 voando para suporte 03:45 e visando tudo o que disparou no C-47. 03:48 Então, de um jeito ou de outro, funcionou. 03:50 Toque-nos, fita fantasma. 03:52 (voz fantasmagórica falando em idioma estrangeiro) 03:57 (Agosto grita) 03:58

[incorrectclassroom]

Week 5

Schemata learning

The same text may have multiple interpretations. It is because of the meaning that the text gives to a person, to the world and to the text. We all learn literature in high school, we know all about the different interpretations of text by the teacher, the reference books, your peers, bleh until it all becomes a mesh of interpretations and you’re like which one of these interpretations is closest to mine hm I’m going to go with this one. 

Funny story about interpretations, so, I watched A Star Is Born(2018) starring Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper right. If you haven’t seen it skip this paragraph altogether I don’t wanna spoil you and watch A Star Is Born(2018) the songs slaps, hard and it’s really good. So, at the end of the movie, Gaga’s character, Ally, told a friend that the last thing that she told her husband, Jack(Bradley Cooper), was a lie. She mentioned a couple things in their last conversation which are, 1. the European tour is cancelled, 2. the label wants her to focus on the second album, 3. the first album was a huge success and, 4. everything is fine. I watched the movie twice btw because I love hurt and hurting. Sooo,, the first time around I went alone and for the love of God I don’t even know why by ‘lie’ I thought she was talking about the European tour being cancelled. I was all like, “so the concert’s not cancelled??? It’s still on????? Why would she lie about that???? What an odd thing to lie about.” And the frustrating thing about the thought is that I can’t discuss with anybody because none of my friends have seen it and they’re really looking forward to seeing it the following week. So I went with them a week later and they shared their thoughts after and one of em said “She lied about everything being fine huk huk*continues to sob because the ending was super sad*” and I was like WOW that really cleared things up for me. Of course by ‘lie’ Ally meant about everything being fine because EVERYTHING WAS IN FACT,,, NOT FINE!!!! AT ALL. And that’s one example of different interpretations of the same thing. 

I feel like my ramblings above is diverting from the topic at hand its like

anywaysssss,,, activating schemata is relatively easy. Just think of similar things to the things that you get from the text. If the text is talking about big cats, relate it to common big cats that you know like tigers, lions, puma. Schema activated! Easy right? And problems and difficulties can arise during reading. There are a lot of reasons as to why they arise. My usual is that I don’t feel like reading it 🤪. However, there are ways to overcome these problems. If it’s a really famous book, try searching for the movie adaptation I bet there’s one lolololllll. I’m joking. There are other ways. You could read and think aloud, or write down your thoughts. Those are A+ examples from the presentation in class. Integrating the new to the known is interesting. It’s like what I always do. Relate the stuff back to whatever I know. Other than that, ask questions!!!!! It’s really great to trigger stuff up.