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An excerpt from a history book about Rogue One

Chapitre 113: The Frozen Heart

Which is literally the name of a song on the Frozen soundtrack guys help me. 

I did not walk into this chapter aiming to make a Frozen AU but woops here we are. Syaoran is Kristoph. Sakura is Anna.

And Lava Lamp guy might be Hans. Especially with all that mirror subtext, and Lava Lamp guy quite literally coming out of a mirror.

Unless Syaoran is unknowingly the Hans in this situation and Lava Lamp is the Kristoph.

I literally have no idea. 

All I know is that Fai is Elsa (both in terms of constructing fake personalities and hiding magic powers) and definitely dresses the same.

Mokona is Sven.

Where is Kurogane I just don’t know.

But all that aside, I do appreciate this chapter art being a bright coating of happiness on across a story arc that will SURELY split my heart in two. It’s essentially a token gesture at this point. The previous chapter ended with Lava Lamp guy busting out of Lava Lamp Jail and announcing Syaoran’s name to an empty room. AND NOW HERE HE IS, THE SUNSHINE CHILD WHO’S LIFE IS ABOUT TO COME CRUMBLING DOWN AROUND HIS EARS.

BUT HE WAS HAPPY FOR A MOMENT, AT LEAST.

can i just say that mark is a brilliant storyteller? because everything that’s going on, all of the hints he’s been dropping and how they tie into wkm, that shit doesn’t feel fake. 

logically i can tell myself ‘okay mark is doing this, he’s making the webcam glitches and adding the voice overs, everything is just a part of his creation’ but everything is so subtle and sinister that i also wonder, what if it’s real? what if we only think this is mark’s doing and he actually is being possessed? 

the thought is scary as shit, but i’d believe it. now that we have actual lore and an actual origin story for two egos, they feel like real entities to me, even if i know they’re not. and that’s fucking brilliant. when people talk about ‘asshole mark’ vs ‘the real mark’, i have to remind myself that it’s all fiction because it feels so real

It’s ok to cry (Reggie x reader)

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A/N: Here you have another one as I promised! I hope you like it and as you know you can make requests and I’ll try to do them as soon as posiible. xx

Also it’s possible that you find some mistakes but I don’t know what’s with me today and I can’t concentrate, maybe anxiety, anyway I’m sorry in advanced.


My relationship with Reggie was one of the few things working properly in my life lately. Since my parents started their divorce process everything had begun to twist and it wasn’t that I felt bad because of that, but the problems that it was causing me.

My father appeared almost every day at home to pick up boxes with his belongings and every time that he came it meant that they would argue and they would try to involve me somehow, that’s why I would leave the house every time my father showed at home.

I felt anxiety taking over me every time I was alone, it was something normal spending hours spinning in my bed at night trying to sleep and that made me be really tired the next day, it was like living in a vicious circle.

Despite that everything changed when I was with my friends or Reggie, they were the best thing in my life and sometimes I felt like I didn’t deserve them. But not everything was as perfect as it sounded.

The truth was that my friends don’t think I should date Reggie, they just see him as the popular and mean jock that he seem to be when everyone is looking at him, but I know who he is behind that façade and I want my friends to see what I see in him. He even stopped bothering Jughead since we started dating.

For the rest of people in Riverdale High our relationship was like if Reggie had lost some kind of bet and that was the reason why he was dating me. They didn’t want to accept the fact that someone like me was dating someone like him and vice versa.

That morning while I was putting my books in the locker I heard someone leaning against the locker next to mine and when I closed it I saw Reggie with a big smile in his face.

“Hey sunshine” I greeted him barely standing on my tiptoes to kiss him, luckily for me I was tall, so I was able to kiss him every time I feel like it.

“Hey beautiful” we liked to use affectionate nicknames in a funny way, even though I was starting to think he truly liked them. “Did you sleep well last night?” he asked putting his arm in my shoulders and leading us down the hall.

“As usual, at least last night I just had one nightmare” I said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world, I felt really comfortable talking with him about my problems, he knew everything that was in my head and I liked to think that I knew what was happening in his even though he didn’t like to express his feelings towards the rest of the world “my mom wants to take me to therapy and put me on medication or something, maybe she’s right and I’m losing my mind”

“She’s right, you are crazy” I looked at him, frowning. I didn’t understand what he meant “in a funny way” he added laughing when he saw my face and kissing my forehead.

“You are so funny” I answered elbowing him carefully and taking his arm off my shoulders but keeping his hand in mine “I’ll see you later” I added trying to go to class, which was impossible because he didn’t let go of my hand.

He drew me to him until I was standing just a few inches away from him.

“Try not to miss me too much” he joked before kissing me and leaving to his class.

I was paralyzed in that spot until the bell rang and I came back to reality, turning around and getting in class.

We were supposed to have history but the teacher instead of giving us the lesson of that day decided to talk with us about our future and what we wanted to do, I didn’t like that subject so much. My parents wanted something for me totally different from what I wanted and at the same time I was terrified with the idea of me and Reggie breaking up if we get into universities too far away from the other.

I disconnected form the class and what the teacher was saying, everything around me turned into white noise and I just heard my own voice in my head, more distorted every time, it was being absorbed by its own echo.  

“(Y/N)?” I started to hear a voice calling me, but it sounded like it was far away. Little by little it sounded closer until I came back to me and I saw everyone staring, the teacher was the one saying my name “Are you ok?”

“Yeah… I just…” I blinked a few times, trying to focus everything around me, but it stayed blurred.

“It’d be better if you go to the nursery room, Betty would you mind?” before she could say anything she was next to me, helping me to get on my feet and intertwining her arm with mine while we exited the class.

I felt even more dizzy standing on my feet, so I asked Betty to stop just for a second to calm my breathing.

“What’s happening (Y/N)? You look paler than usual” she asked with worry in her voice.

“I’m fine, I promise, I just need a moment, that’s all” I answered with difficulties, even though it was getting harder to breathe and I think Betty noticed.

“We have to get to the nursery room” she said taking me by the arm and leading me to our destination where the first thing they made me do were to lay in the stretcher.

The nurse didn’t say what was happening to me, she just asked Betty to leave the room and wait outside and then she told me to breathe at the rhythm she was going to tell me.

I had to inhale while she counted to five and then exhale while she did the same backwards.

I did as I was told a few times until suddenly I started to feel better, I was able to focus the tings around me and I didn’t feel breathless anymore. The only thing that didn’t left me was the sensation of something heavy on my chest.

The nurse left me to take some rest before she talked to me. When I lifted my body from the stretcher it was second period.

“What you have suffered is an anxiety attack; luckily you’ve arrived here before you fainted, have you suffer a anxiety attack before?” I tried to remember if I’ve ever felt this bad and I couldn’t think of something like this.

“Not that I remember” I answered with a tired voice.

“You should go to your doctor and do whatever they think is the right thing to do, but I recommend you to go home and take some rest, this attacks take all your energy”

“Ok, thank you” I got down the stretcher and went out the door, thinking Betty was outside waiting for me, but instead of her I found Reggie “What are you doing here?” I tried to sound better than with the nurse, but I don’t know if I did it well.

“I went to take you to your next class and Veronica told me what happened, so I came and I told Betty she could get back to class, are you ok?” he asked clearly worried.

“I’m fine, I promise” I said putting one hand in my chest and lifting the other like if I was being judged or something. “It looks like I’ve suffered an anxiety attack” then I realized something I haven’t noticed before, he has his eyes red and I could see how sad he looked, something was wrong, but I waited until we get to my house to ask what was wrong.

My mom was at work so we were alone, no one would disturb us. We went to my room and lay in my bed. I leaned my head on his chest and I enclosed his waist with my arm, intertwining my legs with his.

He putted his arm around my shoulders and the other one on the arm I had in his waist, caressing my skin.

“You should sleep and get some rest” he said kissing the top of my head.

“I’m not tired” I answered turning my head in his direction, leaning my chin on his chest to look at him in the eye “But I have something to ask you” I stopped for a second but he didn’t say anything “Why have you been crying?”

“I haven’t been crying” he answered immediately, which made obvious he was lying,

“Reg, I know you more than you think, I can see how sad you look even though you try to hide it and your eyes were red when you picked me up from the nursery room. It’s ok to cry. I just want you to know that you can tell me if you want” I didn’t want to force him to tell me if he didn’t want to but I needed he to feel safe with me, like I felt with him.

“It’s Jason” I unwrapped my legs from his and sat on the bed with my legs crossed, not leaving his hand for a second and paying close attention to what he was about to tell me “I thought that it was ok at first, but I don’t know, it looks like no one really cares about what happened to him, they just care for stupid family wars and they forget about Jason being dead” I could see tears forming in his eyes and I squeeze his hand.

“Do you know what’s the good part?” he looked confused, when someone dies there’s nothing good about it “He had you as a friend, someone who really realizes what the world has lost and I’m sure that Jason knew how much you appreciated your friendship” I made him smile a little and he brought my hand to his lips to leave a kiss there “You know you can tell me anything”

I lay again next to him and I caressed his cheek with my hand, looking from his eyes to his lips consecutively. I put my hand on his neck, still caressing his jaw with my thumb and I shortened the distance between us to kiss him, slow and carefully.

We kissed until we had to break to take some air and what I did was hug him, putting my arms around his neck and feeling how he put his head in the space between my head and my shoulder and how he put his arms around my waist to bring me closer to him.

This time it would be me the one who would protect him from his problems and worries and no the other way around.

“I’m supposed to take care of you after that anxiety attack” he mumbled trying to sound happier.

“Being in the same room as you are makes anxiety disappear, so technically you are taking care of me” I answered caressing his hair, feeling him getting comfier in the embrace.

A few minutes passed by, enjoying the silent and all the caress and kisses I was giving him from time to time. I thought he had fallen asleep because he had stopped caressing my back and kissing my shoulder, but suddenly he spoke.

“I love you (Y/N)” my heart skipped a beat, it was the first time one of us had said those words and I hadn’t thought it before, I wasn’t conscious that all this time we have been together no one of us had said it and now him, the one who didn’t like to express his feelings, was telling me that.

“And I love you Reggie” I answered a hundred percent sure of what I was saying, I didn’t need to think about it because I knew I felt it, every time I saw him in the halls or every time he came to my house to take me on a date to Pop’s I knew it, he made me feel that I was capable of doing whatever I wanted to do and every time he looked me with his eyes full of pride he simply made me love him more and more and I wanted to make him feel all of that and more, so hearing those words was like the confirmation that I was doing it the right way.

Distortion

For @beepbeeplettuceboi :  Do you accept prompts? Do you watch Voltron?? If so, what if Lance finds his family in a Galran prison, but he’s hurt real bad and is thrown in there to die. So he tries to explain what happened and so do they. Then they get rescued. But what if someone doesn’t make it???

Word Count: 1090

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Sweater Weather: Fever Dreams

The newest one is out! 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12155247

Shouto wakes feeling like he’s been hit by a bus. The heat on his skin is unfamiliar in the way that it burns him rather than burning atop him, and is contrasted dramatically by the freezing cold ache deep in his bones. Every muscle aches when he tries to sit up, so he lays pathetically still and tries to breathe through the feeling that there’s something sitting on his chest. His eyelids scratch against his eyes when he drags them open, and the light in his room blinds him temporarily.

His room is fuzzy around the edges, and the distorted image makes his head pound. He thinks there was something happening before he fell asleep, a person in his room maybe, or something he had to do, but it’s foggy and fleeting and small weighed against the heaviness in his body. He can’t remember what day of the week it is, and spends a moment considering the consequences of just going back to sleep and screw any responsibilities left outstanding.

He swallows past the pins and needles in his throat and tries not to cough. This will pass, he thinks groggily. As long as father isn’t home, Shouto can afford to sleep for a while longer. He’ll wake up and take whatever punishment waiting for him, he just needs a little while longer to gather himself. Just a little longer.

Somewhere through the fever haze of his thoughts, Shouto hears footsteps approaching his room, and he thinks for a moment that he can feel the floor thud with each heavy thump as it comes closer, his heart rate racketing up with each step. He gasps a ragged breath and sits up as fast as he can, too fast, his head is spinning but he has to get up, he has to be on his feet when-

His door opens just as he pushes himself up, but his legs buckle beneath him and his knees crash painfully into the floor.

“Shouto!” He can’t place the voice right away, not when it feels like his ears are under water, but something in his chest loosens and lets him sit on the floor instead of scrambling to his feet again.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm new to the spn fandom, and I want to try reading wincest, now, because I'm still new to it, I wondered, could you recommend on fics where Sam is in love with Dean and it's unrequited? I want to first get used to the idea of one of the brothers being in love with the other before I get used to both being in love. Sorry if I bother you!!

Hello there! Sadly I don’t know a lot about unrequited!wincest, I’m more into the whole wincest being in love train, (you’re not bothering me btw), these are what I can remember right now, most of them got wincest as end game, so I don’t know if the list will be helpful, sorry in advance dear ♥

Memories Of Me While investigating a routine curse in a small California town Dean loses his memory. With only his brother to lean on feelings begin to develop that aren’t exactly brotherly. How’s Sam going to cope with that?

Unasked  Sam doesn’t ask.

In Florida, when they burst out of the old collapsing mausoleum into afternoon sunshine, covered with dirt and ectoplasm and victory, and Dean punches his fists in the air and looks at him, dirty and grinning and shining so bright that for a minute Sam almost can’t see, still he doesn’t ask, he doesn’t reach out and put his hands on Dean’s face, where they belong according to every instinct and yearning he has in him.

One Going on Eternity and Counting Some boundaries were never meant to be crossed …

Learning to Breathe   When he was fifteen, Sam confessed his romantic feelings to his brother. Rejected and unable to face his brother again, Sam runs away. In an effort to stay off his father’s radar, he turns to a life of crime to get by. As it turns out, he’s pretty good at it.

The Ghost of Somebody At His Side The night before Sam Winchester meets with his 12th grade guidance counselor for the second time, something very bad happens. One of those somethings that takes only a ridiculously short amount of time – in this case, about three minutes – yet manages to change the course of two lives forever. Or: Sam goes to Stanford, and takes most of Dean’s heart with him.

 

Eight Things You Should Know  Dean called Sam from outside the library and told him to get his punk-ass in gear, and, distracted, Sam accidentally left his hand inside the copier as he pushed the green button. The bar of white light scanned across, taking in the book pages and Sam’s fingertips spread out at the edges, blurry black and white. Sam knew copy machines were totally safe and had seen guys flatten their faces on the glass–eyes open–but it still bugged him. It left his hand feeling all tingly and weird, though that might have been mostly in Sam’s head.

Distortion  Sam drunk dials Dean.

One True Kiss  Sam knew that Dean was a good kisser.

Don’t Hold Me Too High  Leave it to a goddamn Winchester to try and shoulder someone else’s wrongs. (Or the one where Sam is in love with his brother and Dean is… not.)

Manhattan for Beads   In Nebraska, Dean slipped up. They were staking out a Little League park that night, camped in right-center with their arms and canteens. It was haunted, cursed, something. Kids kept breaking bones and losing eyes in bizarre collisions, swinging into great looping foul balls that crash-landed on windshields out on the too-close road and caused head-on wrecks. Beyond the chainlink fence in the outfield was corn, a sea of it, and two days ago a kid had hit a towering home run that brained a guy on a tractor. It was that kind of hysterically random evil.

The Things We Carry With Us  Sam and Dean are on the road, saving people and hunting things, like they always do. Dean discovers that Sam is attempting to turn himself into a monk, and so he does his best to get Sam laid. Sam resists because, of course, who needs to have sex with a girl when Dean’s around? It’s about going on a roadtrip with your brother. It’s about the food you eat, and the maps you follow. It’s about the things you carry with you. (Takes place some time after Heart.)

w a i t i n g

i’m still here

i’ve never left your side

e v e r

give in

t o  u s

i’ve been waiting

m y l o v e


Voices tread through my head.
It’s hurting- no killing me.
I can’t stop tugging my hair, or scratching my scalp.
I want to get them out.
I want them out.

“get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out of my head get out- GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT-” I shrieked thrashing around my bed. I kicked the blankets off. Finally I sat still staring at my ceiling, my face was wet from the tears and my voice felt raw from screaming my head off. Suddenly a man that I barely recognized ran in, terrified, I sat up. He look… worried. But why?
This man had dark brown, almost black hair, with a light stubble. He had gentle, very caring eyes. Why was he in my house? He spoke.
“Hey are you alright?? Why was there screaming, love?” Love? Mark never called me that.

Wait a second.

Mark..

Mark

I remembered him. But now there was something off. There was something twisted about this.

“I asked you something love… what’s wrong?” ‘Mark’ sat on the bed putting his hand on my calf. I scooted away from his touch, and he snarled. My eyes widened in fear as he yanked me by his leg towards him. There was some sort of glitch in him. This man who wasn’t Mark looked distorted, my head began to ache as I heard giggles all around.
There was some sort of twitch in the corner of my eye, as I turned to look there was nothing, yet I saw something flicker. I looked back as this… man who still was gripped onto me. He had a suit on now but it looked like there was almost three of him, like I was in some 3-D movie. A part of him screamed in rage, and he leaned in close.
“wake up my love, he’s waiting..” he whispered.

Confused and afraid I shut my eyes. Now giggles and voices echoed and flowed in my head, threatening me, screaming at me. I opened my eyes screaming.
After a moment another man ran in. Except smaller and with green hair but just as much concern as the last man in my dream… no… my nightmare.

“What’s wrong my love?”

anonymous asked:

About the past episodes, in which they were all trapped in homeworld... couldn't Lapis fly to homeworld? She did once, and I think she could do it again, maybe carrying one of the Crystal Gems.

In Lapis’ own words, she’s a criminal now and Homeworld would be on the lookout for her, just as they are about the Off Colours. Even though Homeworld might not have wind of the Crystal Gems’ being on Earth, that a fugitive from Earth (Lapis) was with another gem would automatically arouse suspicion. I

If I’m reading the undertones of the ask correctly, this is in response to bringing Lars and the Off Colours home (?) And I think the issue here is that the only one who cannot feasibly make it back is Lars. Despite his new physiology though, I’d say there are limits to how gem-like he is. In that, I don’t think he can make the journey back if Lapis just carries him. He doesn’t seem to be made of out mass-light and the reason I think Lapis made it as quickly as she did was her finding a warp somewhere outside the Crystal System where Earth lies. I say this because flying on a spaceship (not using blackhole travel) would have taken a hundred years, as we’ve seen in Adventures in Light Distortion.

Manipulating space-time to travel is a relatively new feature of gem technology, though, as only Peridot is familiar with it. That means it’s probably not something Lapis is capable of. Then we run back into the problem of being unable to use the warps to Earth because they are either destroyed, or heavily watched by Homeworld given the new threat of “Rose’s” reappearance.

you’ve heard the stories, haven’t you?

mi·ran·da ham·il·ton
noun (proper); the witch
“she’s a witch who pledged my soul to the devil and anoints me with the blood of infants to keep me safe in battle.”

john sil·ver
noun (proper); the giant
“they call him john the giant. they say that he’s seven foot tall. they say that he moves better on that leg than most do with the ones that god gave them.”

james flint
noun (proper); the undead
“turk thinks flint is undead, walks the earth without a soul. he believes there’s a witch who lives deep inside the island who controls his every move.”

tho·mas ham·ilt·on
noun (proper); the mad
“i’d long heard of the tragedy that befell his eldest son. thomas’ wife, long rumored to be the cheating sort, had begun a torrid affair with her husband’s closest friend, a promising young officer in his majesty’s navy. and upon discovering the affair, thomas went mad with grief.”

DreamCatcher

Words: 13k (oops) 

Genre: Fluff & Angst

Summary: When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser. 

Originally posted by yoohngs

The monsters are always there.

Ever since you were little, you’ve been chased by nightmares. The monsters that lived inside your head, distorted memories that were fixed to be outright horrifying. They fed on your fears and shoved them to you, like unwanted Christmas presents wrapped in pretty bows and ugly patterns. They evolved as you grew older and their persistent never stopped no matter how hard you tried to run, like a tail attached to you. When you blinked, eyelids closed and darkness flooding your vision, they’d come back. And even when you opened your eyes again, they were still there. They’re always there.

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eene-fangirl  asked:

What is your favorite Edd trait?

Is it cheating to say his reactions?  I love looking at how his emotions distort his head shape, and I love thinking up new expressions for him.  The complete and utter flexibility of his design is deceptively unique to his character. Despite how the wiggling outlines seem, the other characters tend to stay the same shapes for like 90% of their expressions.

#13. Angst - Shiro x Reader

It’s day 13 of the 30 day challenge! I know this isn’t DC but I’m shaking things up a bit. I love Voltron and I’ve had this head cannon swimming around my head for a while and I think today’s prompt is perfect for it. Fret not though, we go back to DC tomorrow.  For the full list of the prompts I will be doing for this writing challenge and the ones I have already completed, go here. Enjoy!

You were trembling in fear as your abductors dragged you through the halls of the ship. They stopped you in front of the door and spoke to you in a dialect you didn’t understand. You stammered and stuttered, trying to tell them you didn’t understand them but their patience wore thin.

The soldiers opened the door and pushed you into the small room with a hard shove. You stumbled and fell to the ground with a hard smack. When you fell you twisted your ankle. Pain shot through your leg and you let out a cry of pain. You heard the soldier laugh at your cry as the door closed behind you. You cradled your ankle in your hands feeling it begin to swell up.

“Move! They’re hurt!” A deep commanding voice ordered when the guards were gone. The voice parted the eclectic crowd of strange looking aliens and the familiar face of a human man came into view. You couldn’t help but to feel that you recognized him from somewhere but you weren’t quite sure where.

“I’m fine.” You insisted as the man crouched down to examine your injury. “I think it’s just a sprain.” You say. You could feel the shooting pain slowly turn into throbbing. After he inspected your ankle himself he was satisfied with your diagnosis.

“I think you’re right. There not much we can do about it here though.” He said gesturing around to the crowded cell. You suddenly realized where you recognized this man.

“Your Shiro aren’t you? The Kerberos pilot? I’m [Y/N], I was on the Kerberos recovery mission when I was abducted. Where are the other crew members?” You inquired looking around the cell in hopes of finding more humans but you were disappointed.

“I don’t know where they are. I think they’re at a work camp far away from here.” He answered honestly.

“Where is here?” You asked. This place … everything was alien. You had joined the Garrison in hopes to explore the galaxy one day but this wasn’t what you had in mind. You had no idea what the soldiers wanted you for, never mind why they were collecting such a strange combination of being and stuffing them into a cell.

“From what I can gather we’re on an alien warship. I think they’re searching for something.” He said taking a seat beside you. You can’t imagine how long it’s been since he’s been able to communicate with someone. By the looks of his clothing his must have been here for a while.

“What do they want us for?” You asked. A dark look came over his eyes.

“We’re their entertainment.” He stated darkly. Your eyes widened and panic started to rise in your chest at his words.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“We’re all Gladiators. Every couple of days they’ll come in and take a couple of us to fight to the death for their amusement.” He said his eyes remaining trained on the ground. You began to feel your panic manifest. Your breathing quickened and tears started to prick at your eyes. Shiro noticed you start to panic and pulled you into his arms, holding you in a tight comforting embrace.

“We’re going to get out of here, alright? You are not going to die on this ship. We are going to go home.” He insisted holding you tight in his arms. His words were just what you needed to hear and you started to calm down.

“How?” You asked against his chest.

“I’m still trying to figure that out.” He replied.

Day after day passed and the guards took a handful of people returning with far fewer than had left. When you numbers dwindled to next to nothing they would bring in another herd of abductees to fill the cell. You and Shiro remained to be the only humans of the group.

One day the guards came in and herded a group to send the the arena. One of the guards looked to where you and Shiro sat together trying to go unnoticed and pointed in your direction and commanded you to rise. Shiro stood up in your place and attempted to join the other scared souls. The guard stopped him by placing a forceful hand on his chest.

“No Champion. Her.” He commanded pointing directly at you with his blade. You slowly rose to your feet. Your feet felt heavy as you made your way to the others.

“NO! This fight is mine.” He growled at the alien soldier. The soldier turned and butted the handle of his blade against Shiro’s side. He fell to his knees clutching his side at the force of the attack.

“And I say it’s hers.” The soldier said arrogantly. He grabbed you by the hair and threw you into line with the other tributes.

“Survive.” Shiro gasped out to you almost inaudibly as you were led past him. You were terrified when you entered the ring. You opponent was just as frightened as you but you came out the winner. You were the one who wanted to survive the most.

You felt horribly about what you had to do but you didn’t have a choice. One of you had to die and you weren’t going to let it be you. You cried in Shiro’s lap that night as he gently stroked your hair and comforted you. He understood what you were going through and was there to support you each night that you were forced to fight.

In the midst of the danger and uncertainty you and Shiro began to fall in love with each other. It was hard not to when you were spending all of your time together and going through much of the same traumas.

You were thankful that the Galra never forced you to fight Shiro but you were sure that it was only a matter of time before they pitted the two long surviving champions against one another. You hoped to find a way off this ship before that happens.

Most of the aliens preferred to ignore you two. Odds were that one of you would be the ones pitted against them so they kept their distance. The space that the others gave you provided you and Shiro with a false sense of solitude. You became careless in your displays of affection and eventually the more sadistic Galra soldiers caught on.

One day while they were picking tributes they pulled both of you to your feet. You assumed that you weren’t going to be fighting each other but the thought nagged at the back of your mind. They wouldn’t want to get rid of one of their two main attractions would they?

Your fears were brought to reality when they handed both you and Shiro weapons and threw you into the ring. You looked at him wide eyed with fear as you slowly proceeded into the roaring arena.

Survive. You every muscle screamed but there was no surviving this situation. You couldn’t kill Shiro. You wouldn’t.

“Shiro. I can’t do this.” You cried pulling him into your arms, not caring about the audience you had. If this was going to be your last moments, you wanted it to be in his arms.

“Yes you can. Survive” He urged pulling you closer in his arms. The crowd grew restless as they waited for the action to start. Galra soldier framed every exit of the arena. There was no escape.

“No. I won’t kill you.” You insisted taking his face in your hands and looked deep into his eyes. “You have a better chance of escaping and going back to Earth than I ever did. Please Shiro, I love you. I can’t kill you.” You sobbed. He took your face into his hands and planted a deep passionate kiss on your lips.

“You’re strong [Y/N]. Stronger than you realize. You can do this. I love you.” He whispered encouragingly, resting his forehead against yours. He placed his blade into your open hand and nodded to you to give you permission. You shook your head, tears distorting your vision.

“No!” You cried out so that all in the arena could hear. You deliberately threw both of the weapons out of reach. “We fight no longer!” You cried with strength and fury.

Suddenly there was a flurry of activity and the Galra soldiers rushed the arena and pulled you and Shiro away from each other. You were dragged far through the hallways until they threw both of you down at the feet of a Galra officer. The soldiers spoke in their unfamiliar dialect but you got the gist of it. They were determining you and Shiro’s fate.

“I have use for the male.” A shrouded woman lifted Shiro’s chin and inspected him. “But he does require modifications.” She slithered. She waved her hand towards a nearby soldier. He stepped forward, drew his blade and brought it down against Shiro’s arm.

“Shiro!” You cried as he doubled over in pain. They dragged him away to god knows where and left you to the mercy of the officer. The woman stopped and turned to address him before leaving.

“Do what you wish with the girl.” She said waving nonchalantly towards you. You cried out Shiro’s name again as she left with him. The last thing you saw was his unconscious body being dragged from the room when you felt a sharp blow hit your head and your world went black.

6

Anyone notice in Mark’s recent Slenderman video that whenever he gets spooked the facecam freaks out too and drops in quality. I watched the whole video twice in HD and it keeps doing the same thing. Also noticed that in some parts of the video there is some kind of aura/distortion around Mark’s head? (first gif).

Theorise away!

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