humans are strange creatures


I got inspired by humans are weird posts.
The first time it happened, no one took notice. When it reached the hundredth time, everyone took notice.

The newest members of the Galactic Alliance were tough beyond imagination. Stories were spread all over the place.

“I once saw one go for ten klicks without stopping, while their leg was broken.”

“Hey, have you heard about the time one managed to lift half of a ship to get a member of the crew out?”

“They do what???”

“They pierce metal into their flesh and inject ink into their skin.”

“How do they not die?”

“They heal so fast it doesn’t trouble them.”

The species in question: Humans. Rumors spread of their strength. Twenty years after they joined one of the Universe’s most brilliant minds released an article on humans.

She had lived among humans since they joined. Every bit of their culture fascinated her. When her apartment complex went up in flames she saw men and women racing inside to get those trapped out. Her eyes widened when she met veterans. They told her stories that she could hardly believe, but their mental and physical scars told otherwise. Her heart stopped when a child went missing and their parents searched for weeks even when others had given up. Famine struck in small countries, cars crashed, children were born, friends became family, some were lost, others were gained, and these strange creatures always kept going. Humans were people of iron wills, mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers.

This brilliant mind read through their lore and felt all their feelings. Danger was not unfamiliar to them. It was a fact of life. Animals nearly gave her a heart attack.

“What creatures are these?”

“Those are cats. They’re a type of pet.”

“You keep flesh-eating clawed animals as pets?”

Not to mention the weather, and the planet itself.

“Why is the ground shaking?”

“It’s an Earthquake. They’re quite common here, because we are on a fault line.”

“Is this planet designed to kill you?”

“In a way, yes.”

The atmosphere was made up of oxygen. Which is used as a type of fuel source. Essentially, humans breathed death.

When the article hit the mainstream humans became the most sought after explorers. Who knew that these people were so tough.

Humans Are Weird

I’ve been pondering this all morning and after much thought, I’ve decided to jump on the “humans are strange and confusing creatures” bandwagon.

I only have one word (or, more accurately, one word composed of two different words… a compound word, if you will) for you all. Gemstones. It is not impossible that in some far reaches of the universe, another species shares our love of pretty rocks, but if we look around at other planets in our very own solar system, like Jupiter and Saturn, where it rains diamonds, gemstones would not be such a rare commodity. They aren’t even such a rare commodity here on Earth. Yet we are enchanted by them, paying great sums to acquire them and wear them. We fawn over people who have the prettiest ones and offer them to loved ones as gifts.

Now, imagine if you will, a space crew landing on an uncharted planet, where rubies are just as common as sand. The other members think nothing of it, but are perplexed as they turn to see Human Steve grabbing them by the fistful and filling his pockets greedily. Is he collecting samples for scientific research? Humans are known for their fondness of “space rocks”, they have brought back multiple ones from their moon to study, but these? These were rubies. The whole crew knew what they were, no need to analyze them any further. A confused rookie, Jix, a Freelian (a reptilian race, slender and logical from the planet Freel) inquired as to why Human Steve would need so much of a common stone once they returned to the ship. Human Steve just gave him a smile and replied “My girlfriend loves them.” So his mate was a rock enthusiast. “It’s endearing how Human Steve supports his mate’s interests.” Jix noted to another crew member. “What do you mean?” asked Commander Gress. “He went out of his way to collect rocks for his mate, simply because she likes them.” Jix stated. “You mean the rubies?” Gress said with a chuckle, “Yeah, gemstones are a rare thing on Earth.” Jix didn’t understand. Gress continued: “It makes them precious. They use ‘em as gifts… It’s a human thing.” she said with a dismissive wave and left. Jix nodded pensively. He enjoyed Human Steve’s company and wanted to convey to him, without the use of words (preferably a gift, something special), how much he appreciated him. Jix suddenly had a brilliant idea.

The next morning, Human Steve woke up to an eager Jix pulling him out of bed. “I got you something!” he chirped, leading Human Steve to the cargo bay, where a large beige boulder took up most of the room. Perplexed, “It’s a rock.” was all Human Steve could say. However, Human Steve didn’t want to upset poor Jix, he seemed so proud. A “thank you” was stammered by Human Steve and the boulder was moved to his quarters. Later that day, Linda from engineering (also a human) asked him about the boulder. Human Steve shrugged, “Must be a Freelian thing.”

The possibilities are endless.

anonymous asked:

Who is this Samauri Jack, and where can I find him? (In other words, I have never heard of this show (it is a show, right?) and would appreciate it if you could direct me to a place where I can view it, the introduce myself to a new fandom hell.)

Well… I suppose I could…

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anonymous asked:

Hello! This blog is amazingly helpful sand I thank you for all your hard work! I have an unusual question.. My character is somewhat human, and could maybe pass for one in dim lighting. But their skin is a purple-ish color and they have rather beastial teeth. My character gets hit by a car(at night) and the driver calls 911. Would EMTs be expected to treat this non-human like a human or would they need to report this strange creature to local authorities?

I think that depends on the character of your EMTs. This character looks like a person, except for some abnormalities, so the instinct might be to help, but one of them might look at it and go “That’s not human!” and get scared. I mean, I’d be freaking scared if an alien turned up at a scene, and I don’t know if I’d help.

It depends on how the creature is behaving. If it’s totally unconscious, they might decide “screw it, just treat it, whatever it is” and take care of it like a human. If the character is awake and showing those bestial teeth, they might not. The mantra of the EMT, after all, is Scene Safety. If my patient could gnaw my head off, my scene is not safe.

As for notifying authorities…. well, whatever form of police protects that area would already be coming for a man hit by a car (the initial report that went in), and if the EMTs transport the patient, they’ll hand them over to docs, who will have the joy of trying to figure out WTF they’re treating – and if they need to call anyone else.

You could even play this for absurdist comedy. Have one of the EMTs call a comically by-the-book supervisor.

“Hey Boss, I got something pretty strange. I think my patient is an alien.”

“Then he’s not your patient.” 

“….What? No, he got hit by a car. Listen…”

“Paramedic Hornswaddle, page 17 of the Operations Manual clearly states that EMS members are not to care for non-human patients. No cats, no dogs, no tarantulas, no strange creatures by the side of the highway. Please complete your report and go available.” Click. Hornswaddle is left staring at her cell phone.

It’s an interesting pickle! I hope your story goes well.

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Humans Are Weird

Another “humans are strange and confusing creatures” idea came to me. Our smell. “What about our smell, Sab?” I hear you ask, “Are you saying we would smell bad?” Allow me to answer your question with another question. What of the aliens who don’t rely on sight? (And, why? Do you think you smell bad?).

Imagine, if you please, a species of aliens, who, not unlike the Earth bat or mole, has very poor eyesight. One way they could get around is through superior hearing; another way they could recognize one another is through smell. But what do humans have to do with this? Perfume. How confused would those aliens be, to be walking around the ship when all of a sudden they smell someone unfamiliar.

“Who are you?” asked Draxonis, in his gruff Thelonian voice (Thelonians, from Thelonis, have remarkable senses; sight isn’t one of them, unfortunately). Human Steve stopped in the hallway and glanced around; was he talking to him? “It’s me, Drax.” Human Steve replied. “It sounds like Human Steve, Draxonis said defensively, but Human Steve has never smelled so… musky.” Human Steve sniffed his collar and chuckled. “New perfume, buddy, sorry.” He patted Draxonis’ shoulder playfully and continued on his merry way. Draxonis had heard of “perfume”, humans and Delfini used it to artificially alter their odour. However, the Delfini only seemed to use it during important rituals or traditional ceremonies; flowery smells were only used at Pelona, for example (the annual Shedding Of The Skin, a very joyous time of year for young Delfini). But there were no Delfini on board. Humans seemed to use it daily, without much regard as to what the smell was. It only served to confuse and disorient poor Thelonian crew members like Draxonis.

Perfumed soaps, laundry detergent, deodorant, perfume, fabric softener, diet, shampoo, conditioner… changing but one of these can drastically alter a person’s smell. The possibilities are endless.

thisisabackuplmao  asked:

companions react to sole being upset and asking to use their hand for stimming?? if that's okay, thank you!

Self-stimulatory behavior, also known as stimming and self-stimulation, is the repetition of physical movements, sounds, or repetitive movement of objects common in individuals with developmental disabilities, but most prevalent in people with autistic spectrum disorders.

Cait: “Wh… What’re you gonna do with it?” For a moment she’s not quite sure what they’re asking, but hesitantly lets them do it. It seems a bit strange, and semi-gross, but it seems to calm them. She might not give in to the request in future, but if nothing else, she doesn’t speak ill of Sole’s particular needs in future.

Codsworth: Programmed with the knowledge of Sole’s particular level of functioning, he almost considers it a compliment that Sole trusts him enough to ask for him in comfort. He gives them a claw or limb or whatever they request, offering gentle words or touches after.

Curie: She understands at once what Sole’s asking, and gives them her hand without hesitation. Once she understands that Sole looks to her for comfort, she often brings with her other stimulating items - things of a certain texture or taste, or certain objects Sole grew fond of. She’s happy to be a source of relief for them.

Danse: “This is not-” It catches him off-guard, but, reluctantly, he allows it. He watched critically, trying to see what Sole gained from the interaction, or why they’d ask him of all people. Then, after, he asks gently: “Did that help you?” It’s a strange form of intimacy, and he lets them stim on him whenever they need it.

Deacon: “I…” He gets where Sole’s coming from, but he’s so uncomfortable with most physical contact that he can’t quite say yes. “I can’t. Here, though, how about we-” And he offers alternate suggestions. He feels bad if it aggravates Sole’s emotional state, even feels guilty for being unable to offer them the comfort he needs. But he just can’t do that.

Dogmeat: His paw is soft and nice, with bits of dirt on the bottom. Dogmeat watches them curiously as they touch and stim with it, sitting still very politely and sniffing them as they calm down.

Hancock: Ghouls have a very particular texture and smell. Hancock’s never usually self-conscious about it, but under Sole’s request feels a little strange. At first he thinks it’s a sex thing, and goes, “Sure.” Then, after, he figures it out, and gets in the habit of offering a hug or a hand to Sole when they’re agitated. Hey, it’s not the strangest thing in the world he’s ever done.

Nick Valentine: “You sure? You don’t want, like, uh…” What do people want when they’re stimming? Suggesting another object feels patronizing, and god knows he doesn’t want to make Sole feel bad. So he gives in, offering both his hands due to their difference in appearance. It reinforces his attitude of caretaker - it’s more important to protect Sole than protect his ego.

MacCready: It makes him sort of uncomfortable. What, so they’re just gonna… grope him? He knew kids in Little Lamplight who were real fond of teddy bears and shi- stuff like that, but he’s no teddy bear. But, Sole looks so upset, and… He ends up letting them hold his hand as they stim, feeling a little like he’s comforting Duncan during a thunderstorm.

Piper: “Yes?” She says yes more out of curiosity than anything. She watches as Sole takes their hand and uses the physical contact to calm them. In a weird way, it makes sense to her. “Like someone stroking your hair to calm you down,” she says. “Or when you grab your leg when you bruise it to make it hurt less. I got it. You can do that whenever you need.”

Preston: “Uh… sure.” He sticks out a hand sort of awkwardly, expecting them to hold it. He’s surprised when they run their hands over it or touch it to their face. He doesn’t question when they’re finished, just gives them a faint sort of smile. “Good? Good.” He doesn’t even think to call it an autistic thing - he just feels sort of pleased that his touch could calm them.

Strong: Many mutants have teddy bears or favored guns for similar reasons. Not to say that all Super Mutants are autistic, of course, but many of them were children or young adults who got infected, and having comfort items calmed them sometimes. Besides, humans are strange creatures - he doesn’t question Sole’s idiosyncrasies anymore. 

X6-88: “For stimulation, yes.” He doesn’t have any sort of expression when he extends a hand. Being assigned to Sole, he’s read all their records and is aware of the symptoms of autism. He doesn’t question it or refuse, but. Later, he wonders why they chose him, instead of any other meaningful object. It makes him wonder.

haunting-song  asked:

Okay, finally got the courage to send in this request! How about Zen as a merman meeting a human MC? It can be like The Little Mermaid if you like; both he and Ariel share that same inner strength and determination, a big reason as to why they are two of my all-time favorite characters. <3 Or it can be a plot of your own design. The idea of Zen as a merman sounds really awesome because he *does* look like he can come from another world, and I'm sure he'd look great as one. c: Thank you so much!

When I tried writing this, Zen always somehow ended up being a siren rather than a merman and took lots of rewriting trying to figure out a plot to use, but I finally did it! Sorry for the wait, and thank you for requesting! I really want to make a full multi-part/chaptered fic with this because I had a much deeper plot in mind, buuuut for now I’ll leave it like this. (I’ll post my fic ideas for what the deeper plot of it is later tho)

There was something about the land that seemed so fascinating to a sea-dweller like Zen. Perhaps because it was a world he doesn’t know much of and wanted to learn more, or perhaps it was out of mere curiosity. Humans were such strange creatures, and though they were interesting, they were quite dangerous towards merpeople.

What was it about immortality that made humans act so violent and greedy to get a chance at it? It wasn’t like the humans knew if those legends about merpeople were true. …Well, the legends of merpeople and their link towards immortality weren’t too far off. Zen himself has never come into contact with a human, but he has heard stories from others, so despite his curiosity towards the complicated creatures, he did maintain a safe distance from them.

But even so, Zen wanted to see what the land was like. The merman couldn’t leave the sea for too long, but he did enjoy spending some time on the shore in the middle of the night with no humans in sight as his eyes scanned around the area and starry sky.

It was just like any regular night with him spending some idle time on the shore when Zen picked up on some footsteps in the sand. He glanced around and saw a human from afar. You were walking along the shore, unable to find some sleep and decided to go for a quick stroll. Zen immediately retreated back to the water, but he couldn’t help but be curious. This was his first time seeing a human after all, so he stayed behind, still keeping a safe distance away and hidden away by the night.

You sit down onto the sand with a heavy sigh, wiggling your toes in the grains that offer ticklish sensations. The corners of your lips mar themselves into a frown as you recall something unpleasant from the day, and out of frustration, you pick up a small stone and throw it into the water. You were expecting to hear a splash, but all you heard instead was a voice.


Your eyes widen, and you immediately stand up in a panic. “Who’s there?!”

Zen was about to leave at risk of getting caught, but he can see the fear in your expression, and he bites his lip. Human or not, he wasn’t one to leave a woman in distress. Trying to push away the thoughts of what the consequences might be, the merman makes himself known to you. “You should be careful throwing stuff into the ocean. People live here.”

Confusion etches its way onto your features as this gorgeous young man is revealed in the moonlight, his silvery white hair catching the moonlight in all the right ways. “Who…are you?” You ask slowly before your eyes look into the water and realize that this young man doesn’t have any legs but a— “Are you a merman?!” You gasp in awe and wonder.

There’s a small moment of silence before Zen asks, “…Are you not going to try to catch me to eat me?”

“What? Why would I do that?” Your face scrunches up in disgust at the idea.

“Isn’t that what you humans do with us? Eating the flesh of us merfolk to gain immortality?”

You furrow your eyebrows together. “I have no idea what kind of humans you’ve been hanging out with, but I’m not like that.” Suddenly realizing how rude you were being, you quickly introduce yourself, offering your name to the merman.

“I’m Zen,” the male introduces himself to you after coming to the decision that you seem friendly enough.

After that, it sort of became a natural occurrence for the two of you to meet up on the shore in the middle of the night. Both you and Zen engaged in conversations about each other’s world, interested in the way the other lived; however, the conversations started to shift at some point. It was no longer about the other’s world as a whole, but about the other as a person. The topics of discussion changed from the foods people eat to your favourite type of food, or places that exist to places you’ve been to and would want to visit.

“You know,” Zen starts one day, “we’re always talking here on the shore. How about we go a bit further into the water?”

You hesitate for a moment. “I-I would like to, but…the thing is…I don’t know how to swim. I-I’m afraid of drowning, to be honest, especially at night with nobody else around.”

“I’m here,” Zen reminds you with a reassuring smile. “I’ll keep you safe.”

You don’t know why, but you end up trusting the merman. You give a slow nod of your head. “Okay then, tomorrow night. I’ll be sure to wear my swimsuit.”

As promised, the next night, you had worn a swimsuit underneath your usual attire. Warmth crawled up to Zen’s cheeks as he watched you strip down to it before you take a few steps into the water. “It’s cold!” You complain with a shiver, but you don’t back out. You’ve already gone this far.

You continue walking, the seafloor getting deeper and deeper, and a sense of anxiety fills you the more your body is submerged in water. You’re on your tiptoes by now, and Zen immediately goes to your side, grabbing hold of your hand. “It’s okay, I’m right here. Just relax…”

You nod, putting your faith and trust in the merman, and he guides you a bit further into the water, squeezing your hand and not once letting go. You kick your legs around for a bit, trying to figure out what kind of movement would help you stay afloat, and after a while, you finally get used to it. Even after becoming more comfortable, however, Zen doesn’t let go of you, tilting his head to the side as he stares at you.

“This is the closest we’ve ever been,” the merman notes with a small hum, the sound ringing pleasantly in your ear.

You find yourself blushing at the realization, and offer an awkward sound of acknowledgement, finding yourself unable to trust your own voice at the moment. At your silence, Zen decides to continue, “It’s a bit strange… I didn’t expect humans to be so…soft to the touch. It’s nice, and I quite like it.”

Almost as though to prove his point, Zen trails a finger along the length of your arm, starting from the wrist all the way to your shoulders. Your heart leaps in your chest when he doesn’t stop, dragging all of his fingers now along the column of your neck to your jawline before cupping your cheek. Your heart hammers against you when Zen locks his gaze with yours.

There’s something about the way he looks at you that makes your cheeks flush. Somehow, it seems like your senses are heightened, and you can take note of every single detail. Your forms reflected on the surface of the water. The moonlight illuminating the pair of you. The subtle sounds of moving water. The warmth of Zen’s body against yours. The way his shaky breaths mix with yours in the small space between your lips as Zen leans closer towards you, tilting his head to the side which allows some of his hair around his shoulders to fall off.

You close your eyes in anticipation, and you feel Zen’s lips on the corner of your mouth. He lingers there for a moment before suddenly leaning back, almost as though just realizing what he was doing.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I—I-I just felt like…” The merman stumbles with his words before trailing off, the redness of his cheeks plainly obvious even in the darkness of the night.

You squeeze Zen’s hand, prompting him to look up at you. “I think I understand…”

As I may have mentioned before, I kinda have this habit of constructing big, elaborate fantasy settings without any idea of what to use them for. They could make for decent novel concepts, if I had any ideas for plots or characters, or they could work well as RPG settings, just without any plans for system mechanics or anything else for that matter. There seem to be other people on this site who enjoy reading these kinds of things as much as I do, however, so I’ve written up blurbs on three of my most recently active ideas for a lark. 

Some people have OCs, I suppose, while I seem to have settings instead. Either way, asking me questions about any of these concepts is a great way to get me to talk for a long-ass time about my purposeless pet fantasy worlds. 

Space Fantasy: All sorts of Standard Fantasy Worlds exist on different planets but they don’t actually matter as much as the cultures and factions that live in space full-time. Fantasy Space works more or less just like real space except that stars are vast and slow-thinking gods and ships can go faster than light by riding the love poetry stars send to one another. Living in space is hard, so the cultures who do so usually don’t have any other option. Space empires are really impractical but that doesn’t stop people from trying, and battles between ships tend to be 1 on 1 rather than involving giant fleets. Also, said space battles are fought with giant magic robots, because I’m shamelessly in love with the idea. 

Weird Fantasy: It’s the future, humans are all dead, and all sorts of strange creatures have inherited the earth. These include, but are not limited to: sentient beetle colonies, animated human skeletons, sentient plants (or rather, sentient non-human souls that grow plant bodies for themselves), the dreams of slumbering dragon monsters, dogs, and robot space probes returning to earth and wondering what the hell happened while they were away. Society is very cosmopolitan, with people from all the different species living together rather than in totally separate societies. A lot of the story’s focus would be on the complexities and challenges of people with such different needs and natures living together, and the different ways they all try to connect to the extinct humans whose ruins still cover the earth. 

Gothic Fantasy: Once, the nobles of the great houses drank the blood of dragons to attain great power and longevity, but now that the dragons have been hunted to extinction the nobles have nothing to prey on save for each other. Both the land and its people have been twisted by centuries of rampant blood magic;  ordinary people descended from living weapons of war learn to fear the monstrous strength that lies latent in their bodies, while others embrace their dark side and seek to create a world in which mere humanity has no place. I imagine lots of focus on the wars and politics of the cannibal vampire nobles who all want to drink each others’ blood. The setting stems from an idea of people finding magic, dedicating their entire society to it, and then looking at themselves in horror at what they’ve done to themselves with its power.  Definitely the darkest idea on my back-burner to have started life as a concept for a Naruto spinoff in highschool. 

Emotions [Min Yoongi]

Originally posted by nnochu

Genre: AU + Fluff

Words: 1970

Feeding off of negativity is something you needed to do to survive…until you met Min Yoongi


They’re strange creatures. Ambition drives them to do amazing things, yet they still manage to fuck up and have stupid inconsistencies due to their feelings getting in the way. Most say things they don’t mean, and intentionally split themselves apart instead of staying together as a stronger force. I’d say, human’s flaw is emotion. Luckily for me, it’s worked in my favor, considering I feed off of negativity: jealousy, rage, sadness, you name it. On a good day, I like to think that this sustenance makes up for the lack of emotion I have.

That is, until I met a man named Min Yoongi.

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Houska Castle – Gates to Hell

This 800 year old castle is located in the mountains north of Prague. In the Czech Republic it is refered to as the Gates of Hell due to its haunting reputation.

It is said that the giant pit this castle was built on top of is the gateway to hell. The castle was constructed to seal away the evil. The structure of the castle itself is designed to keep people in rather than keep people out.

There are tales about half human - half beast like creatures emerging from the bottomless pit and strange moaning can be heard throughout the castle. There is one story about a duke who would pardon any criminal if they would be lowered into the pit using a rope and report back what they saw. One criminal was lowered into the pit and started to scream in terror. When they pulled him up they saw that his hair had turned all white and the man had gone mad.

Hello, let me tell you a bit about Tulpas

   Hey there and I NEVER write things like this but I thought this could help some people out. So for those that have never heard about tulpas, they are a creation of your imagination. They can look like anything you want them to look like. From a bird to a strange looking creature.
   Some people make human tulpas but I would prefer people NOT to do that. You could potentially fall in love with your tulpa and that would not be good. They are not real so you couldn’t even do anything. Also if the human tulpa is based on an actual person or a character from a tv show/anime/movie/book etc, the tulpa could have personality issues per say. They would feel the need to be PERFECT and would have trouble doing so and they wouldn’t feel so good. 
   Other than that, tulpas are strange. No one quite knows what they are. Most people view them as another consciousness within a person’s body. The tulpa can develop it’s own personality and voice or you could possibly assign them those things. I think it’s better for them to let them create their own personalities though.
   Many people create tulpas for a number of reasons. For example like loneliness, a need for a very close friend, or just for help. Tulpas are connected to you and are closer to you than any friend could be. They understand you.
   This isn’t every single thing you need to know about them though so I will site a pretty good guide! It goes WAY more in depth than i do. Im just saying the idea of it and see if you’re interested  GUIDE TO TULPAS
   ONE LAST THING! Do not be afraid of your tulpa and trust them. If you don’t the whole thing can go astray and they can turn out pretty horrible aka they could turn out being a total bitch or hurt you in some way. Don’t worry though! It rarely ever happens.

Thorns Pt: 2



SUMMARY:   PART 1: Summary It’s been a year since the RFA party. MC and Jumin’s relationship was rocky because some demons were coming out. That didn’t stop the couple from continuing to fight for internal happiness. Jumin made the biggest business deal ever in the history of the C&R International Company, so of course, a party must be done to celebrate his achievement.  

Jumin POV

I ran. I ran just like I did 5 months ago. I saw the rest of the members with new flowers and balloons I ran past by them and saw V, Zen, and Seven trying to catch up to me from the corner of my eye. I refused to be caught. I will follow MCs wind. I felt a breeze around me knowing it was her running next to me. The wind was running past me and I was not going to let it. My heart and eyes burned. My feet was ready to give up. Not yet. Not till the wind stops.

I ended up at the same ledge MC fell at. I felt the wind go around me telling me I need to be free. I stood by the ledge and let the wind take me.

“Jumin NOOOOO”

My heart stopped. The wind kept flowing past my body telling me to jump but…but I know that’s MC’s voice.

“Jumin please don’t go”

I would never leave MC. How can I leave someone who changed my world for the best. Without her, I’m just a machine. Call me possessive, stupid, or irrational but that’s what love is. Love isn’t a fairy tale. It’s heaven and hell combined. It brings out the best and worst of you. Whoever says love is beautiful, kind, and sweet, don’t ever fucking believe them. Love is going blindly into the depths of their soul and trusting them that they will be the light to guide you.

“Jumin…. I’m sorry for everything please forgive me.”

I dared to laugh while I was looking into her sunset brown eyes. Why is she asking me for forgiveness?I was the one who broke her. You don’t break the people you love. I don’t and never will deserve her. I breathed heavily while taking her hands into mine. I put her hands near mine and kissed them tenderly. It seemed like once upon a time was all we had.


I known Jumin ever since we were little kids. He always had this tough exterior protecting his heart because his first heartbreak was his own mother. You see, people love to romanticize everything and anything. The reason for that is because people have hope that someone or something would save them, when in reality you can only save yourself. It is pretty cliche but how do you tell someone that there is no hope? That there is no light at the end of the tunnel? You simply can’t because then you are the one killing them. Humans are such strange creatures because we crave and need love in order for us to feel complete. Once we reach that level of bliss, we have a tendency of being the ones to destroy it simply because we are afraid of someone else destroying it.

That was not Jumin’ case. I was the reason for my brothers heart break. The person who I thought was the love of my life was actually the devil herself. Her poison tasted like honey and god I was addicted. None of that didn’t matter because I was seeing my brother confusing Zen for MC. God. I’m the reason why he is broken.


I always hated him because he reminded me of my brother but…. but….I was glad I saw him as my brother. He was the family I never had. I just never knew it till years later. Damn how time flashes by because I was in his exact same position. The two main differences is that I hid my pain with beer and cigarettes. The other one is that my family’s doubt and hatred caused me to be this way. Jumin on the other hand, he didn’t know how to handle the love of his life dying and he is blaming himself for it. When I notice he confused me for MC…I had to pretend to be her……how else would you save someone who was ready to get rid of their life.

Jumin… please let’s go back home…. You need to rest….let me take care of you….let’s go Jumin…” I extended out my hand hoping he is still confusing me with her. He was still looking into my eyes as if he was hypnotize. He reached for my hand using my strength to help himself get up. He looked at me and I saw a broken man. I felt breeze go around me.. shit it was getting cold… we need to move now. Right when I turned around I felt a big thug hit the ground. Fuck. Jumin fainted.

Sevens POV

Holy mother of honey Buddha Chips. I knew MC’s state was affecting him but I didn’t know it was this deep. He actually confused Zen for MC. Poor man is desperate just to see the love of his life. When we saw him faint, all three of us rushed over to make sure he was alive. Thank god he was still breathing. I told Zen and V to pick him up while I go get the car. I never ran faster in my life because I knew how it was like to lose someone you love…. and to be the cause of their destruction…. Saeran I’m sorry. I felt my tears falling down onto my skin and my lungs were ready to explode. Shit this isn’t the time to think about Saeran. I finally saw my car and raced back to the area.

V and Zen was already holding his lifeless body and they put his body in the back seat. I rushed back to his house and yelled at the guards to open the fucking door. We rushed inside his master bedroom and put him to his bed. Shit. His place was a mess. Wine, whiskey, scotch, and tequila were everywhere. On the floor was a picture of MC and him at the first party. There was another photograph of the whole RFA. Damn. How shit change. The three of us decided to stay at his home to clean up the place and to also take care of a broken man. Please…. wake up soon Jumin…..

Jumin POV

What the flying fuck is going on with my head. Did I drink again and passed out ? I opened my eyes slowly falling into the realization that MC is yet to be here again. Ugghh. I touched my head and felt a bandage. Okay that’s new. I saw my room was tidy up and I knew I had to fire the whole fucking staff for not following orders. I got up and dragged myself to open the door but it was fucking locked. What the fuck. I started to bang against it hoping someone will hear me.

“ Jumin…. it’s time for you face it Jumin… you can’t kill yourself because of your past….Jumin you have to….” it was V. He had a hint of guilt in his tone. “ Let me out. I need to go see MC. LET ME FUCCCKING GOOOO” I yelled hoping he will get that I’m fucking serious about this. “ I’m sorry” I heard footsteps and then heard a door close. Fuck he left. I cannot…… be left alone……. FUCK I MUST HAVE ALCOHOL STASHED SOMEWHERE. I looked frantically trying to find it but instead I was left with my demons…with my own thoughts killing me. You looked into the mirror and all you saw was a disgusting, pathetic man. You looked into your own eyes and you were ready to tell yourself the truth. You were ready to let the demon out.

“I fucking hate you.” You pointed at the mirror. “ You are the reason why she is on that bed. You are the reason for why your parents split up. You are the reason for your mother’s tears. You were so stupid. As a kid you were suppose to have emotions… you were suppose to be there for your mother but all you fucking said was get over it. How stupid can you be. How fucking stupid and pathetic can you be.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. It wasn’t those cute cries. It was the cry of finally opening the ache that had been within your heart for many years.

“You deserved when mother told you that you were going to end up like your father. All your father ever done is work and expresses his emotions with money and women. You didn’t help mend your mother’s heart all you did was destroy it even more. She deserves to say all the nasty things she said to you”. You banged on the mirror roughly hearing the shattering of glass and mistaking it with the shatter of your heart. You can’t go back. You need to release it all.

“You’re a fucking MONSTER for falling in love with your best friend girlfriend. It wasn’t even falling in love.. it was just your pathetic ass needed to be understood by someone…. needed to fill a hint of emotion because you didn’t want to admit that you were lonely. You didn’t want to admit that you hated yourself and your life. YOU RUIN EVERYTHING” the scream echoed throughout the apartment as if someone was being murder. That’s how the poison from within you was sounding.

You couldn’t even have a normal fucking relationship with someone because you compared the women you were in love with to a wrecked snake” more glass was being shattered. You looked at yourself with the mirror majority cracked. You started to laugh uncontrollably. “This is seeing the real me…a shattered pathetic man” you saw the blood on the mirror and the proceeded to look down onto your knuckles. “ MC YOU’RE MY LIFE, MY HAPPINESS, MY DARKNESS, MY LIFE, MY SWEETEST DEVOTION, I’M SORRY I FAILED YOU. I’M SORRY I WAS TOO COMPLICATED TO BE FIXED. ALL YOU DONE WAS TRY TO SAVE ME BUT ALL I DID WAS TAKE YOU DOWN WITH ME TO HELL. IM FUCKING SORRY MC I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU MY ANGEL. WHEN DID EVERYTHING WENT WRONG. I WOULD NEVER KNOW BUT I WILL FIX US. THIS LOVE ISN’T OVER YET. GOD PLEASE PLEASE SAVE HER. TAKE MY WEALTH OR MY HEALTH AND SAVE HER. I CAN’T LET GO OF HER YET.” I yelled to the heavens. Please god…. save the one who tried to save me.

I heard the main door opening and I heard footsteps running towards my master room. “ Jumin!! Are you okay!!” It was Seven. “Couldn’t be any fucking better” I hissed with a hint of sarcasm and sadness.

“Jumin… I’m sorry MC is go-


Unusual Taste Manga

Recently, I’ve been into “not-so-much-of-a-typical-manga” manga. I know, I know, is that even a real thing you might ask. These manga does categorize into common genres (fantasy, romance, horror, etc.) but I just thought they are much more than just a comedy read or a shoujo type, you know. Of course, there are other trillion of manga that is “different” to you (depends on one’s personal preferences), so just considered as a good recommendation. With this, I will also be hunting for more, so wait for the update! Enjoy!  


Not so much of a human boy (What you would call a boy who can transform into a beast and have an incredible sense of smell?).  As if he though he can hide his true identity forever, he met a girl. Well, you know the rest. His new destiny started from there.

Ran to Haiiro no Sekai

Weird family. That’s all I can say. And we looking through the youngest sister everyday misadventure. A good and relax yet weirdly read for a calm afternoon. 

Aku no Hana

Typical high school shoujo. Or is it? Well, maybe there is some twist and turn in this plot. The main character whom to me is some obsessive over his crush, the blackmail attempts, and the strange third girl. Oh, drama, drama. 

Mahou Tsukai no Yome  

Can of like those type of manga where the “slave” will become the bride of rich man through an auction or contest. But this time, her “owner” is not some typical master you can found. (Since I also think this genre is pretty rare, so I will probably do another list of recommendation with manga like this)

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Somali to Mori no Kami-sama  

Ok, so this is probably my favorite one out of all. The main character is so adorable, I just wanna pinch her little face >.<!! Anyway, it’s about a world full of spirits and strange creatures. One day, a golem met this human girl. And this is a story about their adventures. Such a cute manga~

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Kujira no Kora wa Sajou ni Utau  

The plot sort of confused me at first. But after sticking through it, I find it’s really fascinating. The story focused on Chakuro, the main, and his friends travel across islands to islands to find a human trace. Until they spotted a girl…

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Sakamoto Desu ga?  

Ok, I might said earlier that I’ve already pick a favorite. But honestly, Sakamoto Desu ga? had always been one of my top read before I made this list so… (I just wanna give some room of love for the others uk T.T) Anyway, as for the plot, this is basically a life of the “isn’t just cool” but the “coolest!” Sakamoto who just can’t stop attracting everyone’s attention. Everything he do is just simply perfect. Is he even a human? Bonus fact, this manga had already have an anime so PLZ watch it. You never know what you missing out.

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So that’s all my current list for now. Just bunch of random recommended read but really worthy of your time and interest. Stay tune for more! <3

Creepypasta #1019: The Rake

Length: Medium

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state and once found in Idaho, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book.

A Suicide Note: 1964

“As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.”

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope:

“Dearest Linnie,

I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.”

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

“I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).”

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

“He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.”

From a Witness: 2006

“Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. They did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.“

I was unable to find the author of this creepypasta. 

Adventures in Charity Work

So for the past few weeks I’ve been working in a charity shop and let me tell you; humans are strange creatures, especially when perusing second hand clothing and bric-a-brac. So far the highlights include-

- A man who is far too cheerful for 9.30am bringing in 7 bin bags full of the same book (a self help book for management consultants, possibly written by him which is mildly heartbreaking).

- A gaggle of middle aged ladies who between them must have tried on 75% of the clothing in the shop, bought nothing and managed to put every single thing back in the wrong place, on the wrong size hanger.

- A man who seemed unable to understand that you do not haggle in charity shops, this is not Antiques Road Trip, give me the £1.45 for the cup please this is a charity for people with terminal illnesses.

- Multiple people who have taken a book from the bookshelf, explained the plot to me in minuscule detail, and put the book back, not buying anything. I now dread the phrase “Ooo, have you read this?” 

- Chasing a small boy down the road because he did not realize the bicycle outside the shop was for sale and wasn’t just free to take. 

- Very sweet old ladies buying entirely age-inappropriate dresses, which fills me with hope for the future. 

- Having to mediate between a different small boy and a angry man because the boy did not realize the bicycle outside the shop was not for sale and in fact belonged to the angry man and had wheeled it into the shop to buy it.

-  A grumpy old man who spent half an hour looking at the same pot and the second I nip into the back room to get more shoes he frickin’ apparates at the cash register and screams “I would like to pay now please!”

It’s my third week. I will update with any new gems as time goes on.

Just Like Tales I - Vampire!AU

Baekhyun fanfic - Vampire!AU

Chapters: (1) / (2) / (3) / (4)*


Opening the curtains, you stare outside to the large mansion diagonally opposite from your home. Sometimes it reminded you of old times, the time where everything seemed to go the good way. But having even slight turns of events forced you to face the same closed blue curtains every single day. The only change that went unnoticeable only if you wouldn’t be standing in your shoes would be the creamy butter-white coloured candles that are placed on the space between the curtains and the glass. At times they’d be lit up, sometimes almost used up and from time to time they’d be replaced by new ones.

You can remember the times you were in that room, taking in the aroma that you can only look at now. It’s funny how fast time goes by, but all the treasured memories still printed deeply into your mind. The times you two were inseperable.

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My Mate (Part 9)

Title: My Mate

 Summary: Did you know angels need mates?  Yea, like angelic married…mates.  And sometimes, this heat-like phase takes over where they have to mate, like their biological clock starts ticking.  Well, that is what has happened, and that is how Lucifer wound up in the bunker, his grace fading as he calls out for a mate.  Luckily, the Winchesters are friends with a hunter who is willing to help out.  

 Warnings: Mild language. Angst.

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Chapter 9 

Riley woke from her rest and threw herself into the case, working hard with the boys to figure out what was going on.  By nightfall, they had figured out what they were hunting, but still had to find the method of killing it.  Which gave Riley the perfect opportunity to slip out.  

She took a deep breath and sighed heavily as she looked down to her phone and clicked the call button.  She was relaxing on a park bench in town as she made the call.  Might as well do this now, at least if it doesn’t work, it will give Crowley a head start, she thought.  It took a couple rings, but then she heard that voice.  

“Bit late for a social call, isn’t it?”  She could hear the amusement in Lucifer’s voice, which made her smile.  At least someone is having a good day today.  

“Guess it’s a good thing it’s not a social call then, huh?”  Riley responded quickly, trying to put a smile on her face, but it just wasn’t coming.

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