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anonymous asked:

Do you have any thoughts on Katara basically getting shafted in the comics? In AtLA, she's everything a strong female character should be, but in the comics and to a lesser extent in LoK, she's basically reduced to Aang's girlfriend/wife.

Yeah, I don’t feel very positive about it. I think in LoK a lot of her scripting had to do with someone as stately as Eva Marie Saint being the VA. It’s a complete guess on my end, but I’d just think her availability wasn’t quite so open. I also assume Bryke planned her to be the only Gaang member still alive (“my friends are gone”), so it really didn’t become a major major issue until Zuko and Toph were super active. It’s not unthinkable that a woman her age would have wanted to retire to her home, especially given its economic development and new position in the world.

Plus, her Book 4 conversation with Korra kind of framed everything, so it’s hard being too indignant. I think they could have been a bit more inventive with her story after Aang died, and it’s disappointing, but I also love the whole flawed parenting aspect, though I know that’s a little divisive.

With regards to the comics, I just think Yang never had a handle on her character at all. And I have my own thoughts too about why she feels so…desaturated. Like, she does stuff at times, but none of it feels right at all. 

However, my thoughts would be viewed as ship war material. And. Idk, can we still be friends? Below the cut is going to be some stuff that is not positive when it comes to the match of Aang and Katara. I’m not interested in yelling at anyone who ships it or saying much more beyond this, but I just want to lay out my own subjective opinion, which I’ve mostly held in because like…Tenzin/Kya/Bumi are everything and I also don’t want to be a butt. But it’s been flippin’ 9 years at this point. 

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Ways to Cheer Yourself Up (When wanting to be alone) - 50 top things to do
  • 1. Go ON Tumblr, believe it or not, we don't care where you're from, what you do, how you're being you, as long as you are being you, you're pretty much welcomed on here. That's why i love it. Unless of course you are homophobic or judgemental or ignorant - then the people will speak for themselves, we look out for each other here.
  • 2. Read Books; escapism is a wonderful thing
  • 3. Listen to music; and no - not the sad, 'ALL BY MYSELF' type music, but the kickass songs like 'I will Survive' or 'Loser Like Me' just celebrate yourself for being awesome, because we know you are; even if others don't; especially then actually.
  • 4. Become your own superhero. Every single one of you have a talent or a dream. Follow up on that talent/dream. YOU ARE WORTH IT, and you can be whoever you want to be.
  • 5. DISNEY MOVIES. Unless you absolutely hate bursting out into song - better cut of highschool musical and glee while were at this, then Disney is the best pick me up ever.
  • 6. Watch your favourite TV shows. Remind yourself why life can be awesome. Watching your fav characters usually means you can relate to them.
  • 7. Go on walks - it's very pretty outside, and sometimes our heads can be overloaded with information or stress, I advise calming music and a nice walk outside in comfortable clothes.
  • 8. Have a diary. A friend of mine recently bought me one, and it's a godsend because all the anger, or emotions I feel, I try to put in the diary rather than putting it out on others. It also calms you down. I feel better when I write.
  • 9. Speaking of writing...if you enjoy it- WRITE. Writing is a wonderful way to escape. You can put all your emotions into your characters and they just come to life. I tend to do that when I'm stressed.
  • 10. If writing is not your thing then bake. I've actually ironically read in a fan fiction where a character would bake when stressed and try out new recipes, this character tried making butterbeer; maybe be adventurous; have a food blog or something to keep you occupied.
  • 11. Be With Your Pets - Pets are loyal creatures, and they love you, even when you're being a pain in the ass, and I hear they're very good listeners.
  • 12. Now I don't know about you, but I LOVE Musicals. If you are a musical fanatic like me and you're feeling a little down, my dears; listen to those awesome voices, because sometimes we just - need - a break (Also, if you haven't watched RENT, watch it - NODAYBUT TODAY...or Starkid...Starkid make the most funniest musical parodies, even if you don't like musicals I suggest it, and if you're not enjoying their YouTube Channel, then I'll eat my own hat).
  • 13. ASK ME ANYTHING. If you really want to talk to somebody but you don't want to talk to people you know and you just want to get things out, my ASK box is always open.
  • 14. Find a hobby. If you don't really want to talk to anybody, that's okay, sometimes we need to just have some 'me time'. In my me times, I usually deactivate from Facebook, and just focus on things that make me happy. Like; Puzzles, Sudoku, Games, writing, cooking, singing, whatever it is...travelling even. Enjoy yourself.
  • 15. Travel. Maybe being stuck in the same place is the problem, maybe you're head wants to be in a place where it can ACTUALLY THINK.
  • 16. Go Hiking. I suppose Hiking is similar to walking but if you're an outdoor person, this is a great way to clear your head and to feel fresh.
  • 17. Hit The Gym. Or even do your own exercises. I like to walk - do crunches, and I love Zumba. I love dancing. If you love being active, this is also another way to clear your mind from negative things.
  • 18. GO SEE A MOVIE!!! When was the last time you had fun? Even if it's just by yourself. You're allowed to treat yourself. Go, enjoy, be surrounded by people, even if they're strangers.
  • 19. If you like coffee, treat yourself for one at a local cafe. Who knows, you might meet your coffee soulmate in a cafe one day.
  • 20. STOP thinking Negative. Have a Pros/Cons List. Try not to outweight the Pros list with the Cons. Please?
  • You are good enough.
  • 21. Write down a bucket List, and start ticking them off. Having goals and dreams is healthy. If you have dreams, then you have a direction of where you're going.
  • 22. Get help. It's okay, if you're head is in a really bad place to reach out to people. It really is okay.
  • 23. Help others. If you're not sure what to do with yourself at all, be useful to other people less fortunate than you. Volunteer! Work with Charity, Feed the homeless, help the guide dogs association.
  • 24. Smile more. It looks good on you, believe me. Spend time with your guilty pleasures, my guilty pleasure is binge watching glee
  • 25. Please DO NOT go to a pub to drink to ease your mind, if you are going to do that, do it with a friend, or somebody close.
  • 26. Eat Chocolate. Okay yes while society says NO DON'T EAT THE FATTY FOOD. Hey; screw them. If you feel better eating a bit of junk go for it. There's nothing wrong with eating a whole pizza or tub of ben and jerry ice cream when feeling upset - just try not to make TOO much of a habit : p
  • 27. REBLOG YOUR FOLLOWERS POSTS, you might be surprised that you aren't the only one feeling the way you're feeling, you might be surprised by how much you're forgetting that hey - it's gonna be alright.
  • 28. Do something nice for your neighbour. Ah who knows, have you ever actually talked to them? Maybe they might be lonely too.
  • 29. Have a GAMES Night. A very good friend of mine loves Games. If You LOVE Games, then hell have a marathon of them. Play the sims, be in control.
  • 30. Speaking of marathons...dun dun dun - MOVIE MARATHON, I Don't Know About You Guys, But Having A Harry Potter Movie Marathon always cheers me Up. WITH FOOD Of course, and good company, but this is about cheering yourself up, so if you don't want company, that's okay.
  • 31. Draw. I love drawing too. I suppose I'm more of the creative person. There are a lot of different types of people out there, maybe you like solving things - do those fancy cube things Idk what they're called. If you are like my brother and you love Maths, then maybe you can tutor someone. On one hand you're helping someone, and doing something you like doing, just like I'm drawing because I like drawing.
  • 32.Be with kids. believe it or not, kids are the most innocent little munchkins, and they honestly don't care what you look like, if you play hide and seek with them they'll be thrilled, so long as you're nice to them, they're generally nice to you... but be warned, they tell it how it is too. I talk a bit different. The most popular thing they've said to me was "Is that why you talk funny, because of the things in your teeth?" (They've also never really seen braces before) I even had one kid determined to get me to sing 'Everything is awesome' I'll never forget that because this kid clearly didn't care how I sounded, and just wanted me to sing with her. I felt great.
  • 33. If you're into Fairy Tales, Please Please Read Chris Colfer's The Land Of Stories series 1-4. It's an amazing series, and you almost forget what world you're in once you start reading. Plus, there's more coming (I'm a little excited)
  • 34. Watch Pixar Movies. You can't go wrong.
  • 35. GO TO HOGWARTS. Harry Potter Fan? Visit - Platform 9 3/4s in London, or go to the Harry Potter World, or if you can't actually visit these sites, go on Pottermore.
  • 36. Read Fan Fiction, you might not be a harry potter fan, but whatever fandom you are in, believe me sometimes Fan Fictfion Cheer me up. I adore Glee *Don't Judge Me* and Dalton is the best thing ever. Or Little Numbers...or Both. They cheer me up big time.
  • 37. Role play. If you like superheroes or characters, go be with the crowd. I believe they have events like Comic Con, and on Facebook they even have Events for such things, go be with strangers! So long as it's safe of course.
  • 38. Write a letter to the person who inspires you most and send it. You might be surprised by an answer.
  • 39. Pick up your instrument. Don't ignore your musical talent if you do have a musical talent. Remember, you're worth it. I don't care what you've done. Pick, It Up.
  • 40. Maybe go visit your family? I know this is about 'quality me time' but if you haven't seen your family in such a long time or are at a distance. Maybe being surrounded by something familiar is what you need.
  • 41. Change Careers. If you're not enjoying what you're doing or studying, change it. I remember in highschool a teacher said you might change your job 10 - 12 times before getting it right. It'okay, you just haven't found where you're meant to be yet.
  • 42. Enter a competition - Who knows what will come from it, take risks.
  • 43. If you're a risk-taker, challenge yourself. IDK how you're going to do that, but google has some pretty good answers. Even ask your tumblr followers, they follow you for a reason after all.
  • 44. Go on a boat. Go Fishing! I don't know, it's not my thing, but if you like fishing, then hell - go out there and fish.
  • 45. Find time for yourself, are you working too much? Maybe you are working too much. You know life doesn't stop for nobody, and if you keep pushing yourself so hard, time will go so fast and you won't realise how much of that time you could have spent on your own self.
  • The world is not going to end if you treat yourself.
  • 46. You ARE Good Enough. Listen to my words. Sometimes encouragement is all we need, when people feel hopeless, or like everything's gone wrong. It's gonna be okay. I promise, just hang in there.
  • 47. Write Down Quotes that Inspire You. I have a wall of these, and of people that inspire me too, and it reminds me of the good things in life when I'm in a crappy mood.
  • 48. Find something to do. If you're not doing anything, go take up a course, research things that interest you, you might be surprised by what comes from it. Join a community that enjoys doing things you do.
  • 49. Go To The Beach - If you live in Australia like me, visiting the beach is actually really calming and me and my best friend always would go on a random drive, and drive up to a beach or a look out, and it was always calming. Enchanting too sometimes. Maybe we forget about the place we live in, and what's exciting about the place. If you're in New York, visit Broadway or The Statue Of Liberty, or if you're in London, go to the London Bridge, or the Eye, visit the Eiffel Tower if you're in Paris...just go Anywhere.
  • 50. Take a random journey. Go on a train to somewhere new, go on a road trip. You never know what's around the corner.
Asks on hold, but don’t stop asking?

Hey lovely followers (omg almost 300 of you now! WHHHAAATTT?!!) so I’m actually moving all my stuff (workshop/tools and clothes/furniture) literally my whole life’s hoardings (!) to the new house today and tomorrow so I’m not gonna be able to answer your asks just yet. THEY WILL BE ANSWERED AND I LOVE THEM AND YOU! I promise. 

Keep sending me your amazing ideas, and I’ll try and spin you a 150 word drabble (omg some of these are gonna be so hard to compress into 150 words, but I love a challenge). 

Right, I’m off for a longish drive (hello Wheel of Time audiobooks), so I’ll see you guys at some point, and in case you didn’t get the message already please keep sending me your asks and lending me your patience a bit longer :D. They’re gonna be motivation for packing/unpacking/sorting. 

Take care of yourselves. I love you :D
Raufnir over and out x


Beginning . Accusation . Restless . Snowflake . Haze

Harry takes to Niall like a moth to a flame.


“You take to Niall like a moth to a flame, Harold,” Louis tells him after the show in Rio de Janeiro.

At the time, Harry had just laughed and shrugged off Louis’ knowing, amused smirk before following the Irish boy into the back of one black tour van. They were heading back to the hotel whilst Louis, Zayn and Liam were in another van doing the same. It’s how they’ve been traveling since the beginning of the tour now, Harry and Niall in one van/plane and the others in a separate one – although sometimes, depending on his mood, Liam will travel with the two of them. 

And later that night, while their crew and their band and a few stragglers from the show are drinking and having a grand ol’ time across their whole floor of the hotel, Harry finds himself watching Niall and following him around not unlike a (drunk) lost puppy and thinks that maybe Louis is right. And if, even later that night, Harry and Niall wind up in the same bed then so be it.


The fact is, Harry and Niall are kind of a thing. They aren’t a thing thing – they aren’t official or anything – but they’re a thing. They aren’t a couple, nor are they really friends with benefits – they’ve never liked the idea of giving this thing between them a title – but they kiss and they cuddle and they share quickie blow jobs to pump themselves up before shows and they have quick fucks to wind down after shows and sometimes they just spend all day naked in bed.

The other thing is they’ve never told anyone – although he’s pretty sure most of their band and crew have figured it out and just haven’t said anything and he knows that at least a quarter of their fans have started to talk about it (and he wonders, now that Louis’ called him a moth to his face, if perhaps that’s why.) They haven’t told anyone because they haven’t felt the need to, just as they haven’t felt the need to put a label on it. They’re just 20-year-old boys who fuck around with each other sometimes – whether they’re bored or they’re drunk or they’re horny – and they’re best friends and bandmates who practically live in each other’s pockets because of touring anyway and that’s it. 

Niall’s fun, is another thing. Apart from being incredibly knowledgeable and obviously insanely good-looking, Niall is just fun. And funny. And out-going. And easy-going and easy to be around and comfortable. Harry feels comfortable around him. He feels content, like everything is okay. Like, even when he’s having one of those days where he’s wound too tight with stress and emotions and thoughts, being with Niall makes it all go away. Niall makes him feel normal where five seconds before seeing Niall he might feel the complete opposite. Niall is just this giant light, like the sun – or like a flame – and so of course Harry is attracted to him. Of course Harry wants to spend time with him (maybe all of it) and of course he vies for Niall’s attention. Doesn’t everyone?

Niall’s just Niall and Harry’s just Harry and they are what they are and that’s just it.


Excepts that’s not just it at all, Harry realizes in Rio. Because he literally spends all day with Niall – at the pool, while they’re sight-seeing, for the 20 minutes they have alone in the dressing room before the show – and he finds that he couldn’t be happier and nor has he ever felt more alive than he does that night on stage. 

He finds himself all over Niall, drawn to him and unable to stay away no matter how many times he tells himself to stop draping himself all over the blond boy, who just smiles and giggles and blushes.

They’ve always had this thing where they sing to each other – especially during Little Things – and it’s always cute and they’re always giggly because of it, but this time when Harry sings to him, glancing across Zayn to look directly at Niall who keeps his gaze trained at a spot on the floor while his fingers strum the strings of his guitar it feels different. There’s always been a little ache in his chest, but it’s stronger now. There’s always been a little flutter in his stomach – like butterflies – but it’s bigger now. The fact is, it’s different now; something has changed and Harry’s almost afraid of it. It doesn’t, however, stop Harry from practically following him all over the stage – and then into a tour van and back into their hotel room. 


Mornings on tour usually consist of Harry getting up early to work out with Mark in the hotel gym before going back to bed for a couple hours and then dragging Niall out of bed to have breakfast with the rest of the lads in one of the other rooms. This morning, however, instead of going back to bed Harry finds himself knocking on Louis’ door. Louis is slow to answer it and when he does he still looks half asleep, his feathery hair sticking up all over the place with a scowl on his face. 

“What did you mean the other day?” Harry blurts, pushing past Louis into the room. The room, as usual, is a mess – unlike Niall’s, which is almost always spotless. 

“What? Are you even aware of what time it is?”

“When you said that I was a moth and Niall was the flame, what did you mean?”

Louis glares at him before flopping back onto his bed. “Really? You’ve woken me up early just to ask me about a stupid metaphor?”

Harry blinks at him.

The other boy sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. “I just meant that you spend a lot of time with Niall. Like, all of your time with Niall. You’ve been practically inseparable since the tour started and you’re always trying to get his attention and – I dunno, it was the first thing that came to mind.”

Harry nods, looking down at the floor as he digs his running shoe clad toe into the plush carpet. 

“I didn’t mean anything bad by it, Harry. Just that…you’re like, drawn to him. You know? Like out of all of us, it’s just…him, you know?”

Harry looks back at his best friend, his bandmate, who’s looking at him with a kind of knowing glint in his eyes. “We’re a thing, Niall and I. We – I mean, we’re not a thing thing but, you know, we fool around.”

“I know.”

“At first it was just – just fun, you know? Just two lads getting each other off and now it’s like…like I can’t stop. I just want…more,” Harry admits, his brow coming together in his own confusion. “Why do I want more?”

Louis smirks at him. “I reckon you’ve always wanted a bit more, no? You did spend an entire weekend with him in Ireland, don’t forget.”

“Nothing happened in Ireland. Not really.”

Louis quirks an eyebrow. “Not really?”

Harry looks down at the ground again as his cheeks begin to burn. 

Louis places a hand on his shoulder. “Reckon Niall’s always wanted a bit more too, yeah?”

His head snaps up, then, staring with wide eyes at Louis. 

Louis scoffs. “Don’t be daft, Harry. Niall adores you and not just because the two of you are fucking.”


“You’re just a little – or a lot – more obvious than he is, which is why you’re the moth,” Louis explains. 


When Harry returns to (his and) Niall’s room, Niall isn’t exactly asleep. But he’s not exactly awake either. He’s just kind of lying there, flat on his stomach with his eyes closed and a lazy smile on his lips. His hair is all spiked every which way from Harry running his fingers through it last night and he’s got a bit of a love bite on his shoulder, dark and beautiful against his pale complexion. 

“Took you long enough,” Niall murmurs as he rolls over onto his back and beckons Harry towards the bed. 

Harry can’t seem to shed his clothing fast enough, tripping over his gym shorts when they get tangled on his feet before crawling onto the bed at Niall’s side. Niall curls into him – and it’s like he just…fits there. He always has, if Harry’s honest. 

“Where’d you go?”

“Was talking to Louis.”

“What’d you talk about?”

Harry pauses, and he’s pretty sure Niall feels his heart skip a beat in his chest because Niall buries himself impossibly deeper into Harry’s arms. “You.”

“What about me?” Niall asks, and Harry wonders if Niall’s working on autopilot now because his eyes are still closed. 

“How you’re a flame. And I’m a moth.”


“I wanna be a thing, Ni,” the brunette confesses softly. “Like, more than what we are y'know? Like, boyfriends.”

Niall sighs. “Aren’t we already like boyfriends?”

Harry blinks. “Are we?”

The blond boy shrugs tiredly. “I dunno what you’re going on about flames and moths for but I reckon so.”

Harry’s heart skips several more beats in his chest and his breath catches in his throat. “So, wait-”

“Shhh,” Niall murmurs, lifting his arm to place his whole hand over Harry’s mouth. “Sleep.”

“But Niall-”

“’m tired, sleep now, talk later.”

“But Ni, we should-” he cuts himself off, then, as he realizes that Niall’s already fallen asleep. On top of him. Their legs intertwined. He smiles softly to himself and closes his own eyes because he knows, now, that he’ll have the rest of the day to talk to Niall about labels. 

Not that it matters, really. Because the thing is, Harry realizes, he’s actually quite content being a moth – just as long Niall remains his flame.


Part1: http://inspiring-blog.tumblr.com/post/88202660467/save-me-i-recommend-listening-to-this-while

Part2: http://inspiring-blog.tumblr.com/post/98646414062/part-1


“Stop,” fell past your lips, eyes finally shutting. Everything becomes quiet, almost as though you were in fact back to reality.

But as soon as you seen the broken glass as you started walking, you knew it was in fact another horrible dream, a nightmare. You close your eyes in fear, sliding down the wall as your father started yelling, screaming. Everything blurred, Isaac slowly flooding your mind and vision as he slumped against the wall, just as you. His father resembling your father, almost being your father as they held the same stance, same thing gripped in their hand. You knew he could see the same thing, dreaming the same thing as your name fell softly past his lips.

A plate comes hurdling at the same time in both dreams, both yelling to watch out. It crashed against the wall as you both tried moving away but a shard sliced into your skin, hissing in pain as you try pulling it out. You open your eyes, feeling Isaac’s presences next to you. Both your father and his came into view, both breathing heavily in anger.

Isaac rises from his spot on the ground, ready to protect you from everything and anything in his path.

His hands clench into tight fist, anger boiling deep within him. You watch as blood slowly pools out from under his tightly clenched fingers, his nails surely digging into the soft flesh. You slowly rise from your spot, walking up to him as his back faced you. You lightly touch his shoulder, squeezing it to grab his attention.

“Isaac,” you called to the scared boy, turning him around to come face to face with a monster. He looked exactly like the thing in your dreams, eyes and everything.

You slowly back away in fear, slamming against the wall. You blink back the tears, fearing of the thing that he was, being scared of Isaac and what he could possibly do to you.

“I won’t hurt you,” he softly speaks, trying not to scare you.

“No,” you shake your head, putting a hand out as he tried walking closer to you. “Stay away,” you shove your hands to the side of your head, trying to block everything out as a quiet buzz started taking over.

Isaac’s face slowly turns to one of pain, his hands flying to his ears as the ringing became more high pitched and louder. He falls to his knees, breathing heavily as his teeth mindlessly become sharp and his nail grow once again.

“Make it stop,” he snarled out, ready to go insane.

With a snap of your fingers, it all stops, Isaac breathing heavily. Tears ran down your face in fear, hating what Isaac looked like. He shakes his head, standing up and looking at you, both of you stare at one another, ready to see who does something first.

“How did you do that?” His face still rests in his wolf form, almost like he couldn’t make it go back to his human phase.

“I don’t know,” you breath heavily, staring down at your hands like they were something magical. Which, to say the least, they were.

Isaac slowly walks to you, ready to hold you, protect you, see if you were ok at least.

“No,” you push your hands out in a stop motion, not wanting him or anyone near you. You didn’t want to hurt anyone, let alone Isaac.

“Let me help you,” he growls out, scaring you even worse without meaning to. “I’m… I’m sorry. Please,” he talks quietly to you, no longer wanting to feel like a threat, like a monster. He only wanted to help; after all he was the one that made this all happen.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Isaac. Please, just stay away. Stay away from me, I’m a monster,” a surge of power flew through you, pain, anger, hurt all taking over, the power becoming stronger. It fed off all this chaos, soaring throughout your body painful.

Your hand comes crashing to your stomach, a dull ache taking over slowly and surely. Your mind turns fuzzy with pain and fear. You knew you were vulnerable, anyone being able to take advantage of you at this time and you were slowly trying to take control, knowing nothing good was going to come from this.

You slow inch closer to the kitchen, away from the three men. You knew you were capable of many things right now and though it felt so real, you knew it couldn’t be because you weren’t a magical being and werewolves were sure in the hell far from the usual.

You back up into the kitchen, hands aimlessly crashing into everything. It was just you and Isaac now, your fathers disappearing like they were never there in the first place and you were finally happy, knowing you could take on Isaac if anything became out of hand.

“Stay away,” you growl, grabbing a knife from the holder. “Stay away, Isaac,” you say softer, almost in a plea. You wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, especially not Isaac in any way. “Please,” you beg as he moves closer to you. Your stomach pitted with an odd feeling, an odd knowing something bad was going to come.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). I’m not going to hurt you and I’ve never planned on it,” you became restless with the need to wakeup, to get out of this dream, to get Isaac out of this dream. This monster that was consuming you was eating at your mind, demanding, yelling at you to do as they say. Your mind became blank with surging need to get away, your hands slowly gripping the knife tighter.

‘Do it,’ they whispered, calling out to you in a teasing demand. 'You won’t do it,’ it challenged, your need to prove them wrong stronger than ever. You bring the tip of the knife to your stomach, the sharp end prodding and indenting your skin softly and soon pressurizing.

“W-what are you doing? Don’t,” Isaac steps forward, staring at him in a soft sadness. “Stop, (Y/N),” his breathing becomes heavy, seeing that every step he took, you dug the knife a little harder into your stomach. He stepped back, watching, hoping, praying that maybe he could save you.

'Do it,’ it whispered in your ear. You brought the knife up high in the air, swinging down and straight to the middle of your chest. You gasp as your shirt slowly ran with blood, falling to your knees. Your mouth filled with blood, staining your once normal teeth and it slowly dribbled out the side of your mouth.

Isaac moves to you, holding you in his arms as his breathing becomes heavier. He couldn’t understand why you would stab yourself, mind going blank of all reasons. Tears cloud his vision as you cough up blood, your mouth filling with the substance that once ran through your veins.

“I-it’s okay, Isaac, everything’s going to b-be okay,” you comfort the broken boy. His eyes flash yellow with sadness and anger.

“Why isn’t it working?” He demands more so to himself than anything. Your heart surged with love as the boy broke down, knowing he cared for you more than anyone has every shown. You softly smile at him in hopes he could understand, that he knows you’ll be okay.

“It’s okay,” you demand strongly, though it came out in a weak plea, hoping that your words were, in fact, true on some level. Your heart slowly broke, knowing Isaac was feeling the same way, but you couldn’t understand how you felt it but you did.

You could feel your life slip from you, becoming numb with the nothingness that was soon to consume your whole being, consume the rest of you. You could see the life dull in Isaac’s eyes almost as though he was dying himself.

“I-it’s okay,” you heaved, the last bit of life slipping from your hold. Isaac brought you tightly to his body, tears falling hopelessly from his eyes and sobs racking his figure as if it felt his heart was breaking into pieces. His lips touch yours in a kiss that felt so real, a kiss that took your last breath.

“It’s not going to be okay,” his eyes flash yellow once again, the world swirling into running objects and drooping walls, everything dropping to a world of black, his mind fuzzy of anything.

It was like you were both swirling through a world of blackness, it consuming you whole. Your body jerked, your eyes opening wide to find yourself lying on the cold ground surrounded by trees. It was hard for you to catch your breathe, the wind picking up around you. Everything twirled together and lightening struck down on you, your body surging with power, with a need that ached and you wondered how you didn’t feel the pain of the strike.

Hands touch you, a scream passing your parted lips. More lightening struck down, rain heavily pouring now. You back away from him, eyes coursing with fear. You knew what he was, you could feel it deep inside you and your mind ran fuzzy with any answers to how it was true, how it could be real. With a deep thought, you watch his face grow, hair sprouting from places it shouldn’t. His eyes glowing a vibrant yellow and his teeth pointing sharp. You scurry back in fear, not understanding anything at the moment and you wonder if you were still in a dream, a nightmare.

“Please, I’m not going to hurt you,” he pleads with your fearful expression.

“Make it stop!”

“I-I can’t,” he breathes heavily, falling to his knees with his hands grabbing at his face. “I won’t hurt you, (Y/N). You have to believe me,” he rushed out, some kind of pain coursing through his body. He moved to you, wincing every now and then. “Please,” he cups your face, staring in your eyes and still seeing you were fearful. “I promise,” he whispered, lips touching yours in a soft, promising kiss. The rain slowly died down, everything forming to a calming stop. “I’d never hurt you,” you pull away from him, eyes searching his. With the new calming feeling, Isaac’s face slowly contoured back to normal, your fear driven long gone.

“I’m sorry,” tears clouded your eyes, realizing you put him through all of this, figuring you were something other than human. “What am I, Isaac?”
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