insect inside

writing tip #1763:

bees! they’re the tiny stingy insects that live inside your story, and they want to help you improve your narrative! a good writing tip is to smear bee juice on your word processor and wait for the bees to appear on your keys, so that the bees can help you devise a satisfying plot resolution or whatever it is you want. yes! the bees love you! god, they think you are a lovely thing. the bees, they like you a lot. those bees. those kind lovely bees

Voodoo Mama's Spellbook: Revenge Curse

*My spells are okay for any and everyone to use in their craft, not just those who practice Voodoo or Hoodoo*

Oh babies this sure is a NASTY spell. This is a revenge cross/curse. I originally got it years ago from a website and changed a lot of aspects of it. I cannot seem to find the original writer to give them the original credit but if you know please let me know. Again, I have changed a lot about the spell and have made it my own.


  • Spiderwebs, from a very dark place in your home preferably 
  • Black Square of Fabric
  • Dead Insect 
  • Plants or herbs for your intent. I will be using Spanish Moss and the flowers from a Persian Silk Tree 
  • Personal Item of the Person 
  • Black Candle 
  • Oil to anoint the candle with proper intent (Optional, I will be using Black Arts Oil)
  • Small slip of paper
  • Pen (If you can write in bats blood ink that would work amazing too.)


  1. Write what you want to happen to the person on the slip of paper. Do you want them to suffer? Lose their job? 
  2. Anoint the candle in your oil of choice and light it. Imagine everything that will happen with this curse. Really put your energy into it. If you are contacting any specific deity for this, now would be the time. If not, continue. 
  3. As the candle burns, place the cobwebs you obtained into the center of the square. This is to bind and hold. This will stick. 
  4. Take the dead insect and place it inside of the web. This insect represents your victim. They are now stuck in your web. Add the personal item at this point to bind it to them. Bonus points if it is their hair or nails as it will make the spell more likely to work and even stronger. 
  5. Sprinkle any herbs or plants that you gathered into the mixture, visualizing their intent. 
  6. Pour the candle wax into everything. Just onto all of the ingredients. You are sealing them in and there is no turning back at this point. 
  7. Tie everything together with the fabric. Thank your deity if you called them. Go somewhere dark and dank, using the candle as your only light. Like a corner of your basement, a crawlspace under your house, a hole in your closet wall, somewhere like that. Make sure it will get as little light as possible. Once you find a place, blow out the candle and let the smoke linger. Now you will leave it there for either 16 days or 16 weeks, which is 4 months. There is no in between. The number must be 16. So choose the smaller time or the longer time. Either way it will work but I would think of it like this: The longer it stays the more extreme the curse will be, as it builds up over time. Do not look at, touch, or mess with it until it has been either 16 days or 16 weeks. I would count it down to the minute just to be safe. The devil cannot even refuse you when you use the number 16. 
  8. As the time continues, you will notice things start to slowly happen to the person. Small inconveniences. This is when you know that the energy has found the person. It is watching them and waiting on your last command. 
  9. You are now to seal the deal. All of the built up energy in this charm is ready to be released. Take it and (quickly) go to a graveyard. Bury the charm under ground and as soon as it is completely covered, the energy will spark and sink into the ground. Pushed by the spirits, it will find the person you aimed it at and hit them like a ton of bricks.

Warnings: This is a very powerful spell. I would not recommend it if you just want to cause a little bad luck on someone. This is for serious revenge and someone who really deserves it. THIS CURSE CANNOT BE REVERSED. THE CURSE WILL CARRY ON UNTIL IT FEELS IT HAS DONE THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF REVENGE FOR YOU. The energy has to go somewhere and if you leave it alone for longer than 16 weeks the spell will hunt you down. If you throw it away it will hunt you down. You cannot back out after the wax is poured. If you choose to stop, before the wax is poured of course, simply take the bug out of the web and bury it and then dispose of the other items.


“After she tried to kill herself the first time, Dolores told me she… she had an insect living inside her brain. She could feel it clicking across her skull, just… pulling the wires, just for fun. She told me that. She told me that but I didn’t listen. I loved her so much.”

Shutter Island (2010)                                                                                                         dir. Martin Scorsese


Aye-aye is one of the strangest looking primates. They can only be found in the north-eastern parts of Madagascar. They are nocturnal and usually at the altitude above 700 meters of rain forest trees.

It has specifically designed middle finger which is used for extraction of food from trunks, braches and hard shells. Aye-aye taps a branch with its finger and listens if there is any sound of moving insects or larvae inside. If the movement is detected, aye-aye will make a hole with sharp teeth and use its middle digit to scoop the prey.

The ancient legends of Malagasy considered it the symbol of death due to its scary looks and eerie call. They believe that if the long pointed finger is pointed to any person, death befalls him/her. This leads people to kill aye-ayes on sight. Aye-aye is listed as nearly threatened species with 1000 left on the wild  and it is currently under protection.

The Long Dream of a Cicada

(originally published in Up The Staircase Quarterly)

In the fiftieth year of our marriage
we hear singing under the house.
The kitchen seems to be the heart of it
so we sit there
and take apart the floorboards
with our fingernails
until it is found crooning–
the box of cherry wood
held together by honey
and filled with cicadas.
Fifty years they were here.
Fifty years I knelt at their coffin
and worshipped how they
Fifty years they were dying
and now, like swans,
they trumpet the end.
I made this for you.
I fell the tree.
I built the casket.
I gathered the insects
and set them inside.
I picked the wings from their backs
and like this I became God to them.
Because they loved me so immensely,
they did not sing
for half of a century.
They slept and dreamed of flight in summer,
of a tree that lived
and grew red fruit.
And for what?
To become, in their last hour,
a music box
in your big palm.
Didn’t you stay like them?
Do they call you away now?
If you leave the house
you will find wings, they say.
Bushels of wings.
Creatures rattling the thick air
​with the instruments of their sovereign bodies.

Suggested Guidelines for Reptile Enrichment

AAZK, Enrichment Committee 2002

Note: This document is now 15 years old; I received it from the Herpdigest newsletter, and thought that it would be of interest/relevant to the herpetoculturalists on tumblr, who make up a large fraction of my followers. I present it here unaltered. Note that this is a recommendation for facilities that display reptiles, but I think it an important talking point for the herpetocultural community for ways to better improve the livelihoods of the animals they keep, particularly as tub keeping has become so widespread, especially in the US. Also this post does not necessarily reflect my own feelings on the subject; it is presented here without further comment on my part.

Reptiles in zoological institutions are often housed in areas displaying a variety of herpetological species in simulations of their diverse, natural habitats. Enrichment for reptiles may facilitate good exhibitry and husbandry, help to provide the appropriate environment for species-typical behaviors to occur and provide a level of stimulation and activity conducive to good health. The natural history of each species is important to keep in mind when developing a safe and effective enrichment program. Reptile care is highly specialized; resource materials and knowledgeable individuals should be consulted when possible and veterinary and supervisory approval sought prior to initiating enrichment that may lead to changes in animal care.

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Dangan Ronpa April Fools Day Headcannons

(I have no idea if April Fools Day is actually a thing in Japan, but whatevs! Also it’s not April 1st here yet, but I’m already seeing pranks going around so I figure it’s fair game to put it up now. In order of who I thought of first.)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

  • Spends the week leading up to the day telling everyone in the school that April Fools Day pranks will not be tolerated, especially those of a physical nature that cause damage or pain!
  • Becomes the main target for most of the nasty pranks as a results, tries to put on a brave face and says he’s glad it’s him and not one of his friends, but he still spends the day getting gradually more and more hurt and upset by the pranks directed at him.
  • Keeps having to change his uniform because they’re getting stained. Eventually all ten get damaged and he spends part of the evening doing laundry in his underwear and a towel just so he has something to wear.

Sayaka Maizono

  • Before the day even starts there’s fake screen shots of a new album from her band going around, talk of amazing sounding press appearances, basically fake news that her fans are getting really excited for
  • She doesn’t do any pranks herself, just spends the day apologetically denying all the fake rumours to her fans, and gets upset that she has to make them upset that she isn’t able/planning to do any of those things they were all really excited about.

Leon Kuwata

  • Starts the day thinking all the crazy pranks and fake online news that only gullible dumbasses would fall for are hilarious… until he sees how genuinely upset Sayaka is, at which point he goes online and start angrily lambasting everyone sharing the fake news about her band.
  • Still thinks physical pranks are funny though, and sets up several of the classic ones- buckets of water/jello/soft balls perched on doors, thumbtacks on chairs, some tripwires areas with softer flooring, etc. This is much to the annoyance of…

Mondo Oowada

  • Doesn’t really care about the day. He thinks people making their friends look stupid is bullshit, but realises it’s just tradition and they don’t mean anything by it. He’s spent the last week making it clear that anyone dumb enough to make him look like a fool is getting a beat down in return though, so no one tries anything that might hit him.
  • Ends up spending the day getting increasingly angry at how Kiyotaka is being treated, which ends up with him slamming Leon into a wall when one of his buckets of jello just happens to ruin Kiyotaka’s final clean uniform. It takes a combined effort from Kiyotaka, Chihiro and Makoto to stop him from punching Leon.

Aoi Asahina

  • Likes the idea of silly pranks, but wouldn’t dream of actually hurting anyone. Most of her pranks are food based, such as switching the sugar with salt, and offering people gross foods disguised as candy (caramel onions, chocolate-coated boiled sprouts, Mayonnaise filled donuts)
  • Feels bad for tricking them regardless, and offers them real candy/donuts to make up for it once they’ve fallen for it.

Sakura Oogami

  • Doesn’t really get involved in the day. It’s not something she’s familiar with, and it seems foolish to her.
  • No one dares target her either, aside from Asahina, so she doesn’t suffer at all. Even when Asahina targets her, she doesn’t realise it’s a prank and just tries to give her cooking tips until Hina confesses that it was supposed to be a joke.

Hifumi Yamada

  • Gets stupendously excited about the news of a new season of Demon Angel * Pretty Pudgy Princess, until he discovers that it’s fake and is crushed. But then he decides to get in on the fun and writes a post declaring that from this day on he’s quitting fan art and only drawing photo-realistic pictures of snakes. Spends the rest of the day bathing in the outcry from his disappointed fans before admitting that he made it up for April Fools.
  • Because of this, he spends most of the day at the computer and doesn’t get hit by many pranks, except for the ones set up by…

Chihiro Fujisaki

  • Knows not to trust anything online today, unless there are multiple sources for it. Doesn’t get hit by many pranks in real life, because A) No ones that much of an asshole to target tiny little Fujisaki and B) They figure Mondo would kill them if they did.
  • Plays a few computer based pranks: Troll-face stickers stuck on the underside of the mice in the computer labs (So they don’t work), sets the home page on every browser to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up, gets Alter-Ego to imitate various people and insist that they’ve been trapped in the computer. Stupid stuff that even Kiyotaka manages to laugh at.

Celestia Ludenberg

  • She thinks the whole thing is petty, but she’s bet several of the tougher students that she can scare the life out of them at some point during the day, so she sets up various jump-scare type pranks, with help from coerced victims  volunteers. Stuff like cardboard cutouts of insects placed inside lamp shades, creepy manequins floating around in quiet classrooms, students in scary costumes jumping out unexpectedly. 
  • She wins all her bets, and spends the day making sure she doesn’t go anywhere/try anything she hasn’t just watched someone else go/try first, making her immune to most other pranks.

Makoto Naegi

  • Tries to do a few of the sillier classic pranks, but his bad luck means he ends up victim of the prank he was just attempting to play. 
  • Examples: Tries to swap salt and sugar, but fails to notice Hina’s already done it, so it’s just himself with salt in his morning coffee. Goes to set up a bucket of plastic balls over the homeroom classroom door and gets hit by Leon’s first bucket of water instead.
  • In the end he just gives up and decides to help…

Kyoko Kirigiri

  • She’s not interested in pulling pranks (Except the odd bit of teasing aimed at Makoto), and she manages to spot most of them before they hit her, especially as she’s being extra cautious today.
  • She’s still a detective though, and spends most of the day with Makoto collecting evidence to determine who set up most of them, which she then passes to Kiyotaka at the end of the day.

Yasuhiro Hagakure

  • Decides he’s going to prank everyone by just spouting nonsense instead of giving real predictions. Ironically his nonsense is 100% accurate, and he spends the next few weeks trying to replicate the effect, but without any luck.
  • Previously tried to predict what pranks were going to get played on him, so he dodges a few things, but still gets hit by a ton of stuff. (He’s also the only person other than Makoto with salt in his morning drink)

Byakuya Togami 

  • Doesn’t set up any pranks, obviously he’s far too refined for that petty nonsense! He has approved a few false news articles about ‘upcoming’ physically impossible/ridiculous Togami brand products, because apparently that sort of thing results in good viral marketing (he’s consulted Fujisaki on this though, and vetoed a coupld of ideas on the programmer’s advice)
  • Does get hit by a few of the practical jokes as well, but the jokes of them once Kirigiri gives him evidence he needs to send them the dry-cleaning bill for his fancy suits… Assuming they’ve not already had the life scared out of them by…

Toko Fukawa/Genocider Syo

  • Toko tries to spend the day hiding in her room, but gets dragged out by Kiyotaka who insists she still has to go to class and that his warnings will have prevented any wronging today.
  • About ten minutes after that she’s hit with a burst of black pepper from some pranks, making her sneeze and spend several hours as Genocider, whose idea of a good April Fools Day prank is to jump out at people screaming “You’re so fucking cute I’m gonna kill ya!” and then, once they’ve wet themselves, burst out laughing and tell them not to worry, they’re too ugly for her to kill.

Mukuro Ikusaba

  • At Junko’s suggestion, dresses up as and acts like her sister. The pair pretend Junko’s been cloned until everyone’s seen through it and Junko gets bored of the prank.
  • Spends the rest of the day being incredibly cautious not to get hit by pranks, because she doesn’t dare ruin the clothes or wig Junko lent her. Her soldier training makes her successful at this.

Junko Enoshima

  • Once she’s done pretending to be a clone, starts pulling off really crazy pranks, like breaking into the boys lockers while they’re in gym and replacing their trousers with skirts, hacking the school announcent system and having Monokuma do a broadcast, fills the headmaster’s office with balloons and finally spends the evening finding people who have fallen asleep and painting their faces with crazy makeup, then taking pictures.
  • Despite the craziness of her pranks, she’s the only one Kyoko can’t find any evidence against, so she gets off scot-free.
Fugientibus-Part 2

Originally posted by witchyautumns

Characters: Y/n, Draco

Pairing: Draco x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)

Warnings: Angst, regret, self hatred, sadness, fluff and loving stuff at the end!

Word Count: 1036

Summary: Y/n and Draco spend their first night away from Hogwarts

A/N: Ok, second part to my first HP series!! I’ve got the general direction of this entire series in my head…here’s to hoping y’all like it!! Here’s part 2!1 Hope u like it!!

Tagged Peeps: @helvonasche@notnaturalanahi@chelsea072498@the-latina-trickster@aingealcethlenn@lucifer-in-leather@p–trick@professsionalsinner@lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell​ @daddysxlittlexsunshine @wonderange @mogaruke@aiaranradnay


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“Draco. Slow down.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, watching you dragging the bags you had.

He came over and took one of the bags, walking ahead of you.

You noticed the way he seemed…distant. But right now, you were too preoccupied with trying to figure out where you were supposed to be headed.

It’d been less than a day since you disappeared.

Since you left Hogwarts behind.

Your families now on the run.

All because you and Draco couldn’t do the job you were given.

You felt pathetic.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine this: Bumblebee is introduced to earths bumblebees by Spike revealing his fear for them. Just, this human teen running away from some docile insect. Bumblebee is Just like ???? ??

“What? What is it???” Bumblebee asked in shock and horror as he watched his human best friend run about ten feet away. The VW bug followed suit, fleeing the short distance before aiming at the original spot with a blaster.

“There’s a bee!”

“……what??” Bumblebee was entirely perplexed, glancing around to see what this “bee” was, and why it had scared Spike so much.

“A bee! A bumblebee!”

“Spike, I already told you, I wouldn’t hurt you, you don’t have to be afraid of-”

“Not you, that!” Spike gestured again, and if it weren’t for the soft buzzing sound coming from the air, Bumblebee would have thought Spike was just pulling his leg. Instead, a little yellow and black insect landed on him, revealing itself to be the source of the sound.

“This….is a Bumblebee?”

“Watch out, it might sting you!” Spike shrieked, running away from Bumblebee (the robot) to avoid bumblebee (the insect). Bumblebee didn’t follow him, he was too busy lifting the little bee up to look at it better.

“You have an insect named after me?? Aw!! Look at this little guy, Spike, he’s so cute! Worthy of the Bumblebee name, I tell you,” the robot cooed over his new tiny insect friend, cupping it in his palm and transforming, moving the insect inside his cabin. “Cmon, Spike, let’s go show the others!”

Spike spent the entire ride back screaming about the bee.

anonymous asked:

How did the turning feel like?

“Turning? Oh, gosh, it’s been so long. 

All I remember is that it was really painful after the bite. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. My body was going weaker as my blood was drained, and I remember screaming for my life. After a moment of struggle, everything just went.. black. And I lost all feeling. And it was like that for a long time… cold, and dark, and empty.

I woke up after… a few hours. Or days, I can’t recall. The first thing I noticed after waking up was that my vision was sharper. I could see better in dark. And my hearing got more sensitive, I was able to hear even the insects inside the trees… but I couldn’t hear my heart beating. I panicked. My skin was cold. I thought I had woken up and gone to Hell, but no– these were the woods where I died and was reborn. I just didn’t know what had happened to me. 

I walked around for a bit, and I noticed that the cold night air didn’t seem to bother me, and that I didn’t feel tired or weak. I came across a baby deer, sleeping in a patch of moonlit grass. It looked so beautiful, so calm, so peaceful and innocent.

So… delicious.”

Hydrangea, touken AU

Summary: AU. Touka saves Kaneki’s life one night when he tries to kill himself by jumping off a bridge. What he doesn’t know is that Touka desired to do the same thing. Trapped by despair, the two decide to make a terrible promise: to kill themselves together when fall arrives. But, could love be strong enough to give them a reason to keep on living? One-shot.

Rating: T, romance and angst | Words: 1,2213k | Read on AO3 / If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: Ahhh, it’s finally published! thank you all for having shown such a deep interest in this summary. This story was very important to me and I cried a lot while writing it. I recommend you to listen to the playlist that I made for a more immersive experience, you can listen to it here (x) Also, thank you sooooo much @timid-mew​ for editing this shitty thing! I love you <3 anyway, feedback is always welcome, enjoy the reading!


“What are you doing?”

Her inquisitive eyes scrutinize his pale face, waiting for an answer.

“I’m trying to kill myself,” he says a few seconds after.

One, two, three…

She frowns slowly, cherry lips sighing the smoke of her cig with grace. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of melancholy in her eyes.

“Me too…” she admits, squinting her eyes after an uncomfortable pause. “You don’t strike me as someone who wants to commit suicide.” she adds afterwards, taking in his appearance one more time and concludes, “Actually, I don’t think you have the guts to do it.”

Her honesty makes him smile. From his lips, a dry and bitter giggle comes to life.

"You would be surprised.” He whispers and the kindness shining within his eyes, minutes after jumping off into the abyss, provokes a mess in her mind.

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secret-fujoshi-diary  asked:

Can I have doctor!Shin-chan going home after a long hard day to find his s/o suffering from fever, colds, and cough AND abdominal cramps because she's on her period (this is me right now seriously I feel like sh*t) and he tries to clear his schedule to take care of her - doctor Midorin plus boyfriend mode ON lol. Thank you :3

OMG! Are you okay? Please be okay! Take care of yourself. I know how it feels! I hope this makes you feel better! ✿♥‿♥✿

Cause writing this totallyyyyy made me feel better kyaaa shin-chan~ (⺣◡⺣)♡*

I made it so that they’re married, because it kinda makes it easier to write IM SORRY

Thank you for requesting! 💋

He lets out a tiring sigh, stepping inside his residence. He turned on the lights to the living room and kicked off his shoes, making his way to the kitchen.

It made him feel nice to know that he’s saving lives as a doctor, but god, was it hard and exhausting. Not only did he rarely spend time with his wife, but it almost feels like his break between his shifts aren’t enough.

Good thing he studied well.

(Name) was an entrepreneur, and it comforted Midorima to know that she was working hard too. He expected her to be on her desk again, arranging her schedule and signing forms and all that stuff.

Another restless night for both of them.

He pushed the door open to their room and stopped in his tracks for a while to see if she were awake. the lamp wasn’t on, so most likely, she was already asleep.

Yes. He was still a tsundere, but don’t blame him, His pride isn’t going to level down any sooner! But whenever she was asleep with him around, he couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her forehead or smile at how peaceful she looked.

He dropped his bag on his table and made his way over to their bed to check up on her. Surprisingly, she was still awake, and she didn’t seem so comfortable.

“(Name), what’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, moving closer to her to place a hand on her forehead. “You’re having a fever, did you overwork yourself again?”

She coughed, but forced a scowl. “You’re rarely here! Why would you know?”  

Midorima sighed, finally knowing what was wrong. He made his way downstairs and grabbed what he needed. Then he stepped inside their room again.

“I’m already clearing my schedule, nanodayo.” he reasoned, handing her some medicine and water, which immediately made her feel better.

“Why?” she questioned, laying down again, only to flinch. Midorima, with a huge blush on his face, helped her get more comfortable, then sat down on his side of the bed.

“I need to take care of you.” he replied. “How do you feel?”

“I feel like crap, Shin-chan!” she complained.

“The medicine will take effect soon enough.” he said reassuringly, which didn’t really assure her too much. “Just stay still and go to sleep.”

She started complaining, but Midorima was kinda used to her attitude whenever she had her period. Though tired and already fresh, he stood up from the bed.

“Oh, so where are you going now? You’re going to leave me? Then fine!” she huffed, laying on her side only to flinch.

Midorima sighed and made his way outside of his house and bought something from the convenience store.

He stepped inside the room and made his way over to her, placing a paper bag in front of her. Her eyes shot open, and she grabbed it from his grasp like some hungry animal.

“Oi, stop acting like you’re not human, nanodayo.” Midorima narrowed his eyes as she started nibbling on the chocolate he bought for her.

“Shin-chan! You’re so sweet and adorable! Come here and let me give you a hug!” she opened her arms.

Well that escalated quickly. Midorima placed his glasses on hid bedside table and laid down beside her. “You shouldn’t eat on the bed, you know.”

“I won’t make a mess..” she replied quickly. “Have you ever seen insects inside this room? Nope!”

Midorima pulled the covers up to his neck, his body and eyes so tired he could barely stand up.  “Just.. wake me up when you don’t feel well.”

She puffed out her cheeks then scooted closer to him, aware of his sudden change of attitude. “I don’t wanna wake you up, you baka.” 

He turned around so he was facing her, a glare on his face. “Rest, (Name). You need it. I’m gonna have to stay home until you feel better.” 

“You don’t have to do that.” she blushed. 

“I need to, nanodayo.” he replied quickly. “But it’s not like I want to be with you too, so..” 

She planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “Shin-chan.. you’re always so caring. I love you.” 

He laid there for a while, staring at her and not knowing what to say. Then he calmed down himself. “Y-yeah.. I love you too.” 

hoot-eggs  asked:

Demencia/Dementia (her name spelled in spanish is a letter off thab in english) with a girl crush headcanons

Lesbian Demencia best Demencia 12/10

- Demencia is not the best at flirting, or relationships, or anything of that sort really.

- She tries.

- You know those candies they have with insects inside them? Yeah, expect a box of those. If you don’t want ‘em she’ll eat ‘em.

- Snuggles!

- Surprise snuggles!

- Surprise piggyback rides! (She’s stronger than she looks)

- Surprise everything!

- May or may not have a shrine to her crush (no one will ever know (doubt they could even find it in the mess of her room (if it did exist) (which it doesn’t)(probably)))

- Demencia picks up her crush a lot. They barely walk anywhere. Piggyback rides all the time.

- Giant hugs!!!

- Demencia likes dancing. She will dance with her crush. She can do pretty much any dance form there is.

magicalrebelchild  asked:

Can I have some hcs about how the cats would react to a house centipede?

Tetsurō Kuroo:

  • If the insect doesn’t seem to present any harm, Kuroo would simply take it out of his house with ease.
  • But if someone else is with him, and that certain someone despises bugs, this little shit would take the bug in his hands in order to scare them.

  • He earned his fair share of slaps.

Nobuyuki Kai:

  • Kai is pretty chill and collected, even if he didn’t expect the insect inside his room.
  • He puts it on a piece of paper and releases it outside.

Morisuke Yaku:

  • You’ll never see someone pale more than Yaku at the sight of a house centipede. Come with that thing close to him and expect certain death.
  • He either starts hitting it with random objects, or let a high-pitched squeal and get away as far as possible.

  • He barks incoherently at whoever is with him to get that thing away from him.

Taketora Yamamoto:

  • Intense staring and immediate murder.

Kenma Kozume:

  • Noping my way downtown, noping fast.
  • Kenma doesn’t want to have to deal with anything that has more than 4 legs and is near him on a radius of 30 cm. 

  • He’ll ask the closest person to take care of it. Either that or he completely moves to another house. Yes, mature decisions.

Shōhei Fukunaga:

  • Prolonged time of simply staring at the intruder. He doesn’t want to come near it, but he also doesn’t have the heart to kill it.
  • If he manages to, Fukunaga will take the first object he finds around him and capture the insect in order to set it free.

  • He’s so relieved once he doesn’t have to come in contact with it anymore.

Sō Inuoka:

  • Guess who just got a new little friend! Inuoka would look at the multi-legged insect and be excited to show someone.
  • He’s got the guts to put that thing on his palm in order to show it around.

  • He takes a couple of photos before setting it free in the nature. He knows he can’t keep it inside, it’s not its home anyway.

Lev Haiba:

  • Lev probably notices the centipede when it is already too late and he accidentally stepped on it, making it one with the floor.
  • Imagine emotional Lev because he just ended a being’s life with no intention at all.

  • Otherwise, he would gently pick it up to show it to his sister or Yaku, who is absolutely disgusted and repelled.

Yuki Shibayama:

  • If one of those bugs with many legs got too close to Shibayama, he would feel his spirit leaving his body.
  • He’d leave the room immediately and pray the insect leaves the house before nighttime, or else he won’t sleep that night.
  • If he’s with someone in the room, he’d ask them to either kill it or remove it.
SnK gag drama CD-Eren’s and Jean’s “Open a can of whoop ass” Stand-up Comedy Elegy

Requested by anon and I have good time listening to this, but the challenge is this track revolves around Manzai (Japanese two person stand up comedy) and it is difficult to translate it to English in sensible way. In Manzai, there is one tsukkomi (straight-man, the one with common sense) and the other is boke (the idiot). Boke’s role is to do something stupid and tsukkomi will retort the boke, this retort will be sort of like the punchline to the joke. I can’t explain this very well but you can find more about it in wikipedia HERE.

Introduction by Armin about SL being mankind’s last hope and strongest military division

Jean: You suicidal-bastard!!! (actually it can be suicidal or one who want to quickly die)

Eren: What is it with you, you horse-face!!! How dare you insulting me, I WILL TRANSFORM INTO TITAN! (horse face refers to someone who has long and thin face)

J: (throwing a tsukkomi here) If you transform into titan, we won’t be able to perform our manzai, you fool! Cut it out (slapping at Eren’s shoulder)

J & E: Thank you very much!! (They were practicing on their Manzai script)

E: *sigh* This (our script) is boring. At this rate, we will not be able to make people laugh at the party.

J: Shut up suicidal idiot! If you have any complain, try to write the script yourself!

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Impossibly (Newt)

{Requested by @hello-letsbeamazingshallwe}

Request/description: Okay so I’m addicted to your account and I was just wondering if you could write about y/n and Newt. Y/n gets stuck in the maze overnight and is beaten really badly but still alive and is brought back and has to be looked after by newt. And then has nightmares and newt calms her down. I you could do this for me that would be amazing if you can’t I understand ( who has time for this) you’re amazing and have a gift. P.s your account is ruining my life. But I love you anyway😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😍😍

Warnings: None

Word count: 1577


Their words. They banged against your skull like a thrashing wind in a storm.



“You can do it, Y/N!”

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t run any faster. You couldn’t hurry any more than you were. You couldn’t do this.

The Maze doors slam shut in front of you abruptly, giving one last heaving gust of wind to your face that carried their screams to you. Then, silence. Only your terrified hearts beating echoed in your ears and the hum of insects inside the dark Maze.

The Maze where you’d die.


You swore you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t handle any more of the wretched Grievers screams, their slimy bodies that lurked in the back of your mind. It’s all you saw, all you heard. Your imminent death was practically laughing in your face now, and all you could do was wait for it to make the first move. If this was going to be a game of chess, then you’d forgotten how to play.

Two hours in the Maze and you were still alive, but that made no difference to the sun. It wasn’t going to rise especially early for you, it wasn’t going to save you. You had to save yourself, or you’d die trying.


Minho walked slowly up to Newt who sat lifelessly at Frypans table. His eyes were red rimmed and dark. They stared straight ahead at the Maze doors, yet nothing at the same time.

Minho placed a glass of water in front of Newt and sat next to him quietly, hearing the bench creak under his weight. He winced at the sound but looked at Newt to the right of him.

“Newt I-”

“She’s gone,” Newt interrupts with a cracked and dry voice. “Gone.”

Minho doesn’t, can’t, say anything but places a hand on his friends shoulder. He knew it too, everyone did. There was no denying that Y/N was inevitably, and undeniably, dead.

And so there they sat, in complete and utter silence, until the sun rose. Occasionally Minho would leave to get a blanket or help settle down some of the panicked Gladers who awoke thrashing from a nightmare.

But Newt, he sat there, numb and detached. He didn’t feel the snickering cold or the sympathetic wind that brushed it’s fingers through his disheveled hair. He felt, in a lack for better words, nothing. Just the hollow piece of his heart that’d been stolen from him.


You lie by the closed Maze doors, laughing weakly at the sky. You’d done it. Beat the monstrous Grievers. Survived the impossible Maze. And now the sun was rising, filling the entire Maze pathway with its soft rays. All that was left was to wait for the doors to tear themselves steadily open as they did every morning. And all you had to do, was lie here. Finally, just lie here.

You seemed like you had waited a lifetime to hear that noise again, the stone on stone and grinding of a metal cog. The doors were opening and you tried to stay conscious long enough to look up and see the Glade again.

The Gladers were huddled around the opening of the Maze and they immediately started yelling. Newt was in the front of them all, staring at you like you were the lost diamond he’d been looking for. His hands gripped the ends of his hair impossibly tight and he breathed deeply.

“Well someone bloody get her!” He ordered, motioning to the inside of the Maze which he stared at in unbelief. One of the Runners pushed through the crowd and dragged out out of the Maze and onto the soft grass of the Glade.

“Y/N,” Newt breathes and holds your head up with one hand and takes your hand with his other, his eyes endlessly searching yours. “Are you okay?”

You stare up at the depth in his brown eyes and you shift painfully. After all, you were bleeding out. You can feel your consciousness fading and you whisper one last word before you go.



The next time you wake up, you’re in the Med-jacks hut, as to be expected. A sweaty hand grips yours tightly enough that the tips of your fingers are cold. You turn slowly, feeling the dizziness almost fade, but come back twice as mercilessly.

When you see Newt in your vision, a smile immediately pushed its way onto your mouth. He was such a lovely sight after the night you just had.

Newts eyes flicker back and forth from yours, and he wears a seemingly permanent frown. “You’re hurt,” he states obviously.

“Yeah,” you agree. “I was. But I’m fine now.”

“No you’re not,” Newt sighs. “You nearly died on me.”

You raise an eyebrow playfully. “But I didn’t.”

Newt huffs and rubs a hand over his eyes. “You’re lucky you didn’t. I would’ve dragged you out of the afterlife myself.”

You pause for a moment, your mouth ajar while you think. “I survived a night in the Maze,” you whisper, just to hear yourself say it and confirm what you remembered.

“Barely,” Newt says and his hand rubs the back of yours. “Somehow you made it out with two broken ribs, a cut cheek, lacerations all over your bloody torso, and I’m not even going to mention the bruising.”

Newt just finished speaking when Clint walked in. He gives a surprised “oh!” and walks briskly over to you. “You weren’t supposed to be awake for a little bit longer,” he mentions while he takes your pulse.

You expected Newt to leave sometime, because of his apparent exhaustion and hunger, but he didn’t. And that was the first time you realized that he wasn’t going to let you go again.


The next week was rough. You tore your stitches three times and accidentally bumped into a door frame, causing excruciating waves of pain to push through your body from your ribcage. Newt was there to help you though, thankfully. Who knew how long you’d have been on your knee with a hand over your chest, unable to breathe before he was there to help.

Newt also helped, probably more than Jeff did, with your wounds. He redid some of the stitching when you tore them earlier, and bandaged it for you. When you asked how he knew how to do that, he replied that he’d been in the Glade long enough to learn a couple things. Apparently, medical procedures being one of them.

Clint and Jeff both gave Newt specific directions to stay with you. They couldn’t watch you all night, but the heavens knew that Newt wasn’t leaving. They told him that if you felt fine enough to stay out of the Med-jacks hut, he had to stay with you in your room. He was to make sure you didn’t tear your stitches in your sleep again or fall onto your floor from your bed which, if you were honest, wouldn’t be the first time.

Eventually, with Newts help, you were feeling like you finally were beginning to heal. And physically, you were. But then came the nightmares.

It started off with the Grievers. They screamed at you, threatened you with their needles and blades while you ran. But you always ran too slow. They’d catch you, right as you’d reach the Glade entrance, and drag you back. Drag you to somewhere deep in the Maze, unexplored, where you’d never be found. And honestly, you didn’t know what part was the most terrifying to you.

You sat up in bed, screaming almost as loud as the Griever had when it grabbed you. You thrashed your legs and grabbed at your hair which hung in front of your face.

Newts gentle hands snatched yours in his and he held them steadily in his, even when you tried to push him away.

“Y/N! It’s Newt, just Newt,” he said hurriedly.

You breathed fast, your heart racing, and slowly you stopped kicking at the bed sheets. “Newt?” you croak.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he murmurs and pulls you into his arms.

You bury your head in his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent. You try to breathe evenly and calm your racing heart, but it was determined to burst through your chest. You count the erratic beats and finally, finally, it goes back to normal.

Newts hands stroke your hair and he rocks you back and forth. Admittedly, you did feel like a small child but it was comforting for Newt to do this. You hadn’t felt safer than you did right now, wrapped in his warm arms, in a long time.

Eventually, Newt pulls away and looks to your tired eyes, clearing your hair away from them.

“You okay, love?” He asks gently.

You knew if you tried to talk, your voice wouldn’t make anything more than a raspy whisper, so you settle for a nod. You were okay, you were okay.

Newt, being satisfied with your answer, lies back down and curls you in his arms. He kisses the back of your head and you let your eyes sink shut, confident that for tonight the nightmares wouldn’t come back.

Other nights they did though, but that was okay. You knew that Newt would be there when you woke up, Newt would be there to save you from your own fears, and Newt would be there to hold you close to him.

And he would always be there.

Obsession Gone Wrong (One-Shot)

Featuring: Jiyong/G-dragon
Story type: One-shot
Story Summary: Angst, mild violence, Injuries 

Warning: This one-shot contains scenes of physical violence 

I pulled my knees closer to my chest. Tears staining my white pants but I didn’t care. My legs and arms felt weak. It has been a week since the paparazzi took that photo of Jiyong and I hugging outside my house. Chaos ensured after that and I had to delete all my social media account because it was getting so much hate.

“You are so ugly how did he even fall in love with you??”

“Please go kill yourself. Jiyong is mine!”

“Who do you think you are?! Some ugly bitch”

Comments such as these were the most terrible. I couldn’t keep track of just how many people had asked me to kill myself. When Jiyong caught me crying that night, he had made sure that I deleted all the accounts and not read them. He reassured me that I was the only person that he will stay with and that he will talk to his fans about it in the upcoming concert next month. Little did he know, the harassment continued as the haters found my email and my house address. I had received hate mails in my mailbox and one of them even put dead insects inside the envelope.

Just what have I done to deserve all these. I thought to myself that it will pass and that the haters will eventually grow tired and accept the fact. That was what Jiyong told me. But 1 week has passed and I began to doubt that fact. The abuse had gotten worst though, one time, I found a group of haters hiding in the bushes near my house and as I exited, they threw stones at me. Luckily security at my apartment had taken notice of this and made the security in my area tighter.

Having to encounter all these issues had definitely taken a toll on my psychological wellbeing. I was not as chatty, more moody and simply don’t have any enthusiasm to do anything aside from lay in bed and close my eyes. I was frustrated and the comments were starting to get to my head.

“Baby. Do you wanna watch movie with me?” Jiyong asked as he peers into my room. Although it was the late afternoon when the sun have not set yet, the thick curtains in my room made it seemed as though it was late night. 

“Uh… I am tired” I replied hesitantly, turning to face the other side, pulling the blankets above my head. I heard Jiyong sighed heavily as he began to walk closer to me. He lay beside me and pulled me towards him, to which I resisted fiercely. “Don’t…..” I trailed. “Baby look at me” Jiyong said firmly before pulling me into a sitting position.

“What’s happening? You have not been talking to me properly, neither are you replying my text and then now you don’t even want to look at me?” His tone got harsher and harsher as he tense up and his eyebrows creased together.

“I am just tired Jiyong. Leave me alone” I said weakly before trying to plop back into my bed. I did not wanted to tell him about the hate as he already had enough things to be worried about.

“OKAY. I Will. I will leave you alone. In fact, I am so sorry for bothering you!!!” Jiyong shouted at my sleeping form on the bed. I shut my eyes close tightly. I didn’t wanted to imply that but I didn’t have any energy to reply him. I had stayed up the entire night shivering in fear because just last night, I received a doll with a knife in its chest delivered to my doorsteps.

“Everytime I had free time, all I did was try to contact you and now you saying that I am bothering you?! FINE. I should have concentrated on my work instead of trying to be concern! Do you know I barely got any songs recorded? THE FANS ARE WAITING YOU KNOW” Jiyong continue shouting.

“THEN GO. GO AND RECORD YOUR SONGS FOR THEM” the last sentence had triggered the anger in me and I got up angrily and looked at Jiyong.

“Okay. If they is what you want” Jiyong declared with his voice low and serious. He stood up and left the bedroom and closed the door with a slam.

Tears rolled down my face as I lay back down in frustration. I could hear the main door unlocked and slam before silence filled the air. I lay there in the darkness, not wanting to lift my head up as I continue to sob into the pillow. Just then my phone started ringing and I picked it up immediately thinking that it would be Jiyong.



I cut off the line and sat up in shock, staring at my phone. My hands started to shake as my eyes dart around the room and looking at the window. I felt fear engulf me as I turned off my phone once it started ringing again. A million thoughts went through my head.

This place is not safe anymore.

I began to take my backpack out and started packing clothes enough for the week. Taking along my laptop and a few other valuables. The plan was to go to my parent’s place and to stay there till everything settles. I called the security guard to ask if they had seen any unusual activity around my apartment and as they finished their night rounds and told me that it was safe, I left my house in a hurry, going to the basement to get into my car.

“HEY, STOP THERE” a high-pitched voice was heard as I excited the elevator into the basement.

“BITCH, STOP RUNNING”, as I felt my heart pounding and I began to ran towards my car.

As I reached my car, a pair of strong arms gripped the back of my backpack and yanked me backwards. I cashed into the ground sideways and hurriedly tried to move backwards and away from them.

“What do you want?” I shouted, voice trembling, as I was definitely outnumbered.

The rest of the girls joined her and a total of 4 girls were now coming towards me.

“Please. Leave me alone. There are security upstairs, they will come down anytime” I pleaded as I tried to stand up. The strongest girl pushed me back to the ground and stomped her feet on my hand.

“Bitch where do you think you are going?” as she drilled her feet into my hair and I screamed out in pain.

The other girl shoved her camera into my face. “Poor bitch, getting what she deserved” as she panned the camera in and out. A slap went right across my face and another pulled my hair and jerk at it with all her strength. Tears rolled down my eyes as I let out muffled screams. One of the girls had stuffed a cloth into my mouth and taped it shut. The torments continue for quite sometime as I nearly pass out from the pain they were inflicting on me. Slaps, punches, pushing me into the ground, smacking me with something hard on my head.

“mmm…mmmmmmhhppp” I whimpered against the cloth.

“HEY” I heard a loud voice as the girls stopped midway into attacking me. The hand that was wrapped around my neck tensed and quickly, it was removed and I fell to the ground. The girls were running away and the guards were chasing after them. I slowly crawl up avoiding putting pressure on my hand that was being stepped on. Groaning in pain as I peeled off the tape and one of the guards had returned from chasing the girls.

“We lost them” I heard him report to the other guard before he began walking towards me. “Are you okay? Should we call an ambulance?”

I shook my head. I examined myself and did not feel anything major aside from the bruises and tenderness on the skin where they had punched and slapped me. My hand was red and swollen but it was no emergency. I just wanted to retreat somewhere quiet and safe.

“Can you help me back my apartment?” I asked the guards.

“Sure, you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?” the guards asked.

“Yeah. I am alright, I will go tomorrow morning” I replied, face frowning as I try to get up.

“Okay. Come let me carry the bag for you”

As I stumbled into my apartment and he helped me onto the chair gently, he gave me a nod and left my house. I sat there an examined myself. Cuts, bruises, my hand could not moved and my head was aching. I tilt my head backwards on the sofa and drift off to sleep as my adrenaline wears off.

JIyong POV:

I was so frustrated as I left her apartment. Ever since that day that the photograph of us hugging got online and she receiving so much hate, she had been like that. In fact, every time she has a problem, she always seems to withdraw herself from everything including myself. I hated it whenever she did that. It was as though she couldn’t trust me to be there for her.

I sighed in despair as I reached my apartment.

“Hyung? Why are you back so early?” Seungri asked

I looked up and saw the rest of the members sitting on the sofa, they were watching a movie but had all stopped and looked at me once I entered the house.

“I had a quarrel with her..” I said in defeat, as I plop myself on the couch beside them, snuggling onto Seungri’s arm.

“Is it… cause of the hate?” Seunghyun asked.

“I don’t know…. She don’t want to tell me anything” I sighed in frustration as I closed my eyes. 

Seungri patted my head softly. “She will Hyung… just give her time.. it always seem to be that case”

I nodded. In fact I knew that fact very well. I decided that I will visit her tomorrow when both of us has settle down and started to watch the movie with them, screaming whenever the ghost pop out of the screen.

“Jiyong” Youngbae trailed as he stared at his phone intently, a frown visible on his face.

“What?” as I continue to watch the movie. Youngbae stood up and turned the television off and turned around, looking at me with a very serious expression.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked, eyes full of worries as he pass me his phone.

“At home” as I looked at his phone which was on a instagram page titled “Gdragon_protector_4ever”. There were several videos and I opened one of them to play it.

“BITCH. HOW DARE YOU” as a slap went down on Y/N face, which was already very red. The camera pan towards the side, which showed another girl stepping and stomping on her hand.

My heart raced as I stood up and immediately sprinted towards the door. “YA HYUNG WE ARE COMING” Seungri shouted as the rest followed me out of the door.

As I reached her apartment, I key in the passcode and burst in. “Y/N??!??!”. We had tried calling her on the cell phone but it couldn’t connect. My eyes scanned around the house before falling on a figure curled up on the sofa.

“Y/N??! HEY BABY?! ARE YOU OKAY?” as I bent down and swipe the hair away from her face, only to see more bruises and some dried blood on her face. She stirred a little in her sleep and her face turned into a frown. “Don’t…. hur…hurt me please” she whispered, instinctively putting her hand up towards her face.

“hey it’s me Jiyong” as I patted her head lightly, afraid that I was going to hurt her more.

Daesung and Youngbae were now taking out the contents of the first aid box and started preparing the items. Seungri and Seunghyun had dragged the blanket and pillow out of the bedroom and brought them to the sofa.

My POV: 

As I tried my best to open my eyes, my right eye felt incredibly swollen and I was unable to open it fully. I shifted then immediately shut my eyes in pain as my entire body ache. It literally felt like something huge had fallen onto me.

“Jiyong?” I whispered as I felt someone patting my head softly.

“Yeah, lets go to the hospital okay?” he said gently as his eyes examine my body, looking at all the injuries.

“No. I am fine, Just bruising, except for my hand. Let’s go tomorrow instead. I am tired…” I replied honestly before trying to sit up. Jiyong noticed it and immediately helped me up, his movements very gentle as though he was afraid to cause me more pain.

“Let me see…” as he stretch out my arms and looked at my face. Youngbae had started dapping the dried blood off my forehead and applying antiseptic cream, blowing on it gently to let it dry.

Jiyong sighed as he wrapped his arms around me and allowed me to lean onto his shoulder.

“I am sorry….” I whispered, leaning against him.

“I am sorry too..” he replied “but please… next time tell me. I want to know. I want to share your burden. Okay?”. I nodded as I buried my face in his chest, feeling safer than ever.

“URGH. Those sasaeng fans….. AISH!!!!” he said in frustration.

“Lets make a police report tomorrow. And Y/N I think you should stay with us for the time being. They have gone too far” Seunghyun said in a low serious tone.

“No…..I think they are still schooling…they look really young and if we go to the police, it will leave a mark on their report…” I replied worriedly. 

“Ya! They beat you up and you are still concern about them?!” Seungri raised his voice, a tinge of annoyance obvious in his voice.

“Speak to their parents…. Don’t go to that extend” I sighed as I close my eyes and lay my head back on Jiyong chest.

As Seungri opened his mouth to protest, Jiyong held his hand up to stop him.

“Okay baby. We will do that. But we are going to the hospital first thing in the morning” Jiyong said seriously. “Now close your eyes, we will be here with you” 

With that and a tender kiss on my forehead, I closed my eyes and let exhaustion take over my mind.

Originally posted by supernova77

 So many thoughts about how this scenario could go. Perhaps another … in future……….  “Smirks”