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anonymous asked:

#6 with tododeku (OR todoiideku ;)) todoroki as the lee would be p nice too

#6. “Wow, you’re such a shorty.”

“Hey, can I borrow some pajama pants? I forgot to pack some,” Midoriya asks, peeking his head into Todoroki’s bedroom for a moment. Todoroki looks up and raises an eyebrow. 

“Of course, but I’m not sure they’ll fit you very well.”

Midoriya frowns. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Todoroki hides his smile behind his phone. “Well… you’re kind of short.”

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For the Good Times - Bruce Wayne x Reader

My stomach churned as I pressed the button that would take me to the penthouse, Bruce’s penthouse. I wished the lift was slower so I could have longer to collect my thoughts and tame the shaking of my limbs. Weeks had passed since I’d last been here, I was too heartbroken to collect my belongings any sooner, the weight of our separation weighing me down as my brain had tried to convince itself that the relationship wasn’t over and that we’d be okay. The harsh reality of the situation was the Bruce had ended our time as a couple and Alfred had called to say I could collect my things, making the decision for me.

The door dinged open, revealing Bruce’s gorgeous apartment. The warm light of summer cast the room into a soft glow of soothing shades. Upon hearing the doors open, Alfred approached me, opening his arms as a form of greeting. I wrapped my arms around the butler, grateful of the comfort he was providing.

“Good afternoon, Miss (y/n)” His smile was warm but I could still detect the pity in his eyes.

“Hi Alfred, how have you been?” My words were overly cheerful, trying to hide the fact that just being in the apartment was draining my energy as I tried desperately to keep the memories of Bruce and I at bay.

“Very good, Miss. Busy as always” He let at a soft chuckle before his voice took on a more remorseful tone “Master Bruce wouldn’t let me touch anything, just said that you could take whatever you wanted”
I smiled bitterly, the only thing I wanted wasn’t in the apartment, it was at Wayne Enterprises pretending to earn a living. But I nodded my head politely and uttered a thank you before turning to walk towards the bedroom we’d once shared.

I cautiously opened the door with trembling fingers, flashes of mornings spent wrapped in each other’s embrace and nights spent talking about anything and everything flooded my mind. My eyes squeezed shut as I left out a shuddering breath. Forcing my feet to move forward, I picked up the bag Alfred had set out on the bed and began to pack my clothes up. I knelt down by the dresser, carefully pulling a draw open. There were more clothes than I’d expected, a wave of pain crashing into my chest as I realised how much time I’d spent here and how it had all gone to waste. I was emptying the draw Bruce had given to me, a small smile cracking the pained expression on my face when I remembered how nervous he’d been about it.

“Baby, have you seen the shirt I left here last week?”
Bruce emerged from the bathroom with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth and only a towel covering his sculpted waist. He slowly removed the toothbrush before rubbing the back of his neck and staring at the floor. For once in his life Bruce Wayne looked nervous.                                                                                                                                                                                                          
“It’s-uh-its in the middle draw” I raised an eyebrow at him, confused by his odd behaviour. 

“Why’s it in a draw, I always leave my clothes on the chair in the corner?” Bruce’s bare feet shifted on the floor, his hand returning to his neck.

“I just thought-uh-y'know you stay here a lot and leave a lot of stuff so you should-uh-should have a draw”

A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth, warmth spreading across my body. Before Bruce could react I’d wrapped my arms around his shoulders, gently pulling his head down, our lips connecting. I whispered a thank you, our lips brushing. He tried to pull me closer only for me to jump away from him.

“Eww, you’re all wet!”

He chuckled darkly, a mischievous look flashing in his eyes before he began to chase me around the room….

My vision turned misty, the happy memories causing the knot in my stomach to pull tighter. When I reached for another piece of clothing my hands pulled out an old faded t-shirt. The fabric was soft and thin from age but that didn’t stop it from feeling as warm as a hug when I’d worn it. It was Bruce’s, making it big enough to swallow my shoulders and cover half of my thighs. He used to pretend to get angry when I stole his shirts but when he’s given me the draw there was a pile of them neatly tucked into the corner. I resisted the temptation to lift the top to my nose, craving Bruce’s comforting scent that never failed to make me feel safe and protected. I knew it would be wrong to take them, despite my desperation to, I reluctantly closed the draw, replacing the t-shirt, leaving the rest of them untouched.

Rising from my knees I surveyed the top of the dresser. I was shocked to discover he hadn’t thrown away the pictures of us, I figured it was only a matter of time before they would be discarded and replace by photos of some one new. I gingerly picked up my favourite, debating whether or not to take it. We were smiling in the picture, our noses red from the cold. We’d been ice skating when Bruce had decided it was the perfect time for a photo. My cheeks had been sore from laughing at my clumsy movements on the skates when he’d pulled me to his side, placing his smiling lips to my hairline before taking the picture. With tears slowly making their way down my face I placed the photo in the bag, deciding it wouldn’t be missed by Bruce.

My eyes scanned the room one last time, having collected my toiletries and other possessions that were littered around the bedroom. They landed on the small record player that was settled next to the chair in the corner. I only had a few records whereas Alfred had taught Bruce to love them dearly. My feet carried me to the player before I could stop them. My heart stopped once I recognised the record sat in the player, it was one of mine. I started the record, “For the Good Times” by Al Green filling the room with soft but sorrowful music. I retreated to the chair, my legs unable to support myself as sobs racked my body.

“Why are we listening to this?” Bruce’s tone clearly displayed his displeasure about my choice of music.

“Because it’s beautiful”

“It’s depressing, just listen to the words” His annoyance only served to amuse me.

“That’s what makes it beautiful, he’s expressing his heartbreak and desperation”

Bruce scoffed “What part of that isn’t depressing?”

“Oh shut up and come here” He slowly rose to his feet, shaking his head stubbornly when I attempted to get him to dance with him. I kept my arms wrapped securely wrapped around his neck, pushing out my bottom lip.

“No” He tried to appear stern but there was laughter evident in his tone.

“Pleease” He shook his head again, laughter shaking his shoulders. I pushed onto my tiptoes, placing soft kisses over his jaw and face, muttering pleases in between. I smiled triumphantly as I felt his arms snake around my waist and his strong body begin to guide us around the room.

“Okay” His voice was scarcely more than a whisper as he buried his head in my neck. We danced until the song came to an end, Bruce slowly raised his head. Love arranging his features into an adoring smile.

“You have me wrapped around your little finger” He joked. I beamed at him, my expression mirroring his….

“(Y/n)?” The question was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. My head shot up, my eyes were met by Bruce’s. His eyes were watery and surrounded by dark circles, his tired body frozen in the doorframe. I abruptly rose to my feet, frantically trying to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“Bruce-hi…I-uh-came to get my stuff. Sorry, I didn’t m-mean to take so long” My voice shook with pain. He cleared his throat, trying to reduce its sudden tightness.

“S'okay..I came back early, ran out of work to pretend to do” He attempt to smile at his words but it transformed into a pained grimace when he saw the bag at my feet.

“(Y/n)-” He couldn’t finish his sentence, his constricted throat not allowing it.

“I-I should go-”

“No-please! Stay, just for a little while?” My body started to shake from exhaustion and the pain that was torturing my limbs.

“Bruce, I can’t”

“Yes you can, baby, please” He choked out. My eyes snapped to his at the pet name, a blush flooded his checks when he realised his mistake. I was stuck in place, trying not to notice the agony in his eyes and the way his body was quivering.

“(Y/n)-I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. Do you need help with anything?” A sad smile graced my face, I shook my head, unable to bare Bruce’s kindness. My fingers wrapped around the handle, tenderly picking up the bag before moving towards the door.
I’d almost made it when Bruce put his arm out to stop me. His eyes were squeezed shut as a sob erupted from his chest.

“Please-just for a moment, pretend that you love me and-and just stay with me” My heart shattered, seeing Bruce in pain only served to increase mine. I gently wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and pressed my face into his chest. His warm scent coaxed me into a sense of safely and comfort. His arms held my waist so tightly it was almost painful. I raised my head to his, our lips pressing together in a desperate and pain filled kiss. Both of us trying to hold onto the remains of our relationship.

“I would never have to pretend, Bruce” His body trembled against mine, unable to hide his torment.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean” Bruce groaned, separating himself from me.

“I mean it Bruce”

“ hate me, you said you didn’t want to be near me anymore” It was then I realised how much my angered words had affected him, he didn’t see that they were just impulsive words filled with rage, not my true feelings. His fear of isolation had only fuelled his insecurities.

“Bruce, baby, I didn’t mean it. You know that, I was just angry that you wanted to end us over something as stupid as a forgotten date” My voice had taken on a pleading tone, I was desperate for him to see the truth in my words. His eyes met mine, a glimmer of hope shinning through the sadness.

“I was scared, when you forgot about the date-I’d received threats on your life and when you didn’t show-” He was barely able to continue “I thought something had happened and then I was so scared..I thought the only way I could keep you safe was by distancing myself from you” He rubbed his neck before continuing.
“Which seems really stupid now. God, (y/n) I’m so sorry, please can we go back to how we were?”
I released a breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding, all of the pain seeped out of my body being replaced by happiness because the man I loved still loved me back. I knew I should be angry but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“I love you, you idiot” His head shot up, his eyes met by my beaming smile.

“I love you too” Though his eyes still looked tired his body was relieved from the guilt he’d been carrying, becoming relaxed.

“Good, now you can unpack my stuff for me” A smirk settled on my face as I watched his form into an expression of shock. We both began to laugh as we embraced each other, happy to be back in each other’s arms.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for yandere Tarn and overlord

the thirst is real. 

don’t say i didn’t warn y’all <3

(This gets reaaaally dark in some places so uh

be warned pls)


- Tarn is a bad fucking guy, joker-level supervillain down to a T. But when he’s found someone he lives and breathes? Dreams and thinks of every waking moment, to a point even he’s aware of his own obsession? The object of his affection would be lucky to escape with a few broken limbs and severe PTSD. 

- As Tarn’s beloved, you’re never allowed near others; for fear of them “converting” you and taking you away from him. Of course, he’d never let that happen, but he’d prefer the thoughts to stay out of your pretty little head. Don’t worry, my darling; you’re safe right where you are. I won’t let some corrupt fool convert you into a lesser being. 

- You’re forced into affection, and many other… interesting situations. You’re at constant risk; so whatever he asks of you, you do without question. He wants a kiss? You provide. How about you sing for him? You do so, even if you don’t like your singing voice. Tell him you love him? 

… well, that’s a bit harder for you to muster. But you never fail to provide.

- Tarn is under the impression you love him just as much as he loves you. That you think about him every waking moment, and want nothing more than to be by his side. This is especially true if you’re obedient; he believes your love is so strong, that you’d do anything for him blindly. 

- Your only escape, is either suicide, or somehow hoping a space deity of some sort has a requirement only you can fill, and rescue you from your personal hell. After all, being encased in a cage your captor believes is more than comfortable for his “prized one” for 99% of every day since you were captured is not a great way to live.

- If you do happen to die, however… there’s a high probability Tarn will not stop until he’s brought you back; in one way or another.


- It’s more an attraction to power, at first. You’re weaker and smaller than he is; he could easily overpower you. He doubts it would take more than pressing a digit to your pretty frame to crush your chest, and take anything important with it.

- And when he nabs you from the Autobots, that’s exactly what he had in mind. Crushing you and watching your lights go out for himself; just for the sick satisfaction he killed one of his enemies’ most beloved members. But as he stared you down beneath him, shimmering gems of optics wide in fear, he couldn’t bring himself to so much as leave a scrape.

- He had an internal battle about you for cycles. You’ll become a distraction, and he knows that your loved ones are likely to attempt a rescue; but the cute teary-eyed expression you send him every time he so much as comes near you is almost tempting. He could just pick you up and squish your pretty face, cover you in kisses and affection. You’re irresistible. And in that moment, instead of killing you, he decides to keep you for the mercy of having you as his own mate.

- You’re well-protected, yes. There’s not a single decepticon, autobot or other that would dare try to harm you. But in turn, you’re at constant risk by your “protector”. He’s made it clear multiple times that any escape attempts would be met with swift and painful punishment; whether that be a broken limb, hours of torture, or simply being forced to lay beside him as he admires your features.

- So, you try your best to be obedient. You do whatever he says in hopes he won’t hurt you, but no matter what you do, you always end up harmed in some way or another. Your only escape chances?

- Either somehow, your family rescues you, or you die by the hands of the very person who’s proclaimed himself as your lover.

lovepsychothefirst  asked:

Imagine an Adaption of The Princess Bride with the Star Wars cast. OT or PT, what would the roles be and how would adapt it?

Okay, well obviously Anakin is the slave boy / man in black / Dread Sith Lord Vader. (But not the real Lord Vader. Anakin took the title from the man who supposedly killed him, but who in fact took him on as an apprentice; his name was really Dooku. He himself had inherited the title from the previous Lord Vader, who was not the real Lord Vader either. His name was Sifo-Dyas. The real Lord Vader had been retired thirty years and living like a king on Nar Shaddaa. It was the name, Dooku explained, that was important for inspiring the necessary fear. No one would surrender to the Dread Sith Lord Ani.)

Padmé is the simple peasant girl Palpatine picked to be Queen of Naboo. Originally, he planned to have her murdered on her coronation and the Trade Federation blamed for it, thus sparking the war that would bring him to power. But when that fails, he has to regroup and finally decides it’s going to be so much more moving when he has her killed not as an innocent victim but as a martyr.

Nute Gunray has been secretly hired by Palpatine to murder Padmé and start a war (a prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition). He in turn has hired two mercenaries to help him with the task: the former Jedi padawan turned drunken soldier of fortune Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the prospector and prize fighter Dexter Jettster.*

Obi-Wan saw his Jedi master murdered by a mysterious tattooed Sith Lord when he was still a padawan. Now, Obi-Wan loved his master, and so naturally he challenged his murderer to a duel. He failed, but the Sith let him live, and now he has dedicated his life to revenge…and left the Jedi Order to seek it. He’s been searching for the tattooed Sith ever since.

Dex is honestly in this gig for the money, but he’s forever annoying Nute with his horrible dad jokes and puns, and in spite of himself he’s basically adopted Obi-Wan. The guy clearly needs someone to look after him.

Maul is the tattooed Sith Obi-Wan is searching for. He’s been working as Palpatine’s lieutenant all this time. His assistant Ventress keeps his Pit of Despair running smoothly.

Barriss is the Jedi healer who used to work for the Republic, until the Republic’s stinking Chancellor fired her (and all the other Jedi), and thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject.

Ahsoka is not a witch, she’s her wife, but after what Barriss just said, she’s not even sure she wants to be that anymore.

Yoda is a very impressive clergyman indeed. Because of reasons.


A few choice scenes:

Anakin learning fencing and the Force and anything else people will teach him while playing aide to Dooku’s Dread Sith Lord Vader.

“Good night, Anakin. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”


Obi-Wan helping Anakin scale a cliff so that they can have a proper duel. “I see you’re a Sith Lord,” he says. “You don’t by any chance have tattoos on your face?”

“Do you always begin conversations this way?”

Obi-Wan tells his story, after which Anakin graciously removes his mask to show that his face is tattoo-free. And then they fight. It’s all very cordial.


“Why are you wearing a mask?” Dex asks. “Were you burned by lava or something?”

“Oh no, it’s just they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”


Anakin and Nute Gunray have a battle of wits.

“But Sarlaac venom is from Tatooine, and Tatooine, as everyone knows, is entirely peopled with criminals, who are used to not being trusted as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.”


Padmé and Anakin escape to Tatooine (it’s definitely Tatooine), where they attempt to hide out from Palpatine.

“What are the three dangers of Tatooine? One, the lightning sand. No problem. Two, the sarlaac pits. There’s a growling sound that precedes those, so we can avoid them easily…”

“Anakin, what about the WROUSes?”

“Womp rats of unusual size? I don’t think they exist.”

A fight with several womp rats immediately follows.


Padmé makes a bargain with Palpatine to save Anakin’s life. At this point she hasn’t realized quite how awful Palpatine is, but even so, she’s already planning how she’s going to get out of this.

Unfortunately, Palpatine wastes no time at all, and Anakin is turned over to Maul to be tortured. There’s dismemberment involved. When Obi-Wan and Dex find him, he’s a mangled, limbless husk, and very definitely dead.


Or…maybe only mostly dead.

Obi-Wan tries several stories to convince Barriss to help. She finds each of these stories increasingly ludicrous.

“He’s the Chosen One, destined to bring balance to the Force!”

Barriss just stares at him. “Boy are you a rotten liar,” she says.

“I need him to help avenge my master, murdered these twenty years!”

Barriss is even less impressed by this, but she takes a look, and unfortunately for her, Ahsoka won’t give her any peace until she’s brought Anakin back. It takes a lot of doing. Not so much miracle pills as the miracle of modern cybernetics, but hey, it amounts to the same thing in the end.

Besides, Obi-Wan’s promised that if Barriss saves Anakin, Palpatine suffers humiliations galore, and that is definitely a noble cause.


Meanwhile Padmé has a crisis of conscience and goes barging into Palpatine’s office one night.

“It comes to this: I love democracy. I always have. If you tell me I must be your puppet Queen, please believe I will be leading a revolution by morning.”


Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Dex break into the Naboo palace by means of a cunning plan involving a hover sled, Ventress’ lightsabers, and a fog machine they found in Maul’s torture pit. (Look, Maul is absolutely the dramatic type who owns a fog machine. Don’t blame me. That’s just science.)

Rescuing Padmé proves to be the most difficult part of the whole plan, mainly because Padmé has already rescued herself, and finding her is a bit difficult. And then Obi-Wan catches sight of Maul the tattooed Sith, and he’s off on his quest for vengeance.

Meanwhile Anakin still can’t walk that well on his new legs and ends up having to bluff his way through a fight with Palpatine.** Or at least, to keep Palpatine occupied just long enough for Padmé to take him down with a stun blast.

(Anakin really wanted to kill him, but Padmé insists Palpatine has to stand trial. Anakin isn’t convinced; at least, not until she points out that Palpatine living a long life alone in prison with his failures would make a much more satisfying revenge.)


“Hello. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. You killed my master. Prepare to die.”


And of course, for maximum irony, this story ends with Obi-Wan becoming the new Dread Sith Lord Vader.


* Okay, okay. I realize Dex as Fezzik is a stretch. But everyone else fits so perfectly and there’s really no one in the PT era who fits for Fezzik. I considered Chewie, but he doesn’t have a connection with Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan apparently has no friends outside of Anakin and Dex. :( So.

** So I wanted to make a joke about “to the pain,” only I realized that what happens to Anakin in canon basically is “to the pain,” which…kinda destroys the humor tbh.

[FF Rec] Hawaii five 0

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Foxy Danno - Series

Autor: klutzy34

Fandom: Hawaii Five 0

Like a Fox

Main Characters: Danny Williams & Steve McGarret

Word Count:  52.741

Warnings:  -

Tags: Shifter!Danny, Team as Family, series of ficlets

Complete: no 

Whumpee: Danny Williams

Whump: insecurities about revealing, painful changing, grazing shot, kidnapped, changing against will, [poisoned by silver, fever - chapter 24] 


  • ❤: 2/5
  • 🔪: 1/5
  • ★ : 4/5

Summary: A year before Danny moved to Hawaii, an attack on a stakeout gone wrong left him with one hell of a secret: he’s a werefox.For six years, he managed to keep the secret from everyone until an attempt on Steve’s life required him to shift and out himself to his partner and best friend. A series of ficlets about the Five-0 team and their Jersey werefox.


Main Characters: Danny Williams x Steve McGarret (just really mentioned in the epilogue)

Word Count: 34.967

Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence

Tags: Shifter!Danny, Team as Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence,  Supernatural Elements, Shifters

Complete: yes

Whumpee: Danny Williams

Whump: kidnapped, trapped in fox form, captivity, torture, forced to fight, hurt paws, shaffing collar, painfull shift, emotional whump, unable to talk, being taken again, almost getting clawed to death, 


  • ❤: 5/5
  • 🔪: 5/5
  • ★ : 5/5

Summary: AU for Like A Fox.Steve McGarrett thought his life might get a little calmer once he established Five-0 and settled in one place for the first time in years. Instead, he becomes wrapped up in the mystery of a missing detective when he acquires a skittish fox shadow and makes friends with a little girl looking for her father.An investigation into human smuggling left werefox Danny Williams stuck furry and on four legs. Now free of his captors, he’s stuck figuring out how to get back to the life he once had while trying to figure out what it is about his old partner’s new boss that keeps drawing him in.


I LOVE shifter fanfiction. Unfortunately there aren’t nearly enough of those out there. Here are two of the ones I really like. The first one isn’t very whumpy and the format of short ficlets doesn’t give much room for a lot of exploration of the whump or the aftercare. It’s still worth reading though. 
In extreme contrast to the first one, is the second one, which started out as an AU, same universe, different setting, different plot, different everything. It’s not just an AU from it’s own story, but also from H50 itself. After starting his life in Hawaii as a police officer with HPD, Danny gets kidnapped and forced to fight in an illegal fighting ring, because of his powers. During the raid he escapes and has to find his own way back home. Unable to turn back to human form he puts his trust into one certain, but unknown to him, H50 Commander. 

The story is mostly about him recovering, finding himself again, trusting again and overcoming the effects of months of torture and manipulation. He doesn’t just have to fight with his own insecurites and temporary “disabilities” but he also has to fight against his own fox!instincts and against people from outside, who want revenge or who don’t think he can make his own decisions anymore. 

Sharia Law is peaceful. It’s simply: 

Honor killings 
Burning infidels alive 
Supremacy/global domination 
Limb amputations 
Genital mutilation 
Death to apostates
Forced conversion 
Sex slavery and rape 
Women enslavement 
Wife beating 
Child marriage/rape 
Brutality against homosexuals
Bigotry and hatred 
Robbery and pillage 
Extortion of nonbelievers 
Persecution and/or death for blasphemy/atheism
Destruction of pre-Islamic antiquities

- Imam Tawhidi

Nightmare x Cross 7

(Here it is, the next part, I took a lot of time on this and I hope you all like it, I’m also planning on making a Crossmare one-shot Christmas special, take the cookies and enjoy!)

Nightmare’s pov.

I was angry at Akudouma and then I was very sad at the thought Cross trusted them more than me, I began shedding a couple tears, It doesn’t matter if people looked at me, it was hard to tell if I was crying in this form since I look like glop. Killer walked in and looked at me nervously, I gazed up at him,”Yes?” I muttered, he cleared his throat.”Cross asked me to get you.” He said nervously, I stopped and teleported to Cross room, who was sitting on his bed.”Tell me what happened.” He said, I looked at him confused,”What do you mean?”,”What really did happen in there when Akudouma came?” He said calmly, I was a little confused but I began telling him.”Akudouma came in out of nowhere and they threaten to snap your neck.” I explained, Cross sat unmoved.”Why do you ask? I thought you thought I was trying-” “I think Akudouma is here to kill me.” He said, my eyes widen and I looked at him,”What makes you say-” “When we first met him or her on the train, they were talking about Ginger, they were talking about her, I didn’t think much and thought they friends before, but I then I began getting suspicious when we met at the train again, talking about Ginger and how there was no one else on the train and the way they sounded when we got to my room.” Cross began trembling, I then thought as well,’Was Akudouma stalking Cross?’ “I think they have been stalking me for a long time now.” Cross began shaking and breathing quickly. I gently rubbed his back,”I don’t know why, but I feel like they are here for me and want something from me.” He began to gasp for air and he then gripped his neck like was choking, I was concerned but then I began to panic when I figured out Cross was really choking.”N-N-Nightmare.” He managed to choke out, I began to flip out when he’s face was becoming dark purple.”CROSS!? WHAT’S GOING ON?!” I shouted,”N-ecklace…C-choking…ME.” He gasped out, I dove for his neck and I found a necklace that was restricting around his neck and tightening, I pulled as hard as I could, it finally came off and I fell on my back and Cross gasped for air and panted, I leaped to my feet.”Cross! Are you alright?” I said, panic clearly in my voice.

Cross pov.

The moment the necklace came off, I took a deep breath and began panting for air,”Cross! What the f*ck was going on?” Chara was regaining his breath too. My eyes were stinging, I finally just took my blind-fold off and I can see clearly, I scanned my room.”Cross?! Are you alright?” Nightmare ran towards me and cupped my face in both his hands and examined me, I blushed as his hands touched my face and I couldn’t help but blush like a grape. He looked at my face and was wondering why I was blushing, he realized that his face was close to mine, he blushed as well, we stared at each other’s eyes and gazed into them.”N-Nightmare.” I whispered, he then leaned slightly forward, we were inches apart, our eyes half-lidded and we leaned in more, our faces 3 centimeters away as Nightmare was about to say something,”Cross, I lo-” “NIGHTMARE, WE’RE BEING UNDER ATTACK!!!!” Killer ran in and paused at seeing us, me and Nightmare looked at him nervously and we quickly stepped away from each other, Nightmare then snapped back in reality,”Everyone quick! Get your weapons!” I grabbed mine, but Nightmare stopped me.”Cross, stay here.” “WHAT!? Why?!” I hissed,”You still need to recover.” He said soothingly,”I’m fine Nightmare, I ca-” Nightmare brought me into a hug, I blushed a bit.”Sorry Cross…” “Wha!?” I then felt dizzy and fell in Nightmare’s arms and I looked up at him,”Nightmare, I…” I then blacked out.

Nightmare’s pov.

I knocked Cross out and I held him bridal style in my arms, I walked towards his bed and set him down, under the covers, I ran my hand across his cheek. I blushed and checked to see if Killer was still here,’no one is here, except me and Cross…” I blushed as I slightly leaned down and I could feel Cross breath, his ‘lips’ an inch from mine, I was about to close the space,”Sometimes I wonder if I’m the creepy one, or if you’re the creepy one.” The annoying calm voice echoed throughout the room. My eyes widen then I glared at Akudouma who was sitting on a dragon,”What are you doing here?!” I growled as my gaster blasters appeared and my bones ready to beat the sh*t out of them.”Ohhh nothing, except to come claim Cross.” they said, as they eyed Cross with a crossed eyed look,”So you have been spying on Cross.” I growled, they laughed at me,”Of course, anything to see our Otps, though, he’s very sexy looking in the shower and you could see him in the shower if you go to the bathroom at around 10:00, but why would anyone shower so late?.” they said stupidly, I grew furious, this- no, this sicko has been spying on Cross everywhere he went, I grew angry at the thought of them staring and looking at Cross’s body, it made me sick.”If you don’t leave, I will tear your limbs off and then torture you.” I said threateningly,”In case you haven’t noticed, but you’re all wrapped up.” I gazed down to find shadows restraining me, I began squirming.”We’ll take good care of Cross~” They said sweetly and walked towards Cross and lifted him off the bed, they stared at him before drawing words on his forehead and they drew a troll face that said wasted on him, Cross squirmed in discomfort, my eyes blazed at them and I attempted to escape even more.”Bye-bye Nightmare~” Akudouma then went through a portal with Cross in their arms,”CROSS!!!!!!!!” I screamed out as I got out of the binds, but the portal already closed.

All Night Long [part ii]

here is part two of All Night Long. It was supposed to be the last installment, but i got carried away and lost track of how long it was. So now, yall get THREE PARTS hooo yis.

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: around 1.1k

Warnings: blood, mention of torture, and Peter. he is a warning. proceed at your own risk

“All Night Long” [part ii]

part i

part iii

Thankfully, Steve and Sam decided to accompany you on the trip, saying that it was dangerous to send two hormonal, impulsive teenagers to a HYDRA base alone.This wasn’t completely false: it was stupidly dangerous. But the true reason why was because of the unspoken beef between you and Peter. Steve had felt bad for you, after you spilled the beans about your tragic break-up. So he convinced Sam to come with him, on the grounds that Steve was an awful babysitter and needed Sam’s expertise. What a load of bullshit. But still, you were grateful. Now the trip there wouldn’t be agonizingly horrendous. Again, you thought it wouldn’t be bad. And again, you were proved wrong by the universe.

“Peter, I fucking told you not to eat in the plane!” you shouted, shaking off the spilled milk and cereal off your suit. “Where the hell do you even put the damn milk in this godforsaken jet?”

“Get of my back, (Y/n)! You’re just mad that you can’t even handle your own fucking emotions.” He glared back at you, but his stare faltered when he saw that he had sparked something that he should’ve left alone. “Shit.” He knew what he had started.

You let everything burst like a fucking dam. All the miserable memories of you crying over him, your furious yelling about him, and the empty moments you wished you had spent with him, all of it.

“How fucking dare you?! Who was the fucking person to go whore-ing around my back? At a party that I invited them to? Huh, Peter? How about you fucking handle that?” you spit caustically. Your eyes blurred and your head spun with adrenaline, finally feeling free of all the burdens by bellowing like an animal. But just when you were feeling strong and in control, your eyes threatened to release the tears. Pushing your hair back, you continued with an unsteady voice. “I don’t give a shit if you eat your cereal here, just don’t get it on me.” You pursed your lips and got up to leave the seat. You needed to be alone. And thank god the jet was big enough to house twenty horses.

In the midst of it all, Steve and Sam shared wide-eyed glances, exchanging words with looks.

Holy shit, did you know about this? Sam asks.

Yeah, but I didn’t know it was this bad, Steve stares back with a shrug.

Damn, thank the lord we didn’t send these two by themselves. They would’ve killed each other before HYDRA even had a chance to touch them.

Laying in the small cot in the back of the jet, you listened to the hum of the engines. The whirring acted as white noise, calming you as if you were some infant who wouldn’t fall asleep. Reflecting on your words and emotions, you let yourself be washed over with thoughts. Was Peter right? Were you still unable to organize your feelings regarding Peter? You thought you had just gotten rid of them, that there was nothing to ‘handle’, but maybe there was still some things left…maybe everything was still left. Fuck. You brained reeled back into the memory of that night. Him smiling under the midnight sky, the moonlight coloring the darkness, the tears that burned your eyes, the lies that broke your heart. Everything came flooding back and left your scar feeling fresh and re-opened. It still haunted you. He had tried to explain to you that night, but you had refused to listen. Had that been a mistake? Was there a reasonable, even a possible, explanation? Perhaps you should’ve been patient and heard him out. Perhaps letting your emotions get the better of you was a mistake. Perhaps you let yourself lose him that night.

Lost in your thoughts, you zoned out. But Sam’s voice brought you back.

“We’re landing in ten minutes. Get ready,” he alerted.

Shaken out of your mind, you nodded and hopped onto your feet, “Thanks Sam.”

Instead of leaving, Sam stepped hesitantly to your side and placed a hand on your shoulder. “If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you kid. Don’t forget that. It sounded like you had a lot of stuff to steam out,” he smiled jokingly.

You chuckled and nodded, “I know right.” You looked up at him and smiled reassuring, “And thanks.”

“Eight minutes,” Steve called out from the front of the jet.

“Better get ready,” you sighed. Sam walked out, closing the door behind him.

All you could hear was your own breath, quick but steady. You had your hands up in a defensive position. The floor you were on was cleared by Peter, reporting through the coms that there was no one here. But Steve had heard footsteps and sent you to check. Energy flowed from your fingertips, crackling with a small flame in one hand and water flowing naturally in the other.


You spun around to see a man in an all-black soldier uniform, a demented grin plastered on his face. It was him. You’d recognize him anywhere.

“Vincent-Dupont,” you growled. Even saying his name sent sparks of pain through your limbs. Reliving the torture you experienced because of him, your body rushed with energy. “It’s good to see you again.”

“As am I, and I’m glad you brought your boyfriend to see you suffer.” His voice was like sour milk, curt and just straight up disgusting. “Oh, excuse me, your ex-boyfriend.”

You heaved at his taunts. He knew just how to anger you. Lifting your arms, you threw flame at him and simultaneously sent shards of ice in his direction. There was no method to your madness, just rage.

Hearing the commotion above, Steve addressed you through the com.

“Where are you? Parker is coming for you right now,” Steve shouted.

You heard The Falcon swooping in the building, searching for you, but you were too busy. Vincent-Dupont had triggered something that you had buried deep inside of your heart and you had let it take control of you. It was fear. It was the vulnerability that you had shown. Now you felt like you had to compensate for your weakness by ending Dupont. Aimlessly and recklessly firing element after element, you made a fatal mistake.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips as you fell to your knees, your hands pressing into your stomach. You felt a warm liquid gush out of you. Exhaling hurt so much that you held your breath as you looked down. A long piece of metal had embedded itself in your ribcage. White took over your vision and the last thing you heard was Peter’s voice.

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Selfish Pain

Summary: Prince Niall is the youngest son of King Tomlinson. His older brothers Louis and Liam are Alphas while Niall is an Omega. Everything changes the day King Malik comes for a state visit. 

Word Count: 20 758 

Authors Note: So I haven’t written in a while and I am sorry. This story was supposed to be a short ‘I’m sorry for being shit’ and it turned into a 48-page monster. Hope you forgive me? 


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anonymous asked:

Isn’t it funny how nobody bothered to bat an eye when Levi went into chilling detail about how he’d sever Annie’s limbs? Or when Levi tortured a man for information regarding the royal family? What about what he wrongfully did to Historia? How about when he held that MP against his own will, kicked his teeth in, then proceeded to break his arm out of absolute desperation? What about with Zeke, when he crammed his blade down his throat and demanded he answer him? There was never any ...

… justification for any of this, but it’s a fallibility of Levi’s character. Violence is all he knows, and so when things don’t go his way, he resorts to what he knows best. Suddenly though, when Eren has no qualms about Bertolt dying, he’s a monster. He’s evil. He’s psychotic. EMA are psychotic. Their devils. Not a single member of the Corp aside from the 104th would actually give a shit either. What Reiner, Bertolt, and Annie have done in their eyes is irredeemable. No amount of …

… crying or begging changes that for them. The Scouting Legion has lost countless men to these three. They ran out of tears to shed and sympathy to hand out long ago. To expect EMA, especially Eren to actually give a fuck? Get real. He lost his mother. He lost his friends. He’s lost his squadron. He has no reason to care for them anymore. Sorry, but none of you get to condescendingly ask others if they’ve even read the manga when all of you have been shown to have little to no reading …

… comprehension yourselves. From Erwin, Hange, and Levi, to Eren, Mikasa, and Armin— None of them care about the well-being of Reiner, Bertolt, and Annie. Enemies are enemies. Simple as that. 


I agree with a bunch of what you say anon, except that Eren, Mikasa and Armin (and to add by me personally, the rest of the 104th) don’t care about Reiner, Annie and Bertholdt. More specifically, there is no hate directed towards Bertholdt in chapter 84, they just care about Armin more.

I’ve said that I think this is instinctual. What I mean by that is that at this point Eren, Mikasa and the others have accepted that the Titan Trio are their enemies and in this moment, this is coming through in their knee-jerk, instinctual reaction to Armin’s survival.

(This infamous panel in chapter 84 simply shows they care about Armin more - though I also see it as a general reaction to the scene. There is no reaction towards Bert here and this makes sense. This has been part of their character development, which I will go into now.)

Jean, Sasha and Connie did react to having to kill Reiner. Armin even offered an additional chance to negotiate to Bertholdt, and those things happened when all the group was relatively clear-headed. They had not just seen one of their friends die along with their enemy, they were just facing that enemy, with no other lives on the line there for comparison.

(Chapter 77)

(Chapter 78)

I actually want to point out that Eren and Mikasa actually were different in their reactions when facing Bertholdt and Reiner. When they had to face Reiner and Bertholdt, they didn’t cry like Jean, Sasha and Connie did. They carried out their mission and the order they were given and they succeeded while putting their personal feelings for them aside. At this point, they have accepted they’re enemies.

For Eren there’s this panel from chapter 70 and the moment in chapter 82:

(He grew to understand he has to defeat them, but he’s doing it out of duty at this point, not revenge.)

(…and he has no hesitation in doing so in chapter 82. This is a character development point.)

For Mikasa, it’s making up for her failures.

(Chapter 43)

(Chapter 48)

(Chapter 82)

Unlike, Jean, Armin, Sasha and Connie, they fully acknowledged Reiner and Bertholdt, but also Annie as enemies. This is part of their character development. It doesn’t mean they no longer care (we see they DO care/DID care), it means they prioritize their team and people on their side more. Seems there was a “downside” to all of this character development, huh. They now prioritize everyone they care about to the point where it probably would be much harder to let go of them when needed - such as Eren’s and Mikasa’s inability to let Armin go. There is a difference between an enemy and a friend and there is a difference of priority coming from that, too. This is what I think those panels of the 104th caring about Armin more and them defending Armin  were meant to say. 

Seems this little plan of Levi’s and Erwin’s to surround Eren with his friends just might’ve backfired a little bit:

(Chapter 51)

So, the ability to let go of friends is made into a character development point. They’ve acknowledged their enemy. They are ready as a team, but they have yet to learn to let their friends go for the sake of humanity, while Levi and Hange have done this many times. This is my current read on things. This is also such a depressing character arc for all of them, if I’m right, but it’s part of them being in the Survey Corps, since the death count for them is so high. They have grown in many ways, but in the end, they’re still just fresh recruits. Just like Armin isn’t a perfect leader after his moment in Trost, Eren and Mikasa aren’t “perfect” soldiers. It wouldn’t make sense.

As for the reading comprehension part, this varies from person to person. Everyone catches on themes differently, reads framing and dialog differently, and in general there are many ways to interpret things and I think people just say what seems legitimate or right to them personally. I look at what the authorial intention here seems to be (I prefer looking at what exactly the writer might be going for in stories, personally). All of this is my personal take and following chapters could prove these things either right or wrong. 

Thank you for the ask!

Flesh to bone.

Kaneki’s fingers crawled up the inside of Hide’s thighs, body curled around the other’s, face pressed to the nape of Hide’s neck. He could tell that his gentle breathing was tickling Hide’s skin, the other shifting beneath him. The way Hide leaned back against him, the way Hide trusted him, after everything that had happened, to have someone trust him unquestioningly. At first, to hold something living and breathing within his hands, to hold someone that he’d already torn asunder, it made him shake with fear of himself.

Dust was settled upon the floor, clouds were gone from the sky, Kaneki had already been through so much, he’d had been shattered into a million pieces and had re-forge himself in the fires of his heart. He had to relive his suffering many times before he was able to find a peace within himself.

When he’d been reunited with Hide, it had taken him less than a second to embrace the other, but it had taken him far longer to get comfortable with Hide and the constant reminder of the way he’d devoured the other. The missing limb and its replacement tortured him with guilt, but as with anything you’re exposed to for a long enough period of time, Kaneki got used to it.

Lips to the back of Hide’s neck, Kaneki sighed, eyes closed as he held the other closer. He remembered the words Hide had said to him, words repeated again and again.

“There exists no man that has never committed a bad deed, just as there’s no man that has never committed a good deed,” Hide said, smiling as always as he imparted wisdom.

“What’re you thinking about so hard?” Hide asked, twisting around in Kaneki’s arms, pecking at the other’s neck and jaw line.

“You,” Kaneki smiled back, neck craning from the awkward angle to make their lips meet.

Hide laughed, light and soft, the sound made Kaneki’s stomach flutter. In his head there wasn’t a question of whether he deserved this or not, there was simply no point to running himself in circles over something that would not truly amount to anything. Instead, Kaneki set to righting his wrongs with the love his could give and share, just like the words he was whispering into Hide’s awfully soft hair.

anonymous asked:

Klaus wraps Caroline's present in smaller boxes inside one big box and she is getting really mad but doesn't know that the ring is in the smallest box. Klaus watches with a smug grin on his face.

Hello all! I hope you all had a good holiday! This is super fun to write, so I hope you enjoy! :)

Box of Surprises

Klaus groaned under his breath as he arrived back at his New Orleans compound. The courtyard was filled with Christmas trees being put up by his minions as Christmas music blasted from speakers strung up by the stairs. Marcel was setting up a table in the corner, a Santa hat perched on his head while he worked. Klaus enjoyed the holidays as much as the next Scrooge, but Caroline loved Christmas and he was powerless against her desire to celebrate the holiday to the nines every year.

In the midst of all the commotion, he noticed his blonde queen in the middle of the courtyard, dictating directions to said hybrids as she walked around, surveying the activity.

“Alex, seriously? You cannot place a red ornament on the silver tree! Did you not follow my color coordination chart?” Caroline snapped, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at the hybrid.

Klaus hung back behind her, smirking at the scene. He adored watching her in all her glory as she bossed people around.

“I-uh,” Alex sputtered, looking at a loss for words, his eyes widening as he noticed Klaus behind Caroline’s shoulder.

Caroline rolled her eyes, plucking the red ornament from his hands. “Go help Marcel with the bar area. Clearly, I have to do everything myself.”

Klaus glared at Alex, cocking his head to the side towards Marcel and pursed his lips as he watched the hybrid scurry over to the cheerful man in the corner. Perhaps he would have to teach him a lesson about listening to Caroline and her holiday demands.

The blonde climbed up the ladder of a big evergreen, the red ornament clasped in her fingers. Klaus followed behind her, steadily holding the ladder underneath her. She had excellent balance as a vampire, but he wasn’t taking any chances of her falling. He looked up the ladder, smirking at the excellent view he had of her ass.

Forty years together and one movement or smile from her had his blood racing. Watching her yell at his minions and boss them around was about just as thrilling as unwrapping her from her holiday ball gown that she would be sporting that night at the holiday party.

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Between 1940 and 1945, nearly one-hundred German cities with a total population of 25 million souls were destroyed or devastated in a bombing campaign initiated by the British government. Destruction on this scale had no other purpose than the indiscriminate mass murder of as many German people as possible quite regardless of their civilian status. It led to retaliatory bombing resulting in 60,000 British dead and 86,000 injured.

“It is one of the greatest triumphs of modern emotional engineering that, in spite of the plain facts of the case which could never be disguised or even materially distorted, the British public, throughout the Blitz Period (1940 - 1941), remained convinced that the entire responsibility for their sufferings rested on the German leaders.” –Advance to Barbarism, F.J.P Veale

“It may be Inconvenient History but England rather than Germany initiated the murderous slaughter of bombing civilians thus bringing about retaliation. Chamberlain conceded that it was ‘Absolutely contrary to International law’. "It began in 1940 and Churchill believed it held the secret of victory. He was convinced that raids of sufficient intensity could destroy Germany?s morale, and so his War Cabinet planned a campaign that abandoned the accepted practice of attacking the enemy?s armed forces and, instead made civilians the primary target. Night after night, RAF bombers in ever increasing numbers struck throughout Germany, usually at working class housing, because it was more densley packed.” –The Peoples? War, Angus Calder. London, Jonathan Cape, 1969.

“Hitler only undertook the bombing of British civilian targets reluctantly three months after the RAF had commenced bombing German civilian targets. Hitler would have been willing at any time to stop the slaughter. Hitler was genuinely anxious to reach with Britain an agreement confining the action of aircraft to battle zones. Retaliation was certain if we carried the war into Germany. There was a reasonable possibility that our capital and industrial centres would not have been attacked if we had continued to refrain from attacking those of Germany. We began to bomb objectives on the German mainland before the Germans began to bomb objectives on the British mainland. Because we were doubtful about the psychological effect of propagandist distortion of the truth that it was we who started the strategic bombing offensive, we have shrunk from giving our great decision of May,11th, 1940, the publicity it deserves.” – J.M Spaight., CB., CBE., Principle Secretary to the Air Ministry, Bombing Vindicated

“The attack on the Ruhr was therefore an informal invitation to the Luftwaffe to bomb London. The primary purpose of these raids was to goad the Germans into undertaking reprisal raids of a similar character on Britain. Such raids would arouse intense indignation in Britain against Germany and so create a war psychosis without which it would be impossible to carry on a modern war.” – The Royal Air Force, 1939 - 1945, The Fight at Odds.p.122. Dennis Richards, Her Majesty’s Stationery Office.


The eminent British war historian and strategist, Captain Sir. Basil Liddell Hart declared that through this strategy victory had been achieved “through practising the most uncivilised means of warfare that the world had known since the Mongol invasions.” The Evolution of Warfare. 1946, p.75:

“Was absolutely contrary to international law.” –Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain

“The inhabitants of Coventry (Liverpool), for example, continued to imagine that their sufferings were due to the innate villainy of Adolf Hitler without a suspicion that a decision, splendid or otherwise, of the British War Cabinet, was the decisive factor in the case.” - F.J.P Veale. Advance to Barbarism, P.169.


“I am in full agreement (of terror bombing). I am all for the bombing of working class areas in German cities. I am a Cromwellian - I believe in 'slaying in the name of the Lord!” –Sir. Archibald Sinclair, Secretary for Air.


“They (the British Air Chiefs) argued that the desired result, of reducing German industrial production, would be more readily achieved if the homes of the workers in the factories were destroyed; if the workers were kept busy arranging for the burial of their wives and children, output might reasonably be expected to fall. It was concentrated on working class houses because, as Professor Lindemann maintained, "A higher percentage of bloodshed per ton of explosives dropped could be expected from bombing houses built close together, rather than by bombing higher class houses surrounded by gardens.” –Advance to Barbarism, F.J.P Veale.


“One of the most unhealthy features of the bombing offensive was that the War Cabinet - and in particular the Secretary for Air, Archibald Sinclair (now Lord Thurso), felt it necessary to repudiate publicly the orders which they themselves had given to Bomber Command.” R.H.S Crossman, MP. Sunday Telegraph, Oct.1st,1961


During the war, more bombs by weight were dropped on the city of Berlin than were released on the whole of Great Britain during the entire war.

All German towns and cities above 50,000 population were from 50% to 80% destroyed. Dresden, an unprotected city, was incinerated with an estimated 500,000 civilian inhabitants burned and buried in the ruins. Hamburg was totally destroyed and more than 100,000 civilians died in the most appalling circumstances whilst Cologne was likewise turned into a moon-scape. As Hamburg burned the winds feeding the three mile high flames reached twice hurricane speed to exceed 150 miles per hour. Trees three feet in diameter on the outskirts of the city, were sucked from the ground by the supernatural forces of these winds and hurled miles into the city-inferno, as were vehicles, men, women… and children.

Between 1940 and 1945, nearly one-hundred German cities with a total population of 25 million souls were destroyed or devastated in a bombing campaign initiated by the British government. Destruction on this scale had no other purpose than the indiscriminate mass murder of as many German people as possible quite regardless of their civilian status. It led to retaliatory bombing resulting in 60,000 British dead and 86,000 injured.


The strafing of columns of refugees by both American and British fighter planes was par for the course: “…. it is said that these (zoo) animals and terrified groups of refugees were machine-gunned as they tried to escape across the Grosser Garten by low-flying planes and that many bodies riddled by bullets were found later in this park.” Der Tod von Dresden, Axel Rodenberger, February, 25th, 1951. In Dresden, “Even the huddled remnants of a children’s’ choir were machine-gunned in a street bordering a park.” David Irving, The Destruction of Dresden. “I think we shall live to rue the day we did this, and that it, (The bombing of Dresden) will stand for all time as a blot on our escutcheon.” Richard Stokes, M.P. “What we want to do in addition to the horrors of fire is to bring the masonry crashing down on the Boche, to kill Boche and to terrify Boche.” –'Bomber’ Butch Harris, Sunday Times, January, 10th, 1993.


“Its horror is revealed in the howling and raging of the firestorms, the hellish noise of exploding bombs and the death cries of martyred human beings as well as the big silence after the raids. Speech is impotent to portray the measure of the horror, which shook the people for ten days and nights and the traces of which were written indelibly on the face of the city and its inhabitants. No flight of imagination will ever succeed in measuring and describing the gruesome scenes of horror in the many buried air shelters. Posterity can only bow its head in honour of the fate of these innocents, sacrificed by the murderous lust of a sadistic enemy….” –The Police President of Hamburg.

“Three-hundred times as many people died in Hamburg during the ten-day blitz as died in Coventry during the entire course of the war. "Not even Hiroshima and Nagasaki, suffering the smashing blows of nuclear explosions, could match the utter hell of Hamburg.” –Martin Caidin, The Night Hamburg Died, Ballantyne Books.


“Of the children these dreadful nights, what can be said? Their fright became horror and then panic when their tiny minds became capable of grasping the fact that their parents could no longer help them in their distress. They lost their reason and an overwhelming terror took over. Their world had become the shrieking centre of an erupting volcano from which there could be no physical escape. Nothing that hell offered could be feared more.

By the hand of man they became creatures, human in form but not in mind. Strangled noises hissed from them as they staggered pitifully through the streets in which tar and asphalt ran as streams. Some of these tiny creatures ran several hundred feet. Others managed only twenty, maybe ten feet. Their shoes caught fire and then their feet. The lower parts of their legs became flickering sticks of flame. Here were Joans of Arcs…. thousands of them. All who had perished unjustly on the fires of the Middle Ages were as nothing when compared with what was happening that night.

The sounds of many were unintelligible and undoubtedly many more called for their parents from whom they were parted by death or by accident. They grasped their tortured limbs, their tiny burning legs until they were no longer able to stand or run. And then they would crash to the ground where they would writhe in the bubbling tar until death released them from their physical misery.” –Martin Caidin.


“The long suppressed story of the worst massacre in the history of the world. The devastation of Dresden in February, 1945, was one of those crimes against humanity whose authors would have been arraigned at Nuremberg if that court had not been perverted.” –Rt. Hon. Richard.H.S Crossman, M.P., Labour Government Minister


“Men, women and children too, ran hysterically, falling and stumbling, getting up, tripping and falling again, rolling over and over. Most of them managed to regain their feet and made it to the water. But many of them never made it and were left behind, their feet drumming in blinding pain on the overheated pavements amidst the rubble, until there came one last convulsing shudder from the smoking 'thing’ on the ground, and then no further movement.” –Martin Caidin, The Night Hamburg Died.

“Phosphorous burns were not infrequent.” –U.S Strategic Bombing Survey

“Phosphorous was used 'because of its demonstrated ability to depress the morale of the Germans’.” –Official British source

“Even the senseless and highly culture-destroying terror acts, against for example, Lubeck and Dresden, carried out by the Allied pilots, should have been investigated and brought before a proper court of justice.” –Major General H. Bratt, Royal Swedish Army

“A nation which spreads over another a sheet of inevitably deadly gases or eradicates entire cities from the earth by the explosion of atomic bombs, does not have the right to judge anyone for war crimes; it has already committed the greatest atrocity equal to no other atrocity; it has killed - amidst unspeakable torments - hundreds of thousands of innocent people.” –Hon. Lydio Machado Bandeira de Mello, Professor of Criminal Law; author of more than 40 works on law/philosophy

“As for crimes against humanity, those governments which ordered the destruction of German cities, thereby destroying irreplaceable cultural values and making burning torches out of women and children, should also have stood before the bar of justice.” –Hon Jaan Lattik. Estonian statesman, diplomat and historian.

“Must be about to rain, because my umbrella hand feels like Pinhead’s face looks.”

5 Insane Myths Your Grandma Told You (Science Says Are True)

#4. Old People Can in Fact Predict the Weather

You’ve probably heard an old person say they know it’s going to rain because they “feel it in their bones.” You probably also dismissed that codger because you know that old people don’t have some kind of magical divining rod lodged in their skeleton… Science has discovered that old people really do have magic weather-predicting powers. And by that we mean arthritis. When a storm begins to form, it’s preceded by a drop in air pressure. The leading theory about how elderly people are able to detect this drop in pressure is that it wreaks all kinds of havoc on the fluid in their joints, making their already tortured limbs swell up and throb like the dickens.

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One of my favorite aspects of Kuvira’s character is that she’s not cruel.

She’s tough and rigid, yes, but she does not have a sadistic side to her. And the less that she’s painted as “Evulz” throughout this book, the happier I’ll be.

Perhaps the most defining moment of this is when the woman begins protesting and she gags her with a strip of metal; it’s a tense and horrific moment as she forcibly silences a helpless victim…but the moment she chides her with “Don’t talk over me,” she drops the gag. The point is made and the lesson is done, and now she’s going to move on.

Her subjugation of the bandits is done crisply, efficiently, and sparingly: there are no broken limbs, no deaths, no torture. She could have stabbed them all with shards of metal, but she takes them captive and has them ready to go almost immediately.

We actually have yet to see where her evil side will come into play, or why Opal dislikes her so much. And I’m just a little anxious to see how that will happen…

princessparadoxical  asked:

re: animorphs "#jfc I thought it would have been a silly happy series" it very much was not, children commit mass genocide and develop post-traumatic stress disorder, someone gets brutally devoured by like page 15, someone tries to kill themselves in the first book, a girl beats someone to death with her own severed limb, there's hideous mental torture and the leader of the good guys has to sacrifice his family, it's an actual nightmarish series oh my god

omg hannah i cant believe this, and they let children read this! (good, because children love to be scared eg: me as a kid) omg i was missing out so much…

anonymous asked:

adoribull sunday prompt! aquinea finally meets bull after dorian's rescue.

Dorian opens his eyes.

It takes him a while, his vision blurry with exhaustion and head light because of how weak his body is, but slowly he begins to recognize the shapes, the colors, the smells. He’s lying in his own bed, in his own manor – no, his family’s manor, he corrects himself – and Bull – Bull is at his side, holding his hand, thumb stroking his skin.

It feels odd, to say the least. Slowly, bits and pieces start coming back to him. The last words he said to Bull before he tore off the connection on the communication crystal, the ambush, the kidnap, and lastly the rescue mission. Bull is in Tevinter, he tells himself yet again, in the home where he grew up in nevertheless – there are probably slaves outside, promptly waiting to be called upon as they always have, which he knows is most likely making his lover’s skin crawl – and Bull is with him in his room. Bull.

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