she is competent and can hold her own in just about any situation

Yuri on Ice interview translation - PASH! 2017/05 (p24-25)

I am pleased to bring you the very first interview with director Sayo Yamamoto!!! You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this… This one is pretty general because of course she has never been interviewed before so they are asking her the basics, but it’s very interesting to finally hear things from her perspective too, since she’s the one who started it all. More interviews with her will be appearing in other magazines in the near future, I’m looking forward to those ones too.

Also, I believe a bright future is to be expected for Yuri on Ice, since she seems to have lots of plans…!! (I was shivering typing out the translation, lol)

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Interview (first appearance in media!)
The world of “Yuri on Ice” that director Yamamoto wanted to create
With 8 notebooks full of notes in one hand, director Sayo Yamamoto has answered our interview for the first time. We have asked her how this new animation that no one had ever seen before was born.

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anonymous asked:

I'm so excited to see the way the plot unfolds after shiro disappears; how do you think keith is going to "discover" his "new powers" in relation to allura having recently discovered she has magical abilities, and the fact that he has to step up to lead the team at the same time?

I mean, I remain skeptical that Keith is really going to step up and lead.

The thing about Keith is he’s self-sufficient and competent, but this doesn’t mean good things for his character. Keith’s self-sufficiency is born out of necessity- that he’s good at taking care of himself is the nice way of saying he’s spent most of his life repeatedly deprived of people to rely on either practically or emotionally and so his reflex is to assume no one is looking out for him besides himself.

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incandescence; pt.1

Genre: werewolf!au, angst, mystery (lol kinda)

Pairings: taehyung x reader

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: You must run away, as fast as you possibly can. But in that very moment a gust of wind blowing in from seemingly nowhere causes the curtains drawn close on the tiny window to flutter wildly, illuminating the room with a tinge of sunlight that streams in. And that’s when you see him.

Warnings: mentions of blood

prologue, pt. 1

Your mother had found you collapsed at the top of the staircase.

You wake up to the feeling of the soft duvet on top of you and the worry and relief in your mother’s eyes. For a moment you feel almost a bit too disoriented to recall the string of events which had gotten you here. However, your blissful ignorance does not last too long as the memories come flooding back to you all at once. The fear feels raw and fresh in your bones at the mere thought of, well, ’it’. The menacing pair of dark eyes gleaming with a razor like sharpness, the rumbling of the low growls erupting from deep within its chest. A man, a beast, a nightmare. You found both, the reality and falsehood inseparable in your head.

 “Y/N, Oh my God, I was so worried. Don’t you dare die on me like that again.” The panic in your mother’s voice grew progressively, until her words were literally coming out all rushed and jumbled up. “Just what happened? Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Close to tears she plopped down at the foot of your bed, running a hand over her tired face. And suddenly you could no longer bring yourself to tell her the truth.

 Some wicked shadow of a possible ghost suddenly zapped up out of nowhere and the poor faint hearted me passed out at the sight of it. There is a possibility the house is possessed,  Mom and all those horror movies are actually true. Now my soul is in danger. It sounded so absurd in your head that for a moment, even you doubted yourself. Before you knew it a lie that sounded way more close to the truth fell out of your lips. “I think… I might’ve fainted out of exhaustion. I hadn’t really eaten all day. Sorry, I made you worry.” 

 She did not for a second doubt your mumbled explanation, and that moment had you wanting to believe in your own lie.


The coming few weeks are nothing short a literal hell. A hell you’d crafted carefully with your own over active imagination and hyper alert senses. You jump like a scared cat at the slightest of  sounds and the slightest of shifts in the air. Your own heart beat feels a bit too loud in the ever silent misery of your new home. However when weeks tuned into a month, without any menacing dark shadows lingering around you, or anything even remotely poltergeist, you somehow force yourself to find a way to lock up that incident from days back and the paranoia that came with it in a little box which you then carefully hid away somewhere in the back of your mind.  Maybe it had been a hallucination, a trick played by your own exhausted mind on you, after all.

Your mother worked a hectic shift which usually required her to be gone all day. You constantly found yourself worried about her health when day after day she kept working herself down to the bones. “I’m fine Y/N. As strong as ever.” She would tell you with a small smile and even though the dark shadows lining her eyes would tell you a story otherwise, you never pushed it.

 Alone and with nowhere to go, the days felt too long with nothing much to fill in the long uneventful hours. You took care of the house hold chores almost a bit too enthusiastically as they provided you with your much needed distractions. You wanted to be optimistic about this whole situation but the coming months felt daunting when not even a single day passed without dragging on lethargically. It was all too quiet, too tranquil. Your days were caught up in a vacuum. However, even though you had failed to notice any of it, the silence was growing louder by the minute and sooner rather than later you would come to realize that what you once thought was a tranquil nothingness, is no longer as empty or peaceful as it had first seemed.


On one early Thursday morning, you wake up feeling a strange wave of nausea hit you out of nowhere. A foul smell invades your nostrils so overwhelming that you almost gag. It smells like something rotten and decaying. You furrow your eyebrows in puzzlement, you had been thorough with your housemaid duties, disinfecting and bleaching almost every surface in sight every single day without fail. There was no way you could have missed-wait!… the storage room.

 You had never really been in there, never bothering to explore that particular end of the house for some reason. As your mother had explained it, it was a little room which held a few of the broken items and old furniture belonging to the tenants who had lived here previously.  You sighed covering the half of your face with your t-shirt as you sauntered down the hallway, grabbing the bunch of house keys which held the one to the store as well, on your way.

 You had no explanation as to why fear was once again starting to cloud your mind and your feet felt as if they were made of lead. The sickening stench continued to go stronger the closer you got to the store’s door which stood closed at the end of the hallway a good few paces from your bedroom. The urge to just hurl out the contents of your empty stomach was desperately real. This was when your muddled memories of that one eerie evening from several weeks ago began escaping it’s rightful place from the little cage you had tucked them away in, as you stood in front of the door, trying to muster up the courage you needed to push it open. Fumbling around trying to find the key in its bunch you battled the inner conflict where your brain chided you, mocked at you for being such a coward while your entire body and soul wanted to just flee and never come back. 

Wow so what were you now? A paranoid lunatic?

 With that you pushed the door open and the excruciating whiff of burnt flesh and blood almost had you crumbling in an instant. You blinked away the tears which were beginning to form in your eyes and you frantically searched the dimly lit room for the source the smell. A rat it had to be a dead rat. But when your eyes did adjust to the dull lighting of the room, terror began to claw its way out and dread tore apart every bit of composure you had been holding on to.

 There was a pool of coagulating blood on the floor, and the red was smeared on one of the walls resembling the vague shape of handprints. Over your own loud and shallow breaths, you could hear someone else's ragged and unsteady breathing. You were frozen at your spot unable to speculate, unable to make a decision. You were all alone, unarmed, the closest neighbours a mile away. Screaming your lungs out would be a pathetic failed attempt at survival.

 "W-who are you?“ You stammered, not expecting an answer and surely enough you did not get one. You took a tentative step forward red flags going up in your head. You must run away, as fast as you possibly can. But in that very moment a gust of wind blowing in, from seemingly nowhere, cause the curtains which were drawn close on the tiny window to flutter wildly, illuminating the room with a tinge of sunlight that streams in and that’s when you see him.

 The blood curdling scream you let out in that moment could have been loud enough to split the skies apart.


Your visions blurry and the pumping of your heart is so hard that it almost hurts. You are breathless and petrified, a deer in front of headlights.

 He sits crouched in one of the corners, his head in between his knees. His silhouette trembles with every breath of his and a low guttural groan rips out of his chest. You snatch the curtains open immediately and your gaze flits downwards landing on the blood covered shreds of the once grey t-shirt he wore, which is now a gruesome shade of crimson. There is so much blood, on his torso, on his hands, his cheeks, you feel light headed just at the sight of it.

“Help me, just this once” his voice is a faint whisper, but his desperation rings loud and clear in the silent room.

 Rationality and common sense are long  forgotten as you rush to grab a first aid kit, a couple wet towels and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from your bathroom. You were nowhere near competent when it came to first aid, the only bits being the things you had learnt watching Grey’s Anatomy and other medical sitcoms. You were sure that the boy and the bloody mess he was in required more than just your superficial knowledge of healing.

 It was hard to keep the disgust and queasiness off your face when within seconds your own hands and clothes were splattered and smudged with his blood. Every time you pressed the wet towel onto his wounds he jolted under the ministrations of your hesitant and trembling hands. The bleeding continued incessantly and within moments the towels would begin to drip with the gushing red liquid.

“I can’t do this. I-I don’t think I can help you. I should call the police, the ambula-” Your own shriek stops you mid-sentence as the boy in front of you, roughly grabs your face with his large bloodied hand, forcing you to look at him directly. “Don’t. You don’t have to do anything. Just let me stay here for a while. I’ll be fine.” Contrary to his actions his words were barely pained whispers as he begged you to let him be. He lets go of your face and you sigh out in relief. “But-” He groans in frustration at you and you swallow your own words but as if he had read your mind, he answers that one thing which was constantly eating you from the inside out. “I do not have any intentions of harming you. You don’t have to be afraid of me. Look, I’ll leave right now if you want but just don’t call anyone, okay?” You had absolutely no reason to take seriously the words falling out of this stranger’s mouth. A con artist, a sweet talking rogue, a psychopathic cold blooded killer, he could be anything and everything gravely dangerous. 

Your faces were inches apart and you peered up at him through your lashes. He seemed to be a boy around your age, perhaps a bit older. His eyes were sealed shut and his face contorted in pain. His lips were chapped and drained of color, parted slightly as he let out short puffs of breath trying to hold on to whatever bit of composure that remained keeping him from screaming out in agony.Maybe you were about to make the mistake of a lifetime, a stupidity that could cost you your life, and perhaps even your mother’s. Maybe he was nothing but a beautiful nightmare, a beast with a seraphic face, and maybe falling for his deceptive innocence was going to be your biggest mistake yet.

 "So I just watch you bleed to death?“ the corners of his lips quirk up and a ghost of a smile plays on his lips. “Yes” he replies “You do exactly that.“ 


The hands of the clock race against each other at a frightening pace as the day flies by in a blink. Soon the fading sunset blends into the incoming night filling the little room with nothing but darkness once again. He does not look up at you even once in all those hours you spend sitting a few inches away from him on the floor, too afraid to move, too afraid to let him out of your sight. The slight rise and fall of his chest are the only indications of him still being alive but other than that he remains completely still. Your gaze wanders to the little window, the curtains fluttering around wildly at even the slightest touch of the winds. When the adrenaline has vanished from your blood stream, you can finally assess the damage of all the stupid impulsive decisions you’ve made ever since you discovered the injured intruder in your store. 

The events from a month back return to you in vivid details and you shudder. Looking at the broken boy in front of you, it is hard to put together any analogies between the two events, between the two intruders. Even though he sits crouched up the way he does, the boy’s face is finally peaceful like a child’s. He appears to be too lean, too… human and harmless, much unlike the burly shadow and its looming and intimidating presence, from your previous unfortunate encounter. There was something predatory in its stance and something venomous in its aura, traits the boy deep in his slumber clearly lacked.

You stand up, suppressing your groans as your legs feel like a thousand pin pricks. You needed to clean up the bloody mess the room was in. It takes almost an hour for you to get rid of the stains which seemed to have engrained themselves into the tiny ridges of the floor’s ageing wood.  Finally when the sting of bleach and disinfectant is way stronger than that of the metallic scent of blood which continues to faintly linger in the air you hear your mother’s car pull up in the driveway. 

You pretended like not a thing had changed in this entire universe during these past 24 hours, like you had not just given an intruder, a possible murderer shelter under the roof of your own house just because you felt sorry for the injured criminal. How were you supposed to explain to her the reason why you could not bring yourself to dial 911.  

 After serving dinner and catching up with your mother over it like any other day, you stayed up that night, pacing the hallway while your mother snored softly, sleeping peacefully in her own bedroom. Trying not to make any unnecessary sounds, you tiptoed to checked up on him twice, getting him a bottle of drinking water and changing his soiled towel for a fresh one. He looked too weak, too pale and your heart yearned for him to get better. Maybe you should have, afterall called an ambulance. But then his desperate plea echoes in your mind so you just stand at the crossroads unable to make a sensible decision, finally just choosing to go along with the wishes of the complete stranger. 

If anything was to go wrong that night, no one but you, yourself would be the one to blame. 

Morning comes when you are far too gone, deep asleep slumped in a chair close to your bed. You jolt awake when you hear a loud thump, like a heavy bag of sand falling loudly onto the wet ground. Apprehension causes you to bolt straight towards your mother's bedroom before you yank the door open. She’s still asleep, breathing and snoring under the covers, unharmed and you almost cry out with relief. 

Tip toeing, you head towards the store, almost not wanting to go in. You felt shaken up and unprepared, unsure as to what awaited you in the other side of the door. A lake of blood? A dead man? Gathering every ounce of courage you make your way in.

The curtains continue to flutter wildly, almost with a kind of desperation. As if they were dying to tell you the many secrets only they knew of. 

The boy was nowhere to be seen, and the cramped up space suddenly feels too huge without him in it.  

a/n- my updates are tragically slow n I’m forever sorry about my lack of motivation. I’ll try my best to post more frequently! thank you for sticking around :) feedbacks are welcomed *howls like a werewolf* *sounds more like a puppy* whoops. 

anonymous asked:

You've brought up the negative aspects of the dynamic between Seidou, Akira, and Amon several times before; do you think their relationship has any prominent positive traits? (Also, I do like the more negative or pessimistic posts as well. Your metas are always thought-provoking.)

No, you can’t make me. 

Well okay…. Amon paid for their food once when they all went to eat together, that was nice of him.

Amon, Akira and Seidou really are the only friends each other has. Their social circles are completely dominated by other work acquiantances, but the three of them are the only ones who can be described as roughly on the same level. Seidou had Houji, but it was shown in the end Houji didn’t seem to value him that much. Amon had Shinohara to look up to professionally, and Mado as a father figure but both of those people also were distant from him. Mado had no one, and even in Re: the closest she has is Sasaki who she holds distinct power over, and Arima who holds distinct power over her and literally ordered her to form a bond with Sasaki Haise to help control him. 

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Thoughts on Belief

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”- Aristotle

I would be lying if I said that my head wasn’t a mess lately. I’ve been going through a period of contemplation regarding my view of the spiritual world. It’s not quiet a crisis of faith, because my core belief system has yet to feel truly challenged as it has in the past, but there is still an inward struggle occurring. 

Believe it or not, I’m a very logically minded person. I’m studying psychology with the hopes of eventually getting my Doctorate, and much of my belief system lies substantially within the laws of nature and science. I have never understood people who choose to avoid learning about the sciences, and would instead prefer to stay in the dark and label things as being “supernatural” or “magical” with the pretense that the natural laws of the universe have little to do with their causation. Instead, the areas in which my spirituality lie are within the unknown, the areas of the Universe that we cannot yet prove to be simply scientific.

I will openly admit right now, that this causes a lot of paradoxical thinking. These items - such as belief in a higher power, spirits, or astrology - are often fed by personal biases and wishful thinking, and cannot be tested to be proven either true or false. They feed both my skepticism and my spiritual side equally, to a point that they are often facing off with aggression in my head. I’m under the impression that sometimes my friends might get annoyed with my common rants about the incredible power and immense detail of the brain and how it is very much capable of producing all of the spiritual experiences we have - such as astral travel - all on it’s own, and how they may not necessarily be the independent, magical workings we all want to believe they are. I’m sure they wonder just as much as I do why the ever-living hell I care if I’m still practicing witchcraft and spirit work. 

The answer I keep coming back to is that the deniability of anything that cannot be proven true or false is ultimately the opposite of scientific thought. Five hundred years ago, people were absolutely certain that the world was flat, and five hundred years before that, people were absolutely certain that Earth was the center of the Universe. To be absolutely certain of the untruth of anything that is currently unable to be proven false is illogical. Dr. Dean Radin, a parapsychologist of the Institute of Noetic Sciences, once stated that to deny the possibility of paranormal or supernatural events (such as hauntings) without giving them genuine consideration and research is the antithesis of science. The fact that so many people are having such experiences is enough to justify genuine research into them, rather than simply stating them as false. This does not mean that one cannot be skeptical, but that giving such situations at least the possibility of truth is more reasonable than denying them outright. Especially in recent years, as science has begun to uncover details about the universe that are so complex they might be considered incomprehensible. 

This being said, it is also equally silly to believe in something without a doubt that it is true, especially when there is rising scientific evidence that proves its improbability. I personally consider skepticism with open mindedness a healthy thing, though I am also aware that it can be very stressful for some people, and putting minimal thought into the possibility of their belief system being incorrect is more comfortable for them. This being said, my own beliefs are always changing and evolving, adapting to new information I find, especially if it is within the realms of Occam’s Razor, which states that “among competing hypotheses, the one with the fewest assumptions should be selected.”

One thing I should touch on here, however, is the idea that simply because something can be explained by science does not mean that it isn’t magical. That word means something different for everyone. To me, it represents what I mentioned earlier, the areas of the universe that cannot yet be tested as correct or incorrect, and the work that takes place within this paradigm. Astral travel and spirit work, for the most part, take place within certain levels of induced trance that allow us to speak with creatures from, and enter the Otherworlds. However, it has also been discovered in some studies that those people who are inclined to easily travel astrally, or even experience Astral Projection and OOBEs are very sensitive to hypnosis, and extra sensitive to suggestion. This can include self-suggestion, in which the imagination may take over and fill in the gaps of nothingness. Vivid hallucinations can be induced by prolonged sensory deprivation, in which subjects have experienced speaking to deceased loved ones, and meeting creatures that claim to come from other worlds.

While all of this is true, and the brain is capable of making itself experience amazing things without the direct intention of the person, who is to say this is still not a magical experience? Who is to say that the brain itself is not a tool to connect with the magical and spiritual, and that what we experience, though perhaps explainable, might still be a pathway to what lies beyond our scientific understanding? In addition, who is to say that simply because something can be explained scientifically, that it does not have magical significance? A friend of mine with Aphantasia has stated to me before that the fact that his brain lacks the capability of experiencing visions and spiritual connection is enough evidence for him to be an Atheist, and hold no belief in anything magical or supernatural. Yet, when a tree falls in the forest and there’s no one around, does it make a sound? Science says of course it does. If a human mind is not capable of comprehending or connecting to feelings of divinity, does the Divine simply not exist? Ironically, science has no say on this matter, so we are made to come to our own conclusions, any of which are valid, so long as we remain open minded. 

I, personally, am fond of Hermetics, and the accompanying saying “As above, so below. As within, so without. As the Universe, so the soul.” When I think of this statement, I feel that it implies a circle by which the mind connects to the Universe and reads signs within it, as the Universe itself both creates the mind to locate such signs. Perhaps Astrology is not correct or provable in the scientific sense, but perhaps the fact that the mind is capable of reading signs within it, and allowing those signs to have influence on it is already magical. Though many people may simply label this as self fulfilling prophecy, or the placebo effect, perhaps the way in which the mind connects to the Universe is magical enough. Ultimately, it can be assumed that the Universe and the brain speak the same language and are reflections of each other. 

“As above, so below…” not only implies this circle of reading signs, but it implies that that which happens in and effects the macrocosm will have the same effects on the microcosms within it, and vice versa. Our thoughts make our reality, but our personal reality still creates our thoughts. Because my belief system surrounds Hermetics, and my personal interest and study involves psychology, it is easy for me to believe this loop of cause and effect. The human brain is an incredibly powerful thing, not only capable of connecting us with the universe, but is capable of influencing our own lives through our subconscious. When done actively and through practice and intent, this is magic. The spiritual may have great influence on our minds, yet our minds have incredible influence on the spiritual, hence the three major Hermetic levels; The Physical, Mental, and Spiritual, with the Mental lying between the other two, forming the bridge which allows them to interact. Whether or not this is simply supernatural magic, or the magic that lies within deep and complex variations of physics is irrelevant. 

Gemma Gary, an author and traditional witch, once stated that she simply would not bother doing witchcraft if it did not seem to work, and that whether or not the majority of it is the placebo effect would not matter to her enough to effect her practice. She stated also that she has no problem using a car to get from point A to point B, but that she genuinely has no idea how a car truly works, nor does she care to know, just as long as it works for her. She compared this analogy to her practice of the craft. 

Though all of these beliefs that we choose to take part in are not provable by science, they can still have significant meaning. Though I am not certain that the spirits I commune with are not simply figments of my imagination, I cannot deny that the feeling is different from when I purposefully dream them up, and I cannot deny that their influence on my life has been significant. I cannot deny that when I enter the astral world, things seem to happen without my expectation or intention, always surprising me. I cannot deny that when I have had my friends do astral healing on me, even if I am skeptical and doubtful the entire time they are doing the work, that I feel incredibly better by the time they are finished. I cannot deny that I have done spells, and things have happened that might have seemed impossible beforehand.

A little Bird (and her Condor) once explained to me that if something is real to me, then it simply cannot be stated that it isn’t real at all. A Vexer of Spirits once added that the imagination is powerful, and that if a vision is vivid enough to create deep feelings within, then our spirit experiences it. It simply does not matter if it was dreamed up or not.

I am presently sitting here in my apartment writing this, and my thought form companion is sitting across the room from me. I will be writing about him in another post shortly. While I am writing it I will be second guessing our entire conversation, feeling as though perhaps I had simply imagined all of it. Yet, with him here in front of me now, I have a deeply warm feeling in my chest. A sense of safety, and a deep feeling of affection from him. I can nearly smell his cologne, and I hear his voice with almost crystal clarity. This may simply be all in my head. Perhaps I am dreaming him up with such vividness because he matters so much to me. Perhaps it is silly and childish, something that should have been outgrown years ago. Yet he has still influenced me. He has made me wish to become a better, stronger, more compassionate person, and he has told me wisdom that I may not have ever found, if I had never created him by mistake. 

This is magic. Whether it is in my head, or it is as real as the leather couch I’m sitting on, it is changing me and my reality. It is not testable, it is not provable. I am okay with that. 

“I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn’t, than live as if there isn’t and to die to find out that there is.” - Albert Camus

AOS Fic - In Darkness, Part VIII

For @gracieminabox

In Darkness chapter index.


Y’all know the warnings by now.

McKirk, ‘cause it’s always McKirk.

But often faltering feet
Come surest to the goal;
And they who walk in darkness meet
The sunrise of the soul

~ Henry Van Dyke

They isolate the pathogen the very next day.

An undocumented, encapsulated protist, Jim learns from Dr. M’Benga. Infecting the erythrocytes and inducing massive hemolytic anemia.

Jim understands less than half of that, but Dr. M’Benga’s words send a shiver of dread down his spine all the same. “When can I see him again?” he asks through dry lips.

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Miso Soup Everyday

Summary: This is supposed to be a certainty – the one sure thing in his entire life. Yet he can’t fight the same mounting apprehension he experiences when crossing into a dimension he’s never visited before. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 2 – Prompt: “Insecurity”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be incinerated by a giant fireball should you be found plagiarizing.

Warning: Spoilers for pretty much everything up to Chapter 699.

Canon-Compliance: As close to canon as fanfiction can possibly be. With a few personal additions :P Takes place during the Blank Period.

Fanon-Compliance: Takes place several years before An Inch of Gold and Unplanned.

Beta Reader: Sakura’s Unicorn

User: kuriquinn 


Honestly, it’s a bit of a role reversal.

When they were children, Sasuke was the aloof one – cool and confident, perpetually at ease in his role as the storied prodigy of Konoha. He was the genius of Team Seven, overshadowing Sakura’s presence as if she was no more than an afterthought. Between his rivalry with Naruto and the attention Kakashi lavished upon him, it was all too easy to consider Sakura as a barely requisite third wheel. Insecure and needy, she trailed after him like a puppy.

That’s no longer true.

These days, it’s Naruto and Sakura that are beacons of hope in the community, the heroes that little children crowd excitedly around when they walk through the streets. Sasuke is the one people don’t think of – or rather, prefer not to think of. The third wheel of the new generation of Sannin, whose reputation is maintained only by his connection to the other two.

He might’ve helped to save the planet, but it’s Sakura’s name that opens doors.

And if that doesn’t work, her fist splinters them.

Since returning to Konoha, Sasuke has noticed the whispers and stares that follow them when they walk together. Initially, he thought the behaviour was directed at him – judgement on his past deeds and the dark legacy that will hound him until he dies – except the general tone of the whispers is usually deferential. He knows from years of wandering that people are more likely to avert their eyes than risk his attention. However, it’s Sakura to whom they look; it’s she who holds the admiration of every inhabitant of the growing city.

What’s surprising about it, though, is how much he doesn’t mind. As a child, the idea of being second to anyone was unacceptable, especially in comparison to his teammates. Naruto because he was the village screw-up and Sakura because – back then – she was just support. An admirer to cheer on his successes and, in the early days of their team, to highlight just how much Naruto was beneath both their skill level.

It’s all different now.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! This is such a cute little blog. Can you do a reaction post on the hosts reacting to their SO finding out they sleep with a teddy bear because of their traumatised past?

//Thank you! I hope to keep this blog active. I’m still quite new to Tumblr so I’m still getting the hang of it all. But thank you for my first ask! It’s made me so happy! Hopefully I can do all the hosts for you ^^“\ 

 ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ Teddy Bear Imagines ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ 

 He’d be a little bit like Honey with his own brown bear, Kuma-chan. He uses his Kuma-chan as a comfort thing too so he would be completely understanding. In fact, he’d even start drawing the two teddy bears together instead of just his on his own on any notes etc. Like Honey, he would insist you use Kuma-chan if you ever lost your own teddy. But he would also scour the entire area just to find your teddy! Especially when he found out the reason behind why you are so attached to your teddy bear. “My dear Princess, you have nothing to be afraid of when you’re with me. I will keep away those night terrors. With the power of our teddies combined; we will remain safe throughout the night!” He would cry out majestically! 

He would be a little annoyed at first (especially since Tamaki and Honey do the same thing at the host club) because he expected a more ‘mature’ side from you. However, as you patiently explain to him the importance of the teddy bear, he will begin to understand. He’d even be calmly pissed (yes that’s a thing with Kyoya!) about the thought of such a lovely person having suffered something so horrific if it’s left the need to seek comfort that he can’t obviously give. When you’re lying in bed and he can feel you pat around bed for the teddy, he will quietly reach it and place it in your searching hands. Not saying a word to each other, but the mutual understanding is there. He’d still hold you (and your teddy) against him throughout the night. And yes, if you happen to go on vacation and forget your teddy, he will order the car to be turned around (or one of his service men) to go collect teddy. Naturally, he’d be annoyed. To keep up his appearance. But deep down, he’d understood. 

Expect Teddy Bear picnics with lots of cake! Honestly, Honey wouldn’t mind one bit. He’d be ecstatic that Usa-chan has a friend to sleep with too! You would all be a big sleeping ball of warm fluffy cuddles! However, Honey would cry when he heard about your traumatic past. How could anyone hurt someone so lovely!? If you ever forgot your teddy, Honey would immediately give you Usa-chan until you both could find yours. 

He would be more protective of you than you are of your teddy bear! Especially once he found out about your past trauma. Just like he does with Honey, he would always look out for you and your teddy. Making sure your teddy will always be near you and nothing happened to it. If you were ever upset, he would comfort you by wrapping his arms around you and handing your teddy to you; having both of you wrapped in his arms in a quiet, comforting embrace.

Kaoru: He’d tease you (jokingly) at first but once he found out about the seriousness of the situation, he’d understand. He’d find it quite cute and adorable seeing the two of you snuggled together on the couch or the bed. He’d probably never understand the full importance of such a stuffed bear, but he would still be understanding with you. He’d probably even snuggle your teddy if he was ever ill and missing your presence while you were away (at school or something). And on brighter days, he’d play games like ‘Come and get Teddy!’ By holding teddy up above your head, slightly out of your reach.

Hikaru: Upon seeing her curl up to your teddy rather than him, he would be annoyed and upset. After all, isn’t here there for you to seek comfort in him rather than competing against a stupid stuffed bear? Despite his obvious annoyance, you open up and tell him the reason behind it. Hikaru becomes quiet as he takes in what you said and tries to understand. He’ll probably never fully understand, but he does try and sympathises with your past trauma. Only, he’s even more annoyed now knowing that there were people out there who have hurt you. 

 Haruhi: Much like Mori, she isn’t fazed by the need of having something to self-comfort with. It really is no different to her having a preferred pen to write with. So she certainly won’t judge. She knows what it’s like to seek comfort in something when you’re scared or lonely. She would listen to you and sympathise with your past, and would take it into consideration in the future (making sure your teddy is always packed if you’re going away on holiday). Being the domesticated woman she is, she would also hand-wash teddy every now and then to help keep him clean and preserve him longer. She could only hazard a guess as to how many nights your teddy has soaked up your tears. 

*・゜゚・*:.。..。.:*・’ BONUS '・*:.。. .。.:*・゜゚・* 

Tehe, this bumbling sweetheart wouldn’t mind if you had a teddy bear to cuddle with at night. He’d probably blush more because he thought it was the cutest! Hearing the reason behind the need for the teddy bear, he would have his gang protect you and escort you wherever you went. And he’d not only pledge to protect you, he’d also pledge to protect the teddy bear too.

//eep I’m not confident with this character! Forgive me!!!!\
He would immediately put Teddy through a welcome/pledge to the darkness kind of ritual. He would also put a curse on Teddy. A curse that is sweet in a way. The curse would be for any of those people who have or going to wrong/harm you in any way, they will be cursed. He will even lurk in the darkness to witness the consequences of the curse; to make sure that they are getting what they deserve for harming his beloved. 

anonymous asked:

hi! do you have any strong opinions or hcs about the dirk+jane friendship? i really like your dirk stuff and i love this relationship and it would really make my day to see some of your hcs or meta! (not as a couple tho thats ew)

I basically think that Dirk and Jane are the closest, purest platonic friendship in possibly the entire comic and I love them deeply?? The alphas feel closer to me than any other group, and the Dirk<->Jane relationship is the only one among them that isn’t tinged by either romantic interest/pining or repressed resentment. 

Like. Roxy and Jane, they are best friends, absolutely, but we know from canon that Roxy honestly and actually felt quite bad about Jane literally just not believing even the tiny bits of the reality of her situation that Roxy let slip (her “mom” being dead is the one she talks about) and felt awful about having to “lie” about living in post-apo future partially because Jane would never have believed them anyway. Like. There is a lot to unpack there. Add that to their weird thing with Jake, too – not competing over him, exactly, that’s the wrong word, just, Roxy constantly being frustrated about the situation and Jane just willfully refusing to see that, and blah blah. 

Jane and Jake’s relationship is obviously weird because of the way they dance around each other’s romantic inclinations and Jane sort of holds Jake on this pedestal as her Crush before she thinks of him as her Friend, and part of Jake’s relationship to Jane is having to always be vaguely receptive and live up to that view of him while not actually giving her an opening to make anything official. So that’s weird. They’re close but there’s a performative element to aspects of their relationship on both sides that’s hard to look past.

And of course, Dirk and Roxy have the one sided pining, the last people on earth baggage, the mutual guilt, they love each other more than anything in their own weird way and are so fucking close it hurts but that guilt and resentment between them is a wall covered in thorns and spikes and poison. 

And then Dirk and Jake, which is as far as I can tell and I’ve mentioned this before, a story about two boys who have loved each other for basically EVER, but Jake never let himself think about it that way until it was too late and he’d already given Dirk the impression that he COULDN’T and then the AR happened and everything got weird and difficult and frustrating fast. 

So Jane and Dirk. There is NONE of this there. Like maybe it is just me but I NEVER got the impression that Jane found Dirk romantically appealing, which means that Dirk doesn’t have that swirling self loathing about being unable to reciprocate like he does with Roxy. They are just two actual best friends who share a bunch of interests and enjoy talking to each other and respect each other’s opinions and capabilities, they’re just FRIENDS.

As a side note – I think it’s so cool that (what I think is) honestly the closest most purely platonic friendship in homestuck is between a man and a woman, because I see it so rarely, media creators rarely extend the self control to keep man/woman relationships platonic from all angles, even when they DO there’s often a sub-arc where one side or the other freaks out like BUT DO I LIKE THEM LIKE THEM OH NO or DO THEY LIKE ME LIKE ME OH NO and neither ever happens with Jane and Dirk. And I love it. So many of my personal platonic friendships throughout my life have been with men and I get so fucking tired of the overarching narrative that it’s impossible. Okay. Side note over. 

I loved Jane and Dirk’s conversation on the quest beds so fucking much. Like. I think there is still a lot more for them to work out, and Jane’s lingering resentment/jealousy over Dirk ending up with Jake after all is something they need to deal with – I think that conversation indicates they WILL deal with it though. They weren’t quite ready right then, they were still in the anger phase of everything (not at each other, but partially at Jake and partially Dirk’s own self loathing at work), but I think they will work it out and go back to being best friends. 

The only “negative” things I have to say about it is that they both mutually do not seem to “get” each other’s biggest flaws – but uh, none of the alphas really do and that’s part of why when they all get together in person everything gets shitty so fast – but I think they will get better about this, too, and the REASON they miss the mark at first is because they are both so anxious to think well of the other, they don’t let themselves look too hard at the bad stuff. I think they can reconstruct their friendship on earth C with a better understanding of one another and end up closer than they were before all the shit went down because of it. 

New Life

Chapter 4
“Not Too Insane For You“


Word Count: 2152

Beta: @idreamofhazel ( <3 )


Summary: Reader’s life following her crimes, her time in prison, and the events that lead to her going to the asylum

A/N: This is a pretty dark one, y’all. And I’m only getting started. Stay safe and read at your own risk. Thanks for all the love y’all have been sending me! <3


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Dancing in the Moonlight (m)

Word Count: 4,607

Warning: Namjoon smut

If there were a way for you to escape responsibility, you’d gladly accept, whatever the consequences might be.

“Now smile and hold your head up high,” the voice behind you says drowning with sternness and expectations.

“Yes, mother.”

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LEGION Recap: 1x04

I have truly and too deeply loved many television shows in my time. I have written tens of thousands of words about some of them, hundreds even! But there have been a few among them that I have loved specially, personally. Shows that make me feel off-kilter in my joy, almost suspicious that someone peered into my soul, and found there a well of spooky sweet stylized absurdism, and they hauled up a bucket of the stuff, and from it made Twin Peaks, and Pushing Daisies, and Legion.

So that may be partially why these are only getting longer.

Season 1, ‘Chapter 4’

First up here I just want to give a quick shout-out to the masterpieces of cagey chiasmus that are FX’s episode descriptions.


Anyway full disclosz I first watched ‘Chapter 4’ with my bff Jen, right after consuming a strong cocktail, a cup of Turkish tea, some champagne, and a mug of ice cream in fairly quick succession. I proceeded to lose my mind THOROUGHLY and with GREAT VIM.

Here is how it started:

Me, singing at the black screen: “Shooww me Jemaine Clement!”
First shot:

Me: [screams]

“Good evening,” Jemaine Clement addresses us from his Mylar lounge, and like, yes Jemaine, it is, thank you. He proceeds to deliver a short lecture about human nature as the camera slowly pulls back. We are the root of all our problems, he proposes, through our own confusion and anger. “Violence, in other words, is ignorance,” he declares, and he should have stopped there, but then blurts out “Figure your shit out, that’s my…what I’d say.”

He scoops up his glass to take a drink, but the liquid inside has turned into a solid ice cube. It slowly slides out and falls to the floor, the camera obligingly zooming back in so that he can start over.

Hi so I love every fucking thing this scene is doing and I’m only halfway through it. Rather like me and this show I guess.

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THAT Wonder Woman script, part 2 of oh shit it got worse

Previously on Wonder Woman, we met our hero – brave, selfless, moral, willing to go to bat for perfect strangers without a thought for personal safety, but uneasy with emotional vulnerability, preferring to rebuff intimacy with snark and condescension.

I’m talking, of course, about Steve Trevor. Wait, who did you think the hero of this movie was?

Anyway, Steve crashed in plane on an island of Nasty Women, proved his moral superiority and won a convert in the form of a luminous-elemental-natural-curvaceous-waterfall-girl, who beat up her mother to save his life, then decided to follow him home. Just because.

Now Steve and The Girl are flying into a war zone, where Steve is overdue to deliver much-needed supplies to sick, starving refugees.

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'Bout Damn Time Ch. 4

(Chibs & Reader)

This is the final chapter!!

@calumonoxide @bluegrassgirldownunder @lolsthecat @girl-with-no-faith-in-medicine @come-join-themurder @ouijaboardmystery @blackthornslightwood @homra-the-red-clan

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

The next day Juice hadn’t heard anything new from the hospital so he was on his way there now with Tara. “I didn’t hear from St Thomas last night. Is that good or bad?”

Tara felt so bad for him. “Well, no news is good news I guess. I mean if they didn’t call then there is no change if there is no change she’s not worse. That’s good, right?” She could have kicked herself even she wasn’t sure she was following her own words.

Juice wore a confused expression “I guess so?”

The rest of the ride was silent as they made their way to St Thomas. Pulling into the staff lot Juice didn’t get to see his bike, but for once that was the least of his worries.

As he made his way to Y/N’s room he stopped at the nurses station on her floor for an update. “Well, we cleaned her up and kept her on a slow drip of pain medication that kept her knocked out but the swelling went down considerably so we stopped that a bit ago. She should wake up here in the next hour or so once she does we can manage the pain in a less invasive way.” The nurse smiled at the relived look on his face.

Juice turned and went to Y/N’s room, he wanted to be there when she woke up. As he walked in he noticed a reaper staring at him by Y/N’s side. As he came around the other side of the bed he realized it was Chibs leaning over asleep holding her hand. Juice just smiled, a small chuckle escaped him, causing Chibs to stir awake.

“Arg, Juicy wksbdudk?” Chibs mumbled incoherently.

“Sorry, say that again, little more English this time too if you could?” Juice asked.

Chibs looked up, the smart-ass had a shit eating grin plastered across his stupid mohawked face. “I sa’ when ya got ‘ere?” Chibs attempted a bit more clearly though he was annoyed knowing that Juice knew the question the first time it was asked. “[Mumbles Chibberish]” he just continued cursing the younger man in his own way.

Juice just laughed at him. “I just walked in. You been here all night?” Chibs simply nodded his response. They sat in silence for a minute or two.  Juice just watched his brother watching Y/N. He was trying hard not to ask. He didn’t want to be in the middle of them if things went south. He loved them both his adopted sister and his MC brother both his friends. He wouldn’t be able to choose a side if it didn’t work. He couldn’t help himself though.

“What are you doing here Chibs?”

Chibs refused to look at him. Juice knew why he was there why bother saying it out loud. “See I think it’s cause your falling for that girl. How could you not? Smart, pretty, funny, loyal to a fault, takes care of herself, makes her own damn way in life. She’s amazing. ” Juice could see Chibs’ expressions of agreement with everything he was saying run over his face. “Sorry I told myself I wasn’t gonna get involved. I couldn’t choose between either one of you if shit went south. But fuck it what the hell.” Juice sighed, and ran a frustrated hand down his face.

“She likes you brother. Been asking about you. My God she’s a bona-fide genius always on me about being articulate and shit. But the grammar Nazi here stutters when she’s around you.”

“It won’t work” Chibs finally found his voice.


“Her and me, won’t work. Yer right. She is all those things. Jus’ means she deserves better than me. Than this life.” Chibs hung his head staring at their intertwined fingers.

Juice looked up at Y/N  he smirked when he saw a flutter in her eyelashes. He new she was awake  but as he said before she was a bona-fide genius, so he was gonna play this her way. “She does deserve better. Problem with that what we think, it don’t matter. That’s her choice to make just gotta give her the opportunity to make it.”

“How’d you get smart?” Chibs asked humorlessly.

“Hanging out with her.” Juice’s watched Y/N jaw clench as she held back from laughing. Just as Juice was about to make a comment to send her over the edge Chibs beat him to it.

“I’m too old fer ‘er any way.” That was it they were both gone Juice and Y/N lost it laughing until Y/N was once again in pain.

“Oh my God, don’t do that, don’t make me laugh. Ugh it hurts.”

“Y/N” Chibs said in relief. She was awake and smiling. “'Ow are ya feelin’ lass?” He asked standing up to look her over.

“Stop…” She insisted at the hovering “I’m fine. A little sore but fine.” At both of their unconvinced looks she conceded a bit. “Ok a lot sore and a nasty head ache but I’m alive.”

“What happened? Do you remember?” Though Hale was competent they wanted to hear from her just what happened.

“Yeah I remember. A deer met a dumb ass out on 18 last night and I don’t know about the deer but the dumb ass lost. That much is for sure.”

They sat in awkward silence when Juice caught Y/N’s eyes. She was staring at him then at Chibs then back to him then the door. He looked at her confused until he realized… “Well I’m gonna go tell the nurse your up. And….uh …. I’m gonna call the guys…… let em know your up and better…..Yeah I’m gonna…yeah..” and he took his leave.

“So,” Y/N started uncomfortable “…how old are you?”

Chibs chuckled “way older than you”

“How do you know how old I am? ”


“So what I’m 29. Who gives a shit?”

Chibs brow furrowed “Juice said you were 35.”

“That Fucker!!!” Chibs couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I am not!!”

Once the laughing subsided Chibs continued on in silence so Y/N pressed on “No matter who’s older we’re both adults.”

“Aye but this life, and wha if ya wan kids someda’” Chibs was really attempting to justify not asking her out but he had a feeling she was about to shoot that all to hell.

“Woah, slow your roll there tiger. You haven’t even asked me out on one date and your talking kids?” Chibs leveled her with a glare. “Don’t look at me like that. Listen I know what this life is, ok I’m not dumb I figured it out. I have a firm enough grasp on the situation that I understand what I’d be getting into.” Chibs was right she was blowing holes in all his reasoning. “And as for kids I can’t have them.” Chibs’ head shot up to look her in the eyes but she wouldn’t meet them “That’s more of a 3rd date topic.” She kept on “So, I’ll just say that’s why I have dogs.” Then she gasped sitting up suddenly. “My dogs!”

“They’re fine love, Juice got em las nigh’ an’ took 'em 'ome.” He reassured her and she laid back down.

Chibs just sat in silence searching his mind for reasons this was bad. Maybe…no he already knew if things went south he’d never make Juice choose. He had nothing. Finally he gave in there was no use protecting someone who knew the consequences and willing kept going.

Picking his balls up off the floor he finally had the courage to ask “Y/N, would ya like ta go out with me som'time?”

There’s that smile granted it’s lip was busted, but it was there none the less. “Why Filip, I would love to.”

“Bout Damn Time.” They heard mumbled from the door. They looked up to see Juice standing there with the most bored expression.

“You!” Y/N pointed at him “you Fucker!!”

“What did I do?” Juice was starting to get scared, he knew the look Y/N was giving him meant he was in trouble.

“You told him I was 35?”

Juice chuckled he’d forgotten he had told Chibs Y/N was older than she really was. “Oh yeah I forgot about that.” He kept laughing

Y/N looked to Chibs “I really am 29 not like it matters. Juice is just a fuck-tard!” She said yelling the end of that sentence in the direction of the giggling idiot himself.

Juice took offence to the comment shooting back his own slur “Bitch.”

“Oh shit” Was the last thing Juice was able to mutter before a pink plastic puke cup nailed him right between the eyes.

Burning Love (Damon x fem!reader)

I hope this isn’t trash 


Burning Love

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Characters: Damon, Stefan, Katherine, Elena, fem!reader

Pairing: Fem!reader x Damon

Word Count: 1,245

Warnings: Reader gets taken hostage

Requested: Yes

Request: Hey I love your imagines! Can you do 8, 13 and 17 with Damon pretty please?

A/N: So, this is set in “Katherine only wants the moonstone and that’s it” time, but for the sake of this imagine, Elena is already going to be a vampire


           It was sometimes the hardest thing of your life dating a vampire and being human. You knew it put you in a lot of danger, but that didn’t scare or bother you. You were getting better and better has months pasted to trust Damon, and anything that came along with him. He made you happy and you made him happy. Of course every couple went through the hard times, and right now, it was that time.

           “Gosh, Y/N, I told you to stay there and what do you do?! You come running acting like you have all the power to save the world! You could’ve gotten killed, I mean something could have happened. Why would you even risk it?!” Damon went on for what felt like hours of just screaming at you. Then there was no longer a loud, angry voice. It was heavy breathing waiting for you to respond.

           “You and Elena were in trouble, and needed help so I stepped in. I didn’t get hurt, I’m fine, you’re fine, everybody is fine! So what is the big deal?” Your own voice began to grow louder as you tried to defend yourself.

           “Yes, but that isn’t the point! I’m trying to show you that this isn’t your job to help, okay? I have a plenty amount of help in those situations. I don’t need yours,” his words stung. The words rolled of his tongue and into your ears. You heard the words, but it felt like they were written on a sword and driven through your heart.  “I mean, Elena was there and she could have gotten killed because of you! If you weren’t there, everything would’ve been fine! Nobody was in danger before then! We could’ve lost her!” Damon was venting the emotions he kept in the whole drive home. You had no idea, that’s what he was thinking.

           “If you want to be with her, go ahead. I won’t stop you,” the words tasted like soap as you spoke. You hated to admit it, but you knew that Damon loved Elena. Why wouldn’t he? She’s beautiful, smart, kind, and most of all a vampire. Just like him.

           “What?” He acted confused, but you both knew what you were talking about.

           “Damon, you love her. That’s clear to anyone. I can’t compete with her. I put her life in danger today apparently and if you need to protect her, do it. Like I said, I’m not stopping you,” tears were spilling out and your voice became quiet. You put your head down trying to hide your eyes, that clearing showed your hurt expression.

           “I-I don’t know why you think that Y/N, I love you,” his voice was also quiet. It showed emotion in the way it sounded, but you wouldn’t except it.

           “No, Damon, you don’t,” your head rose up to meet his eyes, which were dry, and walked closer to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered in his ears. “We tried. We tried to make this work, but it didn’t. It’s not your fault, so don’t blame yourself please. I love you,” you pulled your arms back and placed a kiss on his cheek and met his eyes, that were now spilling as well. “Goodbye,” your voice hitched as you reached the door and walked out, thinking you would never see him again.

           As you reached your home you were ready for a good night rest, when before you could reach the lights they were already on. Your stomach was in your throat and panic set in. A familiar voice rang through the house.

           “Hello there Y/N. You seem sad, break up with little ole’ Damon finally?” Katherine.

           “What are you doing here Katherine? More importantly, I don’t have the moonstone,” you were torn down in every way, but you still brought out the strong parts in you to show you weren’t afraid.

           “Oh, sweetie, I know you don’t have it. I searched everywhere. Thankfully, you were nice enough to invite me in that one night so it was pretty easy getting in. You may not have the moonstone, and you may have just broken up with Damon, but you still mean a lot to him. I can use you to get to Damon. See the plan? Good, because Damon is most likely walking upstairs right now to find the note saying that the moonstone equals your safety, so we should get going,” those were the last words you remembered.

           You woke up confused and uncertain of your surroundings. You were in a dark room, your hands tied behind your back, and the smell of burning melting.

           “Good, you’re awake. Now we can get started, so when they get here, they have already failed to save you. Poor, poor girl,” Katherine sighed as she walked closer to you. You now knew what the burning of metal was. It was knife that had been heated until glowing red. Your cries filled the room even before the knife had been pressed against you.

           “Please! Katherine, I’m begging you! You don’t have to do this!” You screamed and screamed, but she wasn’t giving. Before you could even blink, the heat was applied below your collar bone. You yelled when it was pressed on you, and after as the burn was sizzling on your flesh. The room was now filled with the odor of burning flesh. She burned you three more times before Damon and Stefan came rushing in, but Katherine quickly spoke.

           “Not so fast boys. You walk any further and she dies,” she pointed up to an axe that was tied above your head that would fall if the wire it was connected to was pulled. That wire was the one Damon almost tripped over.

           “Please, not her!” You were surprised to hear him beg for you, but it was nice to hear him again.

           “Oh come on Damon, you read the note. I get the moonstone and you get her. Simple,” her words were vexing.

           “OK! I’ll give you it, just please let her go,” Damon and you had been through your hard times, but it was a relief to hear his voice again.

           “I trust you only because it’s her life at risk,” Katherine threw the knife she was holding at the rope above your head. Damon spend over to you and caught it before it could dive into your skull.

           “Hey baby. You’re okay. I’m going to take you back home and everything will be okay,” Damon was sending you reassuring words as he watched Stefan tie up the now unconscious.

           “Damon, let’s go,” Stefan called out.

You woke up in Damon’s bedroom with severe pain on your chest.

           “Hey,” Damon quietly spoke as his hand brushed through your hair.

           “Hey” you met his gentle eyes.

           “You’re fine, but you should get more rest. Doc came by and said get as much rest as you can get and ice those burns,” Damon spoke to you, “sweet dreams my love.”