took me a few weeks

Fig chatter! (Q/A)
First off, i just wanna say thank you so much to everyone for all the super nice and encouraging notes! It always makes me to happy to see that my work is making people happy and your notes really help to motivate me to do my best at this comic!

Yep!!! That manga is one of my favorite things in the whole world so it really really influenced my comic.


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Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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anonymous asked:

Excuse me, but do you think you can give a tutorial on how to draw Alphys? You just draw her so well!

Not much into tutoring but I think I can try selling my soul out one time more. 

XDDD

Before I drew Alphys, I used to study the skulls of different species, from reptile, dinosaur, bird to mammal. All have almost the same skull and jaw, the only difference is their evolution being selected by nature over million years.

After that I began simplifying them into the geometric figures in order to become the useful bases for fictional characters or whoever I enjoy torturing to death. Yeah, see, the construction is extremely important here, yo. Unless ya studied this at art school.

But of course there’ll always be moments when you feel a bit frustrated, angry, while trying to figure out how to draw a character so perfect. But hey no worries, this does take plenty of times to get used, that either if you keep drawing the same character every day. In my case, took me like a few days or weeks. In the end your effort’ll pay off, trust me.

Also to be honest, below this picture, I do reaaaaally view Alphys as a dinosaur more than lizard. XD Cuz I luv dinosaurs so why not. And a lot easier to draw~ Heck she’s totally a badass for kicking Sans’s ass~~.

OhOhOhOh… Did I scare ya? :P That she’s nakeeeed?! No? Noooo?! XDD

-pout- But hey! Unlike artists who prefer to explore bits of “human” stuff, I like to consider the fact that, not only they’re monsters, but animals with their casual primal instincts. Basically no boobs or private parts there, absolutely nothing for y’or pervy eyes :>. Why? They’re made of magic, for Kori’s sake.

Ok, another image below, when drawing I always use the lines of motion/action, emerging the structure, aka the “skeleton”. It gives an effective gesture compared to a character being in a static pose. ^-^

And some progress below…. Then y’ur doneeeee~~  👏 👏 👏 👏 👏

Natsu - NaLu Theory

I feel like there is a lot of frustration over NaLu not becoming cannon recently. I am going to write a character meta-analysis of both Natsu and Lucy which will help explain (I hope) why NaLu won’t happen until both characters overcome/realise this:

1. Natsu is dense when it comes to romance/love and he won’t realise unless it becomes undeniable/obvious.

2. Lucy gets over her unrealistic ideals prince charming or her knight in shining armour expectations. She is a hapless romantic and naive when it come to love. (Note: this is not me bashing Lucy, it’s just a reality of her character. I think she has gotten better recently but I will do another analysis for Lucy)

I haven’t gone in-depth into every single scene because this was getting too long. If you would like to know my thoughts on a particular scene, please don’t hesitate to ask. I love a good discussion ;)

In regards to manga panels, there were more I could put in as evidence. I chose the events I thought illustrated my point the best. This took me a few weeks to compile between uni and life in general, so I hope you find it interesting.  Please keep in mind, these are my observations and I am not bashing any characters or ships.

Natsu and FT

Erza is a mother/sister figure to Natsu, she is essentially his female role model who taught him how to behave around people, showed him a motherly/sisterly love (I think it’s a combination) so she’s the role model he will fall back on when he’s trying to be affectionate with Lucy. Erza is an important supportive role model to both Natsu and Gray.

Examples to prove Natsu’s reaction to Erza is different can be seen by looking at his initial reaction to her being in danger, and his reaction is the same as his reply to Lucy’s question as to whether they should help Gray. He replies that he would want to finish the enemy himself, not to have anyone interfere. Natsu doesn’t apply this logic to Lucy.

You might say that’s because Natsu doesn’t respect Lucy’s ability and that isn’t true he does, but the emotions he feels for Lucy compels him to protect no matter what. Even if he knows she can protect herself. The panel above is a key example because it was a lighting fast reaction to protect who mattered the most to him (keeping in mind Happy and other friends were there but it’s Lucy he covered with his body). It is the split-second decisions which I hold in high regard, due to the fact they reflect a person’s true feelings. 

If you want to read more about my thought in regards to Natsu, Lucy and Happy —-> Link

After the Tenroujima fight with Kain, Natsu’s behaviour towards Lucy changes once again. This is shown in the Grand Magic Games (GMG). I believe during the fight with Kain, Natsu subconsciously fell in love with Lucy. However, that doesn’t mean he acknowledges it because he doesn’t think too much outside the moment. This shift in feeling does change how he acts around her, even in general situations. 

GMG

I didn’t watch Fairy Tail for years and I didn’t ship anyone.  I was on the fence about NaLu (is there something, isn’t there?)  it sparked my interest before the GMG arc but there wasn’t definitive evidence Natsu felt the same as Lucy. It wasn’t until the end of Tenroujima and the GMG which convinced me Natsu had feelings for Lucy.

What changed my mind wasn’t the obvious Natsu going to save Lucy. There was a considerable difference in Natsu making his opinion known when a subject/situation concerned Lucy. Which compared to the others who are friends, guildmates and close team-members (Gray, Erza and Wendy) were over-reactions to the situation. Saying this is because of a life threating situation and he wants to protect is a weak argument. In these panels, Natsu is substantially more powerful than the characters concerned. You might say with Yukino that was purely Natsu’s dislike for Saber showing but he is an instinctual person, he would have noticed her mood but it didn’t matter in this case because his priority was Lucy. 

Before this Natsu was not as concerned with what was happening with Lucy, which solidifies my point on Tenroujima being the event that changed the depth of his feelings (note that in the manga neither Natsu or Gray are waiting at her flat). 

Despite Natsu being oblivious to his true feelings (which even a child -Aska- picked up on), Natsu still flirts with Lucy. He even admitted himself that he can’t resist teasing her. And the number one thing emotionally immature guys do when they like a girl? Tease them, annoy them, be a brat to get attention. All behaviour which Natsu exhibits, because Lucy makes him feel comfortable enough to do those things. 

Natsu can be himself because he doesn’t fear that Lucy will hurt him. He’s is used to a gentle Lucy and shows restraint he otherwise wouldn’t when she has hit him (in a serious situation). If it was anyone else in the guild, I believe you wouldn’t get the same reaction. He starts fights with them all the time, so what difference would it make knocking them out.

The fact that Natsu will fight with everyone in the guild, apart from Lucy, is a telling factor that he loves her. He doesn’t want to risk hurting her and as I said before, this isn’t because he doesn’t believe she is strong. When he does bring up the prospect of sparring, it is usually in a playful manner. 

Natsu’s Emotional Growth

I think the problem on Natsu’s side is he’s dense when it comes to romance. Shown by his interaction with Gildarts. 

Indicating that Natsu’s emotional intelligence when it comes to recognising the difference between friendship and lovers isn’t great. Though I have no doubt about his feelings for Lucy are intense because of his different reactions to losing his love interest and losing a beloved friend/family member.

This to me is a desperate man losing a woman who he didn’t realise was vital to his future. With Erza and Igneel he was very sad/aggrieved but he wasn’t devastated. 

As for the breast groping, I don’t give these a lot of credence other than it’s a shonen manga (there’s always going to be fan service like that) and Natsu is a young man who is sexually aware of the girl he likes. Lucy is grown woman capable of making it known what she feels about that.  And she does, the first time she punched him.

Considering current events in the manga, I don’t believe NaLu will happen until Natsu’s role within Lucy’s life is challenged in some way. Natsu knows that he wants Lucy in his future, he wants things to be the same with them going on adventures. They are best friends, it’s natural. However, it wouldn’t be the same if she were to go out with another guy. Yes, they would likely stay on the same team but he wouldn’t be able to continue the same behaviours. 

I believe Natsu has come to depend on Lucy emotionally (in a good way). He seeks her out before significant events and feels most secure when he’s vulnerable by surrounding himself with her. Lucy provides him with a different kind of care and affection that isn’t provided by other guildmates, which is why he chooses to spend most of his time around her. Another reason I think he finds this in Lucy is the start of the manga.  

At the beginning, he says ‘I chose you’ and the way Happy explained the way teams worked, it sounded like Natsu didn’t work well in teams before Lucy arrived. Plus, Natsu is always reminding that her presence on his team is essential. Erza and Gray come and go (they pair up with other people) but Natsu and Lucy are always together by choice.

He is sensitive to her mood and when she is upset, he knows it and it throws him. Especially if it is him who upset her. Any other time he has a nonchalant attitude but with Lucy, he feels the guilt.

He won’t be able to be ‘more than friends, less than lovers’ if she were to marry another man. If she had a boyfriend he wouldn’t be able to crash around her house, play games, sleep in her bed, eat her food, go through her draws etc. Which is why Natsu will need an event that triggers this realisation before NaLu will happen. There will be more angst because angst is essentially the hard lessons the characters need to learn. No emotional events, no story progress.

I have considered the possibility of this event being Lucy’s perceived death but I’m not holding my breath. I still think he has some more growth to go before NaLu happens. I think this is good because it means Mashima pays attention to character growth and development, if the character isn’t at that stage then it shouldn’t be forced. The slow burn is why I like NaLu, seeing two individuals develop an unconditional love and it’s beautiful.

Thank you for reading! <3 xx

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#302 Sableye

One time at my school’s Pokemon Club, the president mentioned he loved Sableye and so I made one. I will end up making another one because this one is an older crochet, but posting for now for @ask-nido-royalty !

Devil Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary (Request) :(Anon) OMG I saw the Sebastian pic you reblogged, and baaaam an idea popped up haha. Would you write something where Bucky is a mechanic and one time you go there cause your motorcycle broke down and you’ve heard he’s good. So when you get there he’s wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can’t resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in shower together. Later then he asks you for a proper date? :)

Warnings: Smut. You know the drill. ;)

A/N: I am so sorry to the anon that sent me this weeks ago and it took me FOREVER to write. I’ve been going through some stuff these past few weeks and it was really tough to get focused on my writing. But I promise to all of my followers that I will start posting more often, both reader inserts, and more chapters for Ineffable. I love you guys. <3

This is the photo. 

“So, how long have you been doing this?” You asked, trying not to sound as if you were salivating at the flawless form in front of you trying to fix your motorcycle. His skin was glistening in the strong light he had shining over him, (Or the motorcycle, but no need to get into details) so that he could have proper sight of the structure before him in the dark garage.

           “I don’t know, a couple of months.” He replied, looking up at you for a moment before grabbing for another one of his tools.

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Shifted - Part 6, Chapter 6

Every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?
Previous installments…


Part 6 - The Honeymoon

Lallybroch, Summer 1763

Chapter 6


“Dear me,” she breathed. “You’d think we’d been apart twenty years.”

 

Jamie nuzzled and sucked her neck with slow, wet kisses. “Mmphmm. When was the last time we lay together in the middle of the day? Yer skin looks so bonny in the sunlight, mo nighean donn.”

 

She hummed against him, winding her legs tighter around his hips. The motion shifted him even deeper inside her, and they both gasped.

 

A Dhia,” he whispered. “Claire, ye feel so – I canna describe it.”

 

She ran a gentle hand over his shoulders, tracing the web of his scars. “I know. I feel it too.” She paused, thoughtful. “You said that on our wedding night, didn’t you?”

 

She shivered as Jamie gently bit her collarbone. “I said a lot of things, Sassenach. Can ye be a wee bit more specific?”

 

A Dhia. Right before we made love the first time.”

 

He snorted. “Aye, I did. Though I canna say it was making love – I had no idea what in hell I was doing, and I certainly didna ken that ye were meant to get something out of it.”

 

Her fingers tangled in the hair at the base of his skull. “I forgive you for that time. You’ve more than made up for it since then.”

 

He sighed against her. “It’s no’ blasphemy to say that, ken. It’s a prayer of thanks.” He raised up on his elbows to just look at her. Christ, she was beautiful, cheeks pink with color and hair all frizzy around her heid. “I could pray my thanks for being marrit to ye every second of every day for the rest of my life, Claire, and it would never be enough.”

 

Her eyes glistened with tears. She ran her thumb over his nose and chin. He parted his lips and took her thumb in his mouth, sucking softly.

 

Gently his hips began the slow, familiar rhythm. Her lips parted and she gasped, tears slipping down her cheeks. He eased her thumb out of his mouth and traced his own thumb along the path of her tears. “Shh. Let it out, mo graidh. Let me love you some more.”

 

Later, flushed and rumpled and yet energized, he held her tightly to his chest, lips against her hairline, watching the sun set through the grimy window.

 

“What’s been troubling ye, Claire?” he asked softly. “Honesty, now.”

 

She sighed – he felt the rush of warm air against his shoulder. “I can’t really describe it. Just – so much feeling.”

 

“About what?”

 

She paused. “You and the children, mostly.”

 

“But ye’ve always had those worries. What makes it different now?”

 

Her hand found his and wrapped her fingers around his thumb, caressing. “I have worried every day since we returned from France that you’ll be taken from me. I worry about how things will change once you’re free to leave Lallybroch in three years’ time. I worry about the children – what will come next for them in their lives, whether Brianna will ever find a husband that truly understands and respects her, whether William will stay with us once he’s grown or whether he’ll want to seek his own adventure in Inverness or Edinburgh or another city.”

 

He kissed her forehead. “Ye’re such a good mother – of course ye should worry. But have I done anything recently to make ye think that I’ll be taken from ye?”

 

He felt her shake her head. “No – no more than the usual. Just – my greatest fear is being parted from you.”

 

He settled down on the pillow to meet her eyes. “Ye ken I’ll never let that happen.”

 

She caressed his cheek. “I ken, Jamie. But it’s happened before – even though you fought so hard for it not to. It nearly killed me, you know that.”

 

“I do. But do ye think it was any different for me, Claire?”

 

“No, I don’t. But it’s always at the back of my mind – if something were to happen to you, what would I do?”

 

He closed his eyes and sighed. “We’ve never talked of it, have we?”

 

“No, we haven’t. But we should.”

 

“Tomorrow, perhaps? I’ve been thinking – we should walk along the burn, you could gather some of your wee herbs and I’ll find fish for our supper.”

 

She smiled. “Are you deliberately trying to replicate what we did right after we married?”

 

He butted her nose with his. “Maybe.”

 

She kissed him then, slow and sweet.

 

“I’ve got an idea.”

 

He kissed her chin and settled his hand at the small of her back. She nestled into his chest. “What is it?”

 

She smiled, almost shyly. “Tell me something about yourself you’ve never told me before. And I’ll do the same.”

 

His eyebrow raised. “Ye already ken all the important things about me, Sassenach.”

 

Gently she nudged his shoulder. “Come on. There has to be something you’ve never told me.”

 

He frowned, then – blushed? His cheeks flushed beneath her hand.

 

“Jamie? What is it? Surely it can’t be that bad?” She kissed the tip of his nose. “You’re not going to tell me that you weren’t a virgin on our wedding night, after all?”

 

“No, that’s God’s honest truth. Rather - I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me, but I felt the same way on our wedding night, and even though ye did laugh at me I didna mind it so much.”

 

She caressed his cheek, curious. “Tell me.”

 

He swallowed. “Do ye remember when we were trying to – trying to conceive William?”

 

She smiled widely. “Yes. And you don’t?”

 

He sighed, exasperated. “Ah. Weel. I never told ye this – but I did a lot of praying, then.”

 

Love surged in her heart. “I know – I understood the prayer you said, every time you finished inside me.”

 

That stopped him. “Ye did?”

 

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “It’s one of the most beautiful and thoughtful things anyone has ever done for me. I didn’t let on because – because I didn’t want you to stop. And it worked in the end, did it not?”

 

He breathed in her hair deeply. “Aye, I suppose. Only, I didna just do that. I prayed a whole rosary every day. And I – ” he paused. “I – I took some herbs every day, too.”

 

Claire rose up on one elbow. “What? What kind of herbs?”

 

He lay flat on his back and rubbed his hands over his face. “I went early on to see Grannie MacNab, to help her wi’ chores. She could tell straight away that something was troubling me – so I told her that you and I were trying for another bairn. And she told me that every day for the first ten years of her marriage to Mr. MacNab, she’d fed him some herbs wi’ his parritch. To make his seed stronger, ken? And she had the eight boys in twelve years, so…”

 

Claire was profoundly touched. “So is that what you did, then?”

 

“Aye. She was verra matter-of-fact about it, she told me where to find the plants and how to prepare them.” He reached up one hand and delicately traced down her nose and cheek. “I wanted – I wanted my seed to be as strong as possible, every time we lay together. I wanted so badly to give ye another child, mo nighean donn. So as soon as ye told me about the bairn I had to let her know – to thank her.”

 

“That’s why you’re always taking William up there – out of thanks.”

 

“Aye, I suppose. Only – it brings her joy to see me wi’ him. To ken that she played a small part in him coming to be.” He sat up against the headboard and crossed his arms. “I would have done anything, Claire – anything to give ye another bairn. So.”

 

She settled into his shoulder against the headboard. “Thank you.”

 

“Ye’re welcome.” He kissed her forehead, then grinned. “Now it’s yer turn.”

 

Claire traced her fingers along his collarbone, thoughtful.

 

“I wasn’t a virgin when I married Frank.”

 

Jamie jerked away from the headboard and grasped both her hands in his. “What?”

 

She smiled. “I’m glad I can still surprise you, after all these years.”

 

He blinked. “What do ye mean, ye werena a virgin when you marrit him?” A look of horror crossed his face. “There’s no’ another husband ye havena told me about, is there?”

 

She squeezed his fingers. “No – I’ve only been married twice. I had a lover before I met Frank – I lost my virginity to him.”

 

Jamie’s brow furrowed. “Who was he? How old were ye? What happened to him? Did he break yer heart? Do ye think of him still? Did ye – ”

 

She settled a finger against his lips. “Shh. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

 

He swallowed. “Any other men I should know about, Sassenach?”

 

She smiled. “No, Jamie. And I’ve never mentioned him to you because I honestly haven’t thought about him for years. I hadn’t thought about him for a long time before I met you.”

 

His blue gaze pierced through her. “Tell me everything.”

 

She moved closer, nudging her knees against his. “I met him when I was sixteen. He was an assistant of my uncle’s – on a short expedition. He was older than me – a university student in his early twenties. I took a fancy to him – and he to me.”

 

Jamie’s arms vibrated with tension. “Why did ye give him yer maidenheid?”

 

She sighed. “My uncle took a trip for a few weeks – left me alone with him. Things – sped up while my uncle was away. It was the summertime. I thought I was ready to be a woman, and I told him as much.”

 

He shook his head. “Always telling men what to do.”

 

She ignored his comment. “So – I told him I wanted to be a woman, not a girl. It was very brief, very passionate. Then my uncle came back, and then he was called back to the university on urgent business. And I never saw him again.”

 

He caressed the backs of her hands. “That was it, then?”

 

She nodded. “Frank didn’t mind when we married – I knew he’d had lovers before, and he said it wasn’t fair for him to judge me when I hadn’t judged him.”

 

Jamie looked down at their joined hands. “Did ye love him?”

 

She shook her head and met his gaze head-on. “No. I thought I did, but now I know that it wasn’t love. He broke my heart, Jamie. It was a very painful and confusing time. He showed me that I was indeed a woman – that I had the body of a woman – but he destroyed a piece of my heart. I realized that I’d always want more than he could give.” She paused. “I suppose I always wanted more from Frank than he could give me, too.”

 

Jamie’s thumb traced her iron ring – so worn from nearly twenty years of use. “And me?” he said, voice small and quiet. “Do ye want more than I can give ye?”

 

She smiled and crawled into his lap, wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders. “You have given me everything you have – your name, your body, your family, your mind, your heart – since the day we married. You’ve showed me what love really is, Jamie. And you’ve always been more than enough.” She swallowed. “You’ve always offered more than I could possibly take.” She brought her forehead against his. “That’s why I worry, too - I know it’s absolute nonsense – but…I worry that I’m not enough for you. That one day you won’t want me anymore.”

 

His mouth gaped – and she saw the hurt in his eyes. “Claire, I –”

 

She placed her fingers against his lips. “I know. It’s foolish to think that way. Everyone always says it to me how lucky I am that my man only has eyes for me. Has only ever had eyes for me. But do you understand now, why I feel the way I do? Why I – why I have been needing you more, lately, than I ever have before?”

 

He twined his fingers in her hair and pressed her face into his neck. She breathed deeply.

 

“Ye worry that ye’re no’ enough for me – and I worry I’m no’ enough for you.”

 

“Idiot,” she sniffed. “Of course you’re enough. You’re more than enough.”

 

“Aye. So do ye see, Claire, that what we worry about are things that willna happen? Because I love ye too much to let it happen, and ye love me too much to let it happen?”

 

She nodded against him.

 

“Truly? Do ye truly understand that, now?”

 

She lifted her head and cradled his face between her hands. Then she kissed him, slow and long and deep.

 

“Yes,” she finally whispered against his lips. “Yes. I do.”

Stuck Here with You

Request: Your the first blog I’ve ever made a request too and I’m excited to see what you write 😊 Prompt’s 22, 46 and 47, Riverdale , jughead 😋✌🏻

22: “You had one job!”

46: “How did I get stuck here with you?”

47: “I swear, the world is against me.”

Requested by: @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers

A/N: Hello hun! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it took me so long. It’s been a busy past few weeks, but here ya go! I’m so glad you chose me as your first blog to request to!

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by stydiaislove

You mortal enemy. Jughead Jones. Everything you two did was clash and for some reason you two just couldn’t get along, though you didn’t know why. Jughead was actually quite kind, when he wanted to be, and you’d seen him around his friends (the few) and how he acted, and sometimes you wished he would act that way around you.

But ever since you met him, when you’d “by accident” sat in “his” booth at Pop’s a year ago, he’d done nothing but sass at you. And then, eventually you began to become to prideful to let his snarky comments go past you, and you began to insult him back.

It was jokingly of course, but every so often you could feel a sense of tension unexplainable come between the two of you and you’d fall silent. Just stare at each other until another would say something, and the arguing would come again.

So, because of this, despite every attempt at trying to find someone different, Jughead was left with you for help on his new article piece in The Blue and Gold school newspaper. See you were an excellent writer, even better than Jughead some would say, and Jughead just couldn’t get this piece out of his mind and on paper.

No one else could either, so he’d asked you and secretly delighted you’d tried to play off your excitement, and grumble about what you were gonna get out of this. He’d offered you a meal at Pop’s and you’d teasingly joked about you sitting in his booth, to which he scoffed.

So that’s how you found yourself, sitting in the old and dusty room that use to buzzle with people scrambling for articles to be put in the school’s news paper. Jughead sat in front of you, his eyes staring at you intensely as you tried to word together Jughead’s messy thoughts on a well written article.

It had been two hours and you’d only come up with two sentences, you were frustrated. Not only by your lack of ideas, but Jughead’s constant heated staring. 

“I can’t do this.” You said begrudgingly, handing the messy paper back to Jughead.

He sighed, frustrated. “You had one job!” He yelled, watching you gather your things. “You had one job and you can’t even do it? I thought you were an amazing writer.”

You glared, angry and hurt by his harsh words. “My job? It’s your damn article!” You snapped, slamming your bag on the ground to turn and stare at him in anger. He glared right back. It lasted a while until there was a smack and a wooshing sound, and suddenly everything seemed much quieter.

You looked around confused, until you saw the lights in the hallway of the school off and everything seemed eerily quiet. You looked at your watched and gaped at the time! It was already ten o’clock. What you thought had been two hours must have been much longer.

You felt your stomach twist. Your school had an automatic lock system, which meant the front doors wouldn’t open until the janitor came in in the morning. You turned to Jughead and saw the same fearful expression on his gaze. You slumped back down in your chair, your bag falling to the side as you moaned in frustration.

“Look’s like we’re stuck here.” You mumbled. Looking up only to see Jughead staring at you with that calculating gaze once again.

“I swear, the world is against me.” He finally mumbled, dropping his head to his hands. You scoffed. “How’d I get stuck here with you?”

You gasped, insulted. “What, you think I wanna be stuck here, with you either?”

He shook his head, ignoring you as he stared down at the blank page. “I could literally be doing anything better than this.”

Shocked, you finally let yourself ask the question that’s been bothering you since you met Jughead. “What did I do so bad that made you hate me?” You asked, your voice shaking as you stared ashamed at the ground. You missed the way Jughead’s head snapped up and he stared at you with wide eyes. “I mean, ever since we’ve met, you’ve done nothing but insult me or get mad at me. I know I’m not innocent, I ju-” You were cut off by lips hitting yours. Your eyes widened and you leaned back, making Jughead lean even more over the table as you tried to rationalize why this was happening.

When he pulled back you gasped an intake of breath, cheeks flamed and eyes wide. You looked up at Jughead who only shook his head, “I don’t hate you.”

“Th-Then why?” You whispered.

“I-I… really like you. I did the moment we met when you actually spoke to me with caring eyes, but i’m not good with feelings. And I’d rather push them away than admit them.”

Your mouth opened to say something but instead all you did was suddenly smile. Jughead stared at you in shock, and with a grin you reached for a blank piece of paper. “It’s a date!”


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“Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.”                                  (from Charal Drianaan te Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon.                                                                           Author unknown, the Fourth Age)                                         

Heathens | Tyler Joseph

Originally posted by aaasseenn

A/N: Inspired by the music video and the Batman universe! 

Word Count: 7317 words (whoops?)

Also, I’m thinking about opening my request box for the first time? Maybe? I’m still debating, but enjoy! 

This lovely gif is not mine!

Arkham Asylum. A place that holds the worst criminals and the most demented minds in all of America. With maximum security that even an army couldn’t bust through, and the isolation from the rest of the city, it makes it the ideal place to hold such people. It’s a dark, rainy island, not a happy soul in sight it seems. Ever since the boat ride over here, not one person has cracked a smile. I watch as the rain splatters against the windshield of the boat and the occasional crash of a wave. I smooth out my pencil skirt then adjust my blouse. I seem so out of place with my formal attire, but my profession requires it. I’m a psychiatrist, have been for about four years now, treating the criminally insane back to a healthy mindset. All of my patients have been cured and I have yet to fail once so that’s why I’m on this boat surrounded by SWAT members. I’ve been assigned to a new patient who was just admitted to Arkham a month ago. He’s gone through several different psychiatrists who gave up on him, said he was too far gone to be helped, and some grew frightened of him and eventually went mad themselves. Well I, for one, have never given up on a single soul. That’s why they call me the best. There’s so much to discover and learn about why these people do the things they do. It’s one of the reasons I chose this profession; my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes.

The boat pulls up the dock and a guard helps me out. Behind me, climbs out three others. With my briefcase in hand and my pea coat pulled tight around me, I follow them up the wooden pier and to a vehicle that’s waiting for us. My heels click against the planks. I take in my surroundings: the infirmary rests on our far right between two guard towers as well as a couple other buildings, and to our left rests the asylum itself. It’s so much larger in person than what I’ve seen in pictures. Large metal gates and multiple guards riddle the walkways above it. “Ms. (Y/L/N), a pleasure.”

“Captain,” I reply before I climb into the backseat of the Jeep. I set the briefcase on my lap the adjust the ballerina bun on my head, making sure a hair isn’t out of place. We drive up to the metal gates and are buzzed in. They open to reveal a large courtyard. The older military leader clears his throat.

“I suppose you’ve read the paperwork we’ve sent you.”

I nod. “Of course, several times actually. To the point where I have it memorized.” I smile sheepishly as he chuckles. “Patient 12188: Tyler Joseph, or also known as Blurryface among the citizens. Simply stated, he’s a sociopath who suffers from schizophrenia. He’s a highly skilled thief who robs the rich to benefit the poor, never once being caught be the authorities, until now. Due to his actions, his influence spread throughout the city and even established a following to help assist him in his assaults.”

“Very good. I knew we got the best.” He comments. “He’s so manipulative, Doctor, always saying things we want to hear. If we don’t make progress soon, I fear he may be hopeless.”

“I don’t believe that. I never give up on my patients.”

“And that’s exactly why we hired you.” We climb out of the car and head into the building. We make our way past the labs, test tubs and gurneys everywhere. “Don’t let him influence you or sweet talk you. He’s gone through too many of our best doctors.” The Captain presses a button when we step into the elevator. We ride it down deep into the cells. Manic laughter bounces off the walls. “Here’s the interrogation room where you will see him. Guards will be outside of you need anything. Good luck.” I nod as he opens the door and I step inside.

It’s bright white everywhere: the walls, the floor, even the two chairs and table. In one of them is my patient in an tan strait jacket. He’s facing away from the door, hunched over whispering something to himself. My heels echo in the room loudly. I sit in the chair across from him and pull out my manila folder full of notes, setting it next to a device on the corner of the table. A bright red button is on the center of the box. This is for if my patients grow out of control or if I feel threatened, I can press it and guards will pile in, seizing them from the room.  

“They sent another one. That’s nine this month. When will they get the hint?” He says when he looks at me with brown eyes. A slow smile creeps across his face.

“Actually, you’ve gone through eleven.”

“Oh? More than I thought. That’s just wonderful. What’s your name, lovely?” He leans forward in his chair.

“You may refer to me as Dr. (Y/L/N), and none other.” I state sternly.

“Oh, why not? I know we’re going to get on a personal level so why not start off right? A first name basis to make ourselves more comfortable around each other.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you already know my name, right? Supposedly, I’m the talk of Gotham right now.”

“You were for awhile, yes. However, no personal matters about myself will be discussed, only yours. That’s why I am here.”

“Maybe, I don’t want your help. I’m perfectly happy here. I’ve made so.. many.. friends..” His eyes run up and down my body, then back up to my eyes.. “What’s the harm in one more? Will you be my friend, Doctor?”

“I’ll be your professional friend. That’s it.”

“What’s the matter? Friends in high and low places. Here, there, anywhere. I want to get to know you, too.” He throws me a wicked smile.

“We aren’t here to discuss me, Mr. Joseph.” I retort, remaining calm.

“But it’s not fair. You know all about me, and I know nothing of you.” He leans forward in his chair. “Can I at least know your name, please?” His voice sounds small and hopeless.

At this rate, I’m never going to make progress, so I sigh and lace my fingers together. “It’s (Y/N) and that’s-”

“A very beautiful name.” He cuts me off. This time his smile is more.. charming to say the least. “Do people have a nickname for you?”

“Uh,” I stutter as his smile softens. I avert my gaze from his chocolate eyes that all of a sudden make me nervous. “N-no, they just call me (Y/N).” I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “And that’s all you get to know about me.”

He sits back in his chair carelessly, a somber looks now on his face. “Fine, you want to know about me? I’m a robber, ya know? Bang, bang, take all the money, run from the coppers.” He smiles. “It’s very fun, (Y/N) you should give it a try.”

Ignoring his comment, I scan over my notes. “You also give back to the poor, I’ve learned. Why do you do it? Do you find joy in it? Bringing the less fortunate happiness?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I don’t know. It was just mindless fun at first, ya know? I was doing it for myself. I con the big wigs out of it, or use brute force if needed. Then I would just see all these families that struggled out on the streets are barely scrapping by and.. why not give back a little? The rewards are great and the friends that soon followed are even greater.” I scribble down some new information on the backside of a piece of paper as he continues. “They never knew what was coming since I was so unpredictable. Sometimes it’d be easy, like giving someone a flower.” He chuckles. “But my friends would let me know if there’s trouble in the future, so that flower may turn acidic. Who knows?” He shrugs with a grin. “I assume you know how I was captured?”

“No actually, I didn’t. Care to enlighten me?”

“Hm, so (Y/N) doesn’t know everything?” He averts his eyes to the table, then back up at me. “I was meant to team up with Joker and Harley; they wanted to rob the richest bank in Gotham, keeping every last dime for themselves, but.. that’s not the way I work, since everybody gets an equal cut. Me being me, my friends and I devised a plan to steal some money back for the ones who rightfully deserve it. It all worked out pretty well from the get go, until that bat caught wind a day after the heist. In the end though, the three of us ended up with nothing except for a long sentence here.” He lets out a small laugh. “The Joker and Harley Quinn though. Isn’t that a story?”

I lean back in my chair, arms crossed. “It’s not love, Mr. Joseph. It’s infatuation, lust, obsession, all from Harley’s end. What they have is abusive and unhealthy.”

He raises a brow. “I never said it was. However, I do think it’s interesting on how they met.” A smile plays on his lips. “Kinda like this, huh? A psychiatrist and a sociopath-”

“Stop! You’re making idiotic assumptions.” I cut him off abruptly making him laugh. “I keep things strictly professional at my sessions for one, and I do not have Harley’s mindset for two.”

“It’s only a thought, but I agreed with you. It’s toxic and I don’t appreciate the way he treats her.” His tone of voice changes when looks to the ground. “The emotional and psychical abuse is appalling. Why would you want to hurt someone who cares for you so deeply?”

“Maybe because he’s the very definition of insane?”

“I’ll admit I do have issues, but I could never resort to hurting people I care about.”

I throw him a small smile. “Well this is a good start Mr. Joseph.” Pushing my glasses up on my nose, I clear my throat then ask. “So how did you get started doing this? Did it just happen?”

“Same as every story. I needed some money, but I wasn’t stupid enough to put on a ski mask and walk in the front, guns blazing.” He chuckles. “Because I’m careful. It took me a few weeks to plan the whole thing, smoothed out every bump, but I went in that bank as calm as could be, posing as a completely different person. Then bam, took someone’s entire life savings right out from under them. The money was nice so I just kept going; I was supporting my family, and those less fortunate. However, the more money that came in, the more attention I got, but the more attention I got, more friends came knocking on my door. It didn’t happen often though, since every time I’d pull a heist, I would just vanish. Those friends who did come have been observing me, learning my trick and trade. They loved it so much that they found me and wanted in.”

“You weren’t worried about undercover police?”

He scoffs and rolls his brown eyes. “Please, I have a fabulous read on people. They’re like ghosts to me, I can see right through them. So no, I wasn’t worried and no one tried any funny business either I made sure of that.” He leans back in his chair. “Of course, these heists weren’t clean all the time, people were difficult like I’ve mentioned. Things got bloody..” He grows quiet, a blank stare fixated on the table.

“Did you not want it to be that way?” He’s silent for a few moments. There seems to be a different side of Tyler that hates who he has become or at least from what I’ve concluded so far. This other person inside of him prevents his true self from showing, however it’s my job to reveal it.

“Um, n-no not at first. I didn’t want that on me, but.. sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, ya know? Now it happens so often that it doesn’t phase me anymore.” He lets out a small laugh. “Typical sociopath, huh?”

“It’s doesn’t have to be like that, Mr. Joseph. You can change and I’ll help you do so. It’s my job after all.”

“What if I don’t want to change? What if I’m perfectly content with the way I am?”

“How? I don’t understand. Don’t you want to walk down the street without people looking away in fear or without being on the run twenty-four seven? It has to be exhausting for you and your friends.”

“It’s fine, we’re fine.” The tone of his voice is flat.

“What about a family or a wife? Don’t you want those, too?” He doesn’t say anything. Maybe I’ve struck an intellectual gold mine in that mind of his. “People are afraid of you. How can you have something if everyone just runs away all the time?” No response. Time to move, I guess. I scan over the next section of my notes that I want to discuss. “What can you tell me about Joshua Dun?”

He finally speaks meeting my eyes with a cold hard gaze. “Nothing. Don’t speak of him.” The harshness in his voice sends a chill throughout my entire body.

“Isn’t he your best friend though?”

“Don’t fucking talk about him!” He screams suddenly, arising from his chair. It screeches against the concrete floor. My heart jumps out of my chest and my eyes widen in fear. “Ask me anything you fucking want, but leave him out of it!” His brown eyes are dark with anger, not large and innocent as before. The tone of his voice is hostile. Even though his arms are bound, he could still potentially injure me. From what I’ve read, he’s rather crafty so I assume he’s escaped straitjackets once or twice. My shaky hand reaches for the red button. His gaze immediately falls down to my quivering fingers and in an instant his emotions change. “No, no, please don’t press that.” His voice is quiet as he takes a step closer. I look back up at him and his eyes are watery. A feeling of remorse washes over me, but they still hover over the button. “Please (Y/N), I don’t mean to scare you.” He glances at the door. “It’s just that.. It’s a sensitive subject for me. Josh was my best friend and my right hand man.. He was taken here when I was, but they did things to him. They changed him. He’s not Josh anymore! Not the one I know!”

“Mr. Joseph-”

He collapsed to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I get up from my seat and squat down in front of him, coaxing him with gentle words. “I’m sorry I didn’t know. I promise I won’t bring him up anymore. It was just a part of my session.”

“A part of your session..” He mumbles. “Do you even care about me or is this just work for you?”

“Of course I care, that’s why I’m here.”

“No, you’re here because they want me to talk out my feelings.” He sniffles, the tears still falling. “I’m so tired of talking. Why can’t they just leave me to die in here?”

What I did next surprised even myself. I’m a stern follower of rules when it comes to my job, but I just couldn’t handle him speaking like that. I engulf him in a tight hug and noticed him flinch at my touch, but he relaxes and buried his head into my shoulder, still sniffling.

“Don’t say that. Everyone gets better, even the ones who are ready to give up. We won’t speak of Josh anymore, I promise.”

“Thank you,” He whispers. “A-and I don’t mind talking with you either. You’re.. very nice company.”

* * *

Tyler has by far been the most interesting patient I have ever treated. His view of the world is astonishing and how he came to be as well. Most of my days have been spent with him in that dull white room as we talk the day away. Each minute that goes by he opens up more, exposing what I feel is his old self. He discusses more normal topics with me and is more attentive when I speak. He even told me a tiny bit about his past, which is still a sensitive subject for him. I mentioned some things about my life, which again is another rule broken, but I can’t help but be myself around him. He’s still a patient in a strait jacket. The professional side of me screams, but that’s going to change today. Since he’s dramatically improved by my stand point, I think he doesn’t need one anymore. I don’t feel as if he’s a threat. Anytime I’ve tried to press the button, he immediately feels remorse and apologizes profusely before sitting back down in his chair. He has a hatred for the doctors here and the guards, yet he never had the intent of hurting any of them. He just stays away. These past few weeks have been rather remarkable.

The two usual guards greet me with a nod as I approach the door. Scanning my badge of the pad beside the door, I hear the four locks click then it opens and inside I step with my briefcase and a little surprise for him. The heavy door shuts behind me as I walk over to the table, heels clicking like normal. Instead of my usual bun, my hair flows loosely down over my shoulders. Mainly, because I was running a little late this afternoon. This other doctor, Martin, who works in the ward has been trying to ask me out for a few days now. While I do admire his feeble attempts, I’m just not into dating right now. So it’s becoming sort of a bother, but nothing I can’t handle. “Hi, (Y/N). You’re a little late. Something I didn’t expect from someone so pristine as you.” He smiles warmly as I sit down, smoothing out my skirt. I set my case on the table.

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s a long story. It’s nice to see you, too, Tyler.” I return his smile.

He chuckles and leans back in his chair, arms bound by the rather hideous jacket. “Trust me I have all the time to listen to your endeavors.”

“Okay, but first I have a surprise for you.”

He raises a brow as I stand up and motion him to do the same. “Turn around,” He does so hesitantly. My fingers carefully undo the four buckles in the back then turn him around as stares at me in awe. The only thing that’s holding his arms now is the front strap so I release that, too. His arms fall to his sides, the bindings graze the floor. “You’re letting me go?”

“Well, not exactly. I’m not making you wear that anymore. You’ve improved so much, it’s not necessary. And.. I trust you.”

“You don’t know how much that means to me to hear you say that.” He says, beaming. He takes throws the jacket on the floor, revealing the top half of his orange jumpsuit. “Wow, I feel so free!” He exclaims as he stretches the muscles in his arms. “Thank you!”

I giggle. “You’re welcome, but I also have one more thing for you.” I pop open my suitcase and he starts to come over but I stop him with my finger. “Hold on! Don’t ruin the surprise!” He chuckles then gasps when I reveal the all black jumpsuit. “I know awhile ago you said you didn’t love the orange so I pulled some strings and got you this.”

“I appreciate it, (Y/N).” He takes it with a grin and holds it up to himself before thanking me again. He folds it up and sets it on the table. “As much as I enjoy everything, seeing you is still the best thing so far.” I feel my cheeks heat up. Ah yes, Tyler has gotten more charming since our first meeting. I’m not going to say I don’t enjoy all the admiration because that’s a lie, but I need to refuse his compliments. Too bad that’s almost impossible. “Now the little flower is as red as a rose.”

“You certainly have a way with words.”

“It’s how I am. So what did you want to tell me?” He sits back down in the metal chair, as do I.

“Right. I was running late because there’s this other doctor who keeps asking me on dates when clearly I’m not interested. I refused his offers, but he’s so persistent.” His look is rather.. distant as soon as my explanation leaves my lips. His warm brown eyes turn cold. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a gossip especially with you, it’s very unprofessional.” I shrug it off like its nothing.

“No, it’s fine.” Tyler retorts, not moving an inch. “What’s his name?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not, (Y/N)? We’re friends, right?” He throws me a half smirk, making my heart pound in my chest. I nod. “So what it is?”

“Martin,” At the mention of his name, Tyler rolls his eyes and grimaces. Fingers balling into two tight fists.

“I hate that man. He’s always poking his tools at my friends, thinking he can fix our minds by digging into our brains. He’s the one who corrupted Josh..”

“I’m sorry. I’ve never agreed to lobotomy; I always thought it was inhumane, and to know that he was the one to do that to Josh..” I gulp, trailing off. “He hasn’t tried anything on you, has he?”

He shakes his head with that same smirk. “No, but I appreciate your concern for me.” His hand inches toward mine and slides over the top before his fingers curl around my palm. His touch is cool, feeling like a million pinpricks at first, but now is as soft as a pile of feathers. My eyes flick up to him in response to his courageous action, yet I don’t pull away. Instead, my thumb brushes over his fingertips.

“I told you I care about my patients. I don’t believe that surgery is going to fix anything except make you a vegetable. I certainly don’t want that for you.”

His other hand comes under his chin, the look of warmth returning to those chocolate eyes along with my admiration for them. “I’m glad we are on the same page.” He pauses. “Hey, could you do something else for me?” I answer with a hum, too focused on gazing upon every feature of his face. A chiseled jawline that’s covered with a dark stubble, the small curve on his chin, a small slender nose, pale pink lips that are slightly chapped, and those hypnotizing brown eyes that hold my attention every time I look at them. His voice is rather quiet. “Can we take a field trip somewhere tomorrow? I need a change of scenery.”

“I think I can arrange something.”

“Thank you, lovely.”

* * *

The trip to the white washed room was much lighter this time. I had no briefcase, my lab coat was left hanging on the coat rack back in my room in the ward. The only thing I have on my today is my ID badge to have access to other area on the island. It swings back and forth from its place clipped to the pocket of my blouse. I kept my promise and decided to relocate our session to a place of his choosing. Of course, this field trip is unapproved and not recommended. My temporary co-workers thought the idea was preposterous, saying that he was luring me to my misfortune. Internally, I rolled my eyes at all their comments. He wouldn’t hurt me.

I trust him.

Greeting the security, I scan my badge and push open the metal door. To my surprise, I don’t spot Tyler in his usual spot in the chair. I scan the room then call out his name, my voice growing more worried with each blank response. Just as I turn around to exit, there he stands greeting me with a loud boo, a wide smirk forming just after. I jump backward, my hand falling over my chest which earns a small chuckle from him. “Where were you?”

“I was.. hiding. Over there.” He nods towards the far corner of the room where I glazed over at least four times. How could I miss the bright orange jumpsuit? Or the strait jacket?

“Why a-and.. how? I looked everywhere for you.”

He smiles. “I don’t know, I just wanted to mix it up a little, see if I still got it after these two months without any fun.” I shake my head with slight smile then start to unbuckle the front restraint. “There are many reasons why they called me Blurryface, lovely.” He says after a minute, eyes burning into my forehead. “I was just a guy in the shadows, a blur in broad daylight.” Meeting that brown gaze, an instant flush spreads across my cheeks making him giggle. I retreat behind him and undo those bindings as well.

“I see we are using past tense? What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t know. Change, perhaps? It’s just a thought, however.. So where are you taking me, (Y/N)?”

“Well that’s great news! I’m proud that you’re considering it. You’ve come so far. And I don’t know, I thought I’d let you choose since you’re the patient.” I say as I undo the last tie. His arms slip free, branching outward to stretch the muscles in his arms. I catch a glimpse of a two thin lines circling the entirety of his wrist. I can’t recall him ever having any tattoos; it’s not mentioned in his file and none are visible from the pictures I’ve seen. I’m curious to know if any other markings ink his tanned skin?

“So I can take you anywhere I want?” He asks when he turns around to face me.

“Well not.. anywhere. I don’t know what kind of trouble you could get me into.”

He throws me a closed mouth smirk. “Are.. are you afraid of me?”

“More afraid of what you’re capable of. I know how you manipulated those other women before me to get what you want. I don’t want to be the same, Tyler. I’m here to help you, not to hurt you.”

He seems a little a taken back at my address. I’m unsure what feeling those brown eyes hold: sadness, disappointment, or utter shock. Perhaps it’s a combination of all three. “How could I hurt something that I adore so much? It doesn’t make any sense; I’m no Joker.”

“There’s a large number of psychological reasons..”

My answer makes his bottom lip quiver. “It still doesn’t change that fact that I care for you.. Nothing can.”

How can someone so damaged have a slight grip on my heart? There’s nothing I want more than to say the same. I’d never thought I would come to face the fact that I have a small crush on one of my patients. He’s just so fascinating from all the handiwork he’s done, and charming from each little sentence that falls from his lips. And better yet, he’s changing for the better, I hope. There’s a small distance between us. “Make me believe you..”

All he does is throw me a smile, then grabs my hand leading us to the heavy metal door. “Better let me go first,” My hand falls out of his warm grasp as I make the move to push open the door. He mutters something under his breath as I walk out, the two guards standing by the door are appalled and draw their weapons immediately. “Miss? What are you doing? He’s not in his restraints!”

“What’s wrong boys? Afraid I’ll rough ya up again like last time?” Tyler chuckles then I shoot him a glare, wiping the smile off his face. Clearing my throat, I address the worried men. “Gentlemen, this is all apart of my session. We have made progress where he no longer is required to have the jacket. I have everything under control, trust me.”

They look at each other with hesitation, guns still drawn. “I don’t know miss, he’s an unstable one. Causes us the most trouble here aside from the Clown Prince..”

“We will be fine. I have a radio if anything goes wrong. Just let me continue my work, please?” Once again, they share a glance then lower their weapons, nodding. I give thanks, then head towards the exit, keeping an hand wrapped around Tyler’s bicep. It feels so.. strong underneath my grasp.

“You’re a sweet talker, I like that.” He whispers, making me blush as we walk out of the guard’s sight. The screams from other patients in their cell taunts me, but Tyler smiles with delight, some even call out his name. They must be his friends. His hands falls around my shoulders when he senses how tense I’ve become. My body instinctively draws closer, the heat from his torso is oddly comforting. “Don’t worry lovely, we are almost there. I’ll keep you safe.” We weave through the hallways until we enter the large botanical garden filled with flowers of all colors and lush greens. Poison Ivy’s cell isn’t too far away, but she’s sealed off to prevent calling for her children to help her. “And here we are! Isn’t it pretty?” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, taking in all the scents and smells.

“Yes, it is. Do you come here often?”

Nodding, his hand slides off my shoulder and down my arm to my hand, lacing our fingers together we start to stroll around. “Guess you could say this is my happy place? Ya know some place for your mind to escape to?” He admires the greenery flourishing on every patch of dark soil. “And every petal here reminds me of you..” His voice grows faint and soft. His fingers pluck off a purple Dahlia with a yellow center, then offers it to me. Thanking him, I take it gently with a shy smile and lift to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent. “A flower for my flower.” He whispers.

“Yes, this is Outpost A, we have a Code Red concerning the medical ward, Code Red in the medical ward. Over.”

The intercom buzzes over head. “Oh my,” I whisper in awe. His eyes fall the floor suddenly, almost like he’s nervous. “What’s the matter, Tyler?” I place the flower inside my pocket. He stutters to make a complete sentence and begins stepping away from me. My brows come together in confusion. “You can tell me, it’s alright.”

“Doctor Martin is down, along with several others. I repeat multiple medical staff are down! Inmates are in the loose, requesting backup!”

My eyes widen in horror and my jaw drops to the floor. He looks up with a watery gaze, outstretching his hands wanting me to stay close. “Please.. I-I didn’t do anything; you have to believe me.. don’t leave me.. everyone always leaves me. I love you, lovely, please stay!” Sirens are heard throughout the compound followed pair countless pairs of boots hitting the grass. “Say something!” Seconds later, guards pile into the garden and fly past my shoulders, grabbing Tyler by each bicep. I just watch with tears in my eyes as he calls my name, trying to break free. “No! Stop!”

It’s not long before they’ve taken him away to who knows where and I’m alone with my thoughts. So many are bouncing around in my brain, I can’t see straight. He loves me? Did he kill Martin? Who escaped? What are they going to do with him? “He really does care for you dear.” My head turns to the sultry voice of Poison Ivy. I must’ve been so out of it that I stumbled into her chamber a few feet away. She strolls up to the bullet proof glass wearing nothing but a deep red blouse held together with only one button and a leaf bikini bottom. Vines likes veins cover her entire body except for her pale green face, and her eyes are illuminating a neon green color. Hair like fire falls down past her bust.

“What..?” I sob.

“He comes here a lot when he escapes from his cell. A kind fellow indeed, much better than that clown. His intentions are good, but people see it as evil. It’s sad to confuse it. Simply he’s giving to the less fortunate. Taking from folk who don’t deserve it, although I’m sure you know that.” I nod slowly. What is she getting at? “He loves you dearly. Talks about you all the time to himself or to me. So I have to say it’s an honor to me you even I feel like I already know you.”

“Why would he do that for me? Kill..?”

“Love makes people do crazy things. You of all people should know, doctor. But who is to say it was him? Martin certainly is an evil man.. so who knows? He certainly has his enemies.”

“Did they take him somewhere different?”

“Probably the isolation chamber underground. That’s where all the severly unstable people are, but aren’t we all? That’s why we are here.” And with that she disappears back into the shadows of her cell laughing to herself, and I’m left wondering: do I actually feel the same?

* * *

The high moon leaks in from the small window of my room. My fingers peck the keys on my desktop computer as update some information on another patient of mine. My glasses rest of the tip of my nose like a librarian’s as I focus hard on the screen. The tendrils of hair on either side of my head hang loosely from my bun. They occasionally tickle my cheek so I blow them out of the way. Hitting enter one more time, I finish the inputting data and close my laptop then slide it into the case located underneath my bed. My eyes find the familiar manila folder located on the far end of the minimalist room; inside it contains information of the man who seems to be taking a hold of my heart and squeezing tightly, refusing to let go. I avert my eyes as my lips form a small line, as if he’s standing in the room. He loves you dearly. Was Ivy being honest or just pushing me over the edge? Am I insane for trusting a deranged criminal? I push myself of my temporary bed and pace around the room, his voice whispers in my ear. How can I hurt someone I adore so much?

A flower for my flower. My shaky hands dives into my pocket and pulls out the perfectly preserved Dahlia. It’s almost like I feel his presence behind me. The small breeze from the open window is like his breath grazing the side of my neck. As my eyes flutter close, I see him there with his strong arms wrapped around my waist and those lips below my ear. I love you, lovely, please get me out of here. With eyes snapping open, I tuck the gift back inside my pocket and grab my badge off the desk. Clipping it on the pocket of my white button up that’s tucked into some black slacks, I head over to the door and open only to come face to face with two military personnel. “Oh gentlemen, you startled me.”

“Sorry miss, but due to the recent issue we have to keep close watch on everyone in this department.”

“I’m sorry to have heard, but if it’s not any trouble would you mind escorting me to the hospital? I seem to have left some paperwork I need for a patient I was treating there.”

He gives his colleague a look then nods his head to follow. The walk was silent and chilly, but when we reached the doors of the hospital I broke it. “Did you find out who committed the crime?”

“We think it was Blurryface’s crew, but some inmates were also Joker’s so we are unsure who executed the order.” I guide them towards the area near where they keep the vaccines.

“I’ll be just a moment.” I slip into the storage area and rummage not for paperwork, but a powerful tranquilizer used for calming out of control patients. I grabbed two vials, filling two needles to an appropriate dosage. With this amount, it should take ten seconds to take the down. I peer through the small window of the door and see that both have their back turned towards it, both sharing small talk. I’ll admit my palms feel sweaty, but I’m not killing them. I’m simply putting them to sleep for awhile. I grab a handful of papers off a filing cabinet and exit into the hallway, encouraging them to lead me back to my room. We walk back outside and head back to my room, but before the reached halfway to my building, I pulled out the needles and jabbed both into each of their necks. They yelped a tiny bit before collapsing to the ground, their guns and keys clinking during the fall. A surge of adrenaline rushed through me when I plucked the keys from the guard’s pocket and rushed towards my next destination.

The isolation cell pathway was dark, eerie, and lonely. Echoes of tormented patients fill my ear drums making my feet pick up the pace. The clicks of my heels reverberate off the concrete walls. I wish Tyler was with me; I need his comfort. At the end of the hallway is a set of stairs leading down to a lowly lit corridor, and at the end resides a giant metal door with one guard posted beside it. How am I going to get by him? I let out a nervous sigh and start down the hallway; I’ll just play it by ear. “Ma'am, are you lost? You’re not suppose to be down here.”

“What do you mean? This is where I was directed by the Captain.” I cross my arms to show assertiveness. “This is where my patient is being held now and he’s instructed that I continue my work.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“It’s only seven. You know what? Fine. If you want to interfere with the Captain’s orders, I’ll be certain to mention your name,” I lean over and squint at his name tag. “George. I’ll be on my way.” I turn on my heel and smile to myself when he calls out to me then apologizes. Upon thanking him, I watch him pull out his own set of keys to unlock the door. He closes it behind me; the heavy metal causes an echo.

My feet step inside the main chamber that’s floored with a soft material that stretches up along the walls and across the ceiling. There is only one toilet and small cot. Nothing else. Tyler sits on the cot cross legged, his back is to me. The only thing different about him is the jumpsuit. It’s not longer that fluorescent orange, but jet black. The sight warms my heart. “Tyler?” My voice sounds shaky, like I’m nervous to be around him all of a sudden. He turns his head to the sound, then stands immediately. “(Y/N)..? What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.. to make sure you’re alright. Are you?” He scoffs, ignoring the question, so I move on. “Did you.. kill him?”

He looks confused. “What?”

“Martin?” I whisper, overwhelming disappointment filling me up like a bottle. Tears are on the brim when he walks closer. “I just need to know if you did..”

“I-I didn’t do a-anything..” He replies in a small voice. “I was in my cell the whole time, thinking about today..” He averts his eyes to the ground.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Then I hear him sniffle. “I didn’t want him to bother you anymore.. so I sent in some of my friends to take care of it..” He looks up with wet cheeks. “Don’t hate me, lovely. You mean so much to me; I was only trying to protect you.”

Now I’m the one to start sobbing. After all this time I’ve spent with him, he hasn’t changed one bit. The only thing has changed are my feelings for him. My heart aches and still feels an attraction for him, another rule broken. It was all a game. They weren’t lying when they said he was unpredictable. I should’ve known better than to trust those sweet words. “Please don’t cry,” He asks, stepping even closer, bringing his already soft down to a whisper.

“I worked so hard with you, Tyler, then you go and pull something like this? I feel betrayed, like all you said was a lie just to reel me in like your old doctors.”

“I could never lie to you. You are something special, (Y/N), trust me. You’re the light in this dark deep head of mine.”

My gaze falls to the ground, muttering. “How can I believe that..?”

“I don’t know, but that flower still in your pocket says something, or those empty needles in the other. Why would you go through all the trouble just to see a messed up soul like me? A guy in the shadows?”

Looking up at him, I find a soft kindness that resides in the those chocolate eyes along with a little something different. I just can’t put my psychological finger on it. His thumb slides across my cheek, wiping away the stray tears then it stays. The touch is gentle and warm, something unexpected from him. “I meant what I said in the garden.. when I said that I loved you.“ And I love you, Tyler. My brain begs me to say, but my mouth refuses to move. "Remember when you asked me about having a normal life? Where I could walk down the street without people being afraid of me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And about having a beautiful wife and kids?” I nod this time. “What if I told that I wanted all that, and that your time with me wasn’t wasted? Unlike the others doctors, your approach was different. It seemed like you actually cared about what I had to say instead of just writing down stuff in your book. I want to have a normal life.. with you, lovely.”

My hand meet the back his; my eyes fluttering shut to prevent more tears from escaping. “I don’t know if we can ever have that after what you’ve done.” 

anonymous asked:

Please, don't move to that moldy apartment! You might survive without asthma or other infections. But think about ethan! He's living every single day breathing that molded air in the apartment. You sometimes can go out and have fresh air but he can't. Mold is dangerous, it can't be washed away. Pls, think one more timebefore moving. If you get sick there's a possibility you have to give up all your stuff 'cos there's mold everywhere. Happened to my brother, trust me, I know. All the best xoxo

Hey! Thank you, i know this message comes from a place of concern. I’ve had two different people look at the mold since my last post, who have both said, it’s no biggie, and i’ve sent a very lengthy message to my landlord who said he would be working on it. 
However, beyond that, this is the appartment I can afford. I know youtubers aren’t always so clear with what kind of money they make, and it may seem like we live lavish lives, but the yellow, one bedroom apartment with a little bit of mold in the bathroom is what I can afford, and sustain as of right now. 
Plus, Pennsylvania doesn’t recognize mold as a reason to break the lease, unless it creates an inhabitable living space, which, in my situation, it does not. 
It took me a few weeks to gather up funds for the first, last and security, and my landlord was really cool with me showing him what little proof I do have of income (Youtubers are paid monthly, based on views, so my payment is inconsistent, and I don’t have ‘pay stubs’) 
My friend even took off the utility panel, or whatever the little trap door behind the tub is called, and told me the mold had not traveled through to the other side of the wall.
In philadelphia, for my budget, this is what you get. I don’t have any issue with fixing up my apartment, and actually hope that if I move out before my lease, one of my friends can take my apartment from me, since it IS very affordable considering the neighborhood and location, and honestly some sort of hidden gem despite the mold. I know a lot of people have told me, “Don’t put any work into this apartment, it’s a waste of time!” but I really do like DIY and home improvement, and patching up some drywall, and repairing some mold damage sounds like something that would empower me. ESPECIALLY if it meant benefiting me, and whoever takes my apartment after me. 
Through tears, and powerful feelings of regret, there is an overall sense of accomplishment i’ve noticed in the last few days, and even now, talking about the mold, or shuffling through messages similar to this one which suggest harm to my cat; i feel better, and look forward to everything ahead of me. 

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“i’m going to write some fluffy prompts” i said, and then i got sucked into an angst black hole, but then @millennium-queen drew {this amazing adorable shallura pic} and suddenly i was all about that fluff once more! so this is a sorta 1000-followers-special-thing with just fluff and cuteness. also for @braincoins, who wanted Shiro giving Allura flowers and Allura not understanding what it meant. enjoy and thanks for following!


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“Come on - you can work later,” she insisted.

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