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TEW Dating Headcanons

Dating Sebastian would involve:

  • Falling asleep alone but waking up with him. He doesn’t like staying out late for work, but definitely makes up for it with warm cuddles
  • This man cannot cook but will try his very best to impress you with plenty of home cooked meals and other little labors of love
  • Sometimes when he’s drunk he really can’t keep all the horrible things he’s seen, and all his fears from spilling out. He’s always afraid you’ll leave because of he’s such a unreliable wreck. Just hold him tight. He’s a sensitive guy and needs love and support.
  • Big on PDA, no mater the time or the place if he gets the urge to kiss and cling to you it’s going to happen
  • Acts really confident and serious during lewd acts but will fall apart if you give him attention
  • Seb’s a detective. He almost always a pair of handcuffs on hand. No need to say anything else.

Dating Joseph would involve:

  • He is such a dork and will try to be really formal and polite the first few months you are dating. A bit old fashioned and always a gentleman.
  • Working at the KPD is overwhelming but with your support he feels like he can do anything
  • So passionate it’s rather infectious. Seeing him get excited about a movie/book/whatever seems to rub off on you even if you have zero knowledge/investment in what he’s obsessing over
  • Loves receiving PDA. Hoh boy its wild how reactive he is to every little touch. He’s a bit loud though, so maybe save it for home and not at the station.
  • He’s so soft spoken and gentle but he is fucking strong. It’s almost frightening when you see him work with an axe to cut wood. Wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of that.
  • Soft cinnamon roll in the streets, total freak in the sheets

Dating Ruvik would involve:

  • First and foremost is his work. If you really are serious about being with him, be ready to lend a helping hand in the lab
  • PDA is a no go at first. He’s not too self conscious about his burns but still doesn’t like being touched or exposed for prolonged periods of time. gradually he’ll come to enjoy holding hands and hugs, but it’ll take some trust.
  • Ruvik is petty as fuck and will hold grudges. Expect small acts of revenge (nothing lethal or really harmful) in the strangest of places.
  • His version of ‘talking dirty’ is using very detached and scientific observations to describe the situation he has you in and what he plans to do you. Don’t expect your actual name to be used. You are just another test subject after all.
  • While he doesn’t seem to care and appears cold at times, he is trying so hard to be a better man. While they are few and far between, he will make grand gestures to try and show how he really feels.

Dating Laura would involve:

  • Sneeking out in the middle of the night to see her at the Victoriano mansion
  • She is so soft and beautiful but she is such a fighter. She has a strong spirit and will do anything to protect what she believes in and you are constantly amazed by her sheer resolve
  • She will always blush really hard if you compliment her, without fail. She says she doesn’t like all the flattery but really she holds everything you say close to her heart
  • She will sing until you fall asleep, and loves writing small songs about you
  • She isn’t super confident with PDA, so you’ll have to make the first move. With some reasurement that you love being seen with her she’ll get much more daring with handholding/kissing in public
  • The last gift you receive before the fire from her is a small locket with a picture of the both of you inside.

Dating Stefano would involve:

  • Art. 24/7. You’ll never not be hearing about his art or other artists that he admires.
  • Stefano is rather private about how his art is made and doesn’t divulge many details, but loves the fact that you constantly ask how he does it.
  • Will never ask you to model for him. Don’t take it personally. He just wants to keep you all to himself. The world doesn’t deserve to see the true face of his muse.
  • Not super into PDA but he does leave plenty of marks in the bedroom. No public displays are needed for other people to know that you’re taken.
  • Stefano might take a few pictures now and then when you don’t realize he’s watching.
  • Despite his smug and superior attitude, he does have a good heart (most of the time) and always is someone you can depend on
  • Might like having you depend on him just a little too much…

Dating Tatiana would involve:

  • Team mom will do everything in her power to make you feel safe and loved
  • Not the best at expressing affection out loud and usually comes off as sarcastic but man is she a sap for writing poetry for you
  • She tries to maintain a small ‘garden’ in her office so she can give you bouquets when pretty flowers are in season
  • Middle of the road when it comes to PDA. Either no physical contact whatsoever or she goes full force.
  • She’s a dom. Sorry I don’t get to make the rules
  • She loves spoiling you with gifts

(Bonus: Monsters)

Dating Reborn Laura would involve:

  • General disclaimer, watch out for those nails
  • You were sure the thing was going to maul you the first time you encountered it, but soon the resemblance between the creature and your deceased lover makes sense
  • It’s hard to tell if this Laura remembers you or not, but you aren’t dead yet so that’s got to count for something
  • No need to fear the other creatures of STEM when your significant other is top of the food chain

Dating Haunted Joseph would involve:

  • It’s never clear if he wants to kiss you or eat you
  • So many bite and scratch marks.
  • Despite his aggressive nature, Joseph seems to have brief moments of lucidity in which he frantically apologizes for what he’s done to you.
  • Possessive and nasty as fuck. It’s not beneath him to openly take out his aggression on other Haunted so that any and all monsters will keep away from you and him.
  • Returning his affections will calm him… temporarily

Dating The Keeper would involve:

  • B i g boy
  • Expect to be carried in his arms or over his shoulder everywhere
  • Honestly the best at hugs and cuddles
  • The tentacles that sprout from the inside of his safe are a bit frightening but they seem to help The Keeper sense his surroundings and gradually become less scary.
  • Cant really kiss but will bend down to softly press his head against yours to show affection
  • Look you will probably die if you attempt lewds. If you are so determined to bang the Keeper just take it slow for your own sake

Dating Obscura would involve:

  • Loves cuddles but she doesn’t really realize that the size difference might be a bit hard on her human
  • Touching her ‘face’ makes her purr, just avoid smudging her lens!
  • Loves bringing back gifts and random things she finds in STEM. Some of these things are more pleasant than others…
  • Stefano is protective of his sweet Obscura. Don’t piss him off.
  • Obscura especially loves ‘surprise hugs’. Try not to have a heart attack when she drops from the ceiling to engage in some PDA

I was drowning

It was a Friday night, dark and cold on the Southside as Jughead Jones pulled his leather jacket tighter around his shoulders, tucking his chin to his chest to avoid the bitter winter wind that whipped through the doorway of the broken down bar.

As soon as he stepped into the Serpent run establishment it was clear something was very very wrong. Gang members were running hectic around the bar, shouting and confusion filling the air as the older men spoke harshly into their phones and younger Serpents bent down low and seemed to be talking to something underneath a table.

Jughead flung his keys down, moving slowly toward the older man currently standing to the side typing furiously into his cellphone.

“What’s going on?” Jughead asked, scanning the faces of about twenty very angry Serpents. The man named Viper snapped his head up, hands flinging into the air.

“A kid, they dropped off a kid! He’s under the table, all covered in blood. It’s a message. A damn threat.” He growled.

“A kid? What? What are you talking about?” The dark haired teenager stared blankly at the older leader of the Serpents.

“Look for yourself! He’s under the table, it’s the ghoulies! They’ve gone too far this time, he’s just a kid, can’t be anymore than four years old, you gotta call someone. Now!” He ordered, marching away.

Jughead made his way to the table, shoving the boys surrounding the cracked wood as he bent down, eyes instantly meeting the aqua blue ones of the tiny boy, blood caking his face and a ripped t shirt hanging off of his too small frame.
“What the fuck.” He whispered, tearing his eyes away, it was almost physically painful to see the signs of pure abuse.

“Jones!” Jughead jumped up, “I thought I told you to call someone!” Jughead looked at the scarred man

“Who am I even supposed to call?!”

“I don’t know! I don’t care just get that kid out from underneath the table, lord knows who’s blood that is.”

Pulling his phone out from the pocket of his jacket Jughead dialed involuntarily, he only realized who he had called when the familiar sugar sweet voice answered from the other end, slightly out of breathe and tired.


“Betty, I’m….I’m at the Whyte worm…I….I need you.”

There was silence for a moment before she answered

“I’m on my way.”

The line went dead.

17 minutes later the Beautiful Blonde slammed through the door wearing tiny brown ugg boots, her cheerleading uniform and an incredibly loose bun on the top of her head. Every man in the bar turned to stare at the leggy Blonde, half drooling half staring in utter confusion as she pushed past and headed directly towards the crowded table, simply nodding at Jughead as she passed.

Viper came quickly to stand beside Jughead
“You called your ex girlfriend?”

Jughead crossed his arms
“You told me to call someone, so I did.” He shrugged, eyes trained protectively on the girl now crouching by the table, hands on the floor.

They had broken up two months ago, it had been brutal, words flung angrily, accusations that held no merit. And it was his fault, there was no question, he wanted to protect her, protect her from the gang, from situations like this, protect her from everything, but….

God he missed her everyday. He needed her to breathe, needed her warmth to sleep, he was freezing. Needed her arms to float because damnit he was drowning and he couldn’t do it anymore.

And here she was, he called and she was here, she always was, no matter what. That was Betty Cooper and you were the luckiest human being in the world If she decided to love you.

Betty crawled slowly towards the table, the warmest smile on her lips as she looked at the terrified child squeezed in the corner.

“It’s scary out here isn’t it?” She whispered, her voice echoing in the dead silent bar, she had everyone captured, they were hooked.

The little boy barely nodded, his hands shaking as he moved just the tiniest bit closer.

“I know how you feel, it’s all new and it’s scary. Someone left you here and I’m so sorry that they did that but I can promise you that you’re safe now.”

He moved closer, a shock of black hair coming into view.

“What’s your name love.” Betty reached a hand out, reaching to brush a stray curl from his eyes.


The voice was so small, so broken and damaged, cracking and hurt. Jugheads chest was thudding.

“Well max, my names betty, it’s very nice to meet you. Hey! how about we go and get you something warm to wear and then we can talk, there’s snow on the ground little bug, it’s awfully chilly.”

The little boy crawled to her, hesitantly taking her hand
“I’m…. it’s… dirty.. blood.” He whispered.

Betty nodded, clutching the little boy and hoisting him up on her hip
“Nothing a little soap and water can’t fix, does anything hurt you?” She questioned, gently patting the little boy as he coughed, a tiny smile on his lips as her fingers tickled under his chin.

“No, just cold… just.. hungry.” He whispered, burying his head into her neck, blood smearing over her smooth skin.

“Okay Love, Okay. Let’s go get cleaned up and then we’ll eat something okay?”

He nodded and Betty headed off towards the bathroom, eyes catching Jugheads, a broken hearted kind of look in her eyes.

As soon as the little boy and the blonde had left the room the silence broke.

“She’s magic.”

“I want to marry her.”

“She can be my baby mama any day.”

“But those legs.”

Viper turned to Jughead
“Good job. We have a lot to talk about, group meeting at my trailer, bring the girl as soon as she gets the boy down. She might be interested in what we have to say.” It was an order, not a suggestion and Jughead Knew there was no way of getting her out of this situation.

They were screwed.

Abort Mission - Steve x Reader. Drabble

Authors/Notes: This was so fun to write! Thank you, love!

Gif: used below

Sent by: My lovely Emma (who sent like a billion and i love her for that!) @girl-next-door-writes

Note/Warnings: Fluffy fluff, kissing, nervousness

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

 Steve had just pulled his shirt off and was heading to the shower when you knocked on his door. He walked over curiously but smiled when he saw you standing just on the other side of the frame.

 “Hey, I was just about to shower, what’s up?”

 “Oh,” You flushed at the site of his bare arms. “No, It’s- it’s nothing. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. It can wait.”

 Steve picked up your distress from your first word and his brows furrowed. You turned to leave when he reached out and gently took your hand. “(Y/N) wait. What’s wrong?” As he pulled your arm to lead you to his room he noticed a rise in your body temperature.

 “I just- really it’s nothing important-”

  Steve’s voice was gentle when he cut you off. “(Y/N).” He looked you with those stupid blue eyes. Those eyes that told you you can trust him. 

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good is better than perfect

David doesn’t notice how much of a neat freak Max really is until he adopts him. And he isn’t the normal type of neat freak. He’s violent and always seems on the verge of a meltdown anytime something is misplaced. Not to say that David dislikes cleanliness by any means, but it gets out of hand when he takes his shoes off in the kitchen and walks away, leaving the aforementioned shoes in the middle of the floor, as well as an empty cup on the counter.

Of course, as soon as the ten year sees it, he yells a string of obscene insults, rushing to put the things where they belong. “God fucking damnit, David! What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you clean up after yourself?! You fucking slob!”

In response, the counselor hardly contains a sigh. It’s become so common that Max snaps at him over menial displacements and slight messes, that David’s beginning to wonder if he has some type of OCD. “Now, Max, I didn’t intentionally leave those things in their incorrect spots. I’m sure I would’ve passed by them later and cleaned them up right away! There’s nothing to get upset over.”

There’s an animalistic growl of frustration as Max furiously rinses the used cup at the sink. “It’s simple shit, David! Just prevent the mess before you make it! Are you dumb? Is there something you’re not understanding? Shoes go in the closet or in the stupid fucking shoe holder thing at the door! Cups go in the sink and then in the dishwasher when you’re done putting your nasty lips on them to drink you’re nasty fucking kiwi water!”

“I know that, Max. I’m just saying I didn’t mean to leave my mess about and it just slipped my mind.” David frowns, watching the (almost shaky) movements of Max’s small brown hands as he puts the cup on the rings in the dishwasher. “It’s worrying how angry you get over messes.”

“You shouldn’t worry, it’s just - not wanting - t - to live in a dirty house!” His back is towards David, but the adult can clearly picture a flustered looking child face and he steps towards Max. “It’s - It’s - ”

“I have a feeling that it isn’t about that at all.” Somewhere in David’s mind, there’s a strange bias that Max simply doesn’t seem like the type of kid to take living a clean life too seriously. His hair would always be a rats nest if David didn’t nag him until he brushed it (though, his wild dark curls would usually swallow an entire comb before being subdued), he could go days holed up in his room without showering or brushing his teeth, etcetera. It had been shocking when he obediently folded laundry and kept his room tidy, as well as things David never asked him to do.

“What the fuck else could it be? I just…” His shoulders slump and he looks small. Like a ten year old. David dislikes that most people have a tendency to forget that Max, although with a mature outer shell, is still just a kid. “Why the fuck would you leave your stuff everywhere?! I don’t understand! All that does is get you fucking slapped and kicked down the stairs, is that something that you enjoy?! I speak from experience, it sucks! Why would you leave dirty dishes in the sink if you DON’T want to spend the night outside when it’s thirty fucking degrees outside? That’s stupid, Max! Don’t be fucking stupid, it’s that simple! And - uh… shit.” The ten year old halts as if just now realizing that his own name had left his lips, turning around to look at his legal guardian with green eyes that are glassy with tears. “I mean… it’s - ”

There are rare moments David allows himself to hug Max because he knows the boy is uncomfortable with affectionate gestures. (He grimaces when he thinks that it’s because he’d hardly been given them throughout his entire childhood.) However, he now wraps his lanky arms around Max’s tiny body, feeling the dampness of his big, soulful green eyes against his shirt. The other just stands for a moment, allowing himself to be embraced, before tentatively returning it, clutching his hands into David’s shirt hard, knuckles bleaching white from the force in which he holds onto the man. Soft sniffles and hiccups erupt from where his head is buried in David’s chest and his entire body shakes.

“It’s an abomination to ever hurt a child for any reason.” David says softly, a long fingered hand in Max’s hair, petting his head softly as the child cries against him. “And you’ll never be hurt by me because I value your safety and well being over the completion of a few chores everyday. I’d rather live in a filthy home than ever see you in pain, okay?”

There’s a brief, short nod and a tiny sob.

“All I want is for you to understand that. And I love you so, so much. More than I could love anything else. Even camp.” He chuckles, holding his son’s shoulders with a gentle firmness. “I just… want you to be happy.”

“If I was more emotionally stable, I’d deck you in the throat for hugging me.” Max mumbles into his shirt once his crying has died down to silent trails down his cheeks. “But. But I’m not. So, I won’t.”

“I’m honored, Maxamillion.”

He groans at the dreadful nickname. “Holy shit, you’re the lamest dad ever. Get off of me.”

“You acknowledge me as your dad?” Tears bud in David’s own eyes. “I’m your dad? And you’re my son?” He hugs the now weakly struggling Max harder. “I love you so much it’s unbelievable! And you’re letting me hug you! And we’re a family and that’s the most - ”


anonymous asked:

Ok so now I'm even more confused. I still think season 3&4 shiro is not the real shiro but like why doesn't anyone still notice this? I mean it's kinda obvious with shiros change in personality and not supporting Keith anymore. I feel like at least Keith should have picked up on something and realize that something isn't right here. What are u thoughts on this?

i think that keith knows shiro like the back of his hand. i think that if keith lost shiro twice and got him back twice, he would do anything to not lose him again. i think he would notice if there was something wrong with shiro, but he would notice it in the context of their interactions first and foremost, and i think he would blame himself first and shiro last for any change. i think he would push shiro away before things could get worse.

i think keith knows something is wrong with shiro, but would do anything not to lose him again–i think him leaving is the only option that he felt was open to him. he rejected shiro before shiro could reject him.

anonymous asked:

You know what weakness is? Friends to lovers, the I-will-not-rise-my-hand-against-anyone-even-if-they-hurt-me-but-if-you-look-at-my-friends-wrong-way-and-I-will-bash-your-head-in, POWER COUPLE, Quiet and Calm trying to keep track of Loud and Obnoxious, "I WILL END THEM!" "I call dibs on the smug one". On Bleach the Sado/Ichigo ship hit all of my bottons and then some, truly a great pair that needs more love

I agree with all of this, yes. 

anonymous asked:

Could I please request some hcs for Todoroki and Midoriya of their s/o had baby face but was trying to be sexy? Like how they'd react? (Sorry if this is weird!)

Shouto Torodoki
❄️ Poor boy…he’s already quite dense with normal social interactions and when you pull this on him, he’s genuinely confused.
❄️ Stare blankly at you.
❄️…Until you gave up and got slightly mad that your moves didn’t work.
❄️He went after you, completely unable to understand what he did wrong and asked what he did wrong…
❄️…In which you awkwardly confessed, embarrassed.
❄️He grasped your hand and kissed it, “I still find you sexy either way.”
❄️Y/N.exe has stopped working…
❄️Shouto moves was effective.

Izuku Midoriya
🐢Pause for a moment, completely stunned.
🐢Did you just…or was his mind playing a trick on him?
🐢It took seconds for him to connect the dots.
🐢And when he does, he’s flushing crimson and started muttering a chain of gibberish.
🐢Izuku.exe has stopped working…
🐢Your moves was effective.

- Admin Yuu 

anonymous asked:

How about an AU where Jesse died in that one part in ep 2 making the wrong diamond tool.? Sorry not sorry

while frantically trying to find a way out of the room, petra can’t help but mutter about jesse being an idiot somewhat tearfully.

without jesse there to decide, it takes a lot longer to pick who goes for the clock, and the ice endercreepers get way too close for anyone’s comfort. they almost fail.

no one knows what to tell radar. very little needs to be explained for him to realize jesse’s dead, though

stella has mixed feelings about it; on the one hand, her rival’s out of the way. on the other, her rival’s gone.

the admin thinks it to be funny and jokes about it repeatedly in front of everyone, who don’t seem to share his amusement.

anonymous asked:

C-can you do romantic head canons with beirut and fernand? 😶😳

// I’m the wrong person to ask about this because I actually don’t ship Berkut/Fernand (and neither does our Fernand), so it’s not really something I think about.

In fact, I HC Berkut to be rather standoffish around Fernand. To him, Fernand is still very much an inferior (being both a knight and a Zofian) and so Berkut never bothers to get particularly close to him beyond what is acceptable of a prince-vassal relationship.

On the other hand, @ohfallengrace actually writes her Fernand as viewing Berkut as a younger brother, to replace the family he lost. This is one-sided though, and Berkut would probably not take too kindly to finding out that Fernand sees him this way (because 1) he may be physically younger but Fernand still should be looking up to him, and 2) that level of familiarity is dangerous). It’s an interesting dynamic though, and I hope I get to explore their relationship more in future threads.

mscarter  asked:

Oh you thought that was my last one😤😤😤😤? Oh well you’re wrong 👀👀. Never judge a book by its cover. But okay like having a huge argument and then a surprised makeout session to have HEATED ANGRY SEX ON HIS FUCKING FLIFFLY WHITE LIVIGN ROOM CARPET. 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

@hollandwritings​ this was less nsfw bc im sooo sleepy now HAHA

“you now what? you’re being unreasona—” soon you were cut off with a pair of lips that you always could not resist.

“you really talk too much sometimes, darling,” harry retorts before continuing the kiss, pushing your back against the wall.

strangely enough your hands would reach over the back of his head and the nape tugging him closer towards your face. meanwhile his hands would pull the hem of your shit over your head and instantly unclasp your bra, revealing your breasts just in front for him —later on harry would eventually disrobe his shirt too.

with his hands he attempted to carry your weight which made you squeal between actions before feeling him lay you down against the living room floor. he disconnected the kiss look down at you while he hurriedly unbuttoned his pants. “you know i still hate you for earlier,” 

“yeah shut up. don’t ruin the mood,” he stated once more before leaning down and pressing his soft lips against your bare, exposed skin around your neck. you further felt him bite onto your sensitive area as he harshly sucked onto it, creating the territorial bruise that always screamed that you were his


Until tonight, when Vivid broke her usual routine and came over and sat at the bar. Lenox was shocked,feeling his stomach fill with butterflies the moment she was close. At a distance,he could keep his feelings at bay but now…

Vivid: Hello again.

Lenox Dash: Hello.

He felt his palms start to sweat…good Berry what was wrong with him? He ducked down below the bar to make himself look busy. As he was rummaging around,he asked her…

Lenox Dash: Can I get you anything to drink?

Vivid: Hmm…sure. I don’t know much about drinks but,something fruity sounds nice.

Lenox Dash: Sure thing,I’ll make you one of my specialties.

Lenox went to work on her drink,trying his hardest to not let any of the glasses or bottles slip from his hands.

i swear, even if kylo narrates his back story on screen—which includes snoke’s manipulation, the burden of being the only skywalker heir and the expectations everyone seem to project on him, and the abandonment and betrayal he probably felt after finding out that his grandpa’s actually vader—then gets down on his knees, cries, and begs for forgiveness for everything he’s done, y’all are still going to find something wrong with him lmao.

bonus if either rey, leia, or luke understands and/or forgives him and y’all start calling any of them apologists too. but oh wait, why would they?

it’s not like rey also felt abandoned and was also tempted by the dark side during their fight in skb.

it’s not like leia is kylo’s mother no matter what happens lmao i mean did you see the rage in leia’s eyes when she felt her son’s presence?

it’s not like luke forgave his own father after slicing off his hand with a lightsaber, torturing leia, killing a lot of people (including younglings oops), etc.

yeah guys, i totally don’t see it coming.

silverpracticality  asked:

A concept: the googles may appear to be standing quietly but they're actually making incredibly snarky commentary about other egos inside their private mental network. They're also very good at keeping a straight face.


you think they’re sitting quietly, listening to wilford and dark argue at the meeting, hands folded quietly on the tabletop, attentive and respectful

fuckin wrong as hell

blue is busy making snide comments about dark’s tie, green is muttering about how messy dark’s eyeliner is today, red is joking about what a mess wilford’s hair is, and poor oliver is stuck with actually paying attention (they take turns so that they can offer an appropriately snarky response if spoken to)

Egotober Day 16-Rot and Ruin

Robbie didn’t even know he could cry. But now he couldn’t stop. 

“Robbie, please, please don’t cry.” Marvin nervously stood in front of him, gently placing his hands on Robbie’s shoulders, “I don’t know what to do. Help me.”

“Robbie, what’s wrong?” Jackie asked.

Robbie only responded by grabbing Marvin’s jacket and sobbing even harder.

“Help Jackie.”

“I’m doing the best I can Marvin, it’s an unusual situation.” Jackie tried pulling Robbie’s hands away from Marvin again, “Come on Robbie, we can fix this. No reason to be sad.”

Robbie’s grip on Marvin’s coat was like a vice.

“Why don’t you let go of Marvin just for a second?” Jackie said in a soft voice.

“NO!” Robbie shouted and pushed Jackie back, both of them quite startled. “Stay…stay here…”

“Yes, yes of course I’ll stay. Don’t worry. Everyone will stay….I promise.” Marvn returned Robbie’s hug, though still uncertain as to what had caused this reaction, while Jackie looked on sympathetically.

        At first, there is silence. Not a movement to be found as dim lights barely illuminate the darkened pool in the centre of the room. A daunting sense of foreboding is the ruler of this space. There is something profoundly wrong but the stillness accents nothing of the disturbance.

That is, until a hand bursts forth from the surface of the pool, drenched in a sticky substance that clings to the fur and paints the limb in unsettling shades. Another hand follows soon after, The form of something lithe pulling itself from the pool of what is obvious now as blood, to rise. Sharp shoulder blades shifting under skin and scar as the weight transfers from arm to arm and the form soon fully emerges from the grime. 

        The unholy image of blood sticking hair to the back and sides of long neck and angular features is one that will forever stain the fabric of time. A power rippling beneath muscle and echoing through bone. 

You are the source of disquiet in the harmony of the universe itself. Your arms outstretching to either side as the air rushes in through your nose. And for a moment, you are the very picture of a religious figure waiting to be mounted on the cross that will deem his end. But you are no god. Your presence perverts the very idea of godhood though your hands still create and destroy. Playing the roll of higher power to any thing you can get your hands on, dead or living. You are merely playing the roll of god in an existence vacant of one.

         You radiate a sense of grotesque misuse of power. Your very being seeming to be the symbol that no one will know true peace until your body is cold and the life leaves your eyes.

               Blood drips from long claws and over sharp hips and sharper jaw. Though the look of calm delight that carves your expression into something almost arrogant, you move with a sense of grace still. Leaving a trail of violence in your wake, the smell of death coating your very soul. A darkness living in the marrow of your bones, it beats with every thrum of your heart and threatens to drown any that might come too close.You are beautiful and dangerous and not a soul could forget it.

And in your wake the silence returns, the dread of the room seeming to dissipate. As if the drop in temperature was from the chill of your gaze and nothing more. 

      You are an enigma, the walking definition of inhumane. Wielding your power like a vice grip, wearing it over your body. The silence is lighter without you around.

Hey I know this has been said before, but if you don’t like kids that’s your problem, not the kids’. I personally don’t love being around kids, but you know what? That’s because I’m tired and confused all the time and don’t do super well with lots of noise or stickiness or general kid stuff. And that’s my problem to deal with.

Kids, on the other hand, are just being kids and having fun. And that’s super cool; that’s exactly what kids are meant to do! They’re not doing anything wrong by existing. Kids aren’t the problem.

Don’t take your problem and make it their problem by bitching about kids when they’re around. They’re human beings and what you say has a big impact on their psyche. Be nice.


If there’s such a thing as peace, I will find it!

The Hero of Jiraiya’s Novel, Naruto