(this may or may not ever turn into something, so I thought I’d leave it here as the product of my procrastination.)
Obito gets lost on the way back
to the afterlife.
It sounds like the start of the
worst joke ever, like something Kakashi would mock him for forever after finding out about it, but it is, Obito admits to
himself with great reluctance, actually true. This is definitely not the Pure
Land, Rin is definitely not waiting for him, and he is definitely alive,
because apparently using Kamui to skip out on your path to the afterlife leaves
you alive even when you don’t want to be.
The worst part is, Obito can’t
even regret it. He’d make the same decision again, because Kakashi needed his eyes so he wouldn’t just
stand on the sidelines like a useless lump or throw his life away trying to
take a hit. With Kamui, Kakashi has a chance at getting them a victory against
Kaguya. Without it—
Without it he’s dead, and Obito
doesn’t need the blood of any more teammates on his hands.
Cursing quietly, Obito pushes
through a particularly tight net of tree branches, trying to figure out where
he is. Another dimension, he can tell that much—Kamui gives him a good sense of
such things—but unless he wants to kill himself with chakra exhaustion he can’t
teleport back out of it. He could try it to get back to the afterlife that way,
or just use a kunai, but—
Obito is a stubborn bastard. He
was fine dying to save his friend, because there was no other choice and he was
dead at the end of the war anyway, but if he’s alive? Yeah, fuck that, Obito is
going to survive. It’s what he’s always done, and even if it’s against the
world’s best interests, Obito is going to keep it that way. He’s alive, and no
one can take that away from him.
The forest thins out up ahead,
the spaces between the tree trunks widening as the ground grows rocky, and
Obito makes for it, hoping to find some higher ground so he can at least get a
look at his surroundings. The earth is covered with old leaf-litter, soft and
silent underfoot, and Obito feels like he should know it, like this whole area
is familiar, but he can’t quite place it.
He rounds a thick stand of
trees, pushes through a thicket of brambles that curl away from the touch of
his Mokuton, and hears—
War. War like the one he just
left, the one he started, but without
the monstrous roar of the bijuu or the overwhelming lash of chakra from shinobi
with no concept of human limits. The earth trembles beneath his feet, the air
rings with shouts, and there’s a clang and crack of weapons meeting. Fire
roars, the smell of scorched cloth and flesh rising in its wake, and there’s a
A familiar cry.
Obito reacts without even
thinking. He dodges around the last copse of trees, chakra already surging
within him, and bursts out onto the battlefield just as there’s a flash of
Years of learning how to craft a
plan, how to alter it on the fly, how to act and react and take advantage of
every skill he’s managed to cultivate—that’s enough to let him take in the
fight in one swift glance, ignoring that fact that it should be impossible.
Senju on one side, heavily armored and fighting desperately; Uchiha on the
other, backs bared because their stupid pride won’t let them wear armor, but pushing
the Senju back. Two sources of chakra brighter than the rest—one on the far
right, two heads with long black hair, a dragon made of wood, a familiar gunbai
and a curl of scorching flame. The other is at the far end, almost dead-center.
A fading glow of gold, black hair, Uchiha symbol, and he’s turning but it won’t
be fast enough.
But Obito has faced a man who’s
even faster, and he can make it in time.
It’s nothing conscious that
drives him—the connections are simpler than that. Half a moment to judge,
another bare fraction of a heartbeat to let Kamui whirl to life, and there’s a
beat in Obito’s blood that sounds like the
cause the cause the cause. Nothing solid, nothing certain, but trained
instinct and denial working in tandem as he whirls off the battlefield. A
portal into the Kamui dimension, and almost before he fully materializes he has
another forming, leading right back out, and he snatches up a staff from a pile
of stored weapons and is gone. As soon as he’s through he shifts his body
sideways, back into the other dimension as he phases through the man—no armor,
just robes, and fuck but Obito can’t
believe he’s part of a clan filled with such arrogant assholes, thinking
they’re too good to wear armor in a fight—and brings the shakujo around.
A sword collides with it in a
flash of yellow light, and red eyes framed by white hair go wide.
Obito snarls, in no mood to call
for a truce here and now, and plants the butt of the shakujo in the ground. He
leaps, using it as a pivot, and slams a foot into Tobirama’s armored chest with
all the force of his chakra behind it. The future Nidaime goes flying, and
Obito lands lightly, yanking the staff up as he turns.
Uchiha Izuna rounds on him with
a victorious laugh, red-and-black eyes bright with triumph, and opens his
Obito sweeps his feet out from
under him, dumps him on his ass, and buries him in grasping roots that drag him
to the ground and pin him there. “When the hell is it ever going to be enough for you bastards?” he snarls
right in the man’s dumbfounded face. “How many innocent people need to die in
this stupid fucking war before you finally decide that you’ve had enough
There’s no answer, only blank
gaping, and Obito growls, pivoting on his heel. Several knots of fighting
shinobi are watching him with one eye, clearly wary, but not enough to stop
their own battles. It’s not going to be enough to save them, because in a split
second Obito has made up his mind. It’s a stupid decision, probably the worst
he could come up with, but if there’s a chance in hell of stopping all of this
before it starts, Obito will take it.
“Stay there,” he growls at
Izuna, leveling his shakujo at him, and then turns. A burst of speed sends him
hurtling right at a Senju kunoichi with her hair in a topknot and the
ponytailed Uchiha she’s fighting, and he shoves right behind them, knocking the
woman into the man and pinning them both with Mokuton. The Senju lets out a
startled cry, but Obito is still moving. Branches and roots erupt around him,
grabbing for shinobi without discrimination.
Those in Obito’s path don’t have
nearly as much of a chance to fight back; Kamui makes him a ghost, and even
when he’s tangible his speed leaves him all but untouchable. He plows through
the ranks separating him from the other fighting pair, drives forward with a
wave of Mokuton subsuming everything behind him. There’s a snarled knot of fury
growing larger and larger in his chest, a twist of something that’s very close
to grief, and he’s had enough.
With a shout, Madara shoves
Hashirama away, then whirls in, sword sweeping down. Hashirama catches it on a
thick burst of wood, shoving him back, and in the same moment Madara’s eyes
flicker up above Hashirama’s shoulder, taking in the rest of the battlefield in
an automatic sweep.
Obito, barely three yards away
with his shakujo already swinging, catches his eye and bares his teeth in a
Oh, he’s going to enjoy this.
Hashirama must see something in
Madara’s face—either that or his instincts give him warning, but Obito likes
the idea that Madara’s dumbfounded expression serves as warning enough. The man
ducks, rolling to the side, and the ring of the shakujo sweeps across the space
he just occupied. It just misses Madara as he leaps backwards, a fireball
bursting from his lips, but Obito phases right through it, landing lightly and
spinning the staff through his fingers.
Madara feints left, but this is
man who trained Obito to begin with, almost a century younger and far less
skilled, and Obito easily spots the misdirection. He lunges the opposite way,
catches Madara’s sword when he reverses directions, then twists past the blow,
drives an elbow into Madara’s gut, grabs him by his long, thick hair, and uses
it as a handhold as he spins, knocks Madara’s feet out from under him, and
drags him down to the ground.
From above and behind him,
there’s a cry, and Obito wrenches the sword from Madara’s hand, keeping the
other man pinned with the shakujo against his throat, and half-turns to level
the blade at Hashirama. It taps the Senju’s chest as he pulls up short, eyes
wide, and Obito snorts.
“One move and I’ll happily put another hole in this waste
of space,” he growls, seeing the way Hashirama’s eyes flicker from him to
Madara and back.
Hashirama stares at him for a
long moment, then nods and takes a careful step in retreat. One half-glance
around them and he says very quietly, “You have Mokuton.”
Madara makes a sound like a
pissy cat dropped into a pond. “You have the Sharingan,” he spits, as though this personally offends him.
“You’re an Uchiha.”
“And that fact has been
responsible for pretty much all of the misery in my life,” Obito retorts, and
for a breathless, terrible moment he’s back in that clearing under the full
moon, a handful of seconds too late to save Rin from Madara’s manipulations. One
blow and he can stop all of that here and now, can prevent so much of the pain
that might come.
Hashirama must see something of
that in his eyes, because he takes a quick stride forward, only to pull up
short when Obito snarls and levels the blade at his throat again. “Please,
don’t!” he insists.
“Get lost, Senju!” Madara snaps
at the same time. “This is an Uchiha matter, I will handle—”
“Clearly it is a Senju matter as
well,” Tobirama says coldly, coming to a halt a short distance away, but his
eyes are on Obito’s sword where it touches his brother’s collarbone.
“I don’t think so,” Izuna
counters, equally chilly and just as biting as he edges closer, Sharingan eyes
narrowed and wary. “Just because some Senju bastard couldn’t take no for an answer when it was coming from
an Uchiha kunoichi—”
Instantly Tobirama whips around,
offended rage written clearly across his face, and he grabs for his sword, only
to be pulled up short when Hashirama reaches back and grabs his wrist.
“But—” Tobirama starts to protest.
“Izuna,” Hashirama says,
carefully even, and he doesn’t look away from Obito but there’s a spark of
tightly contained fury in his dark eyes. “Mind. Your. Tongue.”
Izuna flicks a glance between
Hashirama and Tobirama, swallows, and takes half a step away from them. “Brother,”
Madara gives Obito a dark look,
but he doesn’t try to move. “You wouldn’t stand for such an insult to our clan,
Izuna,” he huffs. “Don’t expect the Senju to have any less pride.”
Narrowing his eyes, Obito
presses the shakujo in a little more firmly. “Don’t bother taking that high and
mighty tone, Madara,” he bites out. “You’re the one I hold responsible for
all of this, and I’m going to fucking take it out of you hide.”
Red-and-black eyes go wide, and
Madara almost flinches away from him, hands rising in something like surrender.
Obito doesn’t want surrender, though. He wants to rip
into Madara the way he wasn’t able to before, wants to get a hand in his chest
and tear the heart right out of him, pay back every bit of pain that Madara
inflicted on the world, through Obito and through Zetsu and by his own hand as
well. Wants to rip and slash and hack away until this monster is nothing but a
pile of bloody flesh, unable to hurt anyone ever again. It overwhelms him for
the space of a breath, white-hot rage the only thing inside of him, and before
he can think to stop himself he tightens his grip on his shakujo and—
Big hands grab him, one arm
around his waist and the other around his chest, and with a jerk he’s hauled
right up off of Madara, dragged back against a broad chest as dark hair tumbles
around him. “No,” Hashirama says,
halfway to a plea, and his grip tightens enough to force the air out of Obito’s
Obito freezes, stiff and stunned
at the touch of another human. Years,
it’s been, since anyone touched him to do anything but inflict pain, and his
muscles go tense and tight in anticipation of a blow.
There isn’t one, though. No hit,
no pain, no kunai slid into his kidneys to gut him and leave him for dead.
No pain, just—
A trickle, wet and hot, against
the back of his tattered robe. Blood, by the smell, and since Obito doesn’t
bleed anymore it has to be Hashirama’s, has to be from when he knocked the
sword aside to save the man who will eventually kill him.
It’s too much. The thought of
it, the reality of standing here over Madara, able to end everything before it
begins, and Hashirama is the one to
What Obito did, the people he
killed—that’s on his head. But it’s on Madara’s too, on Zetsu’s, on Kaguya’s. Uchiha
Obito should have died in a cave-in when he was thirteen, but he didn’t, and
the reason for that is right in front of him. The reason he didn’t carved a
seal into his heart, killed his best friend, and gave him a twisted, broken
vision of the world as an illusion, and then set him to unmake it.
Obito is responsible for his own
actions, and he knows it all too well. But Madara was the trigger. If Obito was
the sword then Madara was the hand that forged and wielded him, and that has to
mean he bears at least a part of the
blame from the hell of the past few years.
“No,” he snarls, and though he shoves backwards to loosen
Hashirama’s grip and get away he doesn’t reach for Kamui, doesn’t try to hurt
the man (again, again, something in
him whispers, hurt him again you mean). “Let go of me! He deserves
whatever I do to him!”
Hashirama’s grip isn’t harsh,
but it is immovable, and he’s as solid as an oak as he drags Obito back another
step. “Don’t,” he says quietly. “This isn’t the way.”
Naruto, Obito thinks, guilt and grief and regret and anger all
wound up and tangled together. He curls his fingers into fists, takes a breath
that vibrates with anger, and does the hardest thing he’s ever managed in his
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The campus is enclosed by a river, a
highway, and train tracks.
The river is called the Argent, at
least by students and locals. It’s not terribly wide - four or five meters -
but its very, very deep. The speed doesn’t appear to be constant, possibly a
result of magical fallout from places where time flows strangely. Sometimes it
floods in spring.
The highway is as mundane as highways
can get. Two lanes, flat as paper, slightly worn. Don’t pick up hitchhikers
anywhere near the college. Always put something in the passenger seat if you’re
in the car alone.
The train tracks are abandoned. You
think. Sometimes you hear trains at night. Sometimes you hear the scream of
steel. Sometimes there’s the light blazing out of the fog, visible through the
trees and making the shadows move. But the train tracks are abandoned. The
train tracks are abandoned. The train tracks are abandoned. You do not ask why.
Outside the Borders
The town. You don’t know the name. It
might be Fairfield? Something-ville? Or maybe….? In any case, it’s small.
There’s a total of five named streets. Maybe that’s why you can’t ever quite
remember the name. It’s entirely generic. The townies are quiet but agreeable
enough. They don’t have much patience for damn students and the noise they make up
there on the hill.
The only thing of note in town is the
quintessential student cafe, Kenning’s. Packed with big armchairs and serving
strong coffee till late at night, it’s one of the safest places to discuss the
forbidden major, as it sits beyond the reach of the Gentry. It’s run by one
Mrs. Margaret Kenning, who’s reportedly the seventh such Kenning to own the
cafe, and certainly has the disaffected demeanor of someone with six inherited
generations of customer service. There are poetry slams on Thursdays.
Within the borders - Non-EU buildings
The EU buildings cluster largely in the
center of the several square miles of school land. Around the edges are:
The Walmart. It squats right by the highway
turnoff onto Elsewhere land. It doesn’t look big, for a Walmart, but inside it is
virtually endless. They employ a lot of students. You have probably found
yourself working there two or three times over the years, although you can’t
remember applying, or arriving at all, for that matter. No one lasts longer
than three days. This is not because of any particular danger. Rather, you quit
because roughly half the cash you accept turns to dead leaves in the morning,
and it’s taken out of your pay every time. On particularly busy nights you end
up owing the Walmart money. In every sense of the phrase, you aren’t being paid
enough for this. But at least it’s safe to visit as a customer.
(More often than not the person on the
next register has horns/five arms/hands that are more or less just suction
cups, and they seem as confused about wearing the official uniform as you are.
The Walmart is a liminal space for all entities on campus, without
discrimination. This is also the only known situation in which one of the Gentry
can be seen using a computer without something awful happening, but then the
computers seem weirdly…organic? So who knows what’s up with that.)
The Denny’s: It’s in the same Walmart
parking lot. It’s a perfectly normal Denny’s by night, and it’s possible to get
a perfectly average job there provided you only work the night shift. When the
sun rises it turns transparent and then vanishes entirely with everyone inside, leaving only ruined foundations. It
reappears at sunset, fully formed and empty. Do not be inside when the sun rises.
A particularly beloved EU tradition is
to gather on the Denny’s curb twenty minutes before sunrise the morning
following a school dance, and throw things at the building until it’s gone
entirely. It’s generally agreed that seeing what happens to a syrup cup as it
passes through a wall that isn’t entirely there is A. highly entertaining B.
literally indescribable and C. a hell of a warning.
The Denny’s parking lot segment is true neutral
ground, ideal for deals and duels.
The Forest. The heavily forested area in the south, which borders the
highway and a good portion of the river, is sometimes called Morganwode. That’s
the name that shows up on old maps, at least - the ones that date back to when
the University itself had a real name. These days it’s more commonly just called the
Forest. It looks very small on Google Earth, which shows a small clearing in
the center of a sparse group of trees. In the center, you can see the round roof of
something that might be a gazebo. No one has ever found this clearing. On foot,
the forest appears dense, enormous, and virtually lightless. Optimistic
outdoorsfolk have set up an intricate system of color-coded hiking trails over
the years, which are generally safe provided you don’t stray at all. Sometimes
people say that the deeper you go, the older the forest gets, until you’re
walking in true wild forest, ancient and untouched and uncaring, thousands of
years old - creaking oaks and cedar and birch, taller than you can see, wider
than you thought possible… But the trails do not go that deep, and so you
don’t know if this is true.
The Wishing Well: it sits on the edge of the woods, and cannot be reasoned with.
The Swamp: a boggy area in the east, the area that’s usually flooded by the river in the spring. Home of the swamp hag.
“I Worked It Out. You Have Killed Two Point Three Three Eight People,” said the golem calmly.
“I have never laid a finger on anyone in my life, Mr Pump. I may be– all the things you know I am, but I am not a killer! I have never so much as drawn a sword!”
“No, You Have Not. But You Have Stolen, Embezzled, Defrauded And Swindled Without Discrimination, Mr Lipvig. You Have Ruined Businesses And Destroyed Jobs. When Banks Fail, It Is Seldom Bankers Who Starve. Your Actions Have Taken Money From Those Who Had Little Enough To Begin With. In A Myriad Small Ways You Have Hastened The Deaths Of Many. You Do Not Know Them. You Did Not See Them Bleed. But You Snatched Bread From Their Mouths And Tore Clothes From Their Backs. For Sport, Mr Lipvig. For Sport. For The Joy Of The Game.”
Moist’s mouth had dropped open. It shut. It opened again. It shut again. You can never find repartee when you need it.
Requested by @fragcc: Could you make an Imagine of Peter getting sad when
he realizes that you don’t like it when he frightens you with pranks? Please?
Not my gif
Warnings: fem!reader, typos, mild angst?, swears
A/N: You know that feeling, when you think you’re gonna write like 500 words to a prompt and it turns out to be almost 2000? I think I have a problem. Also I just reached 700 followers, which is AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH, but also mildly disturbing tbh :D Nvm, I hope you enjoy reading this! xoxo
Somehow, you managed to be terrified and not at all
surprised at the same time, when you snuck out your dorm, trying to be as
silent as possible, and suddenly felt a familiar hand on your shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Peter!”, you whispered aggressively and
turned around to give him a glare. “What’re you up to?”, he asked with a grin,
strategically ignoring your death stare.
DO I LOOK LIKE I’M ANYWHERE NEAR OKAY AFTER DEALING WITH THIS SHIT ON A DAILY BASIS FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN WHITEPOWERCOCKKK BECOMES A THING
SOME OF YOU HAVE CAUSED MY HEART TO GIVE OUT NUMEROUS TIMES AND I’VE HAD TO GO TO CHURCH FOR THE PAST 2 YEARS TO REPENT FOR ALL OF YOUR SINS AND THIS IS THE WAY YOU ALL FUCKING REPAY ME
THERE IS LITERALLY NO MORE FUCKING HOPE LEFT IN THIS SHITHOLE OF A COMMUNITY AND I GIVE THE FUCK UP ENTIRELY BECAUSE IT’S EVIDENT I CAN NO LONGER COME ON HERE AND SIMPLY BLOG ABOUT CRIME WITHOUT SOME OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS TESTING ME IN ONE WAY OR ANOTHER BUT I GUESS THIS IS ALL MY FAULT FOR WANTING A PEACEFUL COMMUNITY TO SHARE MY INTEREST IN CRIME AND KILLERS WITH WITHOUT BEING DISCRIMINATED AGAINST FOR MY RACE AND IDENTITY AS A WHOLE
MOST OF YOU DON’T EVEN DESERVE THE TITLE OF “COLUMBINERS” OR “ROOFIES” OR ANY OTHER RIDICULOUS NAME YOU HAVE GIVEN YOURSELVES AND YOU ALL LOST THAT FUCKING TITLE WHEN SOME OF YOU DECIDED THAT THE KILLERS WERE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE VICTIMS AND THAT YOU AGREED WITH THEIR BIGOTED IDEOLOGICAL BELIEFS
I HAVE STOMPED YOUR TITLES INTO THE GROUND. EVERY BITCH WHO CONDONES, EVERY BIGOTED DUMB ASS, AND EVERY STUPID MOTHERFUCKER THAT THINKS THEY KNOW IT ALL IN THIS COMMUNITY HAVE GOTTEN YOUR TITLES FUCKING REVOKED
AND STOP ASKING IF I’M OKAY BECAUSE THE ANSWER WILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER BE ‘NO’ WHENEVER I LOG ON TO THIS HELLISH FUCKING WEBSITE AND SEE SOME SHIT LIKE A 61 YEAR OLD METH-HEAD NEO NAZI COLUMBINER AND HIS RUSTY ASS NAZI NUTSACK
I’m actually literally in the middle of that ~canon campus page and here’s what i’ve got about the walmart so far -
is a Walmart right by the highway turnoff onto Elsewhere land. It doesn’t look
big, for a Walmart. Inside it is virtually endless. They employ a lot of
students. You have probably found yourself working there two or three times
over the years, although you can’t remember applying, or arriving at all, for
that matter. No one lasts longer than three days. This is not because of any
particular danger. Rather, you quit because roughly half the cash you accept
turns to dead leaves in the morning, and it’s taken out of your pay every time.
On particularly busy nights you end up owing the Walmart money. In every sense
of the phrase, you aren’t being paid enough for this. But at least it’s safe to
visit as a customer.
often than not the person on the next register has horns/five arms/hands that
are more or less just suction cups, and they seem as confused about wearing the
official uniform as you are. The Walmart is a liminal space for all entities on
campus, without discrimination. This is also the only known situation in which
one of the Gentry can be seen using a computer without something awful
happening, but then the computers seem weirdly…organic? So who knows what’s
up with that.)
It’s been about 2 hours that you’re on top of Sanctuary looking around, people working, walkers on the gates… normal life on theses days. Suddenly you can hear the door open and closing and when you look behind you see Negan, he put Lucille aside the door and came close and hug you.
“Why I always get a feeling that you come here to run out of me?” He says while kisses your neck. “Or just want to commit suicide and abandon me?”
“Yes, cause the less painful way to die is cracking all my bones” you say sarcastically as always looking him on the corner of yours eyes.
He laughs, that maniacal/sexy laugh that’s a essence of him. 3 minutes passed while the two of you look around. Just breathing a little and enjoying the sun getting ready do dusk.
“Would you call me crazy if I tell you that I prefer the world in that way?” You say cracking the silence.
“Yeah, I fucking would” He looks at you with frowned brows.
“Is just… I mean of course have a lot of issues and in the start was a completely hell. But "normal life” was cliche, going to school, working, finding someone, marrying, having kids and blah blah. And I always thought that 95% of the people was never happy, like they just existed, not lived. And now we fight but at least people don’t act like they want to win a trophy for ‘The Best Friend’, is just more natural now. The planet isn’t dying like before, without wars or discrimination. And less buildings, less pollution. The planet is breathing again, after a long time. Actually I think all the walkers will serve as a good fertilizer one day.“ You say so deep in your thoughts.
"Wow, I forget how freaky-deaky that pretty lilttle head of yours can be” He says moving his hand to put a bit of hair behind your ear.
“Come on, think about it, before was boring, now we feel the adrenaline all the time” you say looking around, sort relieved.
“Y/N Y/L/N you’re something else” He says while incline his back.
“Says the man who maniacally kill people with a bat” you tease him, giving a wink, Damn is nice play with danger.
“Do you want it to get personal hun? It might not end pretty way for you” Negan say while getting close to your soft lips, Feeling his breathing on your lips, and the heartbeat increasing, he might be able to hear it.
When things were getting closer to a kiss, Dwight open the door of the old fabric penthouse.
“Boss, sorry but we have a little problem” Dwight say with a worried expression.
“Is better be more than little for you cut my moment with that pretty ass freaky minded one” Negan say looking over Dwight with a annoyed face and next look at you showing that wonderful grin of him.
“A group that we get stuffs collected. Marcel called me on the radio saying that they’re coming with guns, three trucks and even a tank” Dwight say desperately looking at both of you, he was pretty scared, actually you though you never saw Dwight like that. It might be a big group coming.
Negan expression change in the moment, What was happening? Which group is that one?
“Get all the Saviors and heavy guns we have, and let’s put some charge in that shit” Negan says looking at you and going after Dwight, you didn’t know what to do, actually you got worried. A tank? They can blow it here, which group can it be? Not Alexandria, or Hilltop even less The Kingdom. But I know Negan has plenty places to get people to work for him you thought.
While you were lost in thoughts you heard Negan calling “Y/N, don’t worry I will fix that shit up. Isn’t the first group of fucker whose think it can change the new world” you give him a nod.
“Come with me, let’s get ready for put these idiots in place” Negan say with a annoyed place. More a day trying to put some control he thought.
You go to his room and get ready, got the small knife putting on the right boot, and the big one on the belt and your colt python putting the bullets inside, and a couple extra on the belt side. Whatever is going to happen, you need to get ready.
Negan get his radio asking for some of the Saviors how was everything. How close they were.
“Boss, I can see they coming in the front side. 3 trucks and a tank” Michael said in the radio, and in his voice he was scared.
“Chill your ass Tiny-Mike, I will put these fuckers on place. Call all the Saviors and tell them to find me on the front” Negan say and after turning off the radio he got out of the room and you followed him. When he see you following he stopped and says “What you think you doing Y/N?”
“Hmm, going with you?!”
“Na-ah you’re not going, is to dangerous out there, those fuckers don’t have love to they fucked up life’s anymore. You stay here and when I got back we can do whatever you want”
“Don’t act like I can’t protect myself, you’re the one that call me 'Feisty Badass’ for a reason. I’m going and have no way you’re not allowing me” you say determinedly looking into his hazel eyes, he put his hand on his salt and pepper beard looking frustrated. Probably knowing that’s no chance you are not going.
“Okay doll, you go too, but do not show mercy with them. They screw with and my men, and I smash they brain” When he say that, you can feel chills running up your spine, you know what Negan is capable. Everybody knows.
All the Saviors are ready and waiting for the “rebels ones”. Simon with a group on the front, Thomaz with a group on the left side, Richard with the right one and Sean on the back side. Meaning, the Sanctuary is ready for anything.
On outside, the sky was a mixture of orange with pink, The Saviors with all the Sanctuary ammo and ready. Negan look around with Lucille lazily on his broad shoulders. His bite his bottom lip a moment and look at the Saviors and turn around to give you a wink.
“They are here boss” Michael told Negan, and Negan wave at Arat and Dwight for the typical “put back the order”.
You all can hear the trucks coming and the load and powerful sound of the tank. When suddenly you hear a exploding sound coming of the tank hitting the left side of the Sanctuary, the explosion wasn’t big because it didn’t blow everything just a tiny part, and you actually are glad for that, for the result is a old one.
Negan make the signal to let the Saviors know that is to start the fire. Everyone start shooting and Negan walks closely, and see that the rebels was getting easily “removed”, Sean and his group get into the woods and attacked them from behind, killing most of the men and women there. Of 3 trucks and 1 tank with 25 people now have only 7. You run in direction to the tank but carefully to not let them know you’re going there when you got closely enough you get a grenade and display the safety and tosses it down the barrel of a tank. When you throw it inside, you hear screaming coming of inside of it, and you see a man trying to open above it to get out but the grenade explode in the exact hour. Even in that world and after everything you had to do to survive, It always get you sad when you kill someone.
Suddenly you feel someone holding your waist, and with a hand on your mouth. You freak out , didn’t know who is it, when you hear “Stop with that, it will only got worse” and then you feel his face on your neck where he lick it and say “Hmmm, I know you, you’re Y/N. Negan favorite little toy right? Well he screw my life, now he will feel the same feeling” you get so desperate that start jumping and trying to kick him. “We will get out of here right now, and you better stop” in middle of the desperation you realise if he is with both hands on your body, he is not holding any gun, you bite his hand and kick his right knee, turn around and put the gun on his face, he start to laugh and you see that his face is burned in the right side, like Dwight. Was him from here?
The guy start to laugh, and you can’t hold yourself but punch him. You tell him to walk on front, and you both walk back where Negan are, the gun never leaving his head.
When you get back you hear Negan asking Arat where are you, then you yell to let he see you.
“Holy smoke, look at this, my ex favorite ass Savior. Robbie the robber, I didn’t knew you was with that group. That’s a surprise since you help killing they friends once” Negan say looking him up and down. “Go to the lineup you fucker” when Simon get his left arm to put him on his knees, you clean your neck with a bandana that is always in the pocket of your pants. Negan eyes on seeing what you’re doing "You’re okay? What happened over there? Why you wasn’t fucking here? Y/N you need to stay in a place that I can fucking see you.“
"I saw a opportunity and since we don’t need more broken pieces here, I went to blow the tank”
“Blow the tank?” He ask while looking for the tank.
“Yes, I put a grenade inside it and I kill the men inside, I think it had at least 2.” You say putting the bandana back on your pocket.
“Damn doll, I think I might just have a boner after hearing that. But I have some things to do now. You can get inside, all under my control now” he says pointing to the old fabric.
“No, I want to see you kill that fucker.” You say and nod your head towards 'Robbie the Robber’.
“What, what did that bad-made-fuck did?” Negan say getting pissed.
“He hold me and tried to sequester me, and in mean while he licked my neck.” You can feel Negan face burning when he got to the lineup. You following him to see what was about to happen.
Five guys on the lineup, Robbie there never leaving his eyes of you. The others look like they’re pissing they pants. Some of the Saviors around, other making sure to shoot the head of the “fresh dead” and getting a few ones to put on the gates before they wake up (in a dead way).
“Hot diggity dog, look at these ungrateful asses. Me and my men keep you fuckers safe and you piece of shit just threaten me and my people? Not cool.” Negan says walking through them. Now that is darker, Dwight and Thomaz turn on the cars headlights. You start having flashbacks, when you first met Negan, in the lineup. You instantly shake your head to forget these memories. You love Negan, but it wasn’t like that always.
“You know what Robbie? Universe gives you a sign, and you just shove your finger right up its ass. You’re a little coward” Negan get down to hold Robbie face on his hands. “You were one of my trust’s ones, and when I caught you hooking up with one of my wives, that was a grave no no. But I didn’t killed you, of course I made a badass mark that screw your sexual life forever, but .. either way I was pretty merciful. And you, you prick just run away. Was that all about hun Robbie? Running and find some group to try attack my Sanctuary? My house? My men? My wife?!” Negan eyes went dark when he mention you, one the things you more love about him, is the way he hates when man get advance with woman. And in that case, of his woman.
Negan get up and look at all of their faces “Now I think I might just smash your stupid heads with Lucille. She is fucking thirst. I mean, I think you prick’s remember how dirty she is. She is a vampire bat. Let’s start it” when he beat the first one, he beat it hard. The guys aside crying and praying, but Robbie was still looking at you like you was dinner.
“Well, that one was good. Had a long time I didn’t do it. My baby Lucille is very fucking happy right now.” He says with that maniacal smile. “But do I kill you two?” And then the guys start to cry and ask him for mercy, telling that they’ll do whatever Negan wants. “Hell yeah, you will. So hear me now you fuckers. You will go back to your little happy group, and tell them to not try play the hero’s.” They shake their heads desperately nodding, and even when you look away to make sure all is safe, You can feel Robbie eyes burning on your body. Negan go to Robbie and put Lucille on his face, Robbie look at him slowly with a grin on his face.
“Robbie Robbie, let me ask you something. You ever hear the one about the stupid little prick name Robbie the Robber who thought he knew shit but didn’t know shit? And is a ungrateful ass? Well you piece of shit, it’s you and guess what, coming here thinking you have any power, and I don’t like it. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. And I DO NOT APPRECIATE YOU HOLDING MY WIFE TRYING DO SOMETHING WITH HER” Negan punch him in the same side you did earlier. Robbie start to bleed and spit on the floor some blood. And look at you again. Negan get his face on his hands and make him look at him. “Don’t be rude asshole. Say sorry to her now!”
“Why would I? She is just some other pussy for you fuck when you’re feeling into the mood. She is not special, actually she is, if she was here when I still worked for you, Fuck… I would had shoved my dick into her cunt untill she bleeds. You got luck with that hot one, I mean Sherry is hot” Robbie says looking over Dwight giving a wink; “But that one?! She is hotter. What her name? Number 7? Number 8?” Negan punch him again and again.
“STOP” You scream making Negan stop and looking behind him, he face confused. “Let me smash his head” Negan realized you is referring to Lucille, he look at her and then at Robbie who was with a swollen face and blood coming out through his nose and mouth.
“Damn it, of course you can my doll. Hot diggity dog. Look at her everybody, she is just insane as me”. You give a small smile, but your eyes fixed on Robbie. You got closer to him, got Lucille and Negan step back. “Any last words you fucker?” You say playing Lucille carefully knowing that if you broke her Negan would be beyond angry.
“Just to tell you’re damn stupid if you think he loves you, trust me you would be better with me.” You laugh and look to the sky, “Seriously, that is the last line of your miserable life? Well, that’s just… It makes me sad… I mean, you should say something with more impact. Not a phrase that makes you seems more pathetic that you already seems. Come on, a second chance, you can do better than that”
“Fuck you, you cunt” You laugh while shakes your head “Fuck, you’re shit at dying, you know that?” And then you bring Lucille over his head, is such a powerful feeling. You get why Negan do it, she is heavy but, you feel like a heroine. When all you can see is blood and smashed pieces of what was a brain, you stop look at your side seeing the others guys looking at you with so much fear, the fear that they have of Negan.
You feel more flashbacks, flashbacks when you saw Negan killing your friends, and now you’re killing somebody friend in the same way. You get out of the though’s when you feel Lucille getting away of your right hand, you look around to see Negan with a happy and surprised face. “Damn, that’s is a big turn on. Hot damnit”. You let a shy smile.
“Okay fuckers, take a picture of that. And throw the body to the walkers.” Thomaz and Sean got the body. “Simon, Arat, make sure those fuckers go home safely, and well… make sure both of them let the others know exactly what happens with who messes with me, with us” he winks at you. Damn, you was kinda in shock but Negan is a sexy man. The sexier man alive in your view actually.
“Well, I will take a shower.” You say realising that’s blood everywhere on your shirt and a bit on your pants.
“I fucking want to join you doll. But I need see how it’s where those fuckers with a tank shoot. I don’t think it did some big damage, but I need to check it.” You nod and he got closer to kiss your forehead. Was that real? Negan showing a cute affection demonstration in public, you feel butterflies. When you turn around, you can feel his gaze on your hips and ass.
After some time, after a hot relaxing shower. Negan come to your room, he probably had a shower too, cause he is clean and without Lucille. “Why you aren’t on my room?” His says when he saw you picking some comfy clothes to sleep.
“I didn’t know if you want spend some time with one of the girls. And I definitely didn’t want to open the door and have a surprise.” You say without looking at him, disarming the gun and putting it on the small closet.
“What? Y/N after the hardening cock show you did out there, I think I couldn’t fuck any one else but you” he says getting closely to hug you, you move to get out of his grasp.
“Wow, you’re a real life gentleman” Negan realize your sarcastically mood.
“What? What you’re bitching about?”
“Nothing Negan, forget it” You say looking around the room to avoid his eyes. Those sexy eyes.
“No, tell me what’s wrong? Is because of that bastard? Cause come one darlin’ he deserved it”
“Is just… he sort had a point” You say while play with you hair.
“In exactly fuckin’ what ?”
“That I’m ‘just another pussy for you to fuck’” You say looking in his eyes.
“Seriously? That’s why you’re acting like that?” He says with a annoyed look; “Listen doll, you know you’re special to me” when he say that getting close to hold your cheeks on his hands, you got away of his grasp.
“Yes, cause this isn’t definitely something someone told to get laid before” You say rolling your eyes.
“Listen, I know the liars assholes you had deal with, but I’m a man of my fucking word darlin’. And if I say that you’re special is because you fucking are. Do you understand?” Negan say coming close to your body. The heat coming from him make you feel relaxed yet tense.
You nod, but wasn’t 100% sure about that; ‘Come on I don’t care if the world is shit and have corpses walking around eating people; Is hard see someone you love with someone else, fuck especially with a group of “someone else’s” ’ you thought.
“I don’t think you do” Negan say holding your hips and looking into your eyes “Let me show you how much especial you’re to me baby” he says quite on your ear, that sexy deep voice of his, anyone could get in the mood just hearing it.
“Show me” Was all it takes to he grab your hand and lead you two to his room. When got there he waste no time closing the door and coming back to you, to your lips, his kisses, damm it. So deep and sweet, and the way he suck your lower lip make your knees weak; and you know how weak he gets when you bite lightly his lips, so you start playing that tease game too. After some minutes of kisses you two sit on the couch, your legs kneeling in the side of his hips and your mouths working together like the were molded for it.
“Baby, is about you, get off your clothes and get to bed” Negan says with a voice of predator while kisses your neck.
“Take them off to me” You say putting your face in front of his to watch his pupils dilated with lust.
His eyes wild with desire, he take the end of your shirt putting out, while Negan see your bra he cup his hands around the fabric, while look up at you and start kissing the part above your beautiful breasts. You instantly start to grind your hips on his lap, needing some friction of that Greek god on this apocalyptic world.
“I love those, are one of my fucking favorites doll. But I prefer you without it” and then he unclasped it taking them slowly of your shoulders, watching how your hard nipples look already just for him. Negan let it fell and instantly get your right nipple on his mouth, sucking so lightly and sexy, is like he isn’t rushing anything. He wants you to feel it all. Want to prove a point to you.
“Oh Negan, oh baby” You says while putting your hand on the back of his head massaging it knowing that he loves it. He finish the right one to go for the left doing the same thing, but that time he is biting lightly while move your hips on his lap.
He stop his track on your breasts to start on your neck, while kissing it he see that have a part that It’s sort red and swollen. “What is that?” He says worried.
You put your hand on your neck, the part where “Robbie the robber” had licked, you forgot how hard it was trying to cleaning it at the hardest you could.
“Hmm, is because I wash it harshly, is where that guy licked”
“Son of bitch, I’m glad that bastard is dead. By the way well fucking done baby” he says kissing it, “I’m the one that can kiss here, and every-fucking-where on that hot ass body” he says kissing it while gripping your breasts on both hands, then you feel his hands going off your breasts to go to your hair, pulling it aside to have more space.
“Let’s go to bed, it need to be romantic tonight, other day we can do some foreplay over here” he smirk, knowing the effect it has on you when you remember one day the two of you were over here doing some “hot stuffs” when Simon came in and saw and you got really shy about it. And couldn’t face Simon for 2 weeks.
When you was starting to get up from his lap he shake his head “No no no, let me” then he lift you by my your thighs and walk through his bed. Is always pleasant lay on his bed, that bed is like a cloud. Is a luxurious that is rare on these days.
Negan start to taking of his jacket when you got up, get on your knees on the bed “Let me” and with his eyes locked on yours, you take it off letting hit the floor, then drag your fingers up and down on his biceps, analyzing the tattoos, passing your hands on his chest feeling it clench under the white shirt. Damn. That man was made by God on hands.
You take off his shirt and start to kiss his neck and his chest, you got the belt and start taking it off. You let it fell and start kissing his hip bone. And start kissing until get in the boxer line. He lift your chin carefully up like you was made by glass and with that sexy voice says “No darlin’, is for you remember?” And then you got to met his lips, he kiss you, more lustful that time, you two get in the bed and start making out, his colossal hands going through your hips, abdomen, breasts and going down again going to lift your ass making you grind in his fresh erection.
He stop, get your face on his hands and kiss you softly, when he get out to breath he look in your eyes “I fucking love you doll, don’t let any motherfucker or motherfucking thing change your mind about that.” You nod getting his face on your hands, his salt and pepper beard tickling lightly your hands, and since you whole body is relaxed it makes goosebumps. Negan start to kiss your nose, your forehead, your cheeks looking in your eyes again. Then he start kissing your temple, your jawline, and then neck and collarbone.
“Oh daddy” you let it out while feeling his hot wet kisses on your sweet spot.
“Yes darling?!” He say and you can feel his smiling on you neck between kisses when you called him that pet name.
“Please, do something” you say while grinding into his boxer looking for friction. And you felt it, his already hard as rock.
“I’m already doing it doll” he kisses between your breast.
“Quit teasing me Daddy” you say letting your head fell back on the pillow.
Negan kiss your body moving lower, he stop and kiss your hips biting it softly both of them. He take out your short shorts and drag it out of your fresh shaved legs, he kiss you from your toes to the legs until he reach your thighs biting and making hickies on it. When he get to your panties he look up and say “Goddamn darlin’, that’s a heavenly fucking view. If I get to chose how I’ll die, I would definitely pick that fucking view.” His words make shivers run up your spine. 'How can he be that hot?!’ You thought and somehow you think he can hear it since he smirks.
Suddenly he put his hand on your left leg, lifting up putting it on his back, and then you feel he licking your wet folds outside the thin red pantie. He licked it over and over, slowly his beautiful lips press on your clit, your back arch with that sensation. He take your leg off his shoulder and then he gets the sides of the pantie and put it out of you, you look at him with desire wanting to have him inside you already.
Negan look at your beautiful pussy and let a moan with some line like “Holy fuck”, you aren’t sure since you’re desperate for him. He kiss above your clit, kiss your folds, kiss close to your entrance, kiss everywhere but your clit. Then he bring his long finger and put one inside you and start kissing your clit, then he insert a second finger and start moving it faster and you instantly grab your breast trying to make it even better, you start grinding on the bed and Negan left arm grab your hips making you unable to move. When you thought it wasn’t getting any better he put a third finger there you moan loudly at the sensation, he keep moving inside you, then he curled it, and you can feel a burning sensation on your lower belly, a fire. “Fuck doll, I can feel you about to come, just the way you’re squeezing my fuckin’ fingers” he saying practically moaning, kissing your clit harshly. And all that sensations and that deep voice was enough to send you over the edge. Yours hips bucking up still being holding by his arm as you feel the wave go through your body, you put your hands on his beautiful hair, squeezing it lightly. When you calmed down a little you look down looking at Negan while he suck his fingers.
He got up kissing your body again until he reach your upper lip kissing it softly. You moan and put your hands on his neck putting his face towards you, you two make out and then you move and now you’re on top of him. He look at you, massage your sides with his hands up and down your hips and go to you breasts, he get up and kiss your lips again, you got lost in the kiss that you didn’t even realised he move you again and he is above you. He start kiss your neck, your face, your temple and over and over, you can feel you become wetter and needy for him. He drag his hand to your ass cheek and turn your body, now you’re laying on your stomach. Negan start kissing behind your neck, going down, he get on your ass cheeks and start kissing it and biting lightly, while he kiss one he put his hand on the other massaging it and giving some slaps on it and then massaging again. “Ahh” you let as a moan when you feel the slap. He keep working there, and then he get higher, kissing your lower back licking, kissing, biting, sucking. The sensations burning in you. Then he get higher and get on your ear “Damn it darlin’, your body is a fucking masterpiece. Fuck I could worship you all day long”, then he get your hair and pull it making you getting up putting your head on his solid body, you moan and he moan back. You can feel his cock grinding on your butt cheeks. Damn it.
Negan moved you, now you’re on your left side and Negan on his right, you kiss him and go kiss his neck, you see a opportunity and start pumping his cock up and down slowly making him moan on your mouth. He is so hard that is almost painful for him. You let a little giggle on his neck licking and biting it.
“Enough, I can’t cum without making you cum again.” He says grabbing your hand of off his marvelous cock.
“What a gentleman” You say the second time in that day.
“For the right one I can fucking be baby girl” he say giving a sexy grin.
Then he kiss you and put you closely to his body, you can feel his erection on your thigh and you moan immediately. You can’t get any longer without feeling him inside you.
Then he put your right leg upper his hips and positioned himself inside you, you two look at each other eyes, Negan kiss you lustful and put his hands in your back pulling you even closer to him, like he never want you to let go. You put your arms around him, one under him and holding his left shoulder, and the other on his ribs massaging it. He guide himself inside you slowly, strengthening every inch, he moan on your mouth and stop kissing to close his eyes, probably lost in the pleasure of your bodies becoming one.
When he get all in, he start slamming into you. You can feel his thick, long cock hitting places you didn’t know it has, maybe on that position it make it deeper.
After kisses, trusts, you can feel the pleasure building again, that time harder and even better, your walls start to get tight around him and it makes him getting almost there too.
When you come around his cock moaning on his mouth he open he eyes to watch your face, your face that is overflowing with pleasure because of him. He put you on your back and trust a feel more times riding your orgasm. Then you put your legs around his lower back, putting him even closer. Then with all the pression and pleasure he feel his orgasm going to hit and you feel another wave hitting you, a smaller that time, but still good.
He get his cock out of your pussy and cum on your stomach, getting a bit on your breasts. He lie in your side, both of you tired mess after that great feeling.
“Holy fuck, that was hot as fuck. I mean I never made that position before, I thought that shit was cheesy. But fuck, I think I cum so hard on that way, like that fucking grenade you throw on the fucking tank earlier.” You giggle after hearing his language. You found sexy but funny sometimes.
He get up and you see him going to his bathroom to get a wet towel. 'Look at that ass’ you thought. When he come back he see you with your legs in a knee position moving it lightly, happy after what just had happened; 'She is so motherfucking cute. Hot damm it’ he thought. He gets into you and clean you up, then he went to his bathroom and throw the tower somewhere.
He get back and lay on the massive bed. “Goddamn baby, I know we just have a great ass time, but seeing you with all my cum on that beautiful body, fuck. I can feel my dick rising like the fucking sun” He says with a stupid smile on his face. “But I thought it had more on your titties” you look at him with a grin, and in the most sexual way you could find you say “It has” then he make a surprise face “Damn darlin’, you can fucking show me it later”.
You get up, to get his shirt and your pantie putting on your body “Am i going to sleep here?” You ask hoping he say yes.
“Hell fucking yes you will. Get you beautiful ass over here” you get into the bed, laying on his chest, he caress your hair and you fell asleep.
Holy shit, we were made for each other Negan thought drifting to sleep. Was a hard day with some rebels, but now laying in his bed in security and with his favorite fucking person in the world in his chest. Robbie the shitty robber wasn’t right no fuckin’ at all, she is not another pussy. She is my love. Negan thought giving a lightly kiss on your head and drifting to sleep.
how do you justify believing in an ideology that causes harm to trans youth
Biological sex is not an ideology, and this sort of guilt-tripping, manipulative ask isn’t going to accomplish anything. I care about baby lesbians being told they must force themselves to become comfortable with penises. I care that they’re hating themselves because they can’t change their sexuality. I care about gay boys being told they’re monsters for only wanting to date other biological guys. I care that gay people are being sent rape and death threats for not opening themselves up to the opposite sex.
And guess what? I care about trans people having human rights, being able to live with dignity and without discrimination. You all seem to think sex and romance with gay people is a human right. It isn’t. We will continue to exist, despite all your hatred.
We’re here to support all the gay people, especially the gay children, fighting against this homophobic hatred. I know it bothers non-gay people to see gay people rallying together and lifting each other up, but we aren’t going to stop.
‘The Buddha compares his teaching to the rainfall that descends without discrimination on the earth. That this rain causes some seeds to grow into flowers and some into great trees implies no difference in the rain but rather is due to the capacities of the seeds that it nurtures. Thus, the teaching of the Buddha is of a single flavor but benefits beings in a variety of ways according to their capacity.’
The main reason why I love YOI so much is because it portrays such a beautiful and healthy LGBTQ relationship. As someone who's gay, this means so much to me. There's so much homophobia all over the world, and to see YOI become so popular is so heartwarming <3. My family isn't as accepting of homosexuality, and I've only come out to a few of my friends, so this blog is somewhere I can freely be myself. Thanks so much for this blog, it's such a huge blessing <3 <3 <3
So true, I am so thankful for YOI and how they have created not only a beautiful relationship but also one that is real, with arguments and differences, just like any other couple. The communication is spot on, and Victor and Yuuri are so supportive of each other, it’s so amazing to see. As well, it is so refreshing to see a world without homophobia. It gives me hope that maybe one day we can live in a world like YOI, where you can love who you love without discrimination or backlash.
I am so, so sorry to hear that your family is not accepting. I hope you are safe and I am so happy to hear that you feel you can be yourself on here. Thank you for this ask, I love you a lot! <3
This is an excerpt from the short fic that I’m writing for @loveinpanem’s March Madness Challenge. I have something for @everlarkficexchange but that one is in rougher shape and not fit to share at the moment. Anyway, Dandelion in Darkness is a Hades/Persephone genderswap fic featuring Katniss!Hades and Peeta!Persephone. In fact, every single character is genderswapped with very few exceptions. I had to make some revisions to the original myth to make this one fit our favorite characters but, well, here goes! It might be a two part-er because brevity, as you know, is not my strong suit.
Katniss was invisible to mortals. She made sure of it. But she felt the eyes of another, studying her, as if etching her into clay or stone. In her eagerness to see Prim, she had largely ignored the presence of anyone else. The shadow of Plutarch floated beside her, waiting patiently for the escort that would take him to Elysium and to his eternal peace.
Above the hillock, surveying his dominion, was Demetros. A giant of a god, with gold hair and pale skin that blazed in a way that Prim’s chariot did not, though they were both life incarnate. Hers was the power of pure energy, of origins and creations, of the sun that gave to all without discrimination. His was the power of living things - green, fecund, full of birth but also of the decay that fed life in an endless cycle of existence and non-existence.
He was a fastidious deity and took great pains to care for the kingdom that had been entrusted to him since the days of the Titanomachy. His dominion stretched from the deepest roots of the most ancient trees to the tips of eagle’s wings that soared beneath the foot of Olympus itself. Every creature that drew its sustenance from the vegetation of the earth was under his protection and it was his power that fueled life. He existed in necessary symbiosis with Katniss - for he was Life and she was Death and one could not exist without the other.
However, it was not Demetros who captivated her attention, but the youth that stood beside him. Demetros was famously jealous of his children and hid them even from the eyes of other gods so that Katniss did not recognize this young being at his side. And a god he was, and most certainly a son, for he possessed the same golden color, quivered with same power as Demetros, and carried the same powerful build. His eyes had stolen blue from Prim’s firmament and were of a color that was dazzling even from the distance where she stood. He stared in her direction with none of the fear with which she was usually greeted, but with open curiosity, as if he could not fathom what exactly he was looking at.
But there was an impunity, even a challenge, to his now roving eyes. She fit her helmet more firmly on her head, which appeared to startle him. This was no surprise, for from his perspective, she would have simply vanished before his eyes. He scanned the place where she stood, and the company of people milling about the burial site. She was sure he was searching for her but he would not see her unless she willed it.
The shadow at her side shifted, catching her attention.
“What say you, seer?” Katniss asked impatiently. She continued to contemplate the young man, and resented even the smallest distraction from this pursuit.
“Fate, my queen,” he said in a voice that, to the ears of a mortal, would have sounded like nothing more than the beating of a sparrow’s wing.
“I have no time for riddles, human,” she snapped.
“Fate,” he repeated. “The Moirai have made their decision. Your fate is now tied to the world. Soon Winter will come and the living world will cry out in lamentation until Spring is restored.”
Katniss pursed her lips in displeasure. She took great pains to stay out of the affairs of humans, exercising her dominion in her own kingdom and excusing herself from the happenings of the Capitol. She cared very little for the petty jealousies, affairs and vendettas of her fellow deities.
“You’re mistaken, old man. I have nothing to do with these things you call Spring and Winter. Death has softened your mind.” She made herself visible to Prim, nodding towards her sister, who looked at her with a longing that made Katniss’s cold heart glow warm and aching. Katniss desired only the solitude of her kingdom, to be insulated from such unfamiliar and powerful sensations. She withdrew from the now dispersed company but not before she cast a last glance at the young man, who scanned the horizon beyond her. Katniss had a fleeting thought, that she had not seen such beauty since the dawn of her existence.
Resolutely she turned on her heel and led the shade back to her chariot where they would escape with all haste back to her dark kingdom, to the safety of a world without shining gods.
Looking deeply, you see that there is not one iota of an atom which you could claim as yourself.
Seeing the black shadow of the bird crossing overhead, you know that not one deed of your past continues to exist anywhere.
The speck of dirt you mistook for a spider; you see the falsehood of discriminatory thinking.
Without self, and without discrimination, all the transgressions of all kalpas of existence blow away like dust from a mirror.
Empty and without conditioned thought, sensory phenomena pass straight through you, like a hand cutting a line of incense smoke. Nothing is grasped, and nothing remains.
With emptiness and the loss of individual form, skin and bones shed like an ill-fitting belt, the universal light of your Buddha-Nature basks the entirety of Samsara in Nirvanic light.
Yet, there is no room in any of the planes of existence for anything to have been gained; and the tree is still a tree.
Hello guys, I’m 16 and I’m from a small country- Latvia. I’m obviously
in love with art. I read many books and I’m some kind of a poet. I watch
“Shameless”, “Sherlock”,“Skam”,“Gotham” and so on… Harry Potter as
well. Music? Troy Sivan, Imagine Dragons, Halsey, P!ATD, The
Neighborhood, The Weekend, Jaymes Young and many others!
I was a model some time ago but I realized that it’s not even my thing.
My English is not very good, but like… I hope that will do… Also, I
started learning Spanish this year. I speak fluent Russian and my second
language is Latvian.
I really want to meet different people with all sorts of interests. I am really loyal and I really like kind people.
My other interests are: philosophy (I try to look deeper into people in
see things that other might not notice), esoterics, and Ao3.
I travel a lot, ’ve been to many places. I will be very glad if you write to me.
14 and older; open-minded and without any discriminative views; any gender, any country :)
‘Very few people know how to see love and romance in terms of impermanence and nonself. Realizing nonself, we can see ourselves in our beloveds, and see them in ourselves. At that point we become healthy, light and happy. To belittle or praise our loved ones is also to belittle or praise ourselves, Nonself is an insight that can help resolve the problem of sexual desire. Instead of denying love, we can view love in light of the insight of nonself.
To love, in the true sense of the word, is to feel no discrimination. We should have the element of equanimity, so that we can love without boundaries. Equanimity is the absence of three complexes - better, worse, and equal. We no longer discriminate. We are able to embrace everything and we no longer suffer. When there is love without discrimination, there is also an absence of suffering.’
- Thich Nhat Hanh, Fidelity: How to Create a Loving Relationship That Lasts.
‘The Buddha compares his teaching to the rainfall that descends without discrimination on the earth. That this rain causes some seeds to grow into flowers and some into great trees implies no difference in the rain but rather is due to the capacities of the seeds that it nurtures. Thus, the teaching of the Buddha is of a single flavor but benefits beings in a variety of ways according to their capacity.’