Fear keeps us focused on the past or worried about the future. If we can acknowledge our fear, we can realise that right now we are okay. Right now, today, we are still alive, and our bodies are working marvellously. Our eyes can still see the beautiful sky. Our ears can still hear the voices of our loved ones.
I am afraid to recover. I am afraid, because I don’t know who I am when I am not sad. I don’t know who I am when I don’t hate every part of myself. I don’t know who I’d be when I don’t want to tear my skin open. Would I still be kind? Would I still understand other people’s positions? Or would I forget how dark the human mind can get?
I’m not a conspiracy theorist but is no one gonna talk about how the pentagon started confirming and releasing a bunch of information about UFOs within months of the president announcing a militarized space program
Rating: PG, maybe, for injuries? Not graphic though…
Summary: Loki gets badly hurt while on a mission and you must wait for him to wake up.
Warnings/Notes: This is another little piece for my Loki’s Lullabies collection–plotless little fluff-bombs meant to (hopefully!) help you sleep, or at least feel alright. If there’s a specific action or line of dialogue that you’d like to read, please don’t be afraid to message it to me!
You were there when
they came back.
had been cryptic, the words strung together haphazardly and falling
from his mouth as though in a frenzy to escape. It had been hard to
understand, but you caught enough to know he wanted you there in the
As soon as the door
opened, Thor came stumbling out. It took a moment for your brain to
figure out what you were looking at, and you were halfway up the
steps to help him before you realized he was carrying Loki’s
lifeless body. Still, you reached out to steady him even as your
throat started to close up. Maybe you choked out the word “medbay”,
or maybe the both of you simply moved as one, your destination a
“Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past me I will turn to see fear’s path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
Hey Logan, can we get an info dump on meenlocks? For... no particular reason whatsoever -Crystal
Logan: Meenlocks? –Well, those cannot be the culprits, if what you saw was winged humanoids.
Logan: Meenlocks are gnome-sized, yellow humanoid beetles, who work only with their own kind. They burrow colonies into the ground, and hunt lone humanoids who give off a large sense of Fear, like how perytons can sense Pure Hearts. They use psychic whispering to terrify their victims into shock, then use a paralysis-inducing venom on their claw-like hands to immobilize and capture their prey.
Logan: They severely wound their captives while they are still frozen to keep them from escaping when the paralysis runs out, and then drag them to their underground lairs, chain them up, and enact an arcane ritual that turns them into another Meenlock within an hour or so. It is the only way they can reproduce – every Meenlock was quite literally once a person.
The monster whumpee is stuck in a pit. The metal walls are curved and have no traction. The floor is made up of hundreds of tiny spikes already wearing into their poor paws. If they’d had wings, they’d fly out safely. But then again, if they had wings, the whumper surely would’ve shattered them by now.
As far back as I could remember, every minute of my life had been an emergency in which I was paralyzed with fear. Feelings of fear, being at least in part cognitive, and therefore thoughts, often constitute knowledge. For instance, the knowledge that one is going to die. This is a fear one can have while lying in a hammock on a beautiful day. And it can lead to an emergency of feeling that often results in a poem.