@wvsteria: HWEvent 16.2 Starter for: Zoey Davis || 3-Character’s can no longer hear what others are saying. Words come out muffled or incomprehensible and they don’t sound like they’re coming from the direction of the person speaking. ||

If this was another little trick that this place was tossing her way, it was definitely the cruelest one yet. Finding herself in what seemed like an amped up version of the hell she'd just left behind, only to come face-to-face with one of the very people she'd sacrificed herself for? The realization that said sacrifice was for nothing if Zoey was here, in this awful place too? That in spite of her best effort and intentions, she'd once again failed at protecting what she aimed to keep safe?

It was all already awful enough on its own, but the added confusion and disorientation of not being able to make out what she they were saying while simultaneously realizing the sound didn't match the direction she was facing... "Stooop!" She practically begged. It was all too much.

|| Natsuki & Amy ||

Amy really didn’t know who else to call. She could not throw her family into a frenzy because each and every one of them if they got so much as a whisper of Amy struggling with anything would probably be struck stupid and stunned. Callie already had so much on her plate and Amy knew if she called her now, she would likely inconvenience her greatly even though the high priestess would never tell or even consider it an inconvenience. And she certainly could not call Ibrahim even though he was conveniently next door because he was so flighty already and very likely not even home. The only person she could think of relying on was her dear friend Natsuki who, despite her soft-spoken, quiet demeanor Amy knew was a fiercely devoted and giving friend. It was a pure instinct decision when Amy found herself at the side of her own bed on the floor, reaching for her cell phone left on the nightstand.

She tried her hardest not to sob through her words when the line was picked up, apologizing over and over again for calling at a late hour. In the end, once she had gotten all the most important information through - that she had trouble moving and would not be able to come to the door and unlock it for Natsuki but if she could, nevertheless, come by and try something because Amy needed a hand, just a little help to get herself off the floor. But then, a whimper escaped her and she couldn’t trust herself to speak anymore, repeating the sorry’s and apologies she’d started with.

"My tail, it just... I turned in my sleep and I just... can't turn back now." She confessed into her phone finally, her usually deep, calm voice growing higher in pitch with the quiet sobs. She hated the idea of crawling around her home like this, half woman and half a damn... underwater worm-thing, having an intense moment of self-loathing that kept her glued to the spot.

@natsuki-inokata

"At least you're gone and you can't hurt me anymore,"

Thinking about Trick & Anti again :'( (MBC by @beerecordings)

@hiddenstarters​.

Lydia sleeps. And as she sleeps, she has nightmares. She can hear herself screaming -- tears running down her cheeks; both as she sleeps and in her nightmares. When she wakes, she looks in a mirror. She finds that not only is she deathly pale, but part of her left arm is gone. She swears it was there yesterday, and, and... that means her nightmare wasn’t just a nightmare, it was real. It had truly happened. “No, no...” It hits her all at once, she remembers everything. Tears fill her dark eyes once more. “Elijah...” Someone knocks on her apartment door. They must have heard her screaming, but that’s not what she thinks of -- she thinks of Elijah, and how they were surrounded by walkers. She was holding his hand when she got bit; then Aaron and Jerry had to... She rushes to the door, opening it with the arm she still had. “Elijah?” She asks wearily. No, it is not him, it is someone else entirely. He must have been back home, still, he must have still been lost in that horde... she has to get to him, she has to, but -- she can’t. “Why are you here?” She says to the person standing outside her door.

They're here, beside him, staying as he sobs. They don't scold him, or shove pills down his throat, or leave in a huff when he fails to collect himself.

He's standing in the hallway of his flat, only held up by the two pairs of arms around him. Jameson is sobbing, and it is loud, a frantic wracking of his throat that aches and aches. But the arms, their arms, soothe and press and encircle him.

Red, not blood but a pleasant maroon that always smells like sunlight and fresh linen detergent. White and blue, like an ocean and iodine and always so tidy. Not just an enemy; not just Anti's body. They are here and they are his.

"You're safe, blue bonnet," Jackie calms, crying softly. He is overwhelmed and scared - and still, he stays.

"Maus, I swear, nothing and no one will hurt you." Henrik takes his fingers and counts five on them: "Anti is not here. This is your body. You are in Brighton in my flat. Your name is Jameson Jackson. We're all safe, safe at home."

Jameson heaves through his breaths, nodding along and curling further against his partners. He tries to breathe in fours, counting, counting. Safe, safe, safe. Soft hoodies and iodine and the sun and sea. Safe.

"When I promised to always protect you, I meant it JJ. I don't lie."

"And I lie even worse than he does," Henrik teases, taking all their hands together. "I promise you my forever."

"Forever."

Forever.

Superboy wakes up in a prison. In the cell, sitting across from him, there's a teen that looks like another offshoot clone of Clark.

He learns in bits and pieces that he's been captures by a shadow government organization hellbent on ridding the world of anyone "ecto-contaminated", or anyone who has ever been dead.

Since he'd died before, even though he came back, he set off their sensors.

He doesn't remember how he got caught, doesn't remember what he was doing prior, but the walls are made of a weird material that glows green and cancels out his powers. It also doesn't hurt him.

Diluted kryptonite? He'll have to steal some and give it to Tim.

According to the kid, they've been forcibly detained to "serve their sentence for illegal immigration from the Realm of the Dead to the Realm of the Living" by way of routinely allowing themselves to be subjected to medical procedures. They are always being watched, they aren't the only ones captive, that apparently his entire high school had been condemned to it as well as some literal ghosts, and if he struggles then they won't give him the mercy of sedation while they do their experiments.

And Kon can't use his power to escape, or free this kid, or free any of the other prisoners. It's the worst case scenario.

Thank fuck he's best friends with a paranoid Bat that might have more contingencies than the Big Bat Himself.

Kon activates the only subdermal tracker he'd allowed Tim to place under his skin, and settles down to wait.

A prison of this design, but more high tech and with less privacy. Apparently the idea behind it was that you couldn't see the guards, but they could see you, and the lights would move at random to make you think they were paying attention all the time.

So psychological torture on top of imprisonment.

•❃° SOUSOU NO FRIEREN ❀ FRIEREN & HIMMEL °❃•

Anime: Sousou no Frieren Characters: Frieren & Himmel Song Lyrics: Visiting Hours by Ed Sheeran

Part 12 of Arc II (Part 38 - Gore)

thats the chip omg you finally see it

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I know that Hamatos are all really confused about what happened to Donnie, but I can see April getting legitimately pissed and starting down every lead she can find to dig up the truth detective style. Because messing with people and being a bully is one thing, but manipulating and abusing someone enough to change their personality is another. And she messed with HER family. And “you’ve done it now- when I get you I swear to god-“

Not sure if April would find anything but I can see her initial reaction being frustration rather than confusion.

@starrobot96 @snipersiniora

I’m honestly leaning more towards Raph and April having the most intense reactions to what’s been done to Donnie. Raph, because he’s still dealing with his own Krang trauma. So Kendra messing with his little brother, similar to what was done to him. That’s gonna make him want to rip her apart. I don’t think he’d kill her. But Kendra is definitely not getting out of this Scott free.

Raph will more than likely be leading the charge in Donnie’s rescue, because I don’t think he would go with them willingly, and Raph’s not about to make Leo or Mikey be the one to drag Don away while he’s screaming and resisting. Raph would take that role solely onto himself.

Leo is way out of his comfort zone. During the actual search, he’s more serious than he’s been since the invasion. Thinking that everything will be okay once they can just get Donnie home. But when they do, one desperate, good-natured joke has Donnie terrified of even looking at Leo. From then on, Leo makes that distance bigger, by avoiding Donnie, scared of setting of another panic attack. Even when Donnie starts to reach out, Leo is now hesitant to say anything. That was their whole type of sibling dynamic, ribbing and joking with each other. But now Donnie is like a stranger.

Mikey really hammers away with the toxic positivity. It’s not his fault. He’s just so out of his depth. He’s not a baby, but this is intense stuff. Trauma that he always steered away from in his Dr. Feeling research. But now that knowledge is necessary…looking into it really takes a toll on his own mental well being, bad enough that Splinter sees and puts a stop to it.

April is frustrated with her own investigative ability, and feels guilty, because Kendra wouldn’t have even known about Donnie, if she hadn’t asked him to come by her school. We know, that’s more than likely NOT true, as the boys run into criminals all the time, but April isn’t thinking logically.

Im still not sure about the exact how’s of Donnie’s rescue, but April will probably be the one he latches onto most in the aftermath. The fake simulations with her, were never as bad as the ones with his brothers (ie physically painful) so even though he would be scared to talk to her, and be seen as annoying, Donnie will let her get the closest to help him. He goes from trying to desperately please Kendra, to trying to desperately please April, and it makes her insanely uncomfortable. But she doesn’t want to scare him off when he’s not giving any of them many openings to help. She has to be very careful with walking that line between helping Donnie recover, and making things worse by enabling all of Kendra’s programming.

April’s really gonna carry the brunt of Donnie’s recovery.

@cupcakeslushie (hope you don’t mind me tagging) but your kendratello has me by the throat so I had to quickly make this. I love the darker side you’re doing with this au, I’m a sucker for angst but it’s usally Leo. However rise Donnie is pushing for the top to be my fave.

But anyway, I really love the constant you’ve got for this and I hate Kendra but the way you have her is just 😚👌,

I do have a tendency to lean towards the darker side, but Hey! Art is therapeutic right 😂

dealing with a lot of anxiety today, so i drew this while listening to Anx's playlist.

Anxiety sans belongs to @hheisa

reblog or <horrific thing will happen to parent>

reblog to get <specific amount of money>

reblog for <luck and something about a crush>

reblog if you aren’t <racist, homophobic, etc>

reblog or else <terrible tragedy happens>

reblog if you care about <obviously a good cause but is baiting you to look like a horrible person if you don’t reblog it>

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more development for the AU, official refs and stuff

Here's the cake roll himself! Not the main star of the show

This AU won't have very deep lore, mostly just hijinks

More female Patrick please 💳

You ask, I give. Quotes and scene from the book, but with Ms Bateman instead.

Hi berryblue! What was lord Frieza like as a child? Do you have any anecdotes that you like about him?

reading writing from other people who have also survived solitary confinement (in so many different places, prisons + institutions + more) and sometimes the grief overwhelms me. i feel such a strong connection through the page--they put words to this swirling mess of emotions that lies under my skin when i think back to those weeks. they've found a way to talk about what it does to you and what you become and what it's like to try to come back to the world afterwards. i still can't speak about most of it. some days i wake up panicking because my door is shut; I'm glad my walls are thin and my roommate plays music slightly too loudly at night--it's easier to fall asleep when i know she's there.

this quote: "I am filled with the sensation of drowning each and every day."

and this one: "When he walked out of the SHU, he saw his first tree in 12 years."

and this one: "Solitary confinement is a living death. Death because it is the removal of nearly everything that characterizes humanness, living because within it you are still you. The lights don’t turn out as in real death. Time isn’t erased as in sleep…"

(from shane bauer reporting on solitary confinement in California: x)

i don't have words for the kind of rage i feel when i think about all the people being tortured in solitary right now and every single fucking day; loved ones + activist acquaintances + people i have never met. i want to start breaking things. i want to tear it all down. some days i feel so incredibly guilty that i saw the leaves fall outside today--how is it that i get that and she's still in there. there are no words.