Tsu'tey teaching Spider to use the bow proper đđ„°
I imagine that Tsu'tey teaches spider, coz he saw Spider protecting Tsu'teys son (Tsayo) from bullies. Even that Spider is so much smaller, he is very kind and brave. Tsayo gets bullied coz he is more pale and light hair and the children call him half demon. But Spider alsways stands up for him.
Pre-view :Â He shouldâve seen it coming. Shouldâve noticed the dazed look in your eyes. But he hadnât. Heâd kept half his mind away from you. Something a doctor should never do with a patient. Something heâd done because heâd allowed himself to reel at the sight of you again.
Warnings : Descriptions of injuries but not explicit below the cut.
Notes :Â Dividers from @andromeda-graphics. No pairing (yet?). NonMc is a biased perspective and the fic isnât specifically written to hate on mc. Medical inaccuracies (i apologize in advance). Might be a little ooc (honestly i'm not a great judge of this) but I tried to keep it in character as best I could. More of an interlude (thus shorter than the last two). There's a brief description of a seizure (about a sentence or two). This'll come out around christmas time so merry christmas everyone.
He shouldâve seen it coming. Shouldâve noticed the dazed look in your eyes. But he hadnât. Heâd kept half his mind away from you. Something a doctor should never do with a patient. Something heâd done because heâd allowed himself to reel at the sight of you again. At the sound of your voice as you made your remarks. Heâd lost focus in trying to keep it. Tried too hard to distance himself and in doing so had neglected you.Â
When the news reached the hospital that a wanderer attack was bringing injured civilians in, Zayne had been in his office, staying late to review patient files. The emergency department was already busy with one of the ambulancesâthe one that had brought you but he hadnât known that thenâand heâd been ready to go home. He was putting his files away when MC had burst into his office with a crazed look in her eyes. She was frantic and in tears. Through her cries, he made out that you had been at the bar. That you had been the one severely injured by the wanderer. That it was you that the first ambulance had brought in.
âYouâre the only one I trust, Zayne,â she said. It was muffled by his chest, where she had hidden her face after throwing her arms around him. He cradled the back of her head with one hand and rubbed circles on her back with the other. His own heart responded to her distress. âPlease, I know- I know this isnât your job but please go help.â He couldnât say no.Â
Heâd calmed her down enough to sit her on a chair in his office before shrugging his white coat back on and rushing to the emergency department. It took more strong-arming than he was proud of but he got himself into the ER where some other doctor was suturing the cuts on your thighs. Had he been a weaker man he wouldâve flinched at the image of his old friend bleeding and unconscious. But, Zayne hadnât allowed himself that privilege and took over your care. Who was going to say no to one of the chiefs? Not many people. Certainly not the doctor whoâd stepped aside when Zayne stepped forward.Â
He never thought heâd be doing this. Countless times he had considered caring for MC but not you. You were always fine. It wasnât you with the heart condition. It wasnât you he saw on the regular. But fate had a way of proving him wrong. It laid you down on the table like an offering as if to say âyouâve been mistaken, doctorâ.Â
After he was done, he let them transfer you over to one of the semi-private wards. He returned to his office where MC was pacing instead sitting like heâd told her to. She crowded him and asked where you were. Were you okay? Where were they keeping you? When Zayne told her, she demanded to go see you. And while Zayne has already bypassed too many rules, he wasnât willing to break anymore. He told her she had to wait until you woke up and allowed her in.Â
When she heard that her face had fallen. Like she thought you wouldnât let her in. And if he was to be honest, he thought the same.Â
It never made sense to him. Your aversion to your own sister. Towards Caleb, perhaps Zayne could excuse it. But you seemed to separate yourself from MC with a persistence unnatural for a twin. He hadnât spared your distance much thought back when you were children. After the incident, helping MC had been his only goal. Only after certain events had he started revisiting his memories of your shared childhood.Â
Heâs organising your file when he suddenly hears a groan and the heart monitor rapidly starts beeping. His eyes snapped to your form on the bed. Spasming and shaking violently. His body moves before his mind can register that youâre having a seizure. He goes through the motions. Pull down the bars on the bed, put you on your side. Keep you from hurting yourself as you seize. It lasted one minute and thirty-four seconds and the staff arrived at the tail end of it. For how itâs supposed to go, it went perfectly. Nothing else went wrong. You werenât hurt more than you were before. No stitches were ripped. And considering the concussion you got, seizures werenât out of the question. Zayne could even argue itâs expected.Â
Yet, he wasnât expecting it. Because he hadnât given you the right amount of attention. Had he done his job better, he wouldâve noted the symptoms and acted accordingly, but he hadnât. And that shakes him. More than he admits to MC when he goes to her after you have settled down.Â
After that, he forces her to go home. Shower, eat, and change because she hasnât done any of that since the day before. To make sure she leaves, he steps out with her and watches her motorcycle shrink as it gets further away. Zayne himself doesnât leave. Not yet. He showers and changes into his spare scrubs in staff bathrooms. He settles himself in his office and places a call to the best neurologist in the hospital.
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damian wayne is far stronger than me if i was sent away from my mother to live with a bunch of annoying white people in new jersey usa of all places i wouldve done far worse than attempt to kill tim drake a few times
PSA: tumblr user littlefuckinmonster is stealing human bones from cemeteries in Louisiana. Please donât let them get away with this and spread the word/signal boost!
For anyone who wasnt around when this happened, this was real. Littlefuckinmonster was actually stealing bones from cemeteries. She is the bone stealing witch. She was specifically stealing bones from poor people. She was arrested for it.
Pre-view :Â You stand still like a rabbit trying not to catch the attention of a predatorâexcept you already have. Your heart fills with this dread as if youâd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. Staring at the face youâd spent years trying not to stare at for too long.
Warnings : Mentions of weapons, cursing, and violence. Physical descriptions of injuries but not completely explicit below the cut.
Notes :Â Dividers from @andromeda-graphics. No pairing (yet?), MC is referred to as she/her, Reader is referred as You. NonMc is a biased perspective and the fic isnât specifically written to hate on mc. Some medical inaccuracies (i apologize in advance). Longer than the last one. Scene with an oc but they're most likely not to be mentioned again.
You stand still like a rabbit trying not to catch the attention of a predatorâexcept you already have. Your heart fills with this dread as if youâd been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. Staring at the face youâd spent years trying not to stare at for too long. Your name escapes her lips unbidden and spoken with awe. Pained and breathless awe. Oh, shit. She steps forward, hand reaching out to touch you when the wall to your right explodes.Â
Thereâs a yell that rises above some shrieking and the wandererâs claws barely catch at your clothes before someoneâ MCâshoves you to the ground. Thereâs a striking pain shooting up from your wrist as you land on it. The cry that wouldâve escaped your lips is silenced when your head bounces off the ground. MC jumps in front of you. Drawing her weapons from their holsters. Through pain-induced tears, you watch as she fights the wanderer with skills youâve only ever assumed sheâd have but never thought to see in action. âGet back!â She yells over her shoulder. Thereâs a flash of concern in her eyes when they latch onto your hand clutching your wrist. The brief lapse of attention on it gives the wanderer a chance to lunge past MC towards you again.Â
You try to scramble back but the pain from your wrist and the throbbing ache growing at the back of your head makes you slow and sluggish. Hands grab your shoulders, but the claws dig and drag through the flesh of your thighs before they can pull you back. A guttural scream breaks through the air and mixes with the cries from the wanderer. Belatedly, you realize itâs yours. A sword descends from behind you striking true to the wandererâs hand clawing down your thigh, forcing it to retract. MC rushes forward, herding the wanderer farther away from you. For one reason or another it had chosen you as a target. Your twin engages it with an intensity she didnât have before and keeps pushing it back through the wall itâd come through.
The back of your head hits something softâmaybe itâs the alcohol and itâs most definitely the blow to your headâbut the impact is enough to send your world spinning. The hands move, one arm slides under your knees and the other wraps around your shoulders. The sudden movement of being lifted into the air makes you shut your eyes in pain. Your wrist throbs and your head is screaming all kinds of warnings to you. Finally, a pained groan spills from your lips that sounds almost like a sob of pain. In your confusion, you try to get away from the one carrying you.Â
You didnât like being held like this in any normal circumstances, especially now when their hand is too close to the three long gashes on your leg and youâre too hurt to be rational. Theyâre warm and firm. And when you try to get out of their hold, they tighten their grip on you, adjusting their grip but still staying clear of the wounds on you. A voice comes from above your head, âIâm trying to get you to safety. Please stop struggling.â You hear the words and they barely register. The voice is soft but itâs grating to your ears. Your savior moves and carries you out of the room and towards the other civilians who had been gathered for safety. They lay you down beside a waiting medic and your eyes open just wide enough to catch the shades of white before they disappear back into the room.Â
Thereâs a lot of other talk going on. One of the medics tries to ask you questions but he seems to be as new to these attacks as you are. If not a little more panicked because he stutters through his questions and his hands shake as he takes your wrist into them. His clumsy handling jostles your injured wrist and you cry out in pain. He cringes and mumbles frantic apologies that you donât hear above the shrieking of the wanderer on the other side of the building and the blows MC and her partner are landing. Who knew the fighting would be so loud? You certainly didnât.Â
The sound of rubble falling and bodies being thrown through walls suddenly stop as a bright light engulfs the room the wanderer is in. Amazing silence.Â
Then the talk starts up again. Relieved sighs and crying emerging around you. You canât find it in yourself to be relieved when your wrist is still throbbing and your thigh is bleeding. And, as youâre slowly realizing, your side, too. Guess it wasnât just your clothes the wandererâs claws caught. The medic doesnât seem to notice and you find it hard to get your voice to work. Just as hard as it is to get your limbs and your eyes to work the way you want them to. Your eyes keep drifting shut and the lights keep turning off on you.
The call of your name takes you out of your daze and your eyes slide from the medicâs working hands to in front of you where a pair of boots stand. MC crouches and brings her face close to yours. The concern is heavy on her face. The sight of it makes you sick with discomfort. Another body crouches beside hers. The same shades of white as before and, while they were muted, they seemed blinding to you. You turn your head away from both of them and the effort it takes to move your head is enough to drain you of the rest of your consciousness.Â
The next time you wake, itâs to a white ceiling and the beeping of a monitor.Â
Fuck. Thatâs your first thought. And your second as you try (and fail) to lift your head high enough to get a look around. Your head still spins but itâs mild and resembles the familiar feeling of a hangover. Itâs morning. That you can piece together. The room was filled with the penetrating brightness of the sun through the windows. You shut your eyes and sigh. There's a painful headache at the back of your head and, thankfully, you remember enough to know the reason for it.Â
âGood, youâre awake!â A cheerful voice sounds from a distance. You turn your head with careful slowness to where the sound came from. By the door, stands a woman in scrubs with a clipboard clutched to her chest. You watch her get closer in silence. Her name tag tells you her name is Alice. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
Like shit. Like my leg got shredded and my brain got stomped on. Thatâs the answer your mind supplies. You plan to share the censored version but when you try to speak, itâs apparent how dry your lips and throat are. You try to swallow but thereâs nothing. And licking your lips to wet them doesnât do much, either. The nurse seems to get it and walks over to the table a few steps away from your bed. You hear the sound of water being poured and almost sigh in relief at the prospect of drinking some water.Â
When Alice returns, she helps you sit up and hands you the glass of water. You finish it like a man returning from the desert. Youâve never been a die-hard fan for water but now youâre reconsidering that stance. You love water. And Alice seems to get that because she refills the cup three times without you asking. As you drink, she asks basic questions like if you knew your name, what city you were in, what day it is, and what got you here. You answer the questions correctly enough and Alice doesnât seem overly concerned with the quality of your responses.
While downing your third refill, Alice decides to try and kill you. âYouâre at Akso Hospital. In ourââ She says it so smoothly, it didnât register right away. When it did, you choked on your beloved water. Your lungs burn as you frantically cough. Can your day get any worse? Probably.Â
When you finally get your choking under control and quiet your coughing, you stare at Alice who looks at you with a soft âsorry-about-the-murder-attemptâ smile. âSorry?â Your voice comes out hoarse. âIâm at Akso Hospital?â
âYes, you were brought in via ambulance after the wanderer attack at Fridliâs Karaoke Bar.âÂ
You nod. You already assumed thatâs what happened. âMy friendsâŠdid anyone come with me?â Even now, a huge part of you dreads that the answer will be no. A gentle sort of no that comes from strangers who know how pitiful you were.Â
Alice nods. âYes, your friend, Taffy, is at our waiting room at the moment. Since she isnât listed as your next of kin or emergency contact we couldnât allow her to be with you.â The flooding relief is almost embarrassing. You canât help but smile at the fact that someone is here waiting for you. âBut, speaking of your next of kin and contact, you donât have one listed.â She hands you the clipboard sheâd been holding and you reach for it with your right hand only to be reminded, with a wince, of your sprained wrist. You take it with your left hand instead. The words are too small and you have to re-read a few sentences to grasp that itâs an information sheet. It had your name and number but there were too many blank lines.
âYou can fill that in later and I can help you with it, but first I need to do some tests if thatâs alright with you?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs fine.â She runs some tests, asks more questions. You answer them as best you could and watch quietly as she writes them down on the sheet.
After youâre done, she gives you a smile. âAlright! Thatâs about everything. Your doctor will come check in on you himself in a few minutes. If you donât mind waiting.âÂ
âItâs all goodâ whoâs my doctor?âÂ
âDr. Li,â Alice says. You nod your head, not recognizing the name. âDonât worry, heâs a great doctor. Youâre in good hands.âÂ
You smile. You didnât doubt that. Akso Hospital is renowned for a reason.Â
Alice leaves after you ask her to let Taffy in to see you. Once youâre alone, you slump back on your bed, shutting your eyes. Your body and head ache. And tiredness coats your frame. If youâd known this was how your visit to Linkon was going to go, you wouldnât have gone at all. Karaoke night of misery and concussions. And sprained wrists and cut thighs. Fantastic.Â
You hear the door open and the quiet footfalls of someone walking in. You bring yourself to open your eyes. The white coat and the dark hair donât register as familiar at first. And maybe itâs the mild concussion but it takes until youâre looking into his eyes that you recognize him. âZayne?â Your voice is incredulous. âWhat are you doing here?â Even though you knew he worked at Akso Hospital, youâre still surprised to see him. Surprised and annoyed because you worked very hard to avoid him.Â
His face is a cold mask of professionalism. Of course. He gives a soft sigh, and your eyes follow him as he walks over to a manila file on the side table. âAs the nurse told you: Iâm your doctor.â With a tone drier than the desert, he speaks without even sparing you a glance. Just flipping through your medical records.Â
âNoâŠshe said my doctor was Dr. Li.âÂ
That gets him to pause his flipping. You watch in confusion as he stares at the file for a second too long before he raises his eyes to meet yours. âWhat do you think my last name is?â He asks.Â
You glance off to the side, then back to him. âHmmâŠSnow?âÂ
Zayne inhales sharply and his eyes shut for a second. âBecause my evol is ice?â When you donât answer in fear of ridicule, he ridicules you anyway. âWhat company have you come across to assume names are decided based on evol type?â
You bristle at his tone even though you know you deserve it. The topic of last names doesn't come up often, and growing up it was always just first names. Was âSnowâ an outlandish assumption? Yes. Do you feel ashamed? No. He should be flattered; it's a cool name. Pun intended.
 â...â You straighten your back as best as you could and stare back at him. âArenât you a heart doctor? Isnât this a little below your station?âÂ
âCardiac surgeon,â he corrects coolly, already back on looking into your records. You donât miss his dodging.Â
âRight.â You rest your head back on the pillow and shut your eyes. You listen to the rustling of the papers in the otherwise silent room.Â
The chair is nearly soundless when Zayne sits down. When your eyes flicker open heâs at your eye level with the same flashlight Alice used. Sitting quietly, you let him do the same assessment she did, and you fail to be surprised when he officially diagnoses you with a concussion.Â
Despite some grumbling from you, Zayne changes the bandages on your thigh and side. The ones on your side were fairly shallow but the gashes on your thigh had stitches. The sight of your injuries makes you a little sick; youâve never been hurt like this before. You didnât think youâd ever be, in all honesty.Â
âHow did they decide to assign you as my doctor?â Putting Zayne on your case is like bringing a gun to a knife fight. Overkill. And a weird decision on his part to agree to it. Conflicts of interest or something like that. Well, not really âinterestâ but just knowing you. You werenât ignorant enough to consider yourself a real conflict for him.
He doesnât answer right away. Just as you start to think heâs ignoring you, he speaks while carefully re-dressing your wounds. âIf you werenât aware,â he says, not looking up from the bandages. âIâm your familyâs primary care physician.â
You want to say thereâs not much of a family anymore. And youâd assume you stopped sharing anything with everyone once you moved out. You thought Josephine removed you from the list of kids she had or something. Though, maybe un-adopting a kid is not as easy just because they no longer live with you.Â
âMC arrived soon after you to ask me to take you in my care,â he adds. You nod. So, thatâs the real reason.Â
âYouâre the only one she'd trust,â you muse out loud. You almost miss how his hands pause for half a second. âIs she here?â You ask, not because you want to see her, but to prepare yourself in case you do.Â
âYes,â he answers. âSheâs waiting to see you.â Alice hadnât mentioned another person in the waiting room with Taffy. You might have a guess why.Â
Zayne finishes bandaging you up and he removes his gloves. You stare at his hands in growing confusion as a weird sense of Deja vu dawns on you. Distantly, you hear the heart monitor speed up before you lose consciousness.Â
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The lesson of avatar was never âkilling bad people makes you just as bad as themâ it was âyou cannot be letting fascists dictate what counts as a win or lossâ guys like come on itâs been 20 years
Katara doesnât forgive Yon Rha and hug him and dry him off and walk him home she leaves him scared and sniveling and crying in the mud but she leaves him alive because she realized in that moment that she was only doing this because she felt like she had to. She hates this man, therefore she should want to kill him, right? The narrative isnât saying wow Katara killing a mass murdering fascist dickwad is just as bad as said dickwad killing an innocent wife and mother during a raid on her home, itâs saying wow isnât it fucked up that this little girl has been forced to carry this deep seated anger in her for most of her life to the point where the only outlet she believes she has for it is killing a man in cold blood? And like⊠yeah! That is pretty fucked!
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