#option 1

[depressionwhosshe]

Another child!spider with a kuru au

Kid spider gets into either a) an argument with another kid b) overhears a really hurtful conversation abt him or c) is walking home when a sudden storm comes around and sweeps him away

Any way it happens he ends up in a really fast and deep river where he manages to grab onto a log/branch large enough to keep him afloat

The log also happens to be holding up an atokirina >:)

Spider cant really get off the branch so he pulls himself up and holds his hands over the spirit (to make sure it doesnt fall into the water) while he makes small talk with it

At some point spider manages to fall asleep or is knocked out and when he comes to he’s in the goddamn ocean and he is scared as hell but at least his little buddy stayed with him so eywa must be watching over him

This is where his battery finally starts to run out of power

Usually he would panic and he kind of is except there is really nothing he can do atp.

Well, nothing he can do to live

He figures if he’s gonna die anyways he’s gonna do it while looking at pandora without a mask on. So he tells his little buddy and wishes the spirit luck in finding her way back to land bc spider cant help her from here

He takes off his mask and lays down on the branch and he doesnt notice the dark ocean that bursts to light under him. Almost as if there’s a path to him

(There is. A pod of tulkun take notice, and they follow eywa to where she leads them. A small pink boy on a large branch who isn’t breathing with glowing tendrils growing out of his nose and mouth)

One of the female tulkun gets him into her mouth, and then its a race to the cove of the ancestors (which they were suspiciously close to, looking at u eywa)

Anyways, after they put him into the tree and it connects to him, spider wakes up in the spirit world, except he’s not in the forest, he’s on a beach and there’s an old woman with a stern face looking through him

She seems to find something she can at least agree with in this tiny, wet dog looking, pink child, because she holds out a hand to him and tells him that he doesn’t have much time to choose.

‘Choose what?’

‘Do you want to die, or do you want to live?’

Spider chooses to live. So the woman leads him through the eye of eywa, and he wakes up underwater while surrounded by tulkun. One of which takes him into her mouth which he is def confused by but also he is tired af and just kinda goes back to sleep😭

The tulkun (who i say is Roa, couldnt fit it in but its her) take spider to the metkayina who r by now gathered on the beaches bc the tulkun are ahead of schedule and sounded worried

Roa gets as close to the shore as she can while the others hang back a bit- to show that now isnt the time for a visit- and calls out for Ronal

Ronal who shows up and is horrified when her spirit sister pushes a tiny pink thing into her arms from inside her mouth. Before Ronal can even begin to think abt wtf is going on roa reaches out for tsehaylu, bc there is no WAY she can explain it all in words

Ronal sees all that her sister has seen and is still confused but at least she isnt hostile anymore. When they disconnect, Roa tells ronal that the tulkun guided him to eywa. Now it’s her turn to guide the boy to the People

She takes him and then it can go a few different ways

1) when the wind traders come around they ask them to ask around the forest clans for a missing human boy named spider. When word reaches jake and norm they get there as fast as possible and either they leave him be, or the custody battle of the decade starts

2) they keep him and raise him and eventually the sullys come asking for uturu and are SHOCKED bc uh that is spider- spider without a mask- spider with a kuru- spider as the Tsahiks son- spider as blessed by eywa

I personally like option two better. I especially like it with spider with memory loss. Either from the time his brain was without oxygen or because somewhere along the line he managed to hit his head hard as hell

Yeah. Thats all i have on this for now. Might brew up some more ideas later but idk

This got to be really long. Also, sorry abt any spelling mistakes 😔💔

[a-neverending-dream]

I think that if v!Pyro was in a time loop for long enough, he would just stop trying. The first day when everyone's meeting eachother (Pyro either full skipping the Pearl and Owen meeting altogether by that point or intentionally only meeting Pearl), he just starts saying everyone's "lines" as they say them. They're stuck anyway with seemingly no way out, why not just cause a little but of chaos

It's not like it will change things anyway

They help, as they've always have before, something to do and it does feel nice to do (the smallest of sparks in this seemingly endless dark), unnerving everyone as they continue to just... talk. Say what people are thinking, accurately "predicting" what they will do, who they'll be with, where they'll go. It's been long enough to at the least know the first days well and he's picked up a lot of how their small "community" works no matter what little he knew when this all began

He stays in town that fateful night, long since avoiding being violently turning that night, the inevitable not needing to happen sooner than it needs and he's found ways to make it less painful. Instead, they watch as Owen and Scott leave with Shelby, a faint ache in their chest at what will happen to their fledgling sister and make a vague comment about that being a bad idea and that "it was a bad night to leave town" when questioned

(He didn't notice the exchange of glances, not paying attention to the whispers starting up, only vaguely noting that there was always someone near him, noting what he was saying)

Things change. They always do, but this time feels different. People are questioning things sooner, the ones not in the supernatural know asking Avid (who Pyro stopped trying to at least mess with. It wasn't worth it and he's become to numb of it all), those in the know speeding up their efforts to at the least protect themselves. It's new, and intriguing, but they make no effort to chase it. Why should when he already knows the multiple ending?

Instead, he continues as he has before, going through the familiar motions with added commentary, answering questions when asked and knowing (now more vaguely) what people will do, what events will happen on this night/day and so forth. People are easy to predict if you pay attention and know them as well he did now and he couldn't bring himself to care that things weren't following the endless pattern

Vampires got revealed, as expected, and the castle attack happened sooner, but... things had changed. Only four vampires and the animosity against the castle was stronger, and yet the newest fledgling was open about being a vampire. And no one chased them out. There were arguments, sure, but everyone was... closer, for a lack of a better word. And he wasn't being left alone

The paths and places of where he could be turned (alone unnoticed unwanted) were cut off, the townsfolk getting in-between him and the castle, not interfering, but in the way (it couldn't be protecting. No would care for him). It was mildly frustrating, but he couldn't be bothered to do something about it

Time marched on and they lost track of it all. Reacting, but not there, just waiting for this odd loop to end, separating himself from it all

And then it was the end. People were getting out, vampires once again "winning" in the end, themself turned at some point that they couldn't remember, they were getting out alive and they couldn't believe this, couldn't understand, but they tried and were so close and-

Pyro wakes up again, on a too familiar beach, in a land not yet marked by new feet and tragedy. They only got one foot out of Oakhurst's borders, the closest they've ever come to getting out, but it hadn't mattered

He was never meant to get out Oakhurst alive and that hurt worse than any stake to the heart

[edenescapist]

In light of recent events

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Greys Anatomy AU: Active Shooter Option 1

When a bereaved husband walks into the surgical center of Seattle Grace Hospital, no one is prepared. Least of all Lena and Lexie, who came in expecting nothing more than to be overworked and underpaid. The poff-poff of gunfire sounds distant at first, almost like a car backfiring. It's noteworthy only in the sense that the parking lot is out of earshot from the core maze of corridors the interns frequent.

The screams that follow confirms the situation is far deadlier.

Lena's first instinct is to hide. What else can she do? She's on the glass-lined catwalk outside the chief's office, and the only shelter is a low ledge that serves as a planter box for indoor office plants.

She knows she's been seen when the man's boots clomp closer, and she almost screams when he fires, the retort of the gun impossibly loud, and the unfamiliar attending who's just rounded the corner falls in a mist of blood.

But the terrified intake of breath isn't hers. It comes from the far side of the bridge, making the shooter turn sharply. Recognizing the voice, Lena's world slows. Peeking out around the corner she's hiding behind, Lena sees the man, and Lexie beyond him, her features wide and stricken with panic.

The gun lifts towards Lexie, and the world launches back into warp speed. Without a single thought Lena charges from behind her corner with a shout.

"HEY!"

The man whips around with pistol outstretched, but Lena pitches her weight down and back, her momentum sliding her into the man's legs like a baseball player sliding into home plate.

The shooter tumbles down on top of her, and Lena starts fighting for her life.

The gun clatters against the tile, sliding out of reach, but the man reacts quickly, wrapping his hands around Lena's throat, pressing down with all his weight as he squeezes. For several breathless seconds, Lena struggles ineffectually to loosen his grip with prying, desperate fingers, before her mind remembers the self-defense she took as a girl.

Her scrabbling fingers move deliberately to dig her nails deep into the man's nail beds. His fingers flinch only a fraction, but that's all she needs. Lena wrenches at his thumbs, widing the space between them as she bucks her hips, unbalancing him. His unsteadiness sends him lurching towards her and she immediately shoves her fingers towards his eyes.

She catches only one, but it's enough. He shouts, cursing, and draws himself fully back onto his heels. Lena sucks in a breath, choking as she squirms out from underneath him. The movement pulls his attention back towards her, and he reaches for her ankles to yank her back towards him.

Lena scrambles just out of reach, lunging towards the discarded pistol. She wraps her palms around the grip and points it towards him with both hands, still lying on her back. The man lumbers to his feet with murder in his eyes.

"Stay back!" Lena shouts, the warning scraping against her bruised larynx.

The man instead reaches behind him, and withdraws another pistol from the back of his waistband. Panic grips Lena anew.

"Put it down!"

The man ignores her. The muzzle of the pistol lifts towards her.

Lena squeezes the trigger.

Once, twice, three times in rapid sequence, straight towards center of mass. All three rounds punch little red holes in his chest. The man stands so close to Lena that his blood splatters against Lena's face in little droplets.

There's a long, terrible moment where the man sways in place, rifle balanced between both hands, before he topples over. In truth, it takes no more than a heartbeat.

Lena freezes, gasping for breath. Then new instincts take over.

With shaking fingers she ejects the magazine and pops the remaining round from the chamber. Flinging gun and mag in opposite directions, Lena scrambles to her feet. She kicks the second pistol out of the man's reach then kneels down, laces her fingers together, and begins chest compressions.

---

Lexie watches the scene unfold with wide, horrified eyes. Frozen, she watches Lena pelt towards the gunman, then somehow disarm him, and then...

The triple crack of the pistol firing explodes in Lexie's ears. She recoils, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut against the noise. When she looks up once more, she immediately doesn't know who's fired first, until the man collapses.

Relief washes over Lexie when Lena flings the pistol away in pieces, only for shock to take over when her girlfriend tries to save the life of the man who'd tried to kill her.

Lexie only comes back to herself when she sees the single-minded determination on Lena's face as she shoves her weight against the man's chest in sharp, even compressions.

"Get a crash cart!" Lexie shouts to the nurse she sees cowering next to the chief's office. The woman doesn't seem to hear her, but Lexie doesn't have time to shake her out of it.

"Now!" she tries again, but already moving towards Lena, unknowing whether the nurse obeys or not.

But even as she slides to her knees beside Lena, new voices begin to shout at them.

"Step away from the suspect!" barks the SWAT commander moving towards them, his strides careful and measured with a rifle of his own settled confidently in the pocket of his shoulder.

Lena doesn't respond, even as the policeman and his partner continue their approach.

"I said step away--"

"If I stop this man dies," Lena says evenly.

Pressing her fingers to the man's pulse point, Lexie looks up to meet Lena's gaze. "He's already dead."

For several brisk compressions, Lena says nothing.

"Lena. He's gone."

Something flickers across Lena's features, something Lexie is unable to interpret or understand. But then Lena stops, and lifts her bloodsoaked hands in surrender.

---

Lena saved her.

Now over an hour later, the SWAT officers have given way to crime scene analysts and detectives come to take statements and tally the dead. The blood on Lena's hands has grown tacky, drying in the coolness of the hospital air conditioning.

Lena has said nothing. Neither has Lexie. They sit together on a ledge, shoulders pressing together in as reassurance as they can manage. When Lexie glances at Lena, her features are blank, placid, with no indication she felt the same tremors of abating adrenaline that Lexie feels. Lexie knows Lena is in shock, but doesn't know what words would pull her out of it.

The sound of Lena's phone ringing makes Lexie jump.

Lena pulls her cell from her pocket with gummy fingers. For a long moment, she stares at the screen, where Lexie sees "Mother" flashing with an incoming call.

Then-- Lena cracks.

Her breath hitches suddenly, sharp and broken as a sob bursts out of her. Lexie moves to kneel in front of her, wrapping her hand around Lena's wrist. When the phone continues to ring in Lena's quaking palms, Lexie gently takes it from her and answers for her, even as her other hand reaches up to cup Lena's cheek.

"Dr. Luthor," Lexie greets. She registers the panic on the other end, but her focus remains on holding Lena's gaze, doing her best to ground her.

"Lena is safe," Lexie says, rubbing tears from Lena's cheek. "She's okay."

[kelseetmblr]

Big Brother 27

[princess00wifi]

OKAY. ITS TIME FOR ME TO FREAK OUT ABOUT WHO THE JOKER IS. GIMME SOMETHING FUN. OPEN THE SHOW WITH A FUCKING BANG.

[vessel-and-the-players]

No wait, I want to go to character 2 tho