Dadbert didn’t know what to make of the scene before him. It was definitely John, but there was a malevolence surrounding the frightened form of his son.
But what he found most troubling was the sight of him crying. John never cried, not even when he wanted to. It must have been a horrifying experience to make him release the wells behind his eyes.
"Dad…" Johns voice broke as he spoke out, startled by the unearthly echoes that were uttered his word words with him. He swallowed after a moment, steeling his nerves. "What happened to me?"
His father didn’t reply at first, but how could he? Just a few hours ago, John had left in costume, in synch with the nightly routine that had existed for years. Yet right now he stood on the threshold of his father’s room, trembling like a small child that was going to be punished for doing something wrong.
"I…I don’t know," was the whispered answer.
John shut his eyes tightly. That was the last thing he ever wanted to hear. He wanted nothing more to snap out of this sudden nightmarish scenario. “She was there, Dad. She was watching and trying to stop it.”
"What?" Dadbert was not entirely sure in how to process the statement. If it was a civilian, then his son might be in danger of being exposed, as well as having someone else’s life thrown into chaos. He feverishly prayed mentally, hoping that this was not the case. "Who was there? You need to tell me everything about tonigh-"
"The wind! She was there! She tried to stop this! And she was screaming while it happened!" John fell to his knees, his hands digging into his frost white hair. "It’s like it was trying to protect me," he gasped in his strange new voice. "But when this-" he gestured at the dark aura that leaked off of his skin, "when this got past her defenses, she howled. The wind was in pain, like a mother losing a child!" John broke down into a fit of crying once more. "What the hell’s going on tonight?!"
His father knelt down and placed his hands on his son’s shoulders. “I’m not sure. But we’ll get through this. I promise.”
And that, ladies and gents, is a scene from a little ficlet I’m writing called ‘Dark Wind Calling.’ As you may have guessed, it’s about Heir going Grimdark a little while after the encounter with the Midnight Crew. It’s still in the works, and as I still have no idea how to post fics on tumblr, you may not see it for a while.
But anyways, I hope you all enjoy. :)
I LOVE THIS CAUSE HE LOOKS SO HAPPY
Friend rescued a cat, now it won’t leave his side… - Imgur
LOOKIT HOW TINY IT IS OH MY GOD I COULD DIE
Animal fun fact: Chinchillas can’t get wet. Their fur retains too much water and will start to grow mold. So they bathe by rolling around in dust.
Chinchilla fun fact: Chinchillas have around 20 hairs per follicle; unlike humans who have 2-3 hairs per follicle. Because their fur is so dense, they cannot get fleas or other parasites. The bugs will suffocate in their fur.
Chinchilla fun fact: Petting one of those awesome little guys feels like touching a motherfucking cloud.
crystal gems gotta grocery shop!
I AM HUGGING YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
ALSO SOMEONE ATE ONE OF YOUR SHOES BUT THIS IS NOT ABOUT THAT
Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.
Disney Princess edition
YES YES YES YES YES
#I feel like this is kinda how it is when you meet your favorite celebrity#its this moment you’ve been waiting for for so long#and when it finally happens its this glorious moment#and even though its only a few seconds#its probably the best moment of your life#something you will cherish and think about forever#but to them you’re just another face in the crowd#someone they will never think about again#and its really tragic when you think about it
That’s really depressing… thanks. But it’s true.. I think about that all the time.