lmao trying to get back in the groove of writing and it's not working that well

probs cause school or whatevs kek

but anyway here ewe recent writings:

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warning: implied child abuse, cursing

The little one's stare is unnerving, staring blankly at you from across the room yet it's somehow burning a hole through your skull and oh wow, this is very uncomfortable.

You gulp and the little one seems to have made up their mind about something. They walk towards you calmly, face eerily blank and calm, whereas children their age couldn't even stop their emotions from bursting into color and bleeding to actions and reality. They keep staring, eyes now furrowed slightly in concentration, an unfathomable curiosity, and dubious machinations. And it seemed like they wanted to ask you something.

You turn to them -not leaning down to their height because you think you've seen or read something about this on the internet before and this is your first foster save your soul- and ask, "Do you want anything?"

They just keep their eyes glued to yours and the silence is deafening.

Finally, they speak.

"You're not a real adult."

You blink at that. What did they mean? You scratch the back of your head and let out a little confused chuckle. "Well," you smiled bashfully, "I am just in my 20's so I suppose you could-"

"Real adults curse. They say 'fuck', 'bitch', 'cunt', 'hell', 'motherfucker', 'asshole' and all that stuff." Their hands are crossed in front of their chest as they say this without batting an eye and honestly, you're horrified that they know all of this. "Real adults don't smile at you, they don't care about your well-being, they constantly bring you down, they hit you, punish you, hurt you." Their arms are wrapped around themselves and the long sleeves get dragged upwards, the most you've seen their skin for the few days they've been here. Your eyes notice the little burn marks on their arm, a cigarette burn if you correct. You clench your fists tightly at the sight.

"Frankly, you confuse me. You...don't do any of that." The little one looks down, refusing to look you in the eye.

"Therefore, you are not a real adult," they mutter. "And I don't really know how to feel about that."

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Camp Camp drabbles inspired from Tumble posts

(this one's a Zombie Daniel AU from ghost-wants-murder)

"Shit shit shit shit oh motherfucking-"

Max ran as fast and as far as his legs could take him, hopefully far away from the batshit crazy cultist who has, by the way, turned into a goddamn zombie for a reason the younger knew was because the world hated his guts and that fate just wants to make his life as miserable as possible.

(As if it wasn't fucking miserable enough already-)

"FUCK–"

He doesn't waste any time and just pulls himself up, not bothering to check whatever it was that tripped him. Honestly, he didn't even know where he was and where he was going.

All he could think right now was run run run, don't let the shithead get you, just fucKING RUN-

A flash of white lunges at him from behind and somehow, he avoids that by rolling to the side, reminiscent of the main characters in those sorry excuse of action movies. Glinting metal catches his attention, a conveniently placed ax just within his reach.

(Once this whole clusterfuck blows over, he was so going to give David a piece of his min-)

"Oh, Max-"

He grabs the ax and digs the sharp blade into Daniel's shoulder, blood gushing out from the wound and staining the once pure, white, and clean shirt red.

(Had this fucker's eyes always been the color red–?)

Daniel tilts his head sideways and the cracking sounded even louder than ever before.

(His hand was shaking, god fucking- Stop it! God, he's so weak. If he weren't in this situation, he would be laughing at how pathetic he is-

Stop being such a goddamn pussy- )

The blond looms over him menacingly and Max curses his short stature. He's surprised he hasn't thrown up yet. What with the nauseating, metallic stench coupled with the sight before him.

(FUCK HE'S GOING TO DIE–)

Daniel smirks and lets a dark chuckle escape him. He steps forward and grins at Max, who unwillingly let out a shudder visibly run through him.

"That actually kind of hurt..."

(saw an ask to ghost-wants-murder)

David whistles the tune of the Camp Campbell song happily as he does his routinely early morning rounds, giving the flag the official Camp Campbell salute when he passed by it.

That's when he hears muffled voices coming from near the edges of the forest. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity and makes his way towards the noise. Maybe it was another one of Max's attempts of escaping? Or maybe something or someone infiltrated the camp! He needed to check it out right away lest he wanted any danger or injury befall the precious children he proudly calls his campers. With that in mind, he picks up his pace whilst keeping quiet so as to not alert his presence.

The cheerful camp councilor peers from behind the trees and is surprised to find...

"Daniel?" he says, then adds in a bewildered tone. "...and Max?"

It's dark where the two of them are. Daniel's unblinking blue eyes stare at him eerily in the darkness.

"Oh, why hello there David," Daniel greets him politely, a hint of frustration and aggression in his tone but David was sure that was just his imagination.(right?) Hopefully. "Max here," the blond puts his hand onto the little one's shoulders. "Invited me for a little early morning stroll." The cultist squeezes his bruised shoulder tight (subtle enough for David not to notice it) and shoots him a look.

"Isn't that right, Max?"

It was a warning.

(The younger flinches at the touch and then shoves his trembling bloody and hurting hands into the pockets of his hoodie slowly, praying to gods he doesn't believe in that David would get the fucking hint for once.

A sob almost escapes him when he doesn't.)

Max glared at the blond. Then, he just gives a slight nod and stares at the ground like it was the most interesting thing in the world. He doesn't want to meet David's eyes.

(David inwardly frowns. Max wanting an early morning stroll? And with how Max had always seemed displeased -borderline hating- Daniel's presence, it made this occurrence quite odd to say the least.

He could view this as progress. That maybe Max was starting to, at least, have a better and happier outlook on life, that maybe he was starting to get through to the kid, but...

...something nagged at him at the back of his mind and he had a feeling he knew why...)

The three of them walked (read: trudged) back to camp, tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.

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David finds out.

David finds out and he's fucking pissed.

Max is unconscious when he confronts Daniel.

(Oh God, the sight of all those injuries -honestly, that's putting it lightly- makes him want to vomit.

He should've acted sooner, should've listened to Max, should've never let that man get so close to his campers.

Gah, he's seething, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists so tightly that they probably leave crescent marks-)

He could barely contain himself when the blond greets him so casually. How could he still manage to smile when he hAD HURT A CHILD-

He needed to let his anger out and so, he does the first thing that pops up in his mind.

"Please, get the fuck out of Camp Campbell."

The campers in the vicinity gasp.

Daniel tilts his head, cracking. "Why David, what do you mean by that?"

David's eyebrow twitches in annoyance and anger. He gives the blond an awfully fake and menacing smile and Daniel's confident facade falters for a bit.

"Maybe I should've made my meaning plainer."

David rears back his fist and punches Daniel right in the chest, the amount of force behind it sending the blond flying across the dirt.

His knuckles sting a bit as he glares at the man sprawled in the ground clutching his chest in pain with uncharacteristically cold eyes.

"Leave."

(comic of tallgirl14)

"Max?"

He hears a sniffle from behind him and Max freezes. He turns and, lo and behold, there was David. His arm in a makeshift cast and his only free hand wiping the tear from his eyes, staring at Max with a loving and proud look in his eye.

"David?!"

Max couldn't stop the grin from showing on his face.

"I'm sorry, everyone," he grins sheepishly. "I'm just overwhelmed with how much Max loves Camp Campbell!"

"See," he smirks and gestures to the (still crying) camp councilor smugly. "that's how a David acts-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence when Daniel throws a strong and quick jab at him, right in the face.* The blow knocks him off the table with a painful thud. (Hopefully nothing was broken or fractured....)

"MAX!!"

All of them scream, David rushing to the fallen camper. Neil and Nikki coming a close second, worried faces peering at Max's unconscious form.

(Oh heck heck heeecckkk, Max wasn't moving, he isn't moving, he isn't moving–

Why was his chest not moving–

IS HE BREATHING-)

(this one's a random Ninjago thought)

just an alternative thing i thought of one day when i watched Ninjago one day lmao

basically an AU on Hands of Time lmao (so yah, spoilers ewe)

lel sorry for OOCness or anything else like bad grammar and all that, I'm not the best writer kek

anyway, here we go:

"Give us time," Ray blurts out to Krux, gripping his fist tightly. "Let us prepare our children to survive by themselves, at least."

"Ray..." Maya whispers, unsure of what his plea could possibly-

Krux lowers his weapon, and lets out a noncommittal hum. "Fine." He narrows his eyes at them. "But no funny business," he aims the blade in the direction of their two young and precious children. "Or I might have to take some rather..." A sadistic gleam can be seen in his eyes. "Drastic measures."

The former Master of Time puts back his blade in its hidden sheath. "You have a week."

—(0)—

Don't imagine Kai waddling over to his parents whilst carrying Nya with unbalanced steps, almost toppling over in his haste to get back to his parents while Nya crawls over to them after her brother leaves her on the stone floor of their home.

Don't imagine Maya bursting into tears as she hugs her children close. Nya gurgling in delight at the close contact, unknowing of the tears that slipped from her mother's face. Kai wiping her tears and asking, "Why's Mama cryin'?" and Ray lets a few tears escape him. This is for their own good. It's for their own good—

Don't imagine Maya crying in the midst of teaching Kai basic and necessary life skills, because it's the last day they had and if they don't come he's going to kill my little Firestarter and—

Don't imagine Kai's heart-broken and horrified face when he doesn't find his parents anywhere in the house when he woke up.

(Did they leave us–?)

Don't imagine him running around Ignacia and asking if anyone has seen his parents and he needs reassurance that they didn't abandon them and that him and Nya aren't orph—

Nya!

He left her in the house all alone what kind of brother is he? (A useless, pathetic one, that's what—)

Don't imagine Kai hugging his sister with all his might once he gets back home. Nya just returns the hug and Kai is crying, scared and frustrated and betrayed-

She's all he has now.

("Always take care of your sister," a large, coarse yet warm hand ruffles his hair and he giggles, "alright?")

Don't imagine someone calling social workers when a fellow villager puts two and two together.

Don't imagine Kai following the man (albeit reluctantly) at their doorstep to the car, Nya in tow.

Don't imagine Kai's tear-streaked face as Nya is forcefully taken away from him, forcefully separated from the only family he has left.

Don't imagine his young, pain-filled and hoarse, voice screaming and yelling and kicking, desperate to get his little sister back.

"NYA'S ALL KAI HAS! PLEASE, GIVE BACK NYA TO KAI! GIVE NYA BACK!"

Don't imagine Kai slumping in the car seat and leaning his head on the car door, eyes so empty and dark, so devoid of life—

Don't imagine tears dripping down his cheek as he slowly realizes that he's all alone.

Don't imagine him pulling his knees to his chest, shaking, and breaking down, screaming all the fear and anger and sadness out of his system until his voice breaks and he can't make another sound because he forced his vocals past their limits and he might not talk ever again—

Don't imagine the flame in his eyes flickering and dying out altogether.