[Hey Violet, you remember that back and forth reposting we had on that one post I did and you countered my worsening of the matter with the prospect of tattoos? :> Heh... Buckle up.]
Ahem; in retaliation/acceptance of the challenge administered to me in form of "(please don't)" spoken by @violetstarc4, I give to you my means of torment. Enjoy your suffering~
Jay remembered the day he and Nya had gotten their matching tattoos, the one which replicated the likeness of their Promise medallions, just in the form of ink on their skin. He could remember how tightly he had held her hand as she laughed softly when his was getting done; the pain was fine, it was just the sight of the needle which made him uneasy. He never liked needles—makes sense as he grew up on a junkyard in the middle of the desert with oh so rare visits to the hospital.
She continued to laugh and tease him for that long after the day itself, though every single time, repented for her poking fun in payment of cuddles and kisses.
He liked her cuddles and kisses.
Which meant that it was only natural for the universe to take those away from him.
It was the Merge that took them.
It was the Merge that took her.
—
Needles.
His bleary eyes opened and was instantly blinded by the bright white light, feeling its searing intensity like it was burning into his skull and causing spots to appear in his sight. When he managed to blink and squint his eyes open enough to battle the light, he registered that there were silhouettes of people above him, holding objects with thin, pointed ends.
They were needles.
He didn't know why it unsettled him so greatly; the uneasiness, almost nauseating, was so great it was to the point he tried moving, ignoring the agonizing pain striking through his entire body. He felt hands on him as he had to be held down. He thought he could feel the pinpricks of the syringes piercing his skin, but the stinging and aches and dizziness kind of drowned out all other feeling. He could see hints of red, mainly on himself, with the crimson of both dried and fresh blood plaguing what little of his body that he could see; his vision even still rimmed with the same color.
Just from what was in his peripheral, he wasn't sure he wanted to look down at the rest of him.
However, either way, he did so as much as he could. And what he saw nearly made him sick under the oxygen mask that had been placed to cup the lower half of his face.
There was blood. Everywhere.
One injury which stuck out to him was on his right forearm, mauled and torn up. Deep gashing of the flesh revealed bone, at least part of the bone that wasn't sticking out; it was as it his arm had been completely crushed.
He felt like he was accustomed to blood, maybe even had some medical knowledge, and was just used to seeing it—he couldn't remember why, but he felt like that was the case—but the sight of his own bone still made him want to puke. Yet, past the blood and shredded skin—or rather on the shredded skin—were spots of black; ink. He could only speculate it was a tattoo.
Then the sluggish revelation came to him as he realized that he should probably know exactly what it was, but didn't.
What had happened to him?
Shouldn't he know what was going on?
Why didn't he?
His head was throbbing and aching—his entire body was.
Through the mental fog which was clearing only to produce splitting pain in his brain, an onslaught of more questions he should know the answers to swirled; where was he? Who were these people tending to him and shouting as they did, voices muffled by the ringing in his own ears? Did he know them? Were his his friends? Family? Were they helping because they were worried? Why did he feel like he knew someone who was worried, but who wasn't here? If they cared and worried, shouldn't they be here? Why did the area on his body, where he somehow knew there was a pocket, feel so light? Did he lose something? What was it? Why did thinking about losing what had been in that pocket make his heart ache more than it already was, when he didn't even know what he had lost?
His heart rate spiked as another thought came to mind: who was he?
That thought terrified him; he had no clue who or where he was, who these people are, what had happened to him with the result of ending up like... this-
He was lost.
He was more lost then his heart could ever remember him being before.
It didn't help that whenever he looked at the needles injecting numbing , he felt a weight in his mangled hand, as if someone else's should be holding it. Yet there it lay, holding onto nothing except air.
He glimpsed one of the figures raising something resembling a saw, before the scent within the oxygen mask every so faintly changed, and when he breathed it in, everything instantly went back.
—
"Manager Walker!"
His eyes snapped up to his office door with a slight jolt—out of fear of his "paperwork sessions" being discovered—before the annoyance quickly took place. A scowl plastered over the competitive expression which made an appearance whenever he was gaming, pushing his chair away from his desk as his paused the game and set the control down. He stood and stalked out of the smaller room into the much larger room where there was a swirling blue portal in front of a long treadmill-like moving aisle. To the left of the portal, straight ahead in front of his office door, was a raised platform containing many monitors, as well as two other agents working them
"Subagent Prentis," Jay answered, eyes narrowed at the pale-haired man who stood at the railing up on the platform. "What is it this time."
The man wearing the sunglasses above him fidgeted. "Your, um, parts you requested from engineering- They were dropped off with all forms already signed- So-"
Jay gave him an exasperated expression as if telling him to simply get on with it.
The agent gulped. "It's over there- Uh- Sir-" He pointed towards the stairs leading up to the platform, Jay finding a small box placed to the side of them before walking over, his steps steady and sure as he slinked along in his suit.
"Good; now if you'll excuse me, I was in the middle of some very important work." He cast another quick stern look to Prentis as he retrieved the box before reentering his office and closing the door. Once the door was shut, he let out a slight breath.
In that short pause from entering his office again, newcoming thoughts of the questions he used to ask had been smothered before they even came to be; it made it easier having forgotten all about the tattoo-like markings that had been on his arm when he woke up, years ago. He never remembered anything else; he wouldn't have remembered himself if it weren't for the Administration telling him, and he still didn't know what it was like or who he was before the occurrence known as the Merge. Nowadays, though, he just didn't bother questioning; he knew the life he had now and that's all he cared to know, because maybe it was better not knowing if he had left someone behind.
Jay walked back over to his desk, turning his chair slightly with one hand as the other held the box, swiveling it back to facing the desk once he was sat down. He tore open the top flaps of the cardboard, snapping the tape, before opening a drawer to his desk.
He needed these parts to keep the mechanics working, having to order more to input an upgrade every time it started locking up. Like it did now.
"Schnike-!" Jay cursed as his right hand stiffened, refusing to move, and dropping items back into the drawer. With a grumble, he reached his left hand in instead, pulling out a few thin tools and setting all but one on the table surface. Then, using the same hand, reached into the package to grab a couple of its small contents before placing the box next to the other tools.
He shrugged off his suit jacket to rest on the back of his seat then rolled up the right sleeve of his white dress shirt, turning his arm to be palm-up. He fiddled with the tool in his left hand and wiggled its point against a small area on his right arm before a hatch popped open in the metal; he then began skillfully using the new parts to replace the pieces not working within his personally designed and own creation.
He was proud of it, especially having accomplished its construction quite literally single-handedly. And even though it was a bit of a hassle to get it working when some parts ran out of use, but being the inventor he was—and that part of him really being the only part he remembered/knew about himself—he always found a small joy out of upgrading the mechanics in his prosthetic arm.
I really really want to hate it cause what do you mean you put him through the whole ordeal or getting the tattoo only to destroy it??? That’s horrible! And not even destroy it a little bit holy crap! His whole arm??? Nya’s going to be devastated.
But it’s so so good. And I love the way you wrote it, because I wasn’t completely sure if he’d lost the whole arm or just had a massive scar over the spot until the end.
Hehehe... Because he's Jay; of course he has to be the cockroach and go through the whole ordeal~! If it's so horrible if I do it, why isn't it horrible when Jay does it? Going through a whole ordeal to form a strong, affectionate, loving, good relationship just to destroy it??? And not just a wee bit destroyed, but forgetting the entire thing and even forgetting her! Nya's going to feel sorrow and heartache every single time she makes contact with the cold steel of that arm; it's just a reminder that she wasn't always there for him and the cold empty feeling she feels when she feels that arm is exactly what he felt when he woke up to have no one but himself.
I'm glad you liked ittt!! I got to the end of the second section before I wasn't able to get online for like over a week and so just today I went back and added/edited some things then finished it! I think I turned out pret-ty well, if I do say so myself! That's exactly what I was going for, not leaving gaps in the way of writing but keeping it masked enough to leave the read without the whole picture until the very last line. (The original idea was just a scar, but then I thought "But what if he forgot it entirely...? Which means he would have to have zero trace of it at all... Hmm...")
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So you know like the scary but amazing mutual? The person you think is awesome but also you're afraid to talk to them? Like, you want to be friends and discuss something or send an ask or even just comment on their posts but also you're afraid of them getting weirded out and unfollowing...
Yeah, I have multiple of those.
But anyway, here is my permission for any mutual who finds me scary but also wants to interact more. Please interact. I won't hate you. As long as you're not like outright attacking me all the time or being super creepy, I would be happy to hear from you or strike up a conversation.
the wording here is so good for a loophole. 'no one ever found that teapot in the first place' couldve easily been twisted to instead be soto never finding it, meaning he never traps nadakhan at all. is he stupid
According to the CDC, in 10 percent of those drownings, the adult will actually watch the child do it, having no idea it is happening. Drowning does not look like drowning—Dr. Pia, in an article in the Coast Guard’s On Scene magazine, described the Instinctive Drowning Response like this:
“Except in rare circumstances, drowning people are physiologically unable to call out for help. The respiratory system was designed for breathing. Speech is the secondary or overlaid function. Breathing must be fulfilled before speech occurs.
Drowning people’s mouths alternately sink below and reappear above the surface of the water. The mouths of drowning people are not above the surface of the water long enough for them to exhale, inhale, and call out for help. When the drowning people’s mouths are above the surface, they exhale and inhale quickly as their mouths start to sink below the surface of the water.
Drowning people cannot wave for help. Nature instinctively forces them to extend their arms laterally and press down on the water’s surface. Pressing down on the surface of the water permits drowning people to leverage their bodies so they can lift their mouths out of the water to breathe.
Throughout the Instinctive Drowning Response, drowning people cannot voluntarily control their arm movements. Physiologically, drowning people who are struggling on the surface of the water cannot stop drowning and perform voluntary movements such as waving for help, moving toward a rescuer, or reaching out for a piece of rescue equipment.
From beginning to end of the Instinctive Drowning Response people’s bodies remain upright in the water, with no evidence of a supporting kick. Unless rescued by a trained lifeguard, these drowning people can only struggle on the surface of the water from 20 to 60 seconds before submersion occurs.”
This doesn’t mean that a person that is yelling for help and thrashing isn’t in real trouble—they are experiencing aquatic distress. Not always present before the Instinctive Drowning Response, aquatic distress doesn’t last long—but unlike true drowning, these victims can still assist in their own rescue. They can grab lifelines, throw rings, etc.
Look for these other signs of drowning when persons are in the water:
Head low in the water, mouth at water level
Head tilted back with mouth open
Eyes glassy and empty, unable to focus
Eyes closed
Hair over forehead or eyes
Not using legs—vertical
Hyperventilating or gasping
Trying to swim in a particular direction but not making headway
Trying to roll over on the back
Appear to be climbing an invisible ladder
So if a crew member falls overboard and everything looks OK—don’t be too sure. Sometimes the most common indication that someone is drowning is that they don’t look like they’re drowning. They may just look like they are treading water and looking up at the deck. One way to be sure? Ask them, “Are you all right?” If they can answer at all—they probably are. If they return a blank stare, you may have less than 30 seconds to get to them. And parents—children playing in the water make noise. When they get quiet, you get to them and find out why.
Can I just say thank you to OP for putting such a detailed description on this?
I’ve been a lifeguard for 6 years now and of all the saves I’ve done, maybe two or three had people drowning in the stereotypical thrashing style. And even those, like the save I made last weekend, it was exactly like OP describes where the person’s head is going in and out of the water but it isn’t long enough to get any air. Mostly you recognize drowning by the look on someone’s face. If someone looks wide eyed and terrified or confused, chances are they’re drowning. That look of “oh shit” is pretty easily recognizable. And even if you can’t tell for sure: GO AFTER THEM ANYWAY. I’ve done “saves” where a kid was pretending to drown and I mistook it for real drowning, but that’s preferable to a kid ACTUALLY drowning.
Also please remember that even strong swimmers can drown if they have a medical emergency, get cramps, or get too tired. If your friend knows how to swim but they’re acting funny get them to land. And even if someone can respond when you ask them if they need help, if they say they do need help? GO HELP THEM.
However . If the victim is a stranger, I can’t recommend trying to get them. Lifeguards literally train to escape “attacks,” because people who are drowning can freak the fuck out and grab you and make YOU drown as well. If you do go in after someone, take hold of them from the back and talk to them the whole time. IF YOU ARE GRABBED: duck down into the water as low as you can get. The person is panicking and won’t want to go under water and should release you. Shove up at their hands and push them away from you as you duck under. Don’t die trying to save someone else.
Please guys, read and memorize this post. Not all places have lifeguards. Being able to recognize drowning is such an important skill to have and you can save someone’s life.
In a water park once, I was suddenly grabbed by a child and he dragged me under the water without warning. I was going to get angry with him when I resurfaced because I thought he was being an ass, until I looked at him go back in and out hyperventilating the entire time. I grabbed him under his arms and began trying to drag him out while screaming for the lifeguard.
When the lifeguard got us both out, a woman came running down and accused me of harming him and said he had been completely fine in the water. That there was no reason to drag him out of there. The lifeguard had to explain to her that her son had been drowning, to which her response was to say that she didn’t hear him call for help.
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The advice Ronin gives Nya in s5 is opposite to why Morro ended up the way he did.
"Usually when someone wants something too badly, they'll trip over their own feet." Is what he warns her about and it's exactly what happened with Morro. He cared too much, he wanted the green gi too badly, he ruined his own life and afterlife and brought harm to others.
And in a way, that is crucial to Nya's success at the end of the season. Nya and Morro are very similar. They care too much, they're prodigies, they hate failure, they struggle with their anger and they cling to titles they desire to define them only for those titles to be ripped away. Even their elements are similar.
Nya embraced her flaws, her failures, she listened to that advice and in the end she came up on top. She learned to not quit, the first rule of being a ninja. With Nya's success came Morro's downfall. He hit the rock bottom and he is the other side of the coin to what 'ninja never quit' leads to and only when he did finally give up did he come closer to inner peace he'd robbed himself of for so long.
Having an arc opposite to Morro's is exactly what allowed Nya to triumph.
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Initially I planned to finish this work by the 1st of June cause in the place where I live we celebrate International Children's Day on this date, and I wanted to create something nostalgic (looks at the calendar, mmmm.. entire week later, I never meet deadlines ._.)
It's a song named "Маленький" (en. Small/Little) by the rock band Дайте танк (!) (to translate literally "Give us a tank (!)")
The lyrics in English doesn't have a rhyme, but I hope it's understandable
(Definitely not me trying to convince the Internet that Mistral is real, and he's Morro's cat)
Damn it, why Tumblr allows only 30 tags? (._.)
Я снова маленький
Изначально я планировала закончить эту работу к первому июня, потому что в месте, где я живу, мы празднуем День Защиты Детей в эту дату, и я хотела сделать что-то навевающее ностальгию (смотрит на календарь, мммм... На целую неделю позже, я никогда не успеваю в срок ._.)
Эта песня называется "Маленький" группы Дайте танк (!)
(Точно не я пытаюсь убедить интернет, что Мистраль существует и является котом Морро)
Да что ж такое, почему Tumblr позволяет только 30 тегов? (._.)
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in finnish, the '@' symbol is sometimes referred to as 'kissanhnta' [cat's tail] or 'miau', 'miau merkki' [meow marks]. in the pokemon universe, i thought it might be cute if the '@' symbol were called 'the mew' or 'mew symbol'
considering both bill and professor oak would know about mew, i imagined a conversation in which this term was coined in which professor oak tries (and finally succeeds) at sending his first email.
