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brightwoods · 1 year

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Does anyone else feel like almost all of the conflicts that had to do with the various character dynamics in Chain of Thorns didn’t actually get resolved, they just unexplainably ceased to exist after two books of building them up because CC didn’t feel like writing them anymore and she didn’t know how to resolve it naturally after how she’d built the issues up so much?

Like how none of the characters but Cordelia and Thomas had any clue about the Alastair and Charles situation and then suddenly in CoT it was like who doesn’t know? Of course Matthew knew and didn’t say anything before and then randomly brought it up to Cordelia in Paris while assuming she knew too

Or how Alastair and Thomas went from how things were at the end of CoI with Alastair thinking it could never work because Thomas’s friends hate him to oh look everyone suddenly is friends with Alastair with no grudge with no development of that in this book at all, just an abrupt shift

Especially the Alastair and Matthew dynamic where Matthew hated Alastair and wanted him to have nothing to do with any of their friends and he spent CoI ranting about him to Cordelia. And then suddenly in CoT it’s like of course Matthew is supportive of Thomas and Alastair and oh look Matthew and Alastair are suddenly not just tolerating each other for Thomas’s sake but friends despite barely interacting and no development actually showing and never getting any mention of the other in their own POVs, just having Cordelia be like Alastair stop being dumb, you’re literally friends with him now

Or like everyone other than Christopher and Grace where it was like oh we don’t like her for how she’s treated us and her friends straight to anyway she’s one of us. Like yes Grace was useful and yes Tatiana manipulated her whole life, but none of that was why anyone changed their minds or opinions? It was just suddenly the flip of a switch when it was convenient for CC

Or Anna and Ariadne where it didn’t so much develop as Anna just acted mean to Ariadne on and off throughout the series and at the end of CoI she wanted nothing to do with a relationship and then in CoT she was just suddenly like sure I guess I do. Also, slightly different note, but I did not like that Anna barely interacted with anyone else for the entire book and she was just off in the corner being an irrelevant romantic subplot for almost all of the book except when she showed up to barely even be shown in the background being sad about her brother being dead

(Although Anna still got more of a reaction than everyone else and his death was poorly executed all around in the sense of how did you write this so predictably and poorly that no one even knows when he died and it’s so background and 99% of the characters don’t care at all and we don’t see his parents finding out or much of Thomas’s reaction or anything and it’s just as if he wasn’t a character anymore 2 seconds later which is a different genre of issue with CoT but similar problem in the sense that both issues made the book feel a lot more emotionless to read)

And how the issues of Thomas and Alastair being together as two men and Anna and Ariadne being together as two women in this time and the issues of what would happen if the fact that Charles and Alastair were gay got out to the entire Clave just disappeared and never got addressed at all. We know how the ClVe reacted to Alec Lightwood YEARS later. We know society was homophobic at the time TLH is set and that it seems like shadowhunter society was a lot less open-minded than mundanes a century later

I understand that Charles being blackmailed and making shitty decisions was annoying but it was like suddenly everyone finding out wouldn’t have consequences and all the other queer men characters were like how could you possibly be worried about this :/ as if they haven’t spent the whole series knowing they have to be careful about who they tell. And then suddenly it was just of course it’s totally fine and safe to have everyone find out and why wouldn’t you be fine with that. And it was really written in a way that had other queer characters like oh Charles is such a coward for not being ready to publicly tell a bunch of homophobic people his sexuality and it just wasn’t it??? And super weird after Thomas was terrified of telling even Anna and Matthew for years. And also, I did not care for the fact that when Charles did go risk getting outed to finally do the right thing, we didn’t even get to see it through any character’s perspective or how that important meeting went, we just got one line of dialogue from somebody else saying that it happened with no details at all. And I can’t think of other examples right now but there were quite a few moments like that where we got one line saying that something had happened that was important to the plot and to characters’ development that seemed like it would have been more interesting than some of what we did get to see where it was just totally breezed over and way too easy and totally background to less important stuff

And then there was the whole no one reacting to Ariadne and Anna dancing together publicly thing was like yeah that’s nice I guess but not realistic and it doesn’t go with the way things have been presented up to that point, it also just feels like a situation where CC was like well this would be easier for me so there just won’t be consequences and then they can easily end up happily together

And then there was the whole Thomas and Alastair thinking they couldn’t realistically be together thing and knowing they couldn’t get married or be known to be together by anyone they’re not close to and then at the end it’s still not really addressed how they’re going to be together? Like there was the laziest write off of the family tree being wrong and then we still are just left to assume that eventually they move in together and suddenly it’s not a problem and everyone’s fine with it? And then I also feel like we don’t actually know if everyone found out about Alastair and Charles’ sexualities after the blackmail or if people are going to assume about Thomas and Alastair or if that’ll cause issues or if no one knows outside of who they’ve told and they have to be careful or what. Which like wouldn’t necessarily need to be addressed if it wasn’t for the logistics of being together as two men in that time being part of the obstacle that they were struggling with being in their way and then it felt like it was totally forgotten to even be one at the end by CC

Idk like I’d love to think they just lived in a world where homophobia didn’t exist but it felt like homophobia was a plot point when CC wanted it to be an inconvenience and then suddenly disappeared just to make her writing easier the moment she didn’t want it there anymore instead of actually addressing the plots she raised with it if that makes sense?

And sorry, I really did not mean to go on a rant this long. And maybe everyone else had a very different reading experience than I did and other people don’t agree with some or all of this. I personally am just very confused about how the book was almost 800 pages long and it felt like so much of the development in it was us abruptly being told that development had happened rather than actually getting to see it and how so many of the issues were abruptly solved in an I don’t want to write this issue anymore kind of way rather than anything actually needing to be worked at outside of the Belial situation

Edit: You know what, I mentioned it in my tags but I feel like it’s annoying enough to put in the body of the post and make it even longer. What the fuck was with everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else just so that characters could openly talk about the queer characters and tell them to do what they want them to? Why did Matthew out his brother multiple times? Like yes, the people he said it to coincidentally already knew, but he didn’t know that. And why was Thomas outing Alastair? The straights got to keep their secrets as long as they wanted and fix their problems more naturally. Why did I have to sit through queer characters constantly having their sexualities and romantic histories to everyone else when they clearly had not okayed it? Why were the queer characters doing so much of the outing? Why were people who cared about them and knew what it felt like to be afraid of the wrong person finding out just broadcasting their sexualities to make it easier for CC to breeze past development to have their things get resolved fast? Why did no character have an issue with it at all?

#As a queer person the whole using homophobia against her characters as plot just to pretend homophobia doesn’t exist and call her characters #cowards for worrying about it as soon as she’s decided writing it doesn’t serve her plot agenda anymore really icks me right out #Like yeah I’d love homophobia to not exist but girl what are you doing that’s so gross to go about it that way #ALSO everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else to other characters to make it easier to get the queer characters to do what she #wanted them to was a HORRIBLE vibe. Why is Matthew outing his brother? Why is Thomas outing Alastair? Why is everyone telling everyone else #people’s sexualities as if it’s nothing and everyone has a right to know when that character clearly did not feel that way #And it’s so out of nowhere every time too #Hot take: Charles protecting Alastair’s privacy instead of outing him was more valid than anything any of the other queer characters said #about Charles or Alastair’s sexualities even if I hate Charles and his going along with the blackmail was bullshit #Also now that I’ve written all of this down and 99% of what I wrote about in here has to do with the canon queer characters that’s not #a great look either that she did breeze over some of the stuff with the other characters for sure but she was way more likely to skip depth #and development with the queer characters in CoT #CC said no slow burn gradual changes in this book… there’s only room for abrupt 180s and Cordelia running 🏃‍♀️#Sorry if this has weird typos and other mistakes in it. I typed on my phone and didn’t check for autocorrect nonsense and I’m too lazy to #reread this all rn at my current brainpower level #CoT #Chain of Thorns spoilers #Chain of Thorns #The Last Hours #The Shadowhunter Chronicles #Cassandra Clare #My Posts

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moony401 · 1 year

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Happy day before the Chot release to all those who celebrate

#if you understand this you are one of our greatest soldiers 🫡#chain of thorns #the last hours #tlh #chain of iron #I have it preordered like the physical book and the kindle but Australia you’ve gotta help me out I’m on my knees #🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺#I hear New Zealand is also just beautiful this time of year so you know do your thing besties xx

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katnissgirlsmakedo · 1 year

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so Kit dies but I am supposed to accept it?? When cc said this planned since chog I almost dropped my pc, like what? The best boy was done so dirty

i think she should be put in a torture chamber for a few days for this frankly. like i don’t necessarily believe in the prison system but put cassandra clare in prison for a week. if i seem like i’m being unnecessarily dramatic rn i need everyone to understand that the things christoper and grace mean to me are unfathomable to most of you here and i’m so fucking upset that they don’t get to be together because he DIED. and like. there’s no like. thematic reason he had to die so like cassie clearly did it so she could just kill off somebody. ok i don’t know what i’m talking about i haven’t read the book. but like i know christopher… and it’s like. it’s like she wanted to pick somebody to die and only landed on him because he’s like the least “problematic” option because he’s not gay so it’s not bury your gays, and he’s not all depressed and tragic like james so it’s like a subversion or whatever. and he’s a man so it’s not misogynistic (she thinks she still needs to atone for her internalized misogyny crimes with clary. can we all forgive her already so she can just be normal) and it’s like. cassandra no one needed to die… you made it through tmi without killing anyone major and it was still a good series and we all loved it… it’s just so like. upsetting. that she was like “tlh is a TRAGEDY” and then she was like “lol nvm i changed my mind it’s gonna be happy” and then she was like “oh also i’m killing christopher xoxo” like. cassandra i would rather have seen james herondale brutally murdered. this reply is so tonally inconsistent i’ve been typing this in increments since 10am and it is now 1. yes i’ve been thinking about it this whole time and yes i’ve been upset this whole time. i’ve been glaring at customers and angrily folding jeans it’s really bad. anyway. i’m sad about it

#clarification for those of you that have no idea about tlh but have been even vaguely paying attention to me for the last year.#we aren’t talking about THAT kit. this is christopher lightwood it’s a different guy. cassandra just really likes the name christopher #she’s used it three times now it’s ridiculous like get a new name judith.#asks #anonymous #anyway. when i do actually fucking read this book i’m going to be worse than i am right now #tlh lb #chain of thorns spoilers #even tho i’m apparently the only one out of the loop.

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petrareads · 1 year

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hi! i saw your post mentioning chain of thorns and i’m getting drawn by all the hype. do i have to read any books to understand chain of thorns, or is it something i could enjoy without reading the 800 mortal instruments books there seems to be 😅 i have some knowledge of the world but it’s pretty basic. i hope you enjoy your read!

hey!! very good question hahah

In my opinion it would be a bit of a struggle to read Chain of Thorns without at least reading Chain of Gold and Chain of Iron just because that’s the immediate series. But in terms of whether you need to read allll the other shadowhunter books I think you for sure could just jump into The Last Hours series and still understand what’s happening, especially if you know the general basics of the world building/shadowhunter universe

#also this is completely just my opinion so it can be taken with a grain of salt but I actually enjoyed TDA and TID as triologies #more than I’m enjoying the last hours series #tho my opinion might change when I finish chain of thorns!#and also maybe it’s my nostalgia talking because TID is like my all time fave series from my teenager hood #my blog was literally called missherondaletobe cause of TID hahah #ANYWAY #I’m happy to answer any and all shadowhunter questions hahah #petrareads #petraanswers #chain of thorns #Cassandra clare

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hollabookgirl · 1 year

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My personal chain of thorns theories that I have no basis for (other than that I think about them constantly)

Matthew OR Thomas becoming a vampire

Lucie being immortal/possibly resurrecting herself (I’ve thought this was possible ever since I read about Tessa leaving before she could see her kids die, and then when Lucie’s powers were revealed I thought it even more. Very likely this isn’t true but if it IS I’d feel very smug.)

Jordelia endgame but not until the very end of the book

I’m predicting at least three deaths of main characters/important secondary characters. (The ones I think are most likely: Thomas, Alastair, Christopher, Anna, or Grace)

Grace redemption arc (that won’t really work to make the fandom forgive her)

Tatiana wearing at least one (1) stupid outfit (this isn’t a theory so much as a confirmed thing for her character to do)

I feel like Alexander is going to somehow be revealed to be the great-great-something grandparent of Alec, Max, and Izzy

Charles will probably still marry a woman :/

at least one Will DILF moment

at least one Tessa MILF moment

okay the last two were projection

Cecily can have a MILF moment too

strong hinting about herongraystairs lore™️ to either james or lucie

Grace using her powers on Christopher and regretting it

One character will get stabbed (and YES i’ll count demons if it means Being Right)

Lucie axe scene! (I feel like we don’t have enough Lucie axe moments)

Bisexual lucie reveal (that one won’t happen i just think she’s a very bisexual coded character)

Beautiful Cordelia/Cruel Prince James references

Magnus walking in on jordelia (it’s just a rule that herondales get walked in on by magnus at this point)

some reason why magnus doesn’t think anything of malcolm’s eccentric behavior in the tmi era (like a spell gone wrong or smth)

Sona miscarriage OR one character will be announced pregnant

Will disapproving of the ghostwriter relationship

James saying something in the vein of “THAT’S MY WIFE”

Hinting that one or more of the characters of TLH will be in TWP (not just counting magnus/jem/tessa/etc)

#if any of these are accurate i’ll fight apollo myself #chot #chain of thorns #the last hours #tlh #should i make a bingo card #i’m going to make a bingo card #or maybe i’ll just rb this any time i got anything right #i don’t want to be right on some of these but some of them i’m frothing at the mouth for #i was right on some of my tlh predictions when the characters were announced and i’ve bedn riding that high ever since

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puppetmaster13u · 1 month

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Prompt 263

Once More, we return to Tiamat prompts.

It was a wonderful idea, really! If one of them couldn’t break the barrier, then surely their combined might would do it! And it had! It had worked, even if their remaining humanity was sacrificed. They’d done it, they’d made it where everyone could escape, could leave!

… Except for them. Someone had to close the portal. And it all would have been fine, if not for the remnants of the GIW. One last hail mary from the imbeciles, they all supposed. Trapping them here within the Zone.

Separated from their families, from the pair of children they had agreed to raise. At least their siblings would watch over Ellie and Jordan. Kyle could hide them, make sure they were safe. Jazz… Jazz was gone, the final straw in this plan.

They screamed, they raged, they destroyed in grief for those that didn’t make it, and for those who had but had nowhere to go. No portals opened, even as they tore at the green around them. They fought, any that thought they were weak, that they were merely a beast, an abomination trapped in chains of science and gold.

There was nothing that could be done, Frostbite had said, sympathy in his voice. No way to turn back the clock with how entwined they had become, Clockwork had explained. The only thing they could do was wait, Pandora had tried to sooth, despite it doing nothing.

They wrenched open the coffin in a hazy fury, tearing apart armies like it was blades of grass. Their maws devoured dead who had lost themselves and become mere husks and thralls, lashing tails ripping through armour like it was nothing.

And then as titans, they clashed with the one who had once stolen the city here. There was no desperation from them this time, no armor besides scales unbreakable as flames and storms and ice and thorns ripped islands apart. There was no desperation besides that of their opponent’s.

There was a pleasure in their victory, before it was wrenched away. What use was a crown when their family wasn’t there? When their daughter, their son, their children were not there by their side?

Paulina laughed, hysterical as ectoplasm dripped from her maw as Kwan howled. Their body was covered in it, their rampage that had no use, no reason leaving a trail of destruction behind them. Is this what they wanted?

No.

Danny raised his head from the dissolving corpses to look towards the obliterated roof of the Keep, once so terrifying now turning to dust like the crown. The crown reforming above their heads, heavy and almost choking.

They would carry this weight together. Would restructure things, would do what they had wanted to do for Amity before the Barriers. They’d work together to rebuild the Realms, make it safer, make it safe for those newly dead.

No matter how long it took, no matter how hard it would be to fix the destruction they had wrought in this meaningless battle. (“Danny, you’re the spokesperson,” Sam spoke up, thorn-like scales ruffling. “You’re most familiar with the realms thanks to the Infinimap.” Fair. “We’ll need allies, we’re only nine people.”)

(“Let me talk to the egyptian afterlife,” Tucker sounded exhausted, hood folding back. “I’m most familiar with them… Star, Paulina, you’re both Princess Dora’s favorites-”)

(“We can do it. Just give us time.” “Maybe a to-do list.” “Clockwork. We need to talk to Clockwork, he’d be most familiar with this.” “Rest first, nerds. We’re all… exhausted.”)

(Valerie laughed tiredly, blades melting to heal a broken horn. “Time isn’t linear here Dash. You know that. I know that. For once we’re the ones with time to spare.” It would take years to get things up to snuff. Make things Safe for when they could bring their families here.)

Their eyes opened as the now flimsy chains shattered, a smile stretching across the shared face of their humanoid form. Soon. They could return to the mortal realm soon. Just a little more, and they could see their little ones. They'd waited a thousand years, they could wait a few days more.

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@fairy-lights-and-blobs @radiance1 You both seem to enjoy my Tiamat prompts/Aus lol

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #dp x marvel #The Class Pulls a Tiamat #Ghost King Danny #But Not Really it’s All of Them #Reminder for who is part of the Ennead: Danny/Dash/Sam/Tucker/Val/Paulina/Kwan/Star/Wes #They adopted Dani & Dan #Why yes there is a couple of “cults” from people from Amity #Liminality causes increased lifespans but those who were merely contaminated are long dead #This is also a bit of another Au #Ghost Kings have subconscious influence on the Realms (hence why all the ghosts were so fighty) which means~#Ghosts are Dragons #At least now they are #People outside the Realms aren’t aware that Pariah is no longer king thx to the large amount of destruction #Some poor hero or vigilante is going to try and stop this Portal thing #And end up in the throne room to their instant regret #The Ennead’s shortest form is still like 15ft (4.6m) & in dragon form is far above 200ft #Kyle is able to hide the truth while the truth can’t be hidden from Wes #Why yes the Ennead have been removed from their humanity a bit over time #it's been a while for them

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comfortless · 2 months

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AHH I was the anon from the Bear!Ko ask ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ I adore it so much like I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair your ideas are CHEFS KISS AND IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE PROMPTT

Definitely not excited that you’re considering more hybrid stuff.. TEEHEE ʕ •́؈•̀ ₎

BUT YEAH JUST THOUGHT TO DROP SOMETHING NEW CUZ WHY NOT! Maybe Ko being deployed on a mission to some wild terrain, having to camp out on the grounds for a while by himself. Reader taking interest in the behemoth and toying with him until he finds out they’re a fae or nymph

Or a game of hide and seek.. in the dark.. with him.. maybe even a wolf!ko

ONCE AGAIN ID LOVE TO SEE YOU WORK UR MAGIC ON THESE IDEAS (｡♥‿♥｡)

hi, 🧸!! working on something with a lycanthrope Kö at the moment, but this is… well it is something! i adore the idea of König with a cute (insatiable) nymph!! definitely give @cookiepie111’s Drink From The Leche of Sirens a read if you haven’t already. <3

content/warnings: 18+. minors do not interact. fae nonsense (reader is a tree nymph), vague smut.

It isn’t that he ever intended to be here, not really. Simple surveillance, Fender had told him. Any knowing soldier would recognize the equipment that did not even need hands to tend to it, the cameras that should be set and monitored, and yet there were none in place here— just König, a loaded gun, and the stillness of the forest that seemed to stretch ever onward.

There’s been a lapse for the past week, with Kortac’s most adept at retrieving information out seeking just that, off with their radios constantly abuzz and adrenaline running rampant through their veins.

There’s an envy harbored somewhere in the back of his skull, twittering and hissing when he thinks on it too much… shelved for an uncharacteristic mistake to be left here amongst plants and scattered animal sounds, a temporary solace that would be ripped away when something new came through the chain of command; an overabundance of the very things he would care to think less about.

König hasn’t seen another person in days, not out here, tracking a vehicle carrying supposed smuggled weapons. There are no tire tracks, not even air traffic passing above: only gloom, loneliness, and the chill of early spring.

Then the abandoned house, where he takes refuge. It’s dated: the furniture all in various states of disarray, shattered porcelain about the kitchen and vaulted ceilings so high he doesn’t even need to bother with ducking to cross from room to room. It’s old on the exterior, stately, with vines creeping up its walls to reach the warmest height to bloom. Though internally, it is clear the place has not been left to rot for long: no loose boards, no holes in the ceiling or floor, just seemingly preserved somehow, as though time itself had come to still.

He doesn’t mind the daily patrols through the forest, the pensive stalking and creeping to find any hint of what he was after. Even through the night, when sleep forgets to lure him in for warmth and comfort amidst the pollen and silence, the walking never seems to grate on him.

There are lights, often, amongst the trees, faint pulses of glowing white that dissipate the moment his gaze sweeps over them. He’s read the fairytales as a child, even witnessed Conor get so drunk once that he shared his own tales of the ‘wee folk’, but König would feel a fool to believe any of that at face value. Most of his own kind were not interested in him, shying away with laughter or pitying gazes the moment he approached, so why would anything else be drawn to a man who could never quite scrub the blood from his fingernails or keep a conversation from spinning out into silence and uneasy glances?

It’s during one of these nightly walks that he first sees her, a vision bathed beneath the milky glow of the moon, ethereal, yet still nothing short of a proper blessing from the earth. Despite the distance from his path to her own, her body looks soft, bare and gentle. The growing thorns and clusters of ivy do not scrape her, only gently pull aside as she walks, tender and swaying like the petals sprung up from the plants for little fingers ghost over.

He only thinks that, assuredly, he’s lost his mind. The vision fades away when she looks at him, curls her lips into a smile… and then it is all gone. She leaves not a trace, no footprints indented into the soil he knows he had only just watched her tread. The flowers he saw her pull into being have vanished, too. All that remains is a dulled aura of dread, a strange thing that he has not felt in years, if ever at all.

König does not think of the woman until she appears again, during the day amidst the leaves of a sprawling sycamore. She lies against the bark, body resting over a healthy branch where she sleeps in a position so demure it sets his heart ablaze. The breeze caresses her hair, something he wishes to feel beneath his own fingertips; it whistles over her bare skin while the sun bathes her in rays of gold, filtered out through pinprick partings in the leaves, begs, pleads for him to touch. Forbidden fruit, too lofty to touch, too dainty for ash and blood.

He only walks away, carries on with the focus of his mission, reminds himself of every time that he’s sought some semblance of companionship and how those escapades had all simmered down to nothing but taunting echoes for sleepless nights. There was no need for any more ghosts, not even the pretty ones.

With nothing else in sight, he returns to that house where time halts and loses himself to want; swallows dry when he frees himself of his buckle and pulls out his growing erection. A release and an expelling of memory all in one.

He thinks of her, of her graceful walk amidst the darkened woods, of the way she lay, perfectly unscathed and beautiful, unknowing of any thing that plagues him, scatters from his grim expression right down to his very marrow. The imaginings… he would never speak of them, perhaps would only have the information pried from him that he thought of her smile when he spilled himself into his palm, but only if she came to beg for it with a voice he imagines must be tree sticky and sweet like warmed honey. Only if she came for him.

There lies a meadow just past an abrupt opening in the tree line, small and subdued by outstretched branches that curl over the grass and wildflowers still yet to bloom. No chill lingers here, as though summer stretches over the little glade and settles atop it with its warmth, masks even the little pond that does not seem to carry the same frosted panes of ice that the others he had seen do. There is fruit, puny red berries and hefty pears causing their limbs to bend, gently set them down for the earth and all of the animals roaming about to eat.

And he knows he’s stumbled upon her home.

He finds his voice when she peeks at him from behind the trunk, wide-eyed and curious with the softest curl about her lips, playful but tentative.

“Hallo,” he whispers, raising his gloved hand as if to wave, but curling his fingers into his palm instead. He’s horribly uncertain, caught between the alarming thought that he’s dealing with some perturbing nudist or something… else entirely.

“Hello,” she says, almost shy as she unveils herself from behind the tree, takes a step toward him with a tender look in her eyes and a long draw of breath. Sets his nerves at ease with her silent admittance that she, too, at least seemed wary.

König immediately tells her why he’s here, not in full detail, sparing the poor doe the tedium and the confidential bits that would likely only make her head spin, and then… he mentions how he had seen her, how the forest seemed to yield to her whims, her dancing beneath the moon that appeared to shine only for her. He gives her a curious look, undetectable beneath the darkened hood, pleads for her to explain in his own silent sort of way.

“I have seen you too,” she says instead, curling her arms behind her back, pushing out her chest, and… he doesn’t think to ask any further.

She’s the loveliest thing that he has ever seen or felt: places herself right into his lap when she guides him down to the grass. There’s sap on her fingertips when she presses them to his lips, curiously grazing them over his mouth as he speaks to her about the forest, a forest he’s already deemed to be her own, obscure princess that she was. She giggles when he dares to lick over each intruding digit, even gives a shaky, soft sigh when he suckles at one.

The nymph whispers things into his ear that he’s never heard before: things about each sprouting plant, of other things that hide away in the shade beneath branches and how they had all seen him too, about the earth and life and softer secrets about her beloved tree. Home and love without ever daring to speak words so simple. She does not ask about the dreadful things he does not think about, only lies back in the grass when he praises her beauty and the lovely notes of her voice.

He thinks for a moment that he should not touch her, should not have her grace wasted on something like him, but she rises up only enough to kiss him through the hood and he finds himself tugged down to tickling blades of grass and his mind finally does quiet.

She cradles him close as he claims her love for his own, steals sap from her lips and follows her sighs to a comforting oblivion. Her hands find his neck, his shoulders to offer gentle touches, tracing patterns like the intricate twisting of vines against his flesh all while he praises their union, her sweetness.

He doesn’t know how long he’s spent with her, the day seems to to stretch on for an eternity with the sun high above, but when he wakes… he is back inside of the old, quiet house, lying in the bed he knows with a certainty that he’s never even touched. Fender’s voice is calling to him over the radio, clipped and demanding for a report, one that proves nothing at all, a barrage of words filled with wonder and bliss with no intel on the mission.

And König isn’t shocked by the leave he’s given once he does return to base the following day. Three weeks time would be just enough to clear his head, regain his focus, pull money from his account to purchase that lonesome old house in the forest. He couldn’t bare the thought of never seeing such an angel again, never hearing the soft chittering of her voice or being blessed with the feeling of her beneath him, intertwined like the vines she so loved.

#könig x reader

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snakegorl212006 · 8 months

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The “Little Things they” do(Diasomnia)

You thought it’ll be fine.stay a night or two in Diasomnia hoping nothing much will happen. Maybe you did expect a chase or some creepy interaction. To be honest this is more than you bargained for

“Guys I’m leaving” I shouted as I began to walk to the front door. When I tried the handles BOOM lightning struck in front of the building as it began to storm on an odd sunny evening “oh a shame. To think we had such clear skys” lilia spoke from the stairwell “Well we can’t have you soaked out there so how about you stay for a bit hmm… just until the rain clears” Lilia suggested. Seeing as i almost got struck by lightning, i agree which made the ghost grin “Splendid. Gather everyone, we’re all going to have one last brunch before you leave, ok” lilia ordered so i did. Silver and Sebek were in the indoor training room and Malleus was in the library.Brunch was ready after everyone had gathered in the dining room. The food was some sandwiches which look surprisingly edible,this is coming from lilia after all. “You’ve been here for some time even I wasn't expecting you’ll last so long” Lilia spoke “tell me do you enjoy our company” He ask “well…When you guys are not threatening my life i say you guys are ok in my book” I replied honestly. “Oh we couldn't just kill you prematurely. Not with that necklace on” lilia spoke as he points to the gem on my neck “I see no need for it. I would say just throw it away” sebek huffed “Well I don’t want an attachment so I’m keeping it on” i replied.thunder grew louder “but why not? Surely you think being a ghost is that bad” lilia asked “think about it. We can all be together like the old days” he smiled trying to cut through the tension “but I like being alive and i don’t want to be here forever forever” i replied “I see… well it can’t be helped but i still would say better now than ever” Lilia replied as he sneaked a glance at malleus…I felt something sharp prickling my ankles, that light scratch seems to cause me to be severely drowsy. I tried to form my words yet nothing came out. My vision blurred and the last thing I saw was a sinister smile.

------------------Lilia------------------------ “Who knew, this task is more devious then i anticipated” Lilia spoke. My eyes fluttered open only to feel constricted “oh your awake” Lilia spoke “I would be more surprise you wake up from malleus’s sleeping spell but then again….I did get a little excited and might’ve kissed your lips” Lilia laughed “don’t worry i did nothing else…well yet” he adds as he hops on the bed “I do hope you find these chains comfortable, i would say these are far better then the leather ones i found” Lilia smiles as he presents the heavy locket “let me go. This isn't funny” I spoke, giving him a glare which only made him laugh “Ah~there’s the fire I remember. Now why would I let you go only for you to escape. Your pretty words won’t cloud my judgment this time” Lilia said as he wagged his finger at me “there should be some spell which can remove that amulet. Once that happens it’ll only take 7 days to establish the attachment then the true ritual can begin” he beams as he gently cups my face. His love sick eyes he cast down at me oh so lovingly. Those eyes filled with insanity. “1,000 years…1,000 years I’ve waited and longed for your return. I waited and watched you parish. Over and over again. But now we can forget that and begin a new life here together, all of us” Lilia smiled as he caressed my cheek with his thumb. “I know this may hurt our trust but it is all in good faith my dear” he spoke as he kissed my forehead. He removes himself from my face and slides off the bed “I’ll be back to bring you dinner. You must be hungry, you were sleeping for such a long time” Lilia spoke before leaving the room. I need to get out. When I moved I felt an uncomfortable feeling in my skin. In my ankle there was a large thorn which was lightly embedded in my skin. This thorn must’ve stuck on me when I fainted. I twisted my body and plucked the thorn from me. I quietly slid off the bed with the thorn in hand and began picking the lock. Once I heard that click, the chains I had on quickly slid off so I stood up away from the chain and quickly left the room.

Lilia sighs in bitter disappointment as he glances at the now empty room “why must you reject our devotion” he mumbled “is there something wrong father” silver spoke holding the food behind him “they have escaped” lilia said as he opened the door much to silver’s shock “I’ll search immediately” Silver spoke hastily as he practically shoves the the trey into lilia’s arms then running off. Despite the situation Lilia can’t help but smile. He calmly placed down the trey on the stand,then he reached from underneath the bed to reveal a large casing.inside was a large green,gemlike cleaver covered in silver thorns “it seems I have to force my hand.” he mumbles as he takes the clever out. He exits the room and begins his search “You will submit dear… One way or another”

------------Sebek----------------------------------- “YOUR HIGHNESS WHERE HAVE YOU GONE TOO” sebek shouts as i creeped around. “Where are they?” he mumbles as he paces back and forth. “YOUR HIGHNESS RETURN AT ONCE. IF SO OUR LORD WOULD FORGIVE THIS TRANCEGRESSION” he shouts as he stomps off. Once I heard the close was clear I exited the room and sneaked past. The stairs are just around the corner. When i was about to reach the stairs, i was stopped by a sword “There you are” sebek spoke as i stepped back “I wish not to lay harm to you but I will if it means the ritual will be complete” Sebek spoke “why, why do you care so much” I asked sounding irritated “I’ve waited for decades for this moment. Waited for you to be saved. Can’t you tell you’re being brainwashed ” sebek spoke sternly “now you Will go back to your chambers until our master can free you from those shackles the crow put on you” sebek commanded “you lost me at returning. I’m leaving” i spoke as I continued to step away,then I sprinted away “YOU HIGHNESS COME BACK” Sebek shouted as he followed. I managed to loop around and lose sebek by hiding in rooms again. I finally reached the stairs. I ran to the front door only to realize it’s locked, i tried unlocking it but it was stuck. My necklace started vibrating, alerting me of someone coming near, so i ran to the back door.

--------Silver---------------------------------- The back was open allowing me to escape through the forest. It was dark out,not even the moon shines. My lungs burn and my legs feel tender causing me to collapse as the adrenaline disappears. Then I heard a twig snap. I whipped my head around to see silver “look I don’t want to hear it. Let me leave in peace then perhaps i could forgive yall” I bargained“i can’t do that” silver spoke sadly “then why are you here” I asked “to help you” he replied as he walked closer “well you’re not helping at all” I huffed “I am. We all are. We’re going to set you free. Make things right” silver explains as he creeps closer “please you’re not in your right mind but malleus can help you if you can just trust us” Silver pleads “no no no no. You. All of you are trying to end my life and make me live here for eternity” I replied as i got up “You don’t understand.” Silver said “then what am i not getting” I asked “We want to get your memories back, We want to end your suffering. I want to make amends, but you have to trust us. This is the only way” Silver explains but i shook my head “You can’t leave. Not again, I won’t let you” Silver spoke more sternly. He rushed forward causing me to fall back but before he could reach me, a barrier was made which bounced him back. Whatever this was, it weakened him, i could tell as he was a bit faded. While Silver was stunned I ran off and made my way to the front.

----------------Malleus--------------------

I ran and kept running until I reached a familiar woods. Relief washed over me as I came closer to the main house. Then I tripped. I ignored this and tried to get up only feeling a tug on my leg, vines wrapped around tightly on my ankle and slowly climb up to my calf “y/n” a familiar voice spoke echoing my name though the dark woods, “Malleus I already left, just let me leave” I pleaded as i tried to get the vines off of me. He laughed, more like a low chuckle. He revealed himself from behind a tree “leave? You’re forbidden to. Our souls are bound for centuries. You can never leave my side” Malleus stated as he drew closer “for far too long, I’ve seen you ripped away from my grasp time and time again. What in your fragile mind do you think I’ll let this opportunity pass” he adds as he grins “you’ll be mine, finally mine. We can be together once more, by my side, ruling this land from the shadows” he list as his eyes filled with bliss “this can only happen if you are free. We can correct his mistakes. This curse will be lifted and we can be together like before” he adds “No, I’m not going through with that” I stated firmly. His eyes blanked almost perplexed by my words then he laughed. Booming with roaring laughter as he clutched his stomach “do you really think you have a say in this. Perhaps that raven has rotted your mind” he teased “you look exhausted my love, perhaps a nice long slumber should clear your mind” malleus smiles as more vines sprout from every corner. Each vine wrapped around my body. I felt a prick on my finger causing that drowsy feeling. My body felt weak and limb as the vines disappeared. I was in his arms as he hummed a lullaby, finally putting me to sleep.

#twisted wonderland haunted au #twisted wonderland ghost au #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia x reader #yandere lilia x reader #yandere twst #yandere lilia vanrouge x reader #yandere silver x reader #yandere sebek zigvolt x reader #yandere sebek x reader

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popjunkie42 · 3 months

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My loves, my darlings, my dear hearts:

It is my one year anniversary of reading A Court of Thorns and Roses for the first time!

I have no idea how I found it: I will randomly put books in a wishlist when they get recommended to me, from friends and the internet. A good friend of mine had been cleaning house and gave me a huge gift card to our local used book shop, and I went through one day in early February just picking books randomly from my list. I read ACOTAR quickly and liked it a lot, but felt sort of meh reading about another toxic, bro-y romance lead. “Ah well,” I thought. “It’s just the way it is.” I went back to pick up ACOMAF, had a convo with the checkout girl whose eyes lit up and she told me how much she loved the series.

And then, you know. Permanent brain rot. I can truly say I’ve thought about ACOTAR every single day over the past year. I came back to fanfiction after almost 20 years (!!).

I’m in my feels this Valentine’s because I’m so blessed to be in this crazy place surrounded by so many talented, kind, funny people who are just as insane as me 😅 You know who you are and I’m so happy to be your friend!

In honor of my warm fuzzies and Valentine’s on WIP Wednesday, here’s a bit of smut from my WIP Chains below the cut!

(M for Mature NSFW and all that)

“Just shut up, Rhys.” He sucked in a gasp as I slipped my hand down the front of his pants and felt the velvet softness of his skin. My eyes were on his face, seeking reassurance and finding it in his open, panting mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. I struggled to fit my fingers around him, and I ran them over his skin lightly. He groaned and began gently bucking his hips, his length sliding through my fingers.

He was coming undone in just my hands.

Touching Rhys was like holding magic in my palms, something dangerous and wild for me to wield. Maybe my mind wasn’t ready yet for a mate, but something in my chest was vibrating at an alarming frequency as I watched Rhys lay back on the bed, his back arched, his throat moving with his gasping breaths. His magnificent, muscled chest was bare in front of me and I drank in every detail, from the sweat beading on his skin to the deep flush growing from his sternum and moving up his neck.

Watching Rhys respond to my touch was like sculpting with water, like commanding darkness. I charted his breaths, the noises escaping from his throat, experimenting and shifting my hand around him as he moved under my touch. Here the most powerful High Lord in Prythian was mine to command. All I wanted to do was to chase his ruination and watch him come undone before me, a beautiful pleasure, and a punishment. I wanted him to think of every frustrating reading lesson, every raised brow at my nascent magic, every annoying smirk he offered me as I had a struggled my way through Prythian.

He let out a groan, low and rough, and I wondered again how much that shield around the room was blocking from the two sentries at my door. I was gripping him rougher now, twisting my wrist as his hips thrust him further up into my hand. His eyes slit open, hooded and dark, and I could see the predator inside of him, barely contained.

Mine. The word rang through my chest like a bell. My eyes swept over his body. I ran my thumb over the broad head of him, over the glistening beads of wetness starting to form. I was desperate for him, to have him take and devour me, and maybe that traveled down the bond because his eyes snapped open, as black as pools of night. I leaned forward across him, to take his lips into mine and -

“Feyre?” I froze at two sharp knocks on the door, Lucien’s muffled voice beyond.

I thought Rhys might explode.

His snarl brought me back and I took my hand off of his cock to push his shoulders back down to the bed, covering his mouth. By the way he looked at me, straddled over his body, I wasn’t sure how much it mattered.

“Tell Vanserra to fuck off,” he muttered between my fingers, his voice a vicious growl.

“Don’t say anything, and he will,” I whispered back.

I felt nothing more like a child hiding my crayons under the blankets when my nurses came to check on me. I was frozen over Rhys, whose fingers were slowly digging more and more into the flesh of my thighs.

After what seemed like an eternity, we heard padded footsteps retreat on the carpet, the sentries muttering something we couldn’t hear.

A breath whooshed out of me and I dropped my head onto Rhysand’s shoulder. Although my body wouldn’t forget his warmth, his scent so close, something had curdled in my stomach.

“You’re right,” I said, muffled into his skin as I felt his breathing slow. “This is a terrible idea.”

#acotar #feysand #wip wednesday #you got any of that fairy smut #valentines smut for you my loves #love my mutuals #forever unhinged #acotar fanfiction

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cookiesupplier · 9 days

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Every Rose Has Its Thorns - Part Thirty-Nine

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc x Chris 'Motionless' Cerulli

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language, online bullying, panic attacks, stalking, mental health issues, conspiracy theories.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. For everyone involved.

author’s note: Adding a bit of a trigger warning to this one, as it does involve the rabbit hole of the science of soulmates here. Sort of Conspiracy Theories maybe?

To read from the beginning, check out the Masterlist Here!

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They almost didn’t make it back to the house in time to call Micah, and Chris certainly didn’t want to call him just anywhere. Doing that would up the risk that someone might overhear the conversation, and considering how everything had gone so far, he really didn’t want that happening. So he was glad that by the time that Micah had denoted in the message was ticking around, they had just barely managed to make it in the door. Ricky had already pried the phone out of the plastic cage that was the packaging that the burner phone came in, he’d been too impatient not to do it while Chris was driving back in the car. Now they were home, sitting down on the couch, Chris glanced at Ricky as he set the notepad down on the coffee table so he could enter the number Micah had given him.

Hopefully they weren’t late, well, they were late he supposed, but only five minutes, not too late and Micah wouldn’t take the call, who knows how punctual this kind of thing was. Neither of them were really spies, he was a musician, Micah was a science nerd, neither of them did things like this. Or at least, he never thought Micah did things like this, now he might just wonder. Playing with the ring he was currently wearing on his finger, he’d needed one today, he’d known he would need one, spinning it around and around his finger as the call tone continued to ring. He set the phone on the table and turned on the speaker, so Ricky could hear everything too, and just then, it connected with a click,

“Chris?”

Thank fuck, it was Micah, the message was real, he wasn’t just yanking his chain with a joke after all.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.”

“Oh, thank god, you worked out the message, I was starting to think I’d made it too complicated.”

Chris felt nothing but absolute relief that Micah actually sounded so much more like the man that he actually knew this time around, and he could even hear the other man’s wife in the background. He must have gone home from the office for the call. If he was right, she was asking something along the lines, is he okay, is everything okay.. Fuck.. What the hell was going on that she was worried about him in all of this as well?

“Well, you almost did, I had some help though, but Micah, what the hell, man, what was with the code, what is with the secrecy? Fucking hell, you are freaking me out here.”

Hearing the sigh on the other end, Chris held his breath,

“Your tattoo has changed, hasn’t it, everything you were telling me about your friend, and the jokes, the stories.. You were trying to be a cryptic as I was, Chris that was smart, I’ll give you that. Have you talked to anyone else?”

“I might have posted on message boards, but no one knows it’s me with that account, I haven’t explicitly reached out to anyone else. You were the first on my very short list, and you freaked me out so bad I didn’t want to call anyone else yet.”

“Good, shit, that’s good, don’t call anyone else Chris, whatever you do, don’t so that, at all. This could end very badly.”

“Shit.”

Did he want to know, did he fucking want to know.

“How so?”

Chris swallowed as but it wasn’t him that asked, he looked over at Rick when he spoke up, there was a silent pause on the other end of the line from Micah, the hesitation obvious.

“Who is that?”

“Uh, Micah, this is Rick, he is, we think he is one of the people who are involved with the changing of my tattoo. It’s, it’s a long story, but it involves more than just my tattoo changing, but also the effect of the trauma bond theory causing a sensation feedback in the soulmate bond, which now seems to have linked me to Ricky and his soulmate Talia as well.”

Holding his breath as he got all that out, waiting for what Micah would say to that. There was a long, tense moment of silence on the other end of the line from the other man before Chris might have heard the man swear in a language he didn’t recognise. How did he know he was swearing? You know that feeling in your gut, and the heavy sigh in which it came out of Micah over the phone, Chris just knew, he knew, this couldn’t be good.

“That was actually why I concocted the story this morning, I didn’t want to tell you everything, not wanting to bring them into it. Talking to you about my tattoo was one thing, but dragging them along was another, and I wasn’t sure how much I planned on telling you.”

Admitted to Micah after a moment earned him a sigh from the man, and a weary chuckle from the other end.

“Smart, Chris, I would say this complicates things, but the truth is, this was always going to be complicated, because you can’t tell anyone what’s happening. Delete your messages on the boards, hell, wipe your whole account to make it harder to track you if someone digs through the message archives to find them.”

Hearing Ricky swearing under his breath next to him, and Chris was in agreement, this was definitely bad, it even the message boards were a problem, then-

“Micah, why-”

“We sometimes follow the chats on the different soulmate boards to see what everyone is talking about. Especially when there is a lull in research. This would be a prime line of study, prime Chris, because it's a tangible subject for study, and even possible to subject to testing. Most theories stay just that, conjecture, theoretical, this is something we could test and study.”

Chris glanced over at Ricky, he’d called it alright, and that gave him a cold feeling down his spine, no testing. Swallowing, silence hung between the three of them.

“What can you tell me Micah, I need something here, anything. Please, don’t just leave it like this. Whether it’s a theory about what’s going on, even better, why the hell I need to hide it, please? Because, hiding something like this, I-” People he loved, he trusted, they knew his soulmate was dead, what was he supposed to do, lie to them? Then again, sure he didn’t walk around with his shirt off, showing off his tattoo much anyway, so it wasn’t like they’d see anything had changed really any different, but it didn’t mean he wanted to lie. It felt like a lie if he hid something so important to him from those he cared about on purpose.

“The theory is flimsy at best, until now anyway. Firstly, the trauma response with the sensations in the soul bond has a better track record than this one, to be honest. So let's start with the theory, nicer to talk about frankly. Firstly, it was entirely a story, conjecture, it started as a joke. Most of us dismissed it as water cooler talk, but it's almost like a, a second chance soulmate idea, so to speak. After a soulmate dies, eventually, once you’ve settled, say you bond with someone, whose bond isn’t tangible and complete, so in a sense their bond is flexible, allowing them to bond with you, and you to bond with them. This is the point where your mark then would start changing to match theirs, or theirs to match yours, depending on the circumstance. Now, the catch, is their bond, would have to be damaged too. Whether their soul mate having died, or it would seem in your case, a trauma case, now have you.. bonded, with both of them, wow. Really, both of them, is that willing or? What about their side of it, how do they feel about that..” There was silence over the phone call then, Chris didn’t know how to answer that, it wasn’t new to Chris how sometimes Micah could ask personal questions, not always realising that there could be a boundary there. He was a little be of an awkward social duck as it were. He figured it was in his world of science that it bred curiosity. Chris swallowed at the look Ricky gave him then.

“Um, Micah, out of respect for Ricky, who is glaring at me right now, and Talia who isn’t even here to defend herself, I’d really like to keep the conversation as factual as possible, and less about effects of our potential interpersonal relationship please.”

Clearing his throat as Micah stuttered on the other end of the line, and Chris had to smirk as he heard the man’s wife almost howling like a banshee with laughter in the background. Whether she knew what they were talking about or not, she knew the signs of when her semi-socially inept husband had metaphorically stepped in something he shouldn’t have.

Ricky wasn’t even going to touch on how fucking hilarious it was to hear the women cackle in the background at the man’s social faux pas. Yet also at the same time annoyed that a stranger was passing judgement on their potential relationship, what right did this guy have when he was being shady as fuck about all of this before? Fuck that, but it did bring to mind what he had been thinking about last night, about the tattoos. The relationship being the three of them, about the tattoos, how he’d never heard of a soulmate bond between three people, how could it even be possible.

Did he ask, did he dare?

“When it comes to your theory, and I am aware it's just a theory, so asking this is probably reaching, intensely so. I would however be interested in your opinion from an observational point of view, considering you study soulmate tattoos and their effects.”

Swallowing, Ricky paused, shit, how was he going to put this, silence hung in the air..

“Continue..”

“I mean, Chris joining the bond, what are the odds that he’ll replace one of the other members of the bond, that one of our marks will be, destroyed because the bond is, well, um, ruined?”

Ricky swallowed, thinking about the worry about his tattoo just disappearing, and yes, he was thinking that even if he was struggling, he didn’t want to lose the possibility of something developing between them.

“Theory aside Ricky, no one has ever just, lost, their tattoo. Even the dead retain their mark. While they are white along with the change their soulmate experiences, they still bare the mark. No one ever loses their mark, not in the history of the tattoos, has that ever been recorded.”

That, was actually a relief, smiling, that actually made him feel so much better. This all actually sounded like a good theory, especially for Chris, and Ricky couldn’t say he was all that disappointed either. Chris was his best friend, if he was going to be bonded to an extra person in his life, he’d want it to be Chris.

“Alright, okay, I’m going to be honest here, none of this sounds like a problem Micah, so, why the secrecy and the terrifying warnings to never speak of this to anyone, ever?”

He had said he’d tell them, even though talking about the theory was easier as he said, and hearing Micah hesitate now, he was obvious he didn’t want to talk about it. With the secrecy, Ricky wasn’t going to want to let it go if he tried to hedge. Thankfully, after a pause, he did start talking.

“I mentioned that with the change in the tattoo, the actual visual change, this would be a prime theory that could be used for testing, right?”

“You did, why?”

Ricky asked carefully.

“Okay, so, at the height of the testing craze when the last changes showed, which was the deceased soulmate change..”

That had been so very long ago, when they first discovered soulmate tattoos turned white with the soulmate's death. Micah paused,

“It got bad, it was a rat race. Corners were cut, reports were, mishandled, subjects were, frankly mistreated. People died, and it was covered up, or blatantly ignored. Others, they were so depressed, it was just blamed on the fact that these people had just lost their soulmate that it was easy to claim that they succumbed to their grief.”

Ricky was horrified hearing this, but the worst part was, he wasn’t surprised. He remembered the fanatical papers that Chris had told him about. Some of the testing that had been done on people trying to understand just what connected the soulmate marks to begin with. That was the normal bonds, not the ones when they had changed from their soulmates dying. He didn’t even want to know what kind of tests they had done on those people. Not to mention, he didn’t even want to imagine what tests they might devise for Chris, Talia, or him.

“Couple that with a trauma bond between the three of you, and they’d have two theories to test in one, and throw in a control group? The whole soulmate research division is so desperate for any tangible, testable studies, they will throw anyone that gets in their way under the bus. Chris, I am terrified what could happen. Ethically, I wouldn’t be allowed to know anything that happens to you if you got involved, because I already know you, I am your friend. I wouldn’t be able to protect you.”

Ethically, right, they’d use Micah’s ethics against him just so he couldn’t protect Chris, but all of their ethics sounded like they would be out the window basically! Even before he heard Micah continue, Rick didn’t need more convincing, he didn’t need to hear another word to know he wasn’t going to utter anything to anyone about Chris’ mark. He would however protect him no matter the cost.

“Chris, are you still there?”

He’d fallen silent as Micah talked, just thinking about what he was saying, thinking about the fact that people he had respected for years had gone crazy testing people and put them in danger in the worst way. Holy shit.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here.”

Swallowing, his voice low, quiet, he didn’t know what to say though.

“Are you okay, Ricky, is he okay?”

“Give him a minute to process.”

“I’m fine, Micah, I’m fine, I won’t talk to anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. Not about you, and not about my tattoo. We’re okay.”

Hearing Micah sigh,

“I know this is going to sound horrible, but it’s probably better, safer, if we cut off contact for good now. Keep this phone, I’ll contact you on this number if something happens, say if your name comes up and I have to warn you, I will do everything I can not to let anything happen to you, to any of you.”

Chris nodded,

“Thanks, Micah, that means a lot.”

Saying goodbye, Chris hung up the phone, he had so much going through his head now, and he had no idea where to start sorting it out. He had two new soulmates, or at least, that was the theory. Two new soulmates, and he couldn’t tell anyone. At least, he couldn’t tell anyone that he didn’t trust with his life, trust to keep their mouths shut. Who was he to ask someone to keep a secret like that, though? At least his tattoo was going to be easier to hide their Ricky’s and Talia’s on their neck!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics (Roses) & @cafekitsune (MDNI)

#motionless in white #miw #ricky olson #ricky olson fanfiction #original female character #soulmates #fanfiction #miw band #soulmate au #ricky olson fanfic #chris motionless #chris cerulli #chris cerulli fanfic #fic: every rose has its thorns

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juno-of-wonderland · 18 days

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Monster au: Lord of Thorns route ending 2 (part 1)

list tag: @112-darling, @rain112-darling, @callmedarling112, @mushroomfrog203

You look at the outstretched hand, a part of you wants to go with him, because you know he will protect you and another is afraid of what this decision will cause in your life. Fear overcomes your judgment and you don't hold its hand. “I’m sorry Tetsunotaro, I’m so sorry” you say, your voice nothing more than a whisper. His hand slowly moves away, falling to his side, he looks at you with a sad expression. “I…I understand, can I still see you?” Draconia asked “Of course, but you'll have to find me first, that mansion is out of the question for, well, obvious reasons” you finish your sentence with a laugh, which made him smile. “Stay safe” were his last words before he disappeared in green glows. You felt a pang in your heart, that hidden pain that you knew well was on his face. Guilt filled you, you know he would never hurt you… right? You begin to wander aimlessly through the forest at night, the sound of insects and dry leaves in the wind being your companion, but you are startled by a new sound. A pain pricks in your neck and everything goes black. ……… Your vision was blurry when you woke up, an extreme headache along with dizziness, you tried to move your hands and the noise of chains became present. You blinked in confusion several times before absorbing the entire situation, you were sitting in a chair, your wrists and ankles tied to chains, it didn't seem to be steel, but pure silver bathed in something. The room was dimly lit, just two torches on opposite sides of the wall. Terror and adrenaline run through your veins when everything comes together “no no no” you think repeatedly, moving your hands, trying to find a way to take off the chains. “It won’t work” the door opens and Rollo enters. The man walks and stands in front of you, looking at you like a real disgusting insect. “We checked your body and he is clean, we checked your family and your past, which is also nothing special and so I ask myself, what do you have to offer that he has protected so vigorously?” You didn't say anything and Rollo let out a mocking laugh. “But I guess it doesn’t make any difference anymore, after all” he bent down, looking you straight into his eyes “you’re alone now” You swallowed the bile that rose up your neck. “Let's see how long you last here” Rollo turned his back, the cape hitting your face and the door being closed with a thud. ………. You have no idea how much time has passed, you feel dizzy, staying in the same room all the time, chained up, receiving only bread and water once a day is not good for your health, you feel lethargic, as if the at any moment the thread of your life could be cut. The only thing that changed during that time was the noise of an endless storm outside, you heard the sound of water, thunder and you wished you could see lightning, see anything other than red bricks and darkness. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, imagining the world outside, remembering everything, your childhood with all the poor children in the neighborhood, your parents, the servants at the mansion, the nights with Tetsunotaro, everything so precious to you that you I wanted what was taken from you by force, your freedom. Your mind and spirit were so disturbed that you didn't hear the low explosion outside, the light and desperate footsteps, the screams and the door to your cell opening.

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quotidianish · 4 months

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“Where’s Winter?” he whispered, nudging Ostrich with his elbow. She sat up and looked around with blurry confusion.

“I don’t know,” she said. “He was here a moment ago.”

Qibli twisted in a frantic circle and spotted a shadow flitting through the pear orchard. He couldn’t shout for Winter lest he alert the whole compound. Qibli groaned internally.

“Stay here,” he whispered to Ostrich. “Stay as hidden as you can. We’ll be right back.”

She nodded, strutting back into the shadows.

Qibli hurried after the Icewing prince and realized that he was aiming for the courtyard, separated from the orchard with a wall. It was enormous, surrounded with buildings and a partial bailey, blocking his view of the inside. The bricks were painted in a turquoise and amber mosaic of snakes and lizards chasing one another endlessly.

Before even seeing where Winter was headed, Qibli knew all too well what he was planning to do. The courtyard was noisy with birds and other pest-like creatures, alongside the distinct growl of a dragon.

Arrrrgh, Winter, you obsessed ninny.

He caught up as Winter was tinkering with the lock of the metal gate. It stretched up to an arch at the doorway, where the mud had begun to crumble, smelling of spoiled food, live pigs, and dates.

“Are you serious?” he said, and Winter jumped a mile, which was almost hilarious enough to make this side excursion worthwhile.

“Shhhhh!” Winter hissed.

“What are you thinking?” Qibli whispered.

“I’m thinking your horrifying grandfather will make this poor dragon into tomorrow’s buffet,” Winter whispered back. “Unless I save it.”

“Right now?” Qibli asked. “In the middle of our own precarious escape?”

“Well, I’m not planning on coming back!” Winter said, tugging on the lock again. “Hey, you’re a street thug. Can you pick this lock for me?”

“An Outclaw is not the same thing as a criminal,” Qibli protested. “Oh, fine, move over.” He studied the lock for a moment, unsheathing his kirpan and inserting it into the mechanism, wiggling it around until he heard a click.

“Now what?” he asked Winter as he nudged at the gate, careful not to open it too wide so the hinges wouldn’t creak. “We shove it in a bag and carry it off into the desert with us? I’m not sure if you’ve noticed this, but dragons aren’t exactly travel-sized.”

“We’ll just let it out,” Winter said, pacing past him into the moonlit quadrangle. “It’s smart enough to fend for itself after that.”

Qibli decided not to point out that it hadn’t been smart enough not to get caught in the first place.

Winter crouched beside a large chain, bound against the beige dragon’s hind leg and anchored into the ground with weights. Despite having thrashed helplessly a moment ago, this time it peered curiously down at them.

“Don’t be afraid,” Winter said softly. He looked around for the small alcohol lamp by the window they’d seen earlier, and carefully reached for its shackle. Upon bringing the flame close to the brass chains, the heat thawed through the metal like snow. They both stepped back and waited.

Slowly, the levitation-esque creature raised its head, tearing its obsidian black eyes from the two humans and towards the night sky. A plume of smoke shot through the air as it flapped its enormous wings once, then twice, then lifting itself off the ground, sending a whirlwind of sand flying into Qibli’s face, before swiftly gliding away to freedom.

#Sorry I CANNOT draw today #Wings of fire #Hwof #wings of fire au #wof au #Based off I think page 122-123 of darkness of dragons #I read a digital copy so that number might be off #wof qibli #wof ostrich #Wof winter #wof fanfic #sort of?#quotidianish

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