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beetlebug-bii · 10 months

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Part 3 of feral mc but with Belphie being released from the attic. Just imagine Belphie trying to kill mc and they just bite him. Not even Barbatos could handle the child so I highly doubt Belphie could either lol.

Feral Child Mc (part three)

MC Gets Betrayed & Bombastically Side Eyed Their Way To Beating A Bitch.

A/N: I like my writing to be nothing short of silly goofy, i also wrote this at like 4am two weeks ago and was so surprised to see it in my drafts. Did i proof read it? No.

Enjoy anyways💕

Now, you have been a menace since you've arrived

Only truly unstoppable by Diavolo, Lucifer and Barbatos on a good day

Today

Was not one of those days

Not at all

You see

Late in the night after being very snuggly tucked in

And then duck taped to the bed

And then your pajamas stapled to the bed

And then tied to the bed

In their defense

Not a single brother has gotten a single decent night of sleep

Not since Mammon awoke one night to see your little face peeking out from the vents

You screamed at him and launched from the darkness, stealing his sun glasses before scrumbling deep into the walls

no one has ever heard Mammon scream so loudly

Needless to say they were pretty fucking done with your scrumbling

Besides, they tied Satan to the bed and look at him! A totally chill and normal member of society :D

Anyways you were built different and managed to escape

You had to check on your little friend in the attic after all, it had been a few days

Upon going in, you glared at eachother for exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds

Before he started the whole sweet act on you

"Awh hey, you can let me out now right? You can do that? Whose a good little human?"

Offense taken

You werent a dog

though you wont lie and say you havent growled back at Cerberus before...

No you know what

Who does this man think he is?

You are a child with 6 of the deadliest pacts in the world!

...

Wait a second

Who thought that was a good idea

Genuinely

You are feral

A monster

The other students at RAD cower before you

You made the Angel's cry

YOU CHOKED BARBATOS WITH A SHOE LACE

WHO IN THE 7 CIRCLES OF HELL THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA TO MAKE A PACT WITH YOU OF ALL PEOPLE

well whatever it's not like this is gonna come back and bite you

But you werent gonna release the bitch from his kennel

Not without a price

Mammon would be so so proud of you!

It took a lot of back and forth, but he promised 12 firecrackers, a new plushie, and a trip to the candy store

Hell yea candy

Open up oh magic lock

Oh he fucking kicked you across the room

Well that's not fucking candy

Lying prick

So this fucking incel loser started ranting about something or other

To be honest you didnt care

In fact you decided he didnt get a monologue

You were pissed off

You freed him

Were you the embodiment of capitalism while doing so?

Maybe

But that doesnt mean he can just hit you

You have such a cute face

He's just mad that you're the baby of the family now

And that thought gave you a great idea!!

"I'm telling Lucifer"

Would have been your final words

Had you not been

Well

You.

Next thing you know he's chasing you down the stairs, grabbing you and choking you out

Which

Not gonna lie

Was a bitch move

So you kicked him square in the jaw and started screaming, just like papa lucifer taught

Stranger danger kids

Dont release strange men from the attic in exchange for candy

It's not worth it and they are lying

So obviously you pissed off what's his name

You're pretty sure its bitch boy

Anyways so you pissed off bitch boy and he started trying to stab you with a chair leg

Which was like

So rude

And the others were like bro stop

Except more panicked you're pretty sure but you werent a crybaby bitch like this loser so you know

You had to go for the knees

You slid around him, kicked him in the back of the knees

This wasnt your first rodeo

Apparently

Because you climbed on the demonic cow and grabbed the horns man

You were holding on for dear life before you just bit into his head

I dont think he even knew what to do at that point

You ruined his WHOLE SPEECH

THEN FOR SOME REASON YOU GOT MAD AT HIM

gee I wonder why

THEN HIS BROTHERS SHOWED UP

THIS WASNT SUPPOSED TO BE HOW IT WENT AT ALL

PRICK

Recounting this tale now, a few months later, you'd like to think that he was just being the most frfr brother out of everyone

You two had to be torn apart like a pair of summer popsicles

You were kicking and screaming

He was kicking and screaming

Mammon was kicking and screaming, somehow his leg got caught in between you two

It was a warzone

The hallway was destroyed

Multiple bedrooms? Just gone

The brothers?

So tired...

None of that fake shit

Deep down you know you would've won though

You still call him bitch boy💕

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me feral mc

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mars101 · 11 months

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|| %#🫂 !! 🐱 MAMMA MIA -> Masterlist

☆ PAIRING/S = TBZ Bermuda line x Reader, Jay (enha) x OC

☆ GENRE = SMAU, Romance, Fluff

☆ WARNINGS = profanity (not all the time), yin has zero survival instincts, mentions of sleeping around (NO SMUT BTW), drinking (alcohol), eating (food), capitalized letters and sentences signify which character is talking, will add more when i see more

☆ SCHEDULE = Wednesdays and Fridays (or if i just feel like it ;-;) lmfaooooo i dont have a schedule anymore 🤣🤣

☆ SYNOPSIS = A day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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★ STATUS = on-going (slowly..)

★ RELEASE DATE = 05/30/23 - 10/22/23 - ???

★ AUTHOR'S NOTE = mamma mia here we go again my my oh how much i missed ya, hehe i lover the mamma mia movies and listening to abba PLUS i love the boyz so i mix mix and ta daaa this will follow most (???) of the plot of the movie hehe thank you for reading kiss kiss

★ DISCLAIMER: random pics of idols and ulzzangs will be used to depict y/n and yin (sorry 🤕)

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Profiles

The Dynamos

The Wives

The Men

Acts

Intro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: Lee Juyeon

Scene 2: Kim Younghoon

Scene 3: Lee Hyunjae

Act 1: Honey, Honey

Scene 1: FREE THE BRIDE!!!

Scene 2: mama got busy

Scene 3: uhm guys... you need to take a look at this..

Act 2: Money, Money, Money

Scene 1: It's because she'll cry

Scene 2: time to daydrink

Scene 3: Have you ever heard of...online dating?

Act 3: Mamma Mia

Scene 1: watch out

Scene 2: about that..

Scene 3: It's good to see you

Intermission 1: Chiquitita

Scene 1: screw my hoe phase

Scene 2: my turn.

Act 4: Dancing Queen

Scene 1: Our pretty girl

Scene 2: Best distraction

Scene 3: never back down never what??

Act 5: Our Last Summer

Scene 1: Lee Hyunjae Jaehyun

Scene 2: Lee Juyeon

Scene 3: Kim Younghoon

Act 6: Lay All Your Love On Me

Scene 1: father father father daughter time

Scene 2: don't worry princess

Scene 3: mom's flings

Act 7: Super Trouper

Scene 1: traitor...

Scene 2: Whatever !!

Scene 3: eventually..

Intermission 2: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Scene 1: the yuna way.

Scene 2: this is what you call w rizz

Act 8: The Name Of The Game

Scene 1: Jay the girl's girl (not)

Scene 2: i'm twenty!

Scene 3: yay yin!!

Act 9: Voulez-Vous

disclaimer: its one whole chapter (1.3k) so just pick a scene bc its all to the same place..

Scene 1: "can you walk me down the aisle?"

Scene 2: "I'll walk you down the aisle."

Scene 3: "I'll be there!"

Act 10: SOS

Scene 1: i did the unthinkable

Scene 2: "are you mad?"

Scene 3: what do you want me to do now?

Act 11: Does Your Mother Know?

Scene 1: the beach episode

Scene 2: this is NOT the rizzler !!

Scene 3: this might be the rizzler ??

Act 12: Slipping Through My Fingers

Scene 1: a mother's intuition

Scene 2: i'm sorry

Scene 3: *redacted title* 😁

Act 13: The Winner Takes It All

Scene 1: I know what to do!

Scene 2: zero to three

Scene 3: well! something happened!

Intermission 3: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do

Scene 1: now you kiss... the fiance?

Scene 2: Okay, now you kiss the bride

Act 14: When All Is Said And Done

Scene 1: a wedding became a wedding

Scene 2: who spilled the wine on the floor?

Scene 3: the love birds leaving the next

Act 15: Take A Chance On Me

Scene 1: Took us long enough

Scene 2: what's all these emojis??

Scene 3: we're still here btw...

Outro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: What is your dream?

Scene 2: My dream is you.

Scene 3: our dream is built for two

more acts to come! (not)

#deoboyznet #the boyz x reader #the boyz drabbles #the boyz imagines #tbz imagines #tbz x reader #the boyz smau #tbz smau #the boyz #younghoon x reader #hyunjae x reader #juyeon x reader #-> mamma mia ♡

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andtheirmoonlight · 1 year

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Seeing all of the sad cha chas... Okay... Please look past your emotions, your ingrained competitiveness, the interviews and the veneer and the PR and consider cold hard facts.

Normally, the country that wins Eurovision takes on most of the expenses for hosting the next contest. It's a buttload of money, and very little time. For small countries with low levels of corruption and high levels of accountability, this buttload can eat into the budget.

Most of them do NOT want to win; it's practical and viable not to win. The countries that are actively trying to win *cough*russia *cough cough* are often corrupt and thus are also counting on laundering money *cough* sochiolympics *hacking fit*.

You've probably heard that the contest is 'political'. Thing is, the lion's share of this political part is not things like Greece and Armenia making out in public every year, no. It's the deciding behind the scenes who will pay up next year — and the jury acting accordingly. Sweden has a huge anniversary next year. Half a century ago ABBA happened. I assure you, Sweden agreed to pay. Buckled up, took a deep breath in, and agreed to win. They are already engaged in organizing, and probably have been for some time, which is awesome for all of the regular folk involved, because, you know, there's a lot of them, it's a lot of work and very little time.

As someone who worked as staff during Eurovision, I can confirm that it's daunting and a crazy hassle and the organizational part is pure nightmare. Although mostly it's just friggin' expensive. In the eyes of the organizers, behind the scenes, the country that wins is not so much a winner, but more like someone condemned. Like a guy who lost the bet and has to pay for all of the rounds of all of the drinks while also being the designated driver. The worst part used to be, the winning performer was sometimes blamed instead of being honored and congratulated: they might act jubilant in public, they might then get hugged and honored by regular folk ... and then proceed to endure some of the worst shit behind the scenes. More often than not, this singer then fades into obscurity, if enough moneybags are mad.

While the runner-up, if they actually know what's what, will act sad in public, before the press, sure, but inwardly there will be nothing but relief. This is called diplomacy, and this is called PR, and it's called show business.

By now you know Eurovision as unhinged, bright, queer, full of joy. Thing is, initially the 'insane', as functionaries called them, acts were sent as representatives specifically to lose. Then someone else saw it as a viable tactic, and someone else, and someone else, and, voila, what you know today as Eurovision. I repeat: the aim to NOT win made Eurovision into what it is now.

By being mad about your fav not winning, you are missing the point, one that, incidentally, your fav is not missing at all. The point: winning is not what matters or should matter, especially in this case (you should watch Ted Lasso, by the way). First place is not everything the best result for a performer that you love is losing the overall vote, but winning the audience vote. It's like all of the cake without any of the uuuh paying for the cake. You love the guy? Yes. You feel sad and indignant and will continue supporting the guy and listening to the new stuff? Yes. If anything, even more now, because you feel like he's been done dirty (nope). Is the guy being shamed at home? No, he's being sent love and hugs and gratitude. Do not cry for Finland. Finland will be graciously sending org volunteers to Sweden soon, because Sweden's volunteers are gon' get swamped and will cry on the floor hating everything.

The other point being, capitalism is unfair, yes, but events like that do not spring up in an open field via magic, and involve crazy money, time, and a huge amount of people working their asses off.

*puts on some Mahmood* mmmmmm runner-up.

#eurovision #eurovision 2023 #esc 2023 #finland #Käärijä #Finland wasn't 'robbed'; it's the opposite #Winning this contest is a Responsibility first and an honor second #atmposts

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music-my-beloved · 25 days

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A Hard Day's Night: A 16yo's (horrible) album review pt.3

A Hard Day's Night: Catchy, she's so nice! She's like, a classic. Wasn't there that movie made with this same name or am I tripping? Dude making these reviews is like, giving me carpal tunnel I've never typed this much b4 !! Erm,,, but yea :/ this song is just a classic that's all I gotta say !!!

I Should Have Known Better: Harmonica goes insane honestly. Uh this song confused me 😭 like. i'm stupid??? I don't know girls this one through me for a loop. At first I was like, "Dang this girl's a runner she's out with other guys '-'" and then for a brief moment I was like no, "Okay maybe she's loyal she's just stupid and doesn't know what to say when the guy compliments her or something" I'm leaning towards the second option but the title still trips me up like, I should have known better what is that supposed to mean 😭😭??? Likeee,, "I should have known better that a girl like you would run off with different men" or "I should have known better that a ditzy girl like you wouldn't know what to say when I told you I love you" ?? I'm confuseddddd. Maybe I'm stupid. Help me 😭😭!!

If I Fell: THE DRUMS!?? Hellooo?? They're so cute !!!! They're so faint yet full it's so.. uh girl idk they're striking a chord with me. Was there a looping machine ??? Was that a thing in the 60s ?? If not that steady hand work was AMAZING. Good Job Ringo! 👍 Anyway yeah I'm familiar with this song already, she's another sister to me I love her!

I'm Happy Just To Dance With You: This song has like, melancholic undertones 😭 it makes me depressed. Not like, super sad but it's like, "Once this dance is over, I'll still love you" or something like that. Idk she's just so sad :(((( but I actually really like this track ! She's so sad I love it!!!

And I Love Her: erm, she's a bit too slow and sweet for me! I can imagine that under the right circumstances this song would be an absolute banger and just get me in my feels but right now a loud english class probs isn't the environment for this music idk.. but uhhhhh yeah. I WASN'T bored per se just mildly amused by her.

Tell Me Why: Girlllll we're getting drama???? Why this girl crying 😭 and lying ?! 😭😭 I'll tell you what these girls are! toxiccccc !!! Is it the same girl or multiple?? Because omg it's actually insane these girls are crazy or this one particular girl is just an absolute mad woman I can't tell 😭😭 uh but overall it's a pretty energetic song it's pretty good 👍

Can't Buy Me Love: Okay I heard the first line or whatever and I was like, "sugar daddy :3" what. girl nevermind. He wants a girl who doesn't want material things from him that's so sweet!! Apparently Paul and John turned their backs on Money from their previous album but whatevs I get it. Sometimes people are in a mood 👀. Uh I liked the song but the girl could bark she was a little loud for me idk 😭

Any Time At All: This song sounds a bit more modern idk but oh em gee he's gonna be there for you! Not in like a romantic way (but it could totally be seen as such) but in like a friendly sweet way !! Super cute idea for a song. Unfortunately Bruno Mars has already capitalized on such an idea with that one song that I cannot remember for the life of me rn idk

I'll Cry Instead: Teehee this song is evil >:3 !!! Revenge is real and this girl is gonna be a victim!!! I love itttt it's so catchy and just makes you wanna bop your head along with it. 10/10 for her, she was exquisite.

Things We Said Today: A parting song 🤨 hmm interestinggggg. Girl they had A LOT to say in this apparently 'cause looking at the lyrics, it reads like a short story. I mean, I know that is technically what a song is but most of the time the songs read like poems this one goes crazy (and yes I know, some parts are repeated) but OMG she was a lot !!! Charming track but I didn't really groove with this one!!!

When I Get Home: okay when I read the title I thought this song was a threat I'm not gonna lie to you 😭😭.. it still seems like a threat to me. ALSO these songs need some gut to them !! These tracks have the potential to sound more angry but they won't do it and I'm trying to understand why. The Beatles have made some angry sounding songs before (but that's for a later albums) and they've all sounded fantastic. I get that the songs at the time (60s) were all lovey dovey and cute and not so aggressive but RAAHHHHH it's so frustrating to hear the same thing over and over again. But anyway yeah I feel like this song was just too repetitive for me :/ EDIT: okay listened to this song multiple times I completely misunderstood it but the rant is STAYING !!!!!

You Can't Do That: uh this girl's a runner !!! Quick someone get her, someone watch her 😭😭😭 this song is a pretty tame response to the knowledge that your girl is talking to other people. Also this dude is oddly obsessed with his reputation like, boy, reputation don't mean nothing if your girl doesn't even respect you that much ?? I don't know i've been mean with these reviews don't mind me I'm just crazyyyy this album review has been a mess 😭

I'll Be Back: this relationship is not healthy wut. He left her just to see if she would chase after him. You know what good on you girl 'cause that was a crazy thing to do on his part. Uhm overall (despite the weirdness in the relationship dynamic) I think it was the perfect track to close out an album with. It's not using all the tricks in the playbook but it's also not completely lacking either !! It's was also a very chillaxed song and not too overbearing. I liked it!! Probs won't listen again but idk I could totally be lying don't listen to me!

More Reviews on the way, next up: Beatles for Sale...

#the beatles #guys okay this review was a mess #school was beating me up #missed 2 assignments because of this #but don't worry my grades are still well!!#don't grill me #i'm literally stupid #george harrison #paul mccartney #john lennon #ringo starr #album review

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ducky-died-inside · 2 years

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Broken Promises Part 2: Varian x Fem Reader

Summary: Varian has some nasty visitors who are very interested in his dad's old graphtyc, one of which has a significant connection to you....

Genre: Angst

Notes: Part 2! This is what Varian is doing before episode "Quest for Varian" in the Canon show. Also, the business that Quirin is doing is moonstone business and I might end up killing him. I haven't decided yet. SPOILER WARNING FOR SEASON 1.

Warnings: Angsty, blood, mad dad, death threats, crying/screaming

Part 1 Part 2 (here)

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One week. That's how long it took before anyone from the capital came to check on Varian. One week of hurting hands, a cold that seemed desperate to kill him, and you not being any closer to being freed.

When he heard the footfalls, a bitter hope rose in his chest. Had Rapunzel remembered him and her promise? Had she come to help him free you from your gold colored prison?

That hope was quickly crushed when he heard the front door crash off its hinges. Varian risked a look up the stairs and saw it was not in fact Rapunzel, but a bunch of armored men. They were clothed in red and black clothes and blinding silver masks.

They came bursting into the small house and started overturning everything on the top floor. Varian turned back and ran down the stairs. Now that he was in the basement, he could hear everything as it hit the floor. He also heard a loud voice ordering the others to go down the stairs.

"Split up and find the boy! He may know something about the rocks and we need him."

Varian heard pounding feet as they came down the stairs. They tore up his workshop, flipping over the tables and breaking bottles of chemicals. He hid in the corner and watched as they threw the tarp off of the amber, revealing you inside. One of the guards stepped forward and removed his helmet to get a better look. Varian may not have knew him well, but it took one look to know the man was your father. The other guards must've realized this as well, because they left the room.

"Y/N?"

Varian tried to look away, not wanting to see the reaction, but he couldn't. He could see the range of emotions as your father slammed his hands on the amber.

Shock.

"How could this happen to her? I thought she would be safe."

Grief.

He sobbed and pounded his fists on the unrelenting crystal, as if that would set her free. He sank to the floor and curled his arms around him.

Guilt.

"I knew that boy was dangerous. I never should have let her go here. I never should have let them become friends. This all could have been avoided if I had just stopped it before it started."

Anger.

"When I get my hands on that kid, I'm going to kill him. He hurt my daughter and I will return that to him tenfold."

Varian gulped and slipped into the corner where it was dark and no one could see him. He knew your dad was a royal guard, so what was he doing here? Had the king sent them? Why weren't they in their normal uniforms? Why were they here? What had he done that warranted this kind of search?

He had a million questions and zero answers, and he probably wouldn't get any if he didn't go out of his hiding place. On the other hand, if he went out, there were guards everywhere and they destroyed his alchemy stuff. On the other other hand, he couldn't stay here if they were going to tear the house apart.

He was distracted from his thoughts by Ruddiger. The raccoon had skittered his way to Varian without drawing attention to himself and curled up on the boy's shoulders. He sighed and stood up, walking out of the shadows. He needed to either leave or get answers and he couldn't do that without moving. He stepped forward.

Crunch.

He slowly lifted up his foot and saw broken glass beneath it. Your father turned his head and stared daggers at Varian. If looks could kill, Varian would be dead twenty times over.

Varian ran.

He ran past your father and sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He would let nothing stop him from leaving the house. However, when he got to the top of the stairs, there were many sharp blades pointed at him. He stopped dead in his tracks, nearly getting impaled by a sword. He tried to go back down the stairs, but your father was there with his sword behind Varian.

It was at this moment, Varian knew, he messed up.

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So. This certainly isn't an ideal situation right now. But at least I'm not dead. Yet.

That was the only thing going through Varian's head as he was pushed out of his house. When they made it outside, he noticed there was no snow left from the blizzard, as it was summer and that blizzard was a strange anomaly that he wanted to study later, but the ground was still very muddy.

Varian soon became acquainted with the mud very quickly as he was shoved into it from behind. Your father knelt next to him and grabbed him by the shirt collar.

"What did you do to my daughter? You better start talking, or things will real messy here, real quick."

"It was an accident." Varian's voice was shaky with fear as your dad wound back his fist for a punch.

"Wrong answer, kid."

Varian shied away from the fist that came very close to his face when your dad got shoved off of him.

Varian gasped for air upon being released and scrambled backwards, away from the guards. He heard your father's disappointment at the fact that he got let go. "That boy did something to my little girl and I'm not leaving until I figure out what."

"Mason, you know that isn't our goal here. We came here to find out about the rocks, not your daughter. However, we can still ask him what happened."

The man talking to Mason turned toward Varian. He started walking forward, but Varian was not having it. He mustered up what little courage he had and yelled at the top of his lungs. "Don’t touch me!"

His outburst surprised the guards and they all took a step back. He noticed this, so he continued. "I am friends with Princess Rapunzel and if you hurt me, there will be hell to pay."

The guard walking toward him just sighed, shook his head, and removed his helmet. Varian felt the blood drain from his face. "Captain Solomon?"

The captain motioned for the other guards to remove their helmets. When they did, Varian realized he recognized all of them from when he had been at the castle, either to acquire Rapunzel's help, or for the science expo. As his eyes darted around at all of them, the captain knelt next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Look, kid, we were sent by the king to find out what is going on here. He told us that you or your father might know something about the rocks."

Varian shoved the hand off. "You think I want to tell you anything after you rampaged through my house?! After you broke all my stuff?! After you almost impaled me when I tried to leave my own home?!"

The captain pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted his eyes. "Some of us went in a little too eager and I'm sorry for that."

Varian scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"If you're so sorry, why were you shouting orders to find me and tear the house apart if you had to?"

The captain's eyes widened with shock. "I just got here." He turned to the rest of his men. "One of you was shouting orders without me here?!"

Varian huffed an angry sigh.

"That doesn't change the fact that I won't tell you anything."

The captain's gaze turned stony as he stood up and left Varian on the ground.

"Fine. Your funeral, kid. I really didn't want it to come to this, but you've left me no choice. I was your path to the easy way, but now you get the hard way. I really don't want to hurt you, and that is honestly a terrible way to get information from someone, but lucky for me, I won't be the one doing it."

The rest of the guards swarmed Varian and two of them held his arms behind his back. He struggled and tried to get out of their grip and locked eyes with the captain.

"Is this really going to give you a clean conscience, Captain? Giving me to the dogs you call guards?"

The captain's eyes darkened.

"Are you going to tell us what happened without fighting? You owe us that at least."

"I owe you nothing. You tore up my home. You destroyed my stuff. And now you have the gall to tell me that you didn't want to hurt me and that I owe you answers. Sound about right?"

A smack rang across his face and he accidentally bit the inside of his cheek, drawing blood. He looked at the offender and saw it wasn’t Captain Solomon, but Mason who had slapped him. He spit out the blood that had gathered in his mouth, glaring at both men. His head was spinning, both from the force of the slap and the sight and taste of his own blood. He put on a brave face, trying to not pass out.

"Still keeping a clean conscience there, Captain?" His words slurred together, destroying his image of feigned confidence.

Another smack from Mason. His vision began to swim and it all went black.

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Sorry for the wait on this chapter! It's finally done though

Taglist: @minion-tampons @impulse-cake @gloomymuffin @offersqueen

#varian x reader #varian angst #varian #varian the alchemist #tts #tangled series #tangled the series #rapunzel #eugene #ruddiger #broken promises part 2

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enemymarkus · 2 years

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The Glade |2|

Parings: Gally, newt, thomas, frypan, zart, winston, chuck, minho and others x FEM!reader (Platonic with a capital P) (sister/brother relationship with the boys)

Warnings: fighting, dying, death, angst, fluff, crying, getting captured by WICKED, terasa being a traitor, almost dying, swearing, minho and (name) being the sassy best friends, terasa is a jealous bitch, some swearing, reader kinda crybaby at first

summary: You were the second girl to come up in the maze. And when the maze runner boys saw your scared face they vowed to protect you, even if that means sacrificing themselves.

( you came after terasa)

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I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

bold is gally and italics are others normal is (name)

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I heard that there's another girl in the glade. I was furious, I'm supposed to be the only girl to be around the boys. I saw her walking around with alby newt and gally, i felt jealous because gally never comes and talks to me, he always ignores me or walks away when i'm trying to talk to him, and there he is talking to the new girl. Ugh she better not go near thomas.

I saw treasa being her usual moody self, i guess she saw me talking to the new greenie.I don't care though, i don't like terasa and every time she tries to talk to me i always ignore or walk away from because she thinks that she can get away with everything because she a girl, but she has to follow the same rules as us. THe greenie seems pretty alright, she is sarcastic but not as much as minho ( not yet anyway )

I heard from Ben that there's a new girl in the glade. I was shocked because we thought that Terasa was the only girl I would ever get but nope, we got another girl. She's nice and I really like her, unlike terasa. She was talking to me. I think that she's really cool. Terasa ignored me when she came up in the box. I told her that my name is Chuck and that I hoped to be friends but she ignored me and walked away. She made Thomas spend less time with me so I felt lonely until the new girl came up.

I was talking to Newt before something hit me really fast. “ I REMEMBERED MY NAME ”I said while smiling, newt smiled and asked what it was “ (name)” i saw that he looked at me with soft eyes but i thought nothing of it. As we were walking around I saw the other girl, Terasa. I think her name was staring at me. I'm pretty sure it was glaring but I didn't care, she needs to suck it up. As i was talking with newt he told me that they were going to have a bonfire tonight and i was really excited to see what we were going to do but what i didn’t realize was that a glaring terasa was stomping towards me.

I saw Terasa come up to us while me and The greenie were talking, she looked pissed but Thomas can deal with her. “What are you doing talking to him?!” terasa said to (name) “ leave her alone terasa”. “Thinking you own the place now because you got the boy's attention?! I will always be the number 1 girl here!” terasa said while inching closer to (name) “ THOMAS! GET YOUR GIRLFRIEND NOW BEFORE I THROW HER IN THE PIT” Thomas came and took a mad terasa away. I saw (names) face She had a tear coming down her cheek “ its okay greenie” i said while hugging her.

“WHAT HAPPENED?!” gally came into me and thomas hut “what do you mean gally?” i said while looking at him “ WHY IS THE GREENIE CRYING” he said yelling at me “ i was helping newt out with her.” i said “ you said that you would always be number 1” “ because i will! “ I yelled at him “ Thomas, sort out your girlfriend! Otherwise newt or alby will throw her into the pit. “ don't you think that's a bit mean gally?” my boyfriend said to gally “ if she lays a hand on the greenie, she's in the pit for 2 days no food” gally said while walking out our hut.

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#the maze runner #the maze runner 2014 #gally x reader #newt x reader #gladers x reader #the maze runner fanfiction #x reader #x reader fanfiction #maze runner angst #tw death #reader kinda crybaby #FLUFF KINDA #Terasa #the glade #alby x reader #brother sister relationship #fluffy #platonic

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genderfluidgoose · 5 months

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Drunk Denki Shenanigans

he would just smack as many plastic cups as he can and he would get so mad at the color of the cups

“i am SMACKING THE CUPS because they are BLUE, and i DONT LIKE BLUE!!”

he would just be crying his eyes out for no reason whatsoever

“*sniffle* I.. I saw Sero pick up a squirrel… and it was SO CUTE AND NOW I WANT A SQUIRREL AND THEN YOU SAID THAT I CANT HAVE ONE! *sob sob*”

he would be a hiccuping mess

he would be talking about the most random shit you have ever heard in your life

“So yeah, blue cheese is the capital of Germany because squirrels are the national foot fungus of Albuquerque! Doesn’t that make so much sense?”

(sorry this is so short its like 2 AM almost and im tired af lol hope you like it <333)

#denki kaminari #drunk #funny #bnha #my hero academia #hot anime boy 😩

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sentimentalscientia · 1 year

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Ah, so Itsuki's species was one of those that could be made and didn't necessarily have to be born. That was one question answered.

Kelly shook his head. "Can't speak for others but Garou can't. Bad things happen if they do." He had no idea what would happen if a Garou were to mix with another type of creature but, having seen the results of people interfering with nature, he'd lay bets the results would be pure disaster.

"I'm sure she is," he said, neither confirming nor denying if he spoke from personal experience. "But that's not really what I meant. Learning how to fight is a given but if you're worried that aggression might become a capital-P Problem? Gotta be something beyond sparring." What the kid needed was an enemy to focus on.

Even if he'd tried to, Kelly wouldn't have been able to hide his shock this time. There was no need to hide the curiosity, because Itsuki so willingly volunteered the answers to any questions that might have been posed. The how of it all, the why. Although the why was... less than satisfactory.

"Why on earth would you give that up?" he heard himself ask softly, looking at Itsuki with a profound sadness and something akin to jealousy. "You were free. There was peace. How could you return to this?"

“Well that’s unfortunate I’d say. Pups develop in a certain way and can end up very strong. The one carrying them needs to be able to handle the damage they will accidentally inflict.” It was a very problematic thing considering how often pups would bruise or break their mother’s bones when testing out movement. He dreaded to think what might happen to one that didn’t hold such quick regeneration skills.

“Hmm. And just what do you think there would be beyond sparring?” The question was genuine. He’d noticed the sidestepping of his own question. Curious what was in the other’s mind.

The old wolf’s smile took on a different shape. Kind and gentle. A trace of sadness. But not for himself. “Because while life burdened me with nightmares I still occasionally fight against, it also blessed me with a strong purpose. With love.” His mind flittered from thought to thought. Trying to order them in a way that would make sense. “That caretaker gene you spoke of? I’m certainly in possession of it. It brings me such joy. But I understand it makes me beholden in a certain way. I’m trying to figure out how to properly convey this as I can see it makes no sense to you. I did give up a certain sense of peace and fulfillment. But to me…Well let me tell you a few things about my kind and see if it helps connect a few dots. My species has something called a blood rage. In books it’s written as blood madness. Complete ferality. For my kind, control is our most important resource. But sometimes things happen. Things that break us in such a way we lose ourselves. Then comes the blood rage. Our pain is so great the man side can’t endure. The beast side takes complete control. But the agony is so intense even that piece of us can’t handle it. It’s like being trapped in a dark pit with razors deeply stabbing, slowly peeling your skin. There is no chance of escape and the only thought, the only hope, is that maybe you can turn some of that pain outward. Lighten your burden by destroying all in your path. I experienced that when my mate died. That agony, that despair. I have never found the words to fully explain what that felt like. I slaughtered her killers and all their allies in the blink of an eye. Literally tore them apart. I was just about to stalk off deeper into the woods in search of more sacrificial lambs when something pierced through. A soft crying. It took a moment for my mind to properly register. But when it did….it was both like a pallet of bricks slamming into my chest and a weight being lifted off my shoulders. I recognized the sound. My little pup. So tiny at the time. Frightened and distressed. Crying for her parents to come help her. Crying for me, her protector, to do his job. It dragged me out of that pit. Knocked the sense right back into my head. And that’s exactly how I felt when that veil opened in the afterlife. She was grown. Having pups of her own. But that cry of distress. Of fear. It shook me to my core. Fully reminded me I had children that needed me. Needed a protector. A nurturer. Now I can’t say I don’t miss my mate or the pack on the other side. But I have a wonderful family now. Precious little grandpups that sit at my knees and beg for stories. A partner that is an oddly unexpected but perfect match. Pups that can count on me to watch over them once more. My pup has brought several more bundles of joy into this world since then. Each time she’s had that pain. But she’s never again had that fear because now she simply has to look the side and see me holding her hand and taking some of her pain. I have traveled as a lone wolf for stretches of years at a time. I have had to time and time again bury those I’ve grown to love. I am very well versed in just how tragic life can be. But what this life offers me now, it is well worth the cost of its burdens.”

#thehighlandhealer #kelly #itsuki

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okay no more social awareness stuff time for my autism

copy-pasting from my notebook some highlights:

Okada Izo has always known his life was meant to be given for the liberation of the downtrodden like himself. Like his family. Like his best friend since childhood. He knew he would join, bleed, and possibly die for the cause of ending tyranny. The lords were corrupt and evil. And it was because... Because... ... Izo had hoped he would live to see his village prosper. He had heard it did. He'd seen pictures online of what that tiny little community had grown into after Ryoma's efforts-- Ryoma's efforts, after leaving the Tosa Kinnoto. Betraying them. But he won, and they didn't. And that was because... Because... ... Okada Izo does not know much, for he was not told much.

The bottle may be full of poison, but Izo was convinced it was the only way to numb the deep sting in his heart. Filling his lungs with smoke, pumping his brain with stimulant and depressant alike, and even the matters of the carnal were used as escapes. As medicine for a wound that festered for nearly 300 years.

This house is only so nice because it's closer to the capital. The shogun were corrupt. Takechi-sensei said so. They were corrupt, they needed punishment, Takechi-sensei said he sees it in the young Izo. There's a lot of responsibilities Izo has now, though. They're kind of scary. He doesn't know why he has to handle so much-- All he did to get Takechi-sensei's attention was kill that guy. And killing that guy was just... ... It just... Scratched an itch. When that rage boils over within the Manslayer-to-be, when the white-hot anger scalds his sensibilities, it just feels... Satisfying. It's not killing he has any problem with. It's just everything else.

"Assassin," she whispers. "Do not call me that." "Your class is just something simple to refer to you as. Why? Are you still mad?" He drinks, answering his Master at the time with silence at first. When the bottle is emptied... "If I'd kept goin' back there..." "I WOULD'VE FUCKIN' WON!!" His leg raises in a kick, one meant to leave the woman in a crumpled heap. Instead, she appears right by his face. "You were ordered to kill Saber's Master, nothing else. Please focus on carrying out your orders." The Manslayer snarls, teeth gritting, eyes wide and aflame as Major Reiter leans forward. "If you're so upset, why don't you cut my head off with that sword of yours? As long as you don't mind going down as some useless fool who couldn't do his job, that is." He wants to kill her. He wants to take her head off. But instead, he's left powerless. Shaking. Staring her down until she walks right past him. "You can have the alcohol. Get some rest and await your next orders." He doesn't move as she shuts the door. Not at first. But... "WELL, WHAT TH' FUCK'S YER WORD EVEN MEAN?" "KILL SABER, KILL 'ER MASTER, WHAT'S IT MATTER? IF SABER'S OUT, WE'RE STILL AHEAD." "WOULD IT FUCKIN' KILL YA TO TELL ME ONE GOOD REASON I CAN'T SKIN HER ALIVE?" "AND WHO GAVE YA TH' RIGHT T'TALK DOWN TO A FUCKIN' MANSLAYER, GODDAM' IT?!"

What he clings to is so close, yet feels so distant. He doesn't understand a lot; he's simple, is that a crime? He was born without weakness, he thought. Whatever he didn't like, he could just slice away. It worked for so long, be it with his body, with every human connection, with every time his eyes locked with another's. What happened? What went wrong? Why did other people get to cut him away, too? Why could he only feel wounded and gutted if he's without weakness? He's a tool, he shouldn't even feel. But he does, he does. He feels so strongly, so intensely, it overflows in a boiling cascade that scalds all it touches. He feels, he wants, he needs. Did he fail Takechi? He isn't sure. He knows Takechi failed him. And Ryoma... Izo's not sure he could ever love someone so strongly ever again, now that he knows how it feels to have that love denied. Drunk and crying in bed, Okada Izo laments being unable to slice someone's throat ear to ear to forget how much he wants someone to cradle his face and dry his tears. If he can't control his heart, his life's direction, or anything for himself, let him control the fate of another.

#alex is alive #okada izou #okada izo #manslayer tag #alex's writing tag #doodles rly #assassin okada izo #assassin okada izou #manslayer izou #manslayer izo

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the-land-of-eternal-winter-novel · 2 years

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Chapter 9 – The Madness

A snowstorm had already begun. Everybody was hiding inside, except for the soldiers and the revolutionaries, who insisted on fighting. Mantas intended to bring the Queen Regeant's troops on his side, eventually becoming their leader. Until then, he sent his miners to search the tunnels under the city and to find the quickest road to the capital of the Empire. Gintarė learned of his plan, and followed the miners in the underground passages. However, they split and each took a separate road, and she got lost. After a long time, she found stairs that led to the ground level, but she found herself in the middle of nowhere. She followed a footpath in the forest, thinking it would lead to a populated place. The snow was piling up so fast that her own footprints have been covered, and the even lost the tunnel she came out of. She finally saw a human silhouette in the distance, and she ran towards it, but, much to her disappointment, she met Žydras.

In the mountain village at the border, Kęstas was running through the storm, carrying his wife, and trying to find a medic of sorts. He was eventually welcomed into a house, and Elena received a warm bed and some ice for her fever. The host went to the house of the local nurse and brought her to them. She treated Elena with the medicine she already had, and stayed for the night in case of any emergency. Worried to death, Kęstas asked the nurse many questions, expecting the treatment to be more complicated. He was told that Elena, in a worst case scenario, had a lung disease, but it was more likely to be a flu. He kneeled at her bedside and waited. Late into the next morning, as her fever went down, she woke up.

"Thank God, you're alive!"

"Was I supposed to die?" she smiled awkwardly, still feeling confused.

"No, it was not a serious disease." answered the nurse.

"I was very worried for you." he said, helping her arrange the pillows so that age could prop her head up.

"Thank you, but I feel fine now... I had a weird dream... Or was it a memory? I think I remembered a momemt from my early childhood, when my mother was holding me in her arms..."

"I thought your mother died when you were one year old."

"I must have an excellent memory, it seems... The dream was very comfortable, I wish I were still asleep... I miss my parents..." she started crying, and he hugged her.

Radek was in the middle of his search for Kęstas and Elena when the war had started officially. He was accompanied by a few soldiers, and he had a gun for defending himself, but he didn't expect to be caught in the war yet. He met a few revolutionaries, and he tried to reason with them. Fortunately, one of the ones he encountered was Žydas' father.

"Excuse me, sir, have you seen my brother, Kęstutis?"

"I haven't heard of him in months. Do you know where Žydrūnas is?"

"No, I just came here. If I see him, I'll send you a telegram."

Žydras' father told his peers to leave Radek alone, since he was an acquaintance of his. However, as he went by the camps of the revolutionaries, he was noticed by Mantas, who was spying from the roof of a building.

"Don't you see those men in the sled?! They wear the military uniforms of the Empire. That one is a high-rank officer, do you see him?"

One of the miners that was with him tried to shoot them, but missed and startled the moose who were drawing the sled. The animals started running aimlessly for a minute, and the right side of the sled hit a tree. Mantas pushed his companion aside and aimed much more precisely. The driver managed to calm the moose down and the sled went ahead into a forest. Another short was heard, and the sled went even faster. Another shot, and they were out of sight.

"I missed that last one. I hope they come back with reinforcenents, because they're going to regret seeing me again..."

"We lost them, Your Highness. Where are we headed to, now?"

"A hospital!!!" shouted the soldier beside Radek, shocked to see that there was blood on the prince's clothes.

Grigoriy and Anatoliy were still at home. As the weather worsened, Anatoliy began to worry about Ingrid and Oleg. He conjured the bleakest of scenarios, and, despite not having concrete evidence, he remained convinced that they died. He imagined that they could have fallen through the ice, or could have been attacked by a white bear, or, even in safe conditions, Oleg, if not both, could have caught a lung disease and died. He began blaming himself for letting them go when there was such a dangerous wheather. He didn't tell his uncle about his worries, but he kept ruminating them in his mind.

"Come to the living room, Tolya, I have something for you. I knew you liked playing the harpsichord, so I bought you a new one. You can try it."

He reluctantly agreed and started playing, but his fingers were trembling and he missed many notes. He excused himself and went to his room. Millions of thoughts invaded his mind, and he didn't know what to do to make them stop. He kept talking himself that everything was his fault. Had he not killed Vaidas, there would have been no war, his sister and his wife would still be alive, and his family wouldn't be so divided. Then, he thought that he deserved all of this happening to him, since he was a murderer.

He reflected on his life, more than before. He always cared about justice, and he always tried to do the right things, and to live morally. He had always been a perfectionist, and he wasn't sure whether it was a good or a bad thing. On the one hand, it made him disciplined enough to master playing the harpsichord, but, more often than not, it burdened him. A wrongly placed book made him drag everything off the shelves and rearrange it himself, or a single wrinkle in his clothing made him uncomfortable for the rest of the day. His many fears played into such habits, for instance, repeatedly checking the taste of food and water as if a wrong bite or sip would create poison. Despite these fixations wearing him out, he still read books and articles that scared or scandalized him, intensifying all negative thoughts.

Most of all, however, he worried about hypothetical moral dilemmas, feeling guilty if he tried to ignore them. If asked anything, he gave unnecessarily detalied and verbose answers, as if anything less would be considered deceit. He often managed to offend with such a manner of speaking, but he was more likely to blame himself for ommitting a detail than adding a surplus one. His brutal honesty was often the source of his loneliness. It didn't help that he was naturally judgemental, towards others, as well as towards himself. Hypocrisy was also one of those faults of his that made him spiral into guilt.

Remembering all of this, he failed to understand how he came to tolerate and even commit a crime. How did the obsessively scrupulous man turn into a vengeful murderer? How did he let himself do the unthinkable? Had he gone mad? Or had he always been...? Or was it that he suddenly changed his set-in-stone definitions of evil only to accomodate the hatred he felt for whoever might have been his father's killer? Or his notion of justice? No, the definition was unchanged. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth and a life for a life. It seemed simple enough, and even the judges followed a similar law. Sure enough he was not a judge... nor was he sure that Vaidas was the one guilty for his father's death. But he din feel certain at the moment... He was usually so lucid, over-analytic even, but this one time he let emotion overpower him. What kind of feeling is that? Is there a more powerful emotion than hatred?

He didn't hate Vaidas; he hated the nigh-anonymous entity that was his father's killer. He merely decided to label this mysterious figure with the name of a political figure, thinking it ever so slightly plausible that he was right in doing so.

What would he do, were he to meet the real killer, this unknown, vile creature, that he conjured in his mind, then arbitrarily attributed to the neighbouring king? At the time, he would have proceeded the same. After all, it was the fact that he saw Vaidas as a monster that made it seem justifiable to take revenge on him. Now, after having gone through such soul-crushing guilt and pain, he began to think that he would not try to kill his enemy, not even if he was more appalling than he could have imagined.

What would he do, if he had the chance to talk to Vaidas just once? He struggled to imagine him as vividly as he could. Middle-aged man, looking like Kęstutis, since he was his father. He was, most likely, a normal person, if not a kind one. He probably just had dinner with his family, expecting to wake up to a new, better day, but he ended up not waking at all. Or maybe he wondered why this royal madman accused him of things he would never even think of doing.

Anatoliy stopped for a second to remember that he had paid the assasin to poison him, then he realized that death by poisoning wasn't at all quick or painless. For some reason, he first imagined that Vaidas would just drink his tea, go to sleep, and not wake up. Now he started reading his book about poisons again, imagining his death in the most gruesome details. He wanted to stop, but he felt like he was obligated to face himself with the implications of his deed, no matter how disturbing... He already convinced himself he was too far gone. After all, now he was that vile man he feared and hated, and how can such a creature be forgiven? He finally understood that Kęstas saw him just as he saw the anonymous assassin. No wonder he wanted to kill him... No wonder all of this misfortune came crashing upon him, all so suddenly and violenly... He deserved it all.

He felt worse with each passing day. His chest felt a constant, increasing pressure, and his head hurt from the lack of sleep. He tried to go to bed, but he either couldn't close his eyes, fearing he would die if he merely allowed himself rest, or he had disturbing nightmares. He tried distracting his mind with various activities, but he failed miserably. He played the harpsichord, but his notes would fall flat sooner or later. One time he fell asleep on the keyboards, and he dreamt a song. He tried playing it as soon as he woke up, hoping he had composed something new, but he quickly realized it was the very song on his music sheets. He slammed his head against the keys in frustration, but his uncle noticed him, so he went into his own room.

He took to writing in a journal. He was already used to writing poetry, as he wanted lyrics to accompany his musical compositions, but now he wrote his thoughts even more directly. As with everything he tried, a swarm of hurtful thoughts overcame him before he was able to achieve anything. He picked at his hairs, imagining he could pluck out thoughts out as he would pluck out a hair, or maybe that every bit of pain would at least distract him from them. Yet again, his uncle came into his room to check up on him.

"Stop doing that! You'll become bald too soon. Cut your hair short if it's in the way!"

Anatoliy was annoyed by him, so, as soon as he left, he grabbed a pair of scissors and went to the mirror. His hair was tied back, and he grabbed onto the ponytail, forcing the scissors through it, until he was left with a large strand in his hand. He saw that he looked very messy, so he continued cutting until his hair was somewhat symmetrical. Compared to its initial lenght, the hair, which barely reached past the ears, was very short. Grigoriy entered the room to tell him to eat his dinner, and he was shocked to see the mess.

"Tolya, what have you done?!"

"Exactly what you told me!"

Grigoriy became very worried for him, but he didn't know any way to help him.

"...just come to eat something, please. You look a bit sick..."

#the land of eternal winter #my novel #draft 1 #chapter 9

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generic-wattpad-badboy · 3 years

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DC Titans Incorrect Qoute P.3

Y/N: Um guys i accidentally called dick dad today....

Jason: been there , done that

Y/N: He started crying ... i heard him say "please no more children" .

Gar: I THOUGHT HE CRIED WHEN I CALLED HIM THAT BECUASE HE WAS HAPPY.

Rachel : what's wrong with all of you SERIOUSLY

Dick: kid , can you multi-task?

Y/N: Yes! i'm actually chilling and losing my mind at the same time

Y/N: Fuck capitalism . its a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isnt fair , you should need to work three jobs to afford basic necessitites .

Y/N , playing monopoly: sorry , if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor

Y/N: Hey, do you have a bag i can borrow?

Jason: The only bags i have are the ones under my eyes , and theyre specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence.

Y/N : literally all you had say was No.

Gar , welcoming Y/N to the titans : okay what the first rule

Y/N: Rock-paper-scissors if you can't solve it

Gar: second rule?

Y/N: if Dick tells you no , go to starfire

Y/N: a mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it

Y/N: and I started thinking

Y/N: like it was just trying to get food

Y/N: what if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck

Y/N: how would I feel.

Dick: are you okay?

Gar: why do you have a bag full of passports?

Y/N: in case I have to flee the country

Gar: this is ...really illegal

Y/N putting on a fake moustache : then I guess it's time for richardio montalbaum to take a Mediterranean vacation

Dick: is that vodka ?

Jason: yeah.

Dick: straight?

Jason: No, gay .

Dick: THE VODKA NOT YOU !

Y/N: if I run and jump at gar , he will most certainly catch me in his arms.

Y/N, running towards gar : INCOMMING

Gar: NO , I'M HOLDING COF-

Gar drops coffee to catch y/n

Y/N: I used to play catch with my dad

Y/N: except the ball hit the wall because he wasn't there

Dick:......

Jason: *distant laughter*

Dick talking to the titans : you're very mature for your age

The titans : thanks , it the trauma

Dick : what did you do?

Y/N: okay , but you can't be mad at me

Dick : what, did you do ?

Y/N: okay , first I was minding my business-

Dick: BULLSHIT !

Y/N: I WAS !!

Y/N:[rolls over in bed and knees Dick in the ribs]

Dick: ow

Dick: you kneed me

Y/N, sleepily: yeah I do need you

Y/N: any news ?

Doctor : I'm just waiting for your x-ray

Y/N: but, I've never dated anyone named Ray

Doctor : and we might do a brain scan

Dick:[completely serious] I have to get something of my chest.

Y/N: [with fingers crossed] is it your shirt , I hope its your shirt

Y/N , waking up from yet another coma : *yawns* hey guys , what time is it ?

Jason: it's about 2 am dude , you hungry?

Y/N: oh , cool . I'm up for some food.

Gar , sobbing uncontrollably: can YOU PLEASE STOP ACTING LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED-

#x male reader #dc titans x male reader #dc x reader #dc titans x y/n #DC #gay #jason todd x male reader #gar x male reader #dick grayson x male reader #incorrect quotes

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hi! I just recently found your account and I've been spending all my time reading everything you've written, and I wanted to tell you that I absolutely adore your writing! it's so beautiful.

I also wanted to request a friends to lovers nikolai x reader fic (you don't have to make it friends to lovers if you don't want to!) something along the lines of this: they get seperated after the battle with the darkling at the end of siege and storm and reader has to go with alina but they finally reunite? and everyone is super smug because they knew it would happen.

sorry for such a long ask and no worries if you decide not to do it! I hope you're doing well!!

Fools, pistols blazing and shock

A/n: a promise is a promise and the second most requested fic was Nikolai and angst and so here it is! friends to lovers is not my favorite trope but I enjoyed writing this. I hope you will too x

Thank you so much for your beautiful words btw, they mean the world <3<3

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SHADOW AND BONE MASTERLIST

"So," he twirled around, "how do I look?" With a theatrical gesture, he stopped in front of you.

You looked at him, head to toe, before saying, "Like a fool I know."

He was imperturbable, by the smirk on his face one would think that you had paid him a compliment. "The answer was far simpler: handsome."

"You look like a prince," you conceded, " but so does your brother so take that as you will." And with that, you walked to your assigned post leaving a scandalized Nikolai behind.

The dinner went by smoothly even if you had to bear Vasily being his annoying self. So far so good. The important thing was that the people around the table were under no threat. The rest was bearable.

And no, it had nothing to do with Nikolai winking at you from time to time. Flirting was second nature to him and Alina's presence by his side was a cold reminder of how things were.

It took one look at her for your face to go as blank as Mal's on the other side of the room.

You had disconnected from the conversation at the table for a second, your attention going to the exit where a Grisha soldier had just walked in to talk to Zoya. If you had been paying attention to Nikolai, you would have known what to expect.

But you hadn't and so the next few seconds were pure chaos.

The unthinkable happened.

Black shadows filled the room, leaving no chance to the people they had appeared before. The Queen's scream brought your attention back to the table and consequently to the Vasily. Or rather, to what was left of him.

Beside him, the kind had crouched down to hide and was cowering behind the throne. The Queen clutched her son's body to her chest wailing and screaming. Then your eyes fell on him, standing tall in front of his parents shooting away.

You didn't know what you were going to do. You didn't think. You just acted and the next thing you knew, you were running towards him shooting fire at whatever tendrils of shadows you could see.

"Nikolai!"

In a moment, you reached his side, covering his back for every possible attack.

"You need to go," you urged him over the sounds of crying and shooting. A shot of light filled the room blinking you for a moment and panic shot through you at the possibility of Alina being hurt.

"Take your parents and Alina and go Nikolai. You can't stay here!" You insisted again, still back to back, unwilling to let anything happen to him. If he meant to argue you didn't know. You heard him speak but his words went unheard over the chaos in the room.

You turned around just in time to see one of those things trying to make their way to him. The tendrils of fire that shot through you slowed it down but it was only a shot of wind coming from a squaller that did the trick and sent it away.

Nodding in the squaller's direction you took Nikolai's shoulders and turned him towards the secret exit behind the throne.

"Stop playing hero and just go for Saint's sake!" Under normal circumstances, he was stronger than you. And well, he still was but too busy worrying about getting his family to safety and covering your back, he ended up succumbing to your shoves.

"I can't leave you here!"

"You can and you surely will! I'll make sure that Alina is safe," ushering him and his parents towards the exit, you didn't give him time to argue. Once they were through the door, you closed it behind them and melted the lock.

You allowed yourself only a moment to worry about him, to mourn him if things were to go downhill for you. Only a second for you to mourn the future that you knew you were never going to get with him.

Then it was over. Your heart locked away and your mind focused solely on the battle ahead. You needed to make sure that Alina was alive and get her to safety whilst also trying to save as many as you could along the way.

A piece of cake.

*+*+*+*+*+*

You knew that he had made it out of Os Alta alive. You had gotten word that he had arrived safe and sound to one of his hiding spots scattered around the country.

Alina and a group of other Grisha, including yourself, had managed to make it out alive out of the capital as well.

All was as well as it could be under these gloomy circumstances. And yet, you couldn't help but feel like you had lost.

Too many had fallen under the Darkling's wrath. Too many had given up their lives in honor of Ravka's freedom. Too many sacrifices for you all to be hiding in the tunnels like scared cats.

But you had a plan. You just needed to be in the same room as Alina, all of you at once, and you were going to make your way up.

It was only a matter of time before you were going to see him again.

*+*+*+*+*+*

It turned out that you were right. It was a matter of time indeed before you saw Nikolai again.

As always, he couldn't help but make a grand entrance while praising his good looks. For once, your eyes didn't roll in mock annoyance. The joy of seeing him again, safe and sound while also saving your asses, prevailed.

And the moment his eyes met yours? Priceless.

Despite being in the middle of running away and fighting the first army's soldiers, you felt like there was only the two of you. Nothing mattered besides Nikolai, his stupid smirk that shone brighter than all the stars combined.

It turned out that that moment came with a price indeed. Your distraction paved the way for an almost fatal mistake.

Too lost in Nikolai's eyes and restraining yourself from throwing yourself at him, you didn't notice the soldier sneaking up behind him. Or well, you didn't until it was too late.

The movement caught your eyes, but the bastard had his pistol already drawn. You had the presence of the spirit of pushing Nikolai out of the way before a shot was fired.

Focusing on the bullet you tried all your might to melt it, but you knew it was a desperate attempt since you had noticed it too late. Trying and losing was better than not trying at all so trying you did.

However, what turned out to be life-saving was Nikolai's counterattack. While you exercised the small science, Nikolai quickly drew his own pistol and shoot at the soldier.

Time seemed to slow down as you stared in front of him, hands in the air while Nikolai moved behind you. Right before your brain registered that while you had indeed managed to burn the bullet, it was still coming your way at high speed, another object entered your field vision.

At that moment you didn't exactly decipher what had happened, you blinked and the bullet was not there anymore. However, your stupor was short-lived as other soldiers were coming your way after hearing the noise.

At that point, Nikolai tugged you away and towards his awaiting ship knowing that the soldiers would surely outnumber you.

It all happened in a blink. One moment you were on the ground hellbent on not dying, and the other you were up in the air.

That, combined with the stress of the last couple of weeks. exhaustion and dehydration put you in a state of shock. Resulting in you staring numbly ahead of you.

Then, when you felt a hand on your face, your brain started working again and your eyes slowly began to focus.

"Are you injured?"

Nikolai was moving your head left and right to check for wounds and after that, he moved down on your neck and vital points. But you weren't hurt.

"It's so typically you to swoop in and save the day in the most dramatic way possible that I shouldn't even be surprised."

Your sarcasm reassured him that you were fine more than the absence of physical wounds. Leaning back on his haunches, he gave you a lazy smirk. "You know me, always read to save damsels in distress."

You almost hated how handsome he looked in that moment but the fact that he basically had saved your life made it really hard for you to get mad at him.

"Not a damsel and not in distress but I appreciated your gesture," you fired back falling naturally into your usual easy banter. "Thank you, Kolya."

"You shouldn't be thanking me. I did it for a whole selfish reason." His features morphed into seriousness which was usually something he left for meetings or that kind of stuff. Seeing it now directed at you, seriously worried you.

"Since when does Nikolai Lanstov shy away from gratefulness and compliments?" You tried to jest but to no avail.

"I'm serious."

"Alright, so why did you do it? You have tons of other Grisha available."

"Because a world without you is not a world I want to live in."

Well, damn. Trust Nikolai to make you completely speechless.

"That must be the shock talking," you murmured still taken back by his words.

"I've almost lost you, y/n, I'm not going to waste any more time avoiding my feelings." Crossing his arms on his chest, Nikolai lightly shook his head. Damn, there was no smirk on his face, no twinkle in his eyes. He must be serious.

"I should be having an epiphany moment since I was the one who almost died," you protested.

"Feel free to declare your undying love for me then."

"Ass. Now I'm tempted not to do it just to prove you wrong," you glared at him but sighed knowing what you needed to do. "But, as much as it pains me, you're right."

Your eyes flickered between yours and the sheer intensity of them gave you enough confidence to bear your heart to him, "I do love you, you know."

"Well, let's be honest, who wouldn't. I'm amazing," with a careless shrug, Nikolai gestured to himself. Which, of course, made you glare at him.

"Joking, I take it back. You're insufferable." Your mock-annoyance did nothing but amuse him to no end. However untruthful they might be, Nikolai played along with your words. While also progressively leaning closer to you.

"Nope, can't do that love. You signed your destiny, you're mine." You would have retired, of course you would have, but the truth is, his lips were more interesting than any witty comeback ever could.

#nikolai lanstov #nikolai lantsov x reader #grishaverse #nikolai lantsov imagine #shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov imagines #nikolai lantsov fic #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai my love #nikolai lanstov angst

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After playing the Insanity DLC last month, they played Control on the Ubisoft Twitch channel and once again invited Nikki Foy, the main scriptwriter, to talk about it. Summarized below (spoilers ahead!) is what she, as well as the two hosts, Chris Watters and Youssef Maguid, said:

In Insanity, it seemed obvious that Citra had to be the villain. In Control, it wasn’t that simple, and it couldn’t be Ajay because Pagan doesn’t see him as one. According to Nikki Foy, Pagan is obsessed with perfection and being in control, hence the name of the DLC. She said that, in Far Cry 4, “he’s telling Ajay these stories about how amazing he is and how he’s been betrayed at every turn and it’s not his fault that’s he’s doing terrible things” (to be very honest with you, I don’t really agree with this). She thinks Pagan hid his “animalistic side” and the truth of what he has done, and The Tyrant represents that part of himself he’s repressed but that’s bleeding through the cracks anyway. In some of the visions, we get to see things he doesn’t want people to see, things he wants to hide because they make him look bad (like when he suggests Ishwari should get an abortion), and he’s basically fighting against his flaws in Control.

She said that, unlike Vaas, who doesn’t have that clarity, Pagan is very self-aware. He’s not delusional, just never satisfied. He’s trying to be flawless but it’s impossible to achieve perfection, and this is what’s driving him to madness. He also expects this level of perfection from everyone else and sees himself as a Hero (with a capital H).

The three of them agreed that Troy Baker was a great actor. He also played The Tyrant, which means that, in Control, he got to play both the hero and the villain.

They also said the DLC looked awesome. Since it takes place in Pagan’s mind, she said that the world looks great partly because he has high standards in terms of architecture and thinks he deserves the best.

The currency in this episode is Respect because Pagan has so much money that he doesn’t really care about it anymore, it’s almost worthless to him. From Vaas’ point of view, money rules the world. From Pagan’s, respect is the highest currency.

She thought it was great to have the opportunity to revisit Yuma, to learn more about their relationship, and to have her be a villain again. She explained Yuma followed Pagan when he was fanatical but hated that he became more “normal” when he got a family. Then, it was Yuma who became even more fanatical. Pagan believes she was the one who told Mohan about Ishwari’s affair. According to Nikki Foy, even though he’s an unreliable narrator and that’s just what he believes, “he’s a smart guy”. So, in the DLC, it was definitely Yuma who told Mohan (I want to clarify that what actually happened in Far Cry 4 is still uncertain and up to interpretation, though).

The Lakshmana Pagan imagines is older than the “real” Lakshmana, who died as a baby before she could even talk. This is because she represents what he’s projecting on her. She is an idealized version of his dead daughter, a perfect little girl who tells him he is perfect.

She thinks the mission “For King and Country”, which takes place in the Durgesh Prison, is the hardest part of the entire Season Pass and strongly advises getting a power that improves fire defense in that DLC. She also loves the sound that coins make when you walk on them in Durgesh.

In the Delusion “House on Fire”, when we heard the gunshot and Ishwari’s scream, Chris Watters, who was the one playing, seemed reluctant to exist the Ghale Homestead knowing Lakshmana had just been murdered outside. He humorously said, “I don’t know if I can handle this one, Nikki”. She laughed and revealed that he messaged her before the stream and told her that, as the father of a 3-year-old daughter, playing Control gave him “psychic damage”.

When a viewer commented Pagan was shorter than Ishwari, they all called him a “shortcake”. They (as well as Marla Kishimoto, voice designer, who was in the chat) also discussed his outfit and said they thought his shoes clashed with his suit. However, they match with his weapons.

Someone in the chat asked what the QR code in Far Cry 6 meant but they unfortunately didn’t know anything about it.

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amymel86 · 3 years

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Bitches keep starting new Jonsa fics!

I’m bitches.

Shit. It happened again. Sansa really doesn’t need to be thinking about this on the day before her wedding but it happened AGAIN. The Red Keep Hotel’s 400 thread count, Braavosi cotton sheets are still balled up in her clenched fists. Sweat still dampens her brow.

A quick look over at the heavy blackout curtains shows no hint of daylight peeking from around the drapes. And stretching over to unplug her charging phone confirms that it is not yet dawn on this – her ‘Wedding Day Eve’ as Beth had coined it.

Should she make a call to her therapist once the world starts to wake up? She won’t go into great detail this time of course – but Sansa had thought that these dreams had stopped. It’s been ages since he’s featured in them and tonight-

Tonight...

Tonight he’d fucked her in her wedding dress.

Oh, Gods! How awful is that? Sansa is due to get married in under 48 hours and she’s dreaming of having sex with her groom’s brother?!

Deep breath.

Sansa closes her eyes.

In.

Out.

What was it that Brienne had suggested during their last session when she’d brought up the dreams?

“You may be manifesting these kinds of dreams because Jon is one of – if not the only – person that, outwardly, doesn’t show that he likes you. You’ve admitted yourself that you are a people-pleaser, Sansa, and I can imagine having someone in your life that you can’t seem to please would frustrate you very much.”

She was right, of course. It did frustrate her. Sansa was good at getting on with people – with everybody.

Except for Jon.

Even when they were younger, back in the north. That was before his dad had made contact with him – back when all he was was Miss Snow’s boy – the boy next door – the boy who was Robb’s best friend. He was always at their house but Sansa had little to no interest in him at the time and she was sure he had felt the same.

They were just too different.

The only time she really remembers having any kind of connection with him was when she’d hugged him for beating Joff’s ass when he’d hit her. But even that – she’s sure he’d only stepped in out of a sense of loyalty to Robb. The rest of the time he hardly acknowledged her beyond a bored looking grunt.

He’d gone away to college and Sansa had heard through Robb and Arya that he’d later dropped out, tried his luck down in King’s Landing at one of his father’s many, many investment businesses.

That hadn’t worked out either.

Sansa had just about forgotten all about Jon Snow – the boy next door – when, just three years ago, he’d contacted her via her old email of all things – couldn’t he have slid into her DMs on one of her socials like a normal person?

After short chats back and forth for a while – honestly, Sansa hadn’t been aware that Jon even knew how to hold a conversation until then - she’d found out that he had stayed down in King’s Landing and owned his own tattoo parlour now – a far cry from the respectable suit and tie gig that his father had envisioned for him.

He knew she was desperate to visit the capital and invited her to do just that.

That had been the first time she’d met his brother, her now fiancé, Aegon.

... and now she can’t seem to stop having sex dreams about a man who is decidedly not her husband-to-be. Honestly, he’s not even nice to her half the time and she doesn’t even know why – what has she ever done to him that was so bad? Aegon says Jon’s just too used to living and working in Fleabottom now – that the rough side of the city has rubbed off on him and caused him to forget his manners.

Sansa wonders if he ever had any in the first place?

Then she remembers how his lack of manners had made her react in one of those dreams and she can feel her whole body flush from her head to her toes.

“Mmm, fuck! You all wet for me, Princess?” Jon rumbles, his strong hands pinning her wrists back into the bed as he fills her. She whines before cutting off the noise with a bite to her lip. “Oh no, none of that,” he nips, teasing out her plump bottom lip with his own teeth, “I wanna hear aaall the noises Little Miss Perfect makes when she comes.”

Her heart is hammering in her chest as she stares up at him above her, a devious smirk on his face while he fucks her slow and measured.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth, Jon Snow,” she hisses.

His smile doesn’t falter, his hands tighten around her wrists above her head. “I think you like my dirty mouth.” His hips halt their torturously drawn-out movements and he stills, his cock completely buried inside her. He kisses Sansa with more force and desperation than she’s ever experienced, all while his body lay heavy and still above her. She squirms and whimpers – she wants more. Jon lets a self-satisfied chuckle escape their kiss.

“I hate you!” she pants when he finally releases her from his lips. His tattooed arms skim down her frame and then faster than is possible, he flips them so that she now straddles his hips. Sansa braces herself on his chest as he grins up at her.

“That’s right, baby,” he coos, voice rough, hands smoothing up and down her thighs, “show me how much you hate me, sweetheart.”

“Christ,” Sansa curses, falling back against the sheets at the memory. She stares up at the ceiling for two, maybe three seconds before rolling to her side. Huffing, Sansa shoves a pillow between her legs and prays for more sleep – preferably dreamless.

***

Fuck! Jon wants to throw something – his phone, a pillow – something. He can’t because Ygritte is asleep beside him, here in this swanky hotel bed in the middle of the night. But Jon can’t sleep. He doesn’t know why he can’t sleep – well, that’s a barefaced fucking lie but Jon refuses to look too closely at it because if he does, he’ll get mad all over again and even further from drifting off.

The night is dead still and heavy as he sits up, letting the fancy, soft sheets fall away from around his waist. Briefly, Jon considers waking Ygritte up and offering to go down on her – that always led to sex and if he got some, maybe he could sleep? Urgh – no. That was pretty fucking selfish. Plus, his girlfriend has been in a mood with him since she’s not keen on weddings, nor his family and Jon is kind of forcing her to go to this thing anyway.

There was no fucking way that he was gonna show up alone to watch his brother marry Little Miss Perfect. The only way he managed to sway her was by revealing that his father had already paid for their suite for three nights and that there would be a free bar at the wedding.

Sighing, Jon scrubs his hands down his face and reaches for his glasses. His phone tells him that it’s 2am.

The en suite bathroom light flickers on and the extractor fan kicks in instantly. Jon cuts the noise as fast as he can by flipping the exterior switch. Ygritte turns over in bed but doesn’t wake.

Closing the door with a soft click, Jon lets out a breath. The light overhead hums quietly and the reflection in the over-sink mirror is a sorry and accusing one. Bracing his weight on the porcelain sink, Jon glares at himself. His eyes catch on one of the first tattoos he’d ever gotten; a dragonfly in flight over his heart.

“Fucking hell, you’re pathetic,” he whispers to himself.

Maybe he just needs to jerk off and then he’ll be able to sleep?

Jon snorts snidely at himself. Yeah, ‘cause that’s not pathetic at all. Christ.

He almost walks out the bathroom but then stops, coming back to the basin and opening his phone. It’s not pathetic. He is a man – he has needs, dammit! As long as he’s just looking at generic porn and doesn’t open up that hidden file he has that contains images and videos from a certain person’s social media, then it’s fine – it’s all fine!

His traitorous thumb hovers over that file none-the-less.

Oh, so we’re just gonna jerk off to pictures of the bride on the day before her wedding, are we?

“I can’t handle this,” he grumbles - grinds the heels of his palms into his eyes until he sees sparkles.

Standing in the doorway, the light from the bathroom behind him floods in and lands upon one of the little amenity tables backed up against the adjacent wall. On top had been an expensive looking vase of fresh roses and a professional brochure listing all the important information about the hotel and their stay. It had boasted a long list of facilities – including a 24hr gym.

If Jon’s feeling too guilty to see to his frustrations one way – perhaps he should try another.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #jonsa ff #modern au

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i read come home and it was really great! can i have some more info on coraline, like how did she become comfortable and feel safe with tiergan and did he give her a dragon onsie or stuffed animal at some point?

CARALINE!!!!

my favorite and best child ugh how i love her very existence!

yes i came up with her im allowed to love my own creations

Okay.

Caraline is the youngest. She didn't really know all the dirty nitty-gritty details of why they got taken away. She didn't know why Edaline sobbed herself to sleep at night. She didn't know why Juline had so much rage built into her. She didn't need to know, her sisters thought. If they could protect her from shouting matches that made ears ache and broken glass bottles that hit the wall and shattered into their skin, that was good. If they could protect her form their mother's drunken raging, calling them pieces of capital S crap, from their father's demands and endless oppression, from Edaline getting burns up and down her arms from a pyrokinetic who couldn't bother keeping it inside, why would they? Juline picks Caraline up under her arms and half-throws her behind a door and closes and locks it from the outside. Caraline hears someone shouting and someone yelling and Edaline is crying again, Edaline always cries. Caraline leans against the door and waits for Juline to come back and unlock it. She waits the whole night.

The next day, they're in a court room and Edaline has blood crusted into her hair. Juline has tear tracks and bruises. But Caraline is okay. Caraline is okay.

Juline thinks they succeeded. That Caraline managed to be okay. But they couldn't protect her from all of it.

Caraline heard a lot of things. Caraline got hissed at a lot by a drunk mother, half-asleep on the couch when she got home from school. She heard scrapes and thuds and shouts and insults that no seven year old should ever have to hear. She got yanked around by her father. She had to eat dinner in silence with Edaline watching the doors like a hawk. She winced whenever a door slammed. She never got hurt. Her sisters fought too hard to protect her, putting their own safety on the backburner to protect her, but they could not save her from noise. They could not save her from evidence. They could not save her from what they were not around to protect her from.

And on top of all that. She saw her sisters deteriorate. She connected the dots, added up the evidence. She knew what happened. Maybe not so intimately as her older sisters did, but she knew.

So she didn't trust Tiergan. Not as far as she could throw him. She watched him, silent. Didn't speak to him. Didn't look him in the eyes. She tried to take up as little space as possible, be as little as possible so Edaline would look calmer and Juline would leave her alone and Tiergan wouldn't see her.

But the thing is, Tiergan did see her. He made a point to look at her, smile at her, hand her things, ask her how she was doing. It made her heart beat faster and her hands shake and her skin hot. She didn't want him to notice her. That wasn't good. Edaline didn't want him to notice her, Juline was mad at him because he noticed her. That meant it was bad. That meant it was dangerous.

Caraline wished she could dissappear. She didn't want to be seen. She wanted to vanish into the background. But against her own will, she was visible. She existed. She wasn't a vanisher. She couldn't run away from herself.

But Tiergan is not one to be deterred from a challenge. In fact, that's the reason he's so good at being a dad. He doesn't push himself into someone's like when they don't want him there, but he's also really good at existing. He exists in a way that in unavoidable and calm. So, he didn't shy away from her. He just let her be.

And she started to be. She started to exist. Softly. Gently. Quietly.

Tiergan didn't try talking to her for about a month and a half. Not by herself, at least. Not without one of her sisters to place most of the burden of conversation on.

But one day, he decided it was time to ask her a very important question. A question he always tried to ask his adopted kids, as soon as they felt more at home, or able to exist. "Do you want to go get stuff for your room?"

Caraline's eyes went wide, her eyes bright and terrified, all in one. "Wh...what?"

"Yeah. Want to go find stuff for your room?"

Caraline was quiet for a long moment. The silence echoed around them. Tiergan waited. Caraline found her voice after a moment. "Where would we go?"

"Atlantis. There's a bunch of shops there. With all sorts of things for bedrooms. And some toys."

Caraline was silent for a long while. Then, her voice as soft as she could make it and still be heard, she said, "Sure. I'll go. We've gotta tell Eda, though."

She was quiet as Edaline shot her a sharp look, and as she pulled on her boots, and Tiergan quietly made a mental note to get her new ones. Hers were splitting from the soles. She said nothing as they walked out the door.

They headed out a little bit later, and Caraline kept herself as far away from Tiergan as she could without actually acting like she was trying to stay away from him.

He had to hold her hand as they light-leaped, for safety reasons, and he pretended he couldn't feel her hands trembling.

They walked into the stores full of bedspreads and art in Atlantis and she wound up staying quiet as they walked around. After a while, she carried a soft blue blanket to him. "This is nice," she said, softly.

"Yeah," Tiergan said, not calling too much attention to it. "Put it in the basket."

She did.

She wandered off again. Came back with a set of sheets and a comforter. She watched his eyes nervously. He gestured to the basket. She set them in.

She found a few other things. He smiled at her, encouragingly. She looked away, instantly, nervous again. "I don't need these," she whispered.

"Do you want them?"

"That doesn't matter."

Tiergan tilted his head, looking at her. "Let's get them," he said. "If you don't like them, we can bring them back later."

Tiergan paid for the things, and Caraline paled when the shopkeeper said the price out loud. Tiergan glanced at her, but didn't say anything about it. Adults are terrifying, he thought to himself. This girl was especially small. She didn't know him. She didn't know what to expect. Indeed, Tiergan didn't really know what to expect. He had never had to take care of someone this small. They left that shop, and Caraline was still quiet.

Tiergan saw another shop. There was a stuffed animal in the window, a doll's house to the side. A toy carriage near it. An orge action figure in its box, still. He turned to her. "Do you like toys?"

Caraline blinked at him, her eyes wide and startled at being directly addressed. "What?"

"Do you like dolls?"

Caraline swallowed, sharply.

Tiergan glanced at her. There was panic written in her eyes.

"Not... not really, Sir." Her eyes flitted away. "I've never had one."

"What about action figures?"

Caraline paled even more. "No... nope."

"Stuffed animals?"

Caraline took a step away from Tiergan. She shook her head.

"You don't like any of those? What about a toy carriage?"

She shook her head again.

"Any reason why?"

Caraline shrugged. "Never had one."

"A toy carriage?"

Caraline's gaze caught on the toy store. She shrugged again, this time with more force. "Never had any toys. Eda once made me a doll. Momma found it. Threw it in the fireplace."

Tiergan internally winced. He knew there were several staples for children. One was that they be allowed to not eat at least one thing they hated. Sometimes one had to struggle through broccoli, or lima beans, or rice, or cauliflower, but they shouldn't have to eat something they absolutely hated. Another was that they had to sleep. Children needed bedtimes, and to be cared about enough to be sent to bed with enough time to be wholly rested for the next day.

And children deserved toys. Maybe it was a stupid thing to think, Tiergan thought, but they did. Toys meant safety. Toys meant being allowed to live. Toys meant being able to do things that didn't matter, that wouldn't affect your entire reality, toys meant simplistic freedom. Toys meant a certain quiet and a determined peace. Children deserved toys.

Caraline had never had toys.

The thought ached his heart. So he said, then, "Should we check out that store?"

Caraline's eyes widened. Her hands clenched into fists. She set her jaw. "I don't need to," she said. "It's not necessary."

"I didn't ask if it was necessary," Tiergan said. "We can go in, if you want."

She didn't say anything.

Tiergan thought fast. "I kind of want to check it out. It looks like they've got some cool stuff."

Caraline was silent for a good minute and a half. "Okay," she said, softly. "We can go in."

So, in they walked.

Caraline's eyes went wide and she scanned the store like it could bite her. She stayed practically glued to Tiergan's side, when all day she'd been terrified to be next to him. So, Tiergan stayed quiet, and walked alongside her, weaving through aisles, and slowing down whenever Caraline's eyes caught on anything. He'd pretend to focus on something else. She'd glance at him once, to make sure he wasn't watching, and then pick up something, like a boxed kit for some project, or a carefully crafted boat.

However, she always set it down.

That is, of course, until the two of them walked down the stuffed animal aisle.

Her whole face lit up, but softly, gently. Tiergan saw it, out of the corner of his eye. He instantly slowed down, making sure that Caraline would get to look at all the animals.

She froze, and Tiergan watched her, and her mouth opened just a little when she came across a sea of stuffed dragons. Each in intricate and lovely colors, handmade and soft, each with their own personality and softness, the safety clinging to them like their wings were bedazzled in shimmering scales. Her hands trembled and she clenched them into little fists.

Her fingers shook as she reached for the shimmering dragon, blue and purple with bright eyes and soft wings. Tiergan smiled. She picked it up, softly, her fingers trembling over its eyes, its face.

Then, as though she was alone in the world, she cradled it, kissed it once, and then glanced at him. Tiergan pretended like he couldn't see her.

They stayed in that spot for a long while, Caraline's whole body centered around the dragons in her hands. The minutes ticked past. Tiergan didn't move on, Caraline didn't set the dragon down.

After ten minutes, and Caraline still holding the dragon like it held the secrets to life, he turned to her and said, off-handedly, "Is it a boy or a girl dragon?"

She looked at him for a long, long while, as though trying to assess what he wanted. "His name's Kilian."

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

He smiled at her. "Should we bring Kilian home with us?"

Her eyes went wide. "We can?"

He nodded. "Should we?"

She instantly shook her head, her eyes big and wide and terror glittering in them. "No, I don't need him."

"Do you want him?"

"Doesn't matter," she answered, and set the dragon down like someone being forced to leave their most prized possession in a building fire. "I don't need him."

So, when in a pinch, he did what he had to do. He picked up the dragon, newly christened Kilian, and walked to the front of the store. Instantly, Caraline trailed after him, her eyes startled and scared. "What... what are you doing?"

He didn't say anything, but walked to the front of the store.

"I'm sorry," Caraline said, "I didn't mean to--"

Tiergan looked her in the eyes. "Do you like him?"

Caraline blinked. And then she glanced, once, to the dragon. She nodded.

"Good," Tiergan said. "He's for you."

Caraline watched in awe as he bought the stuffed dragon. And then, simply, he set into her hands. As though offered something precious, she cradled it into her arms, kissed it.

Tiergan's heart lightened at that.

They walked down the street together, and his daughter skipped, slightly, the sidewalk, at his side. He turned to look at her. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks pink and pleased. She was seven years old, she had seen so much for her seven little years.

But now?

Caraline, his youngest daughter, was smiling.

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