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lunarflux · 8 months ago

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x: Thomas Shelby found his match in an information bookie who has eluded the grasp of the Peaky Blinders long enough to crumble their power over Birmingham. But at last, he found you. The ghost he'd been chasing was finally in front of him, but you were trickier than he expected. Dangerous, cunning - and a bit too much like himself. To buy your loyalty, he would have to sell his in equal measure. Loyalty for loyalty - blood for blood - how much were either of you willing to spill before the game changed entirely?

a/n: midway through writing this, i realized it got too romantic, and then i changed my writing music and it suddenly all became clear looool here's your smut (even though i initially thought this fic was going to be way smuttier)

part 15: the king and his queen

word count: 2,831 tag: @bruhidkjustwannaread | @rubyxx16 | @immyowndefender

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Tommy sat in the office of the Garrison, cigarette in hand, staring at the reports spread across his desk. His expression was unreadable, but the sharp set of his jaw betrayed his tension. The fire at your bookshop had been days ago, but the fallout lingered like smoke in the air, thick and suffocating.

The door creaked open, and Arthur, John, Finn, and Michael filed in, their faces unusually grim. Arthur carried a small red notebook and what looked like a charred photo in his hand.

Tommy barely glanced up. “How bad was it?”

“There wasn't much we could do, Tom,” John said, his tone unusually subdued. "There were some books in the back that were saved, but the structure is lost."

Tommy’s eyes flicked to him, narrowing. “What else?”

Arthur stepped forward, dropping the photo and notebook onto Tommy’s desk. “Thought we might find somethin’ useful, but a lot of it was gone.” He hesitated, his usual bravado replaced with an uneasy edge. “Found this instead.”

Tommy reached for the photo first. It was warped at the edges from the fire, but the image was clear enough. He studied the man's features. Photographs usually told so little, but from this small glimpse of a face from your life—one he assumed had not resurfaced since your time in Birmingham—he found himself retreat. His usual firm hold on his emotions faltered at the sight of a man who could have meant so much to you.

Finn, standing off to the side, muttered, “Guessin’ that’s someone she cared about.”

Michael crossed his arms. “We found it in her desk. Buried under a pile of papers—like she didn’t want to see it but couldn’t bring herself to throw it away.”

Tommy turned the photo over, finding a date and a name scrawled in your handwriting: Ezra—1919.

“What else?” Tommy asked, his voice calm but commanding.

Arthur put his hand on the red notebook and slid it forward. "Haven't opened it yet, but it's hers."

Tommy ran his fingers over the leather. The temptation to pry it open and dive deeper into your thoughts coursed through his arm, but he resisted. He placed his hand down firmly on the journal with a heavy sigh. The last time he pried into your life, you met him head on. Unlike then, you wouldn't have expected anyone, let alone him, to see into the very depths of your soul. He didn't know why, but the thought unsettled him. He wondered when it had become such a priority to consider your privacy as something of importance.

Michael leaned forward, his voice sharp. “Should we try to find him?”

John tapped the photo. “Whoever he is, he meant something to her. For all we know, he's the cause of all this. Maybe he's involved.”

Tommy stared at the picture again, his mind working like clockwork. “Maybe. Or maybe he’s the reason she’s running.”

Finn frowned. “Think he’s dead?”

Tommy didn’t answer right away. His eyes lingered on the man—Ezra's face until the features had solidified in his mind. He crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, standing up and pocketing the photo. “I’ll talk to her.”

Arthur scoffed. “And if she doesn’t tell you?”

“She will." Tommy’s eyes were cold as steel. "In time. Don't tell her what you found. She's still healing.”

As the others filed out, Tommy stayed behind, his hand brushing over the photograph in his pocket. Whoever Ezra had been, whatever happened to him, Tommy knew it held the key to understanding your past. And perhaps, at last, everything would finally unravel.

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The early evening light filtered through the tall windows of Arrow House, bathing the room in a golden glow. You sat in a plush armchair near the fire, a book balanced on your lap, though you hadn’t turned a page in some time. Your wounds had closed, and what remained was the budding presence of scars, ones that wouldn't soon fade. The physical wounds may have mended, but the ache beneath the surface lingered, more persistent than you wanted to admit.

The sound of footsteps drew your attention. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Tommy always walked with a deliberate purpose, a rhythm you’d come to recognize.

“Come to regale me with another story of a good day at the race?” you said without looking up, your voice tinged with dry amusement.

“Not today,” he replied, stepping into the room. “If those stories don't interest you, I will tell Arthur to stop.”

You chuckled, just loud enough for him to hear. “If that is what enthuses Arthur, then who am I to stop him? Better than him trying to watch me like an injured bird trying to take flight.”

Tommy moved to stand near the mantle, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as they studied you. The photograph of Ezra still lay safely in his pocket. He continuously tucked it away, convincing himself that now wasn't the right time to ask you. Eventually, it became routine to slip it back into his pocket in the hopes that it was finally time. His fingers toyed with its edges, the presence of your past trying to escape into the open.

But he couldn't. As the days past, you looked more and more at peace. You'd settled into a new routine. Finn brought books back to Arrow House, and while none of them knew what it actually was that you liked to read, they all started to recognize your true glimpses at contentment. Whether it was a book or a conversation that had no hint of duplicity, there was a part of you that was perfectly capable of what some considered to be a normal life. The possibility of shattering this and bringing you back into his world weighed heavier on his shoulders than he would have ever imagined.

Eventually, you grew used to his presence. You sighed from your place by the fire, gently massaging your shoulder. With one hand, you unbuttoned the first few inches of your shirt and eased the collar down to reach the ache. Tommy's eyes drifted to the newborn scar, but then his gaze wandered to your chest. Your breaths were soft and steady, a tempo that matched the ticking of the clock behind him.

“You're healing well." He broke the silence. Your eyes flickered up to him with a soft smile in acknowledgement.

“Like I said before,” you replied, closing the book and setting it aside. “I do not control how a body heals, even less so, my own.”

His lips twitched, almost a smile. With the slightest movement of your shoulder, Tommy found himself staring at the scar again, and, as if it were a reflex, he reached for his own. Now a part of his chest, he realized it was just like yours. Tommy’s eyes lingered on your face, searching for something beneath your composed exterior. You tilted your head to the side, eyes fluttering shut with a melodic hum.

No—not now. He couldn't ask you about Ezra now. This moment was so fleeting, and the second he asked, it would be gone forever. If only for today, he wanted to savor this—you both peacefully existing in the same room without any threats from the outside. It was a selfish decision, and he readily accepted that it was his own.

Tommy didn't know what he was doing when he approached you and reached for the scar, but as if sensing this was a gesture of curiosity, you let him. His fingers were warm and almost soothing as they ran over the fresh patch of skin like he was studying it.

For the briefest second, you tensed, your hand brushing absently over your side where the second wound lay tucked away. Tommy quietly retreated, but before he could step back, you grabbed his wrist and stood.

You let out a heavy breath, eyes shutting again in thought. Still holding his arm, you guided his hand to the buttons that were still clasped and nodded.

"You were a gentleman then," you nodded, mostly to yourself. "Telling Arthur and John to leave. I already felt... Exposed. Naked—just from the wounds alone and being seen like that. But, still, you told them to leave, so it wouldn't be so bad. Don't think I didn't notice, Tommy."

Tommy's fingers stayed on the top button like he was still processing if the gesture was an act of repayment or the giving of permission.

"If you need to see it for peace of mind, then you can," you whispered. The usual confidence in your tone dampened into a soft pitch.

He told himself he was doing this because he needed to see if you were telling the truth—that the wound had actually closed and was now just another scar. In reality, he didn't know his intentions. It could still have been a need, but it was one with weak conviction.

Tommy undid the rest of your shirt and parted it just enough to see the second scar. Your arms stayed relaxed at your sides, your face still but forlorn, as he touched the wound gently enough to make you shiver. He pressed the palm of his hand against your waist, firm and steadying.

He stepped closer, and your lungs filled with the scent that had accompanied you to dreams for many nights, always by your side. Tommy looked down at your as if he was silently seeking permission. Though, in truth, he didn't know what he was asking for.

As if seeing the war raging in his head, you reached for his neck and pulled him towards you. You rested your lips against his with a sigh—at last, feeling what you denied yourself weeks ago. Just a taste of him was enough, you told yourself. Just one.

Unlike then, he didn't move with urgency. He simply waited for you to make the decision. If it was just a kiss, then that's all it was. For once, he accepted this was out of his control.

You pulled back, eyes bearing into his with a seriousness one only experienced in the face of a choice that would not soon be presented again—or at all.

"Listen to me, Thomas Shelby," you whispered. Your stare commanded his to never tear away from yours as you spoke, insisting without words to hear you clearly because you wouldn't repeat yourself again. "I am not something to be won because I am earned."

Tommy's breath flitted across your skin as you spoke, and in your words, you showed him that your guard could go up at any moment. But for the moment, you were letting him acknowledge the mask of pain and power, one that only you possessed and chose to grace him with. The burden of understanding you wasn't not something easily given.

"If I give myself to you, I'm never taking any of it back." You spoke so firmly, the weight of your words forcing him to listen. "And if you give yourself to me, I am never letting you go."

He told you once that your purpose of being here would come out whether you dared to say it out loud or not. While you couldn't bring yourself to say this gently, you said it regardless.

"Every mistake you've ever made until now means nothing to me. But if this is a mistake—one you will come to regret, then tell me now. Tell me what you want." Your grip on his neck intensified with the slight twitch of your fingers. "That's why I'm here. That's why I made my choice. It scares you to crave, but it terrifies you to need. If you tell me now that I am a passing craving, then you've proved a point—that this was just business. But if you need me, all I want is for you to say it. And mean it."

It wasn't a threat. This was a declaration of self-preservation over the fantasy of possibilities.

For a moment, Tommy stayed silent.

He'd loved before, loved countless times to the point where it all might have been meaningless—just fleeting moments where he felt love, but it never lingered. And now, with your intentions finally out in the open, he understood. Your goal was to force him to experience it all—the pain and the loss. To be loved and respected. To choose to be alone no longer, and to understand what it meant to choose someone because he needed them and not because he wanted them for the moment.

You wanted him to face the inevitable—that loving someone wasn't a choice. But to love someone who was truly good for him, who didn't just love the idea of what he could be—that was a choice.

And he made his decision.

Tommy gripped your waist, sliding your shirt over your shoulders until it fell to the floor around your ankles. With a solitary sigh, he kissed you again, still as gentle as the first.

"I need you."

The words rang in your ears like an autumn breeze numbing summer's heat. And all at once, his lips found you again. His touch was tender, methodically moving in a way that still treated you as fragile beneath his fingertips. He carried you to the bed, his lips trailing down your neck, peppering you with kisses until all you felt was the need he'd suppressed for so long.

You sat up, taking his face in your hands. His eyes searched yours for permission, and with the soft nod of your head, his hands wandered your body, discovering and adventuring across your skin. He slipped his shirt off, and your eyes landed on the scar on his chest.

You reached for it, seeing in a different way how similar you both were. This was not an attempt to put the other back together, but a way to hold the broken pieces to the light and admire the sunlight between the cracks. To love the other earnestly and honestly, and to hope in desperation and the fear of never loving again.

Tommy watched you as you straddled him. You eased him into you with a long drawn out sigh, pressing your forehead against his. With one hand, he steadied your waist, guiding you as your hips moved, and with the other, he held your cheek with the gentle stroke of his thumb.

He sighed against your neck, groaning every time he slid inside you, the full length of him feeling the warmth of your walls. He admired you as you grinded into him, the last of your defenses crumbling down at his touch. There was no more need for words. Tommy let you take him in whatever way you desired. He didn't care if you were using him for your own pleasure. All that mattered was that you accepted his need, reciprocated with your own carnal desire to claim him.

Slowly, the mood changed. Your eyes darkened as it suddenly settled in that, together, this was something new. It wasn't just romance. It was the molding of the power you both held. Others only alluded that together, you and Tommy could set the world on fire—if that was what you desired. He held the match, and you soaked it with gasoline. At your command, he would set the world ablaze and build you a throne from the ashes and debris.

Tommy laid you back down on the bed and lowered himself in between your legs. He gripped your thighs, taking pleasure in how you writhed from the motions of his tongue. He hummed against your core, his mouth moving with an urgency that mimicked his need and hunger. You threw your head back with a gasp as his tongue plunged deep inside you, curling and pulling you against his face.

He pulled you closer, lapping up the dampness dripping down his chin. You gripped his hair, urging him to keep going until you felt that tug in the pit of your stomach. Your legs clenched, and with a guttural moan, you came until you twisted onto your stomach, riding the high as you spilled out onto the bed. Tommy positioned himself above you and slid back into your pulsing core. He eased himself inside you, taking a hold of your chest and holding you against him. He panted against your neck, his tongue dragging against your skin like no amount of your taste was enough. With a final thrust, he collapsed, his hips still grinding against you to draw out the ecstasy.

You panted, keeping a firm grip on the sheets until he was gentle once more. He kissed your shoulder with a sigh. Tommy's lips curled into a knowing grin, and you met his expression with equal satisfaction.

The game has changed with an entirely new board. The King has his Queen, and it was only a matter of time before the world would feel the ground rumble beneath their feet.

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #lunarflux #a game of ghosts lunarflux #mild smut

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thelandswemadeofpaper · 2 months ago

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The latest KID notice arrived at the police station written in his usual flamboyant script.

In the hour when shadows stretch and the sun begins to fall,

A gem of red, its name after a fruit, to trap the girl half a year underground.

Not in the hands of thieves nor in the light of day,

In the halls of old, shall the treasure stay."

Shinichi tapped the paper with a thoughtful frown, eyes scanning each line again. Midnight—standard KID timing. The red gem, fruit name… pomegranate. The Persephone reference wasn’t subtle, 'the girl' — maybe a mention to her epithet of Kore? That narrowed it down fast.

“The "halls of old". Salazar's old meaning in spanish." he murmured. “The Amulet of Grenadine,”

Ezra’s Amulet.

His fingers tapped absently on the edge of the desk.

The mention of the greek goddess of the dead couldn't be more ironic. But in Amity Park, that symbolism wasn’t just poetry.

He still didn’t know if the spirits were undead, extradimensional, or just a weird category all their own—but after everything he'd witnessed during that trip to Amity Park his parents dragged him along, he’d long stopped trying to file it under “normal.”

Back then, he thought the town was just strange, a tourist trap with supernatural stories.

The detective had been proven wrong fairly fast. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, to press the supernatural into boxes of science or tricks, there was no denying the truth he'd seen with his own eyes. The Ghost Zone existed. Spirits of the dead roamed freely. And somehow, impossibly, people could exist in between.

How in Enma’s name had he ended up befriending some sort of undead half-Youkai?

The detective snorted. When those two are involved, peace is often impossible.

Danny Fenton was the 'classic hero' type, always, throwing himself between danger and his town like it was the most natural thing in the world. A boy with too old eyes and too many bruises.

Shinichi recognized the look in his eyes: someone who had to protect what he loved, even if it broke him. He’d seen it in mirrors.

Ezra Salazar, on the other hand, was just as protective—but would sooner spit on the word hero than claim it. Her methods were… questionable, to say the least, and more than once during his stay, they’d butted heads over it.

And yet, beneath the frost that once made Shinichi mistake her for a Yuki-Onna, she protected who she cared for with a ferocity that even Skullker might flinch at.

Shinichi sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. If the target really was Ezra’s amulet, then she wouldn’t sit this one out. And if Ezra was involved, Danny wouldn’t be far behind—whether to stop her, support her, or clean up after whatever chaos she caused.

Just thinking about it gave him a headache. Those two had a way of turning even the simplest situations into full-blown supernatural disasters. If this heist wasn’t already complicated, their presence would definitely make sure it would be.

“This heist is going to be different,” he said to himself. “And I need to figure out if KID wants that gem from more than his usual games.”

#ezra salazar #danny phantom #detective conan #future fics #shinichi kudo

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whyohwhydoris · 3 months ago

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I'll be honest, I'm not given to the idea that animation requires live-action adaptation. It just isn't necessary to retell our stories like that. But I would absolutely love to see, would die for or kill for or whatever for to see Star Wars Rebels given the full Andor treatment. I like Rebels a lot. It has its weak points. But it also has a lot of the underpinning attitudes of Andor, with the edges filed off to make it accessible for a younger audience. But, just look at the first episode of Rebels:

The Ezra and the rest of the Team happen to knock over a local Imperial weapon shipment

Of those involved in this heist, two are adults, two are children

Zeb and Sabine are survivors of Imperial genocides

Kanan is a survivor of a religious/political purge

Hera is the daughter of a long time militia leader

Ezra is an orphaned child stealing to survive and taking small actions such as creating false comms

Kanan throw a speeder trooper a grenade that blows up in his hands

An alien is about to be arrested for treason for complaining about a shake down by Imperial Army personnel

And that's like, the first ten minutes.

Just imagine that with the heart-attack seriousness of Andor?

I think that, what Rebels does so effectively - more effectively than the sequel mess, more effectively than anything Disney has done in live action - is show us what it could mean if the force wasn't the sole provision of a hermetic religious order, but was something democratized. What would happen if the ethics of the Jedi were stripped of the trappings of the Order. And if we were presented that with the seriousness of Andor? An interrogation of the central moral and ethical themes of the mytho-legend at a post-graduate level instead of a high-school freshman level?

The first episode of Rebels is literally about stealing a tiny weapons shipment and rations, selling the guns for day-to-day funding and intel on a shipment of Wookie political prisoners, and planning a quick hit-and-run, and springing a troop of Wookie freedom fighters from incarceration. Only for it to turn out to be a ISB trap.

And, because it's a kid's show, it hand-holds the message. But imagine if Ezra wasn't told why he needs to step up, but was forced to to save his own skin of his own volition? But also because he's a rebel at heart, and he's been raised right, and because saving people is an instinct for him? Because, honestly, Ezra is Cassian for kids. Or, maybe Cassian is Ezra for political philosophy and history nerd adults? (Ezra is also for adults - listen, hand-holdy kids fair or not, the major themes of his story are quintessential Star Wars.)

Just, everything about Rebels would so brilliantly under pin moving forward with the tone and quality that Andor has pioneered.

Or, maybe what I really want is these characters in the Mandolorian era handled with the seriousness that Andor has taken with Cassian an Mon Mothma?

I want Hera having a serious inner struggle about Cham Syndula's legacy; about how he spent the best years of his life in open, armed rebellion against Republic corruption, and then Separatist invasion, and finally Imperial persecution? And yet, all she has achieved with her life is restoring the same largely unresponsive, corrupt, byzantine monstrosity that ended up stealing any hope of peace or justice from two generations of her family.

I want Ezra grappling with the failures of the Jedi and the potential for something good in the galaxy as he strives both to honour Kanan's sacrifice and be a new light in the galaxy.

I want Zeb feeling like a cog in a machine which has lost all meaning to him and his people, and realizing that going through the motions with captain Teva isn't enough - that it is a waste of both their time, and something needs to be done about the Republic, because it is still every bit as broke as it was before?

(Ultimately, I want the entire sequel canon jettisoned for telling a bad story and wasting everyone's time - including the characters'. Rey, Finn, Poe and everyone else deserve much, much, much better stories, and JJ and Rian Johnson have both done so much damage, that half a decade later, and literally noone has a clue how to unfuck it.)

Anyway, I've rambled enough. Suffice to say - Rebels is brilliant. Andor is sublime. And Rebels characters are so rich that giving the the Andor treatment would be easy and absolutely amazing.

#andor #star wars andor #star wars rebels

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definesanity · 6 months ago

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Jane's Anecdote: The Long Night's End.

Stage I: 'Montgomery'

'Wait for The Demons to Travel By.'

"However long the night, the dawn will break." --African Proverb.

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>Rehab Centre, Laplace

Noise was a constant friend in Laplace. It followed people, from the machines they worked at, the sounds they make themselves, or a white noise from silence, albeit one that would never happen.

"Hey, will that person be here soon?" a Laplace researcher, a middle-aged man by the name of Jack, asked a person next to him. Jack had been working there for only three years, but had already found his place in the chaos of the research hub.

"Which person?" replied the new hire, Mark. he had been scouted out (or, rather, just been told his application had been accepted.)

"That one, the one from the other Timekeeper's group. What's her name again? Something… 'self'?"

A new, more chipper voice entered the conversation.

"Oh? You mean, Madam Oneself?" X wasn't the most hated, but he was certainly one of the more… interesting, of Laplace's staff.

"From what I've heard, she has other things to attend to, and sent someone far more capable in her stead."

"Really? Who?" Jack's expression swapped between expectant and curiosity. One could argue those emotions are very similar, but X says otherwise:

One is for when you're interested; the other is when you're expecting to be given the answer you want.

Sadly, X didn't have it.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know. She just said it would be, and I quote, 'someone that Laplace knows well.'" he finished his unexpected report with a shrug and a smile, something that had long since become a staple of his work.

And then, much like a squirrel, he moved away, perhaps to look for that person, leaving the two men behind.

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>Hallway, Laplace

X moved on, from the hallway towards the lift, where he spotted familiar heads.

One with white hair, and one with blond hair.

"Oh, you." Medicine Pocket spoke first, looking highly uninterested as usual. It means, therefore, that they are interested in something.

"Hello, X," the smaller and much more sociable of the two greeted. Ezra was normally very busy around this time of the week tending to the mushrooms; so to see him standing by casually by was certainly out of the blue.

"Good day, you two. Hoping to catch sight of our mystery helper?"

"Obviously. I mean, come on, it's not every day you meet another version of yourself. What if it's me? Or you?" MedPoc smiling wasn't a rare sight; them having good intentions while smiling, however, is.

X shook his head. "As much as I would like to meet another me, I'm sure they are also busy with whatever they are doing. Unlike, it seems you two."

He turned towards Ezra. "No offense, Ezra."

"None taken. I was actually waiting for the elevator regardless." he then looked towards said elevator, seemingly as if it would carry the mysterious arrival in question.

When, in actuality, she had already arrived by the elevator further down, and now was moving past them swiftly.

"…Mesmer?" MedPoc looked confused, before it shifted in exasperation. "There you are! Christ, I asked you for the files related to that bloody plant half an hour ago!"

'Mesmer' stopped, and X could see her writing something down.

…Strange. Was she hunching over?

"Hey! Deaf-head!" MedPoc made their way over to her, raising a hand that curled into a fist. "I'm talking, dipsh--!"

The hunch stopped. And X watched as she got taller. And taller. And before long, towered over all three.

She turned around, and X felt fascinated.

She looked eerily like Mesmer Jr. But, she wasn't; dark eyebags laid under her eyes heavily, the black developing into a deep shade of purple. Her outfit looked similar, but was in a deep black, with gloves being worn protectively on her hands.

And that coat she was wearing, almost hiding that shoulder cape on the left side of her body… was that… Madam Lucy's?

At long last--of which, was three seconds--'Mesmer' gave a clearing of her throat.

"Hello," she greeted, voice raspy and deep. "I'm Jane. Jane Mesmer Jr."

She gave them something scary:

A smile.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, my good fellows."

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To Be Continued…

#ryuusei's works #reverse 1999 #r1999 #medpoc #medicine pocket #ezra theodore #r1999 x #jane mesmer jr

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contentment-of-cats · 10 months ago

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Ezra's reckoning

He knew about Thrawn's crew, of course. In general, they did not come planetside and preferred to spend their money at the Imperial depot's commissary and PX. He knew about Thrawn's SWO, possibly the only officer in the Navy who could shoot. Of course, that was a joke, as the Seventh didn't seem to tolerate inefficiency or (Kassius Konstantine exempted) incompetence. Now that he was Back, it seemed that Thrawn's officers had blown through the galaxy and taken root like scatterpuff seeds. Faro, Marinith, Hammerly, Barlin, Agral, Lomar, Yve, and Pyrondi were now everyone's flag-ranked problems.

Pyrondi - the Dragon - in particular.

He couldn't pull off the Purgill again.

The Third Fleet followed Grand Admiral Pyrondi as the Seventh had Thrawn. The Chimaera's etched ventral was matched by Pyrondi's dragon on the Imperial lll classed Audacity. It was her name, her flagship, and her reputation. Even the fleet patch carried the motto, "Firing Solution: The Shortest Distance between Two Points.' It also seemed that nobody much wanted to talk about her. Her entire file including planet of origin was redacted, but there were still clues. He matched images of her in civilian to some of tribal members hundreds of years old - she was more than likely from a place named Jegsziv. A world that was also redacted, and did not appear on any map, anywhere unless you went back to a half-millennia old TaggeCo survey reporting a 'recovered colony' world named Dzeghsziv.

Mothma and others from Before the Empire led with keeping their mouths shut, and a circle of misdirection that made Ezra feel he was a supporting cast member in a clown show. To be fair, the New Republic did not leave him with the sweet taste of victory. If this was what the Old Republic was like, no wonder it fell. The New Republic just seemed to be the Empire in new clothes. The planets with fewer resources and further from Coruscant got the shaft while the richer systems cut the pie for themselves.

The Trident Fleet - the Eleventh, Seventh, and Third - held a huge section of the Outer Rim, Wild Space, and strategic parts of the Mid-Rim, having brought the Seswennas into the fold recently, and offering protection for resources. The Trident Fleet contained more than that from massive numbers of defectors. Two other fleets defected almost intact. The Sixth was primarily an engineering fleet, and the Twelfth an expeditionary and supply fleet. Other disaffected personnel made it to the Trident Fleet from every other fleet as well. Some even made it from the survivors of Death Squadron and the First Fleet - all but obliterated at Endor. From everything he could find, the Tridents ran their territories well, if with military efficiency.

He spoke with Zeb, Hera, and Kallus.

"You can't argue with someone on the other side of a closed blast door, Ezra, and all of the principal actors had their reasons for joining." Kallus would spend the rest of his life under house arrest, despite his defection and work for the Alliance after that. "A lot of them remember the CIS talking points being similar to what the Republic says now. They backed the GAR when it was them and wanted to go back to the old rules after everyone paid in blood to take out Dooku and Grevious."

Hera and the others watched him and Ezra reflected that everyone else had moved on, but he was still who he was when he left.

"Pyrondi... the Intel Committee has limited what I can say."

"Why?"

Kallus looked at his hands, then made a washing motion. "It's okay if we do it."

"Do what?" Ezra looked at his friends, angry. "When we do what? What have 'we' done that nobody talks about?"

He stormed out after evasive answers, went back to his room overlooking the Amnesty Lodging and went to bed. In the middle of his sleeping shift, Ezra woke up with a thought banging him in the frontal lobes.

Why do you have to wash your hands? Because they're dirty.

Kallus and Zeb were not there when he went back the next day.

#fic bit #ahsoka #ezra bridger #ISD chimaera #seventh fleet #pyrondi

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mafiacqt · 2 months ago

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tw drugs and death mentioned

yay! ok

tw : drugs and death mentioned

so to start out with basic things

he’s 4teen and transmasc

the baby thing with franny was a joke lol because he was adopted at 4teen by her (she’s 26 so i think that’s an okay age gap for mother and son)

he had been parentless from both of them ending their lives to drugs and addiction and living with his grandma for years. He’d have to help her do lots of things, like move around, eat, drink, and bathe

then, she had passed.

when he found her, there was nothing he could do but place her outside and hope someone else would find her because he didn’t want to get put in foster care.

so the grandma:

she was good, good friends with tony and he had heard of her passing

he knew about Ezra.

he knew that Ezra would be placed in foster care.

tony was silent for awhile, leaving ezra with the house and only himself living there, until unpaid bills stacked up, and eventually the authorities were in the house, busting down the door, guns up, only to find ezra, scared and alone in the house.

they placed him in foster care, where eventually nobody would take him due to his age

they did everything- knocked on doors, put up a website- but still, nothing.

until it got to Francesca.

with 2 kids already, she was juggling a lot, but her heart told her to just go and do it. adopt him.

so she did.

on his file it had stated that his biological gender was female, and he was too scared to tell franny he wasn’t a girl, so he rolled with it. he was used to it.

but then he finally trusted her enough to tell her. tell her everything about him. his past, his grandma, his old house- everything.

and now, he lives a better life than he has ever before. 🥹

i don’t know how 2 write lore so sorry if it’s bad

#the simpsons #springfield mafia #oc #franny #Francesca is a mother to three boys now woohoo

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stars-n-spice · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on S3 Ep09!

Went to Universal last week on Wednesday so I missed watching it this week, couldn't watch it until today and oh my god,,,

Ignorance really is bliss <3

It's slowly getting harder and harder to bring myself to watch the new episodes ahaha

Anyways, spoilers and my incoherent screaming under the cut!!!

So I was like a puddle on the floor the entire episode

Ventress spoke and I melted,,

I love her so much I'm so glad she's back and I hope she comes back PRETTY PLEASE

SO M COUNT WAS MIDICHLORIANS!!! I mean,, that much was obvious but we're one step closer to having answers!

Wrecker and Crosshair helping out the Pabu civilians :(

Also noticed how fucking,, big Wrecker looks compared to Crosshair,, aahhhhhaaaaa big,, big man, big guy,,

Crosshair being like, "We aren't going to hand her over" AAAAA he really is worse than Hunter,, fucking love him

Ventress just,, being able to find them so easily and get onto Pabu without anyone noticing makes me,, so nervous,, oh my god

WRECKER FOLDING HIS ARMS ACROSS HIS CHEST AFTER SEEING HUNTER AND CROSSHAIR HOLDING THE SAME POSE?!?!

WRECKER STEPPING UP AND PUTTING HIS HANDS ON OMEGA'S SHOULDERS WHEN VENTRESS MENTIONS FORCE WEILDING?!?

Wrecker just,, fucking doing ANYTHING?? I love him

Ventress is actually really tall-

tall,, tall woman

AND HER GAY ASS HAIRCUT OH MY GOD

"Clearly none of you are normal" LMAOOO

I was like,, "hey why don't they recognize her?? they were fighting in the same war???" and then Crosshair was like "I went through Tech's files" or whatever and :(((

Tech mention :((( I miss him more and more everyday

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT FIGHT SCENE?!?!?!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!

want that fight scene injected into my blood

SHE SLAPPED WRECKER?!?!

she kicked their asses oh my god

fuck I loved that

Meanwhile Omega's on a scavenger hunt

I felt like I was watching Karate Kid

Omega not knowing who/what she is :(( and wanting to figure it out and have answers :( MAN.

WRECKER CHEERING ON OMEGA WHILE SHE WAS TRAINING!! it was so sweet but also hilarious because it made me think of how Chopper and Zeb would MAKE FUN of Ezra while he was training (I love my space families)

Omega trying to convince them to trust Asajj,, fucking,, "I never gave up on you, didn't I?" SHUT THE FUCK UP :(((((

With every episode I love Crosshair more and more and it's fucking DAMNING as all hell because I will not be able to handle anything remotely bad happening to him at this point

fuckin,, something,,, about,,, Hunter,, on his back,,, legs spread with the,, lightsaber in his face,,, fuck,, fuck fuck

I'M TELLING YOU MAN I WAS A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE

WE MAYBE DIDN'T GET WET HAIR HUNTER BUT WE GOT WET HAIR ASAJJ AND I THINK THAT'S OBJECTIVELY BETTER!!!

Omega is just collecting like,, mentors/parents like Ezra,, I fucking love it,, she comes across adults who are like,, "fuck it. I'm adopting this kid" and Hunter's like "NO!"

Omega is just a teenager I love her so much - "Ventress is bad." - "Okay, but-"

WHY IS THERE ALWAYS A BIG MONSTER?!?!?!

RAAAAAAAH SO SHE IS FORCE SENSITIVE?!

look,, I feel like,, that training wasn't nearly enough to determine the right levels and honestly I'm still confused

ASAJJ YOU BETTER COME BACK

I was like begging for her to stay because I know shit is going to go down on Pabu and they could use her help :(

but also I'm selfish and want to see her more

"But I've got a few lives left" - RAAAAAAAHHH

Also Crosshair helping Omega and Asajj up onto the Maurader :((

I love Crosshair :((

The last two episodes have been relatively,,, calm? Like the calm before the storm and that makes me fucking TERRIFIED for this week's episode oh my god

#asajj ventress my queen #mwah mwah #COME BACK ALREADY I MISS YOU #sigh #SIGGHHH #anyways #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #asajj ventress

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worldofsaia · 4 months ago

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Born to die & cherry? Any dr you'd like to talk about ✨💛

now playing ; duvet by boa…

@ EVANGELION !

this one is curious for me, because I don't shift here very often, but I want to talk about it nevertheless. i hope my answers satisfy your curiosity!

⊹ 💫 BORN TO DIE — ✶ what’s the most reckless, daring thing you’ve done for love? was it worth it?

✶ if it's one reckless thing I've done as OLUESUN, it's breaking into a restricted EVA core data vault in vatican branch b—just to stop them from reassigning another pilot. all i had was a stolen clearance card and a text message confession i never sent. this is a memory though, not something that happened in real time while i was there.

i basically put my housing privileges, food rations, stipend, and status on the line. i got written up for “emotional volatility,” and my psychologist tried to give me anti-affectives that I didn't take. i lost access to off-hours net privileges for 6 weeks. my commanding officer told me i was “an idealist, not a soldier.”

i'm not sure if it was worth it. i didn't get the guy, but it taught me something as, before that, i had blind trust in a lot of things that, as a ch*ld combatant, always dreamed of. beautiful men and women, families, fairy tales. love is a form of mutiny in this reality/world, and i’d do it again. i don't think it was to get him back, but simply because someone needed to not go quietly.

i'll get into why it woke me up in this particular reality.

so, my “first love,” age 22, was ezra dreyfus, an israeli-french prodigy who got along with everyone, quite literally. he was known for calm sync ratios and unusually high empathy resonance, so we called him the oracle. we met during cross-academy drills in munich.

we did the sync feedback tether test, SFTT, like “soft,” that emulates near-death bonding. we hit a ratio over 72%, which you really don't hit with strangers, and as a result, that left me starry eyed, latent psychic feedback flashing over my eyes—a memory of his mom's death channeled through my mind.

he apologized for that, and even though I didn't understand why he was apologizing, that's how it started. he was incredibly sweet, kind and well, while he was a pessimistic with a drinking habit and shaking hands, he never let anyone put themselves down for what they couldn't control. i could see us on the same team forever. but a month later, he got reassigned to japan without warning or explanation.

i used my supervisor's ID to hack into a biometric clearance terminal, having memorized her login string over several weeks—i doubt it's the same now, but using your kid's name in LEET speak isn't… clever.

when I found ezra's file, i was genuinely shocked—they put “over-empathic co-dependency with fellow pilot (adeniran, o.)” and “potential future instability under pressure.”

never once did he mention how much he struggled to be as kind as he was, and i think I cried in uniform on that occasion only, because all i could remember of him was his stymied kindness. i felt safer in his mind than i ever did in my own, and that would've only ended badly for us.

i printed the report and kept it in my boot. to this day it's in my coat pocket.

⊹ 🍒 CHERRY — ✶ if you could describe your sex life, what would it be? romantic, wild, forbidden?

✶ this one is… well. the military shenanigans here are almost the same in my eva dr, but a lot richer, considering the advanced technology that synca nervous systems together for dual/group EVA combat. sometimes you can mesh with someone so hard that you can't tell who's who for a second—much like shinji and kaworu (I keep calling him adam for reasons :x) anyways, imagine that, but behind blackout sheets and after trauma drills.

my first experience was around 19, with a superior officer, after a particularly traumatic drill. at some point the relationship blew up, and I got reported, my superior was transferred to another chapter, but the emotional fallout with my dorm squad was kinda huge.

since then, my sex life became very transactional and coping based, or like, currency? in a sense? someone always owes someone “something.” I don't think I feel that way about anyone but ezra, and he's gone.

anyways, in my long stint as a pilot, I've had a small body count. 3 guys, 2 women, 1 nonbinary. none of whom lasted longer than a few weeks. it's usually after failed tests, violent episodes, pilot funerals.

i remember MAIKA in particular, a really lovely girl who still serves my chapter. we hooked up after a failed angel repulsion test. we had 13 hours of isolation together in a damp underground decontamination cell. it started with a joke. turned into a hug. then hours of soft, compulsive, slow, terrifying closeness. neither of us talked about it afterward.

i mean, i want love in this reality, i have love in other realities, but for esun, what she gets is emotional shrapnel, and she gives more than she gets. she’ll hold people, listen, let them cry mid-sex—but the second she tries to open up, most shut down. It’s asymmetrical intimacy.

one guy from the ICARUS COHORT in lisbon, actually lied about our compatibility to get close to me—he wanted “the experience” of being with an a-ranked pilot. i found out when he mocked me after a mission—apparently i come alive like an angel core when i'm in bed.

didn't report him, but he got benched three weeks later for some tactical error. i never saw him again.

#unsunderedsaia #shifting ask game #asked and answered #shifting asks #shiftblr #shifting community

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zalrb · 6 months ago

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PLL 2x17 Review - As Per Anon Request

Needed a little break but I'm back.

My IG kept showing me clips of Ali being mean to Hanna. It always knows what I'm watching.

"Shutting you out is killing me." WHY?

"Now that we know that it wasn't Lucas", you all need to be stopped, I swear.

"He passed out. A six pack and some weed will do that to you." Oh the 2010s, when we treated weed like it was crack.

"They were in her bedroom the night she was murdered." Okay. But that doesn't actually PROVE anything.

From what year did they get Dean, sorry, Toby's truck.

Emily can't even say that Spencer is in the shower? Girl, you ARE the weakest link. With your trying-to-emote face.

I like how when a boy respects boundaries on TV land it means he's gay.

Caleb's hair isn't giving Damon today, it's giving Emo Jeremy

and Emo Jeremy was somehow better. Jesus Christ.

Emily's eyebrows are eyebrowing a lot this episode.

Did they just stuff a pillow under Hanna's shirt for the flashbacks or what.

"Ali, someone trashed your porch." We can see that.

Lol, Hanna is going to end up standing Mona up.

Is Jenna going to appear from the bathroom stall, all creepy and shit?

Yes.

Toby has a near-death accident before Aria does. Is she even a Liar?

Wren is the only doctor in this hospital.

"Don't talk about her. Don't mention her." In the flattest fucking voice.

"Whatever you imagined is not nearly as bad as it really is." Hanna, why would you say that.

"Hey, I can protect you."

"I can protect you" with that little step. oh my god, this show does not know how to build a ship. he's not even touching her.

where is the

*throws up hands*

Even their arguing here. "What the hell, I spent hours on that!" It should really be about how she's in danger and he doesn't like it, he doesn't like her snooping around something that can get her hurt, not just anger that he doesn't know what's going on. Because here, he just looks like an asshole.

Jenna, why are you a grown ass woman?

See, and this whole Emily telling Toby about Wren thing, if you're going to go there then go there, let Toby see her kiss Wren (obviously he shouldn't be kissing her, she's a minor), like Liz was committed, man, she pretended to have sex with Kyle,

made sure Max saw her in bed with him

because she had to do something to make him stop pursuing her even though she didn't want to,

and it was devastating.

This show is not serious.

OH dear GOD, is this the rain kiss?

Leave it up to Ezra to let a student who's probably 18 inspire him to be a predator with his 16 year old girlfriend because of a story written in an intro to creative writing class or whatever he teaches.

He is a serial killer

Can we get to the rain kiss already? This is long.

"I'm just saying, I may have broken my left arm but my right arm is fine" oooooooh badass Toby.

She didn't ditch Mona!

Who is Jenna talking to?

How long have you been sitting there Aria?

L M A O. The way he says "Aria?" in that tone is SO funny. If there was a mood, his voice ruined it.

What an underwhelming rain kiss. I'm sorry but rain kisses, like IN the rain have to be done in a certain way so as to not call attention to the fact that it's only being done for the aesthetic. I swear to GOD, Scira just owns TV rain kisses.

no one surpasses them (and YES that includes Naley)

*rolls eyes* OBVIOUSLY it was important, that's why I kept a copy of the files. Caleb, you're such a passive asshole.

Considering that Spencer and Hanna are the best actresses out of the four of them, their showdown over Spencer lying to her and jeopardizing Caleb's life should be good. Like, good for this show.

Oh no. Toby left. That's soooooo sad.

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tam-ezrac · 2 years ago

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[The City is located on the Moon: An Addendum]

Hello! It's your resident neighborhood Idiot, Did you ever want to possess some extra knowledge that won’t be relevant for atleast another decade?? No?

Damn, too bad You never had a choice, get [DATA EXPUNGED]

This post is an Unofficial follow up to Reddit(ew) user u/Evening_Giraffe_2744: "The City is located on the Moon" theory. Which posits the aforementioned title being true(no duh)

This post will work under the presumption that said theory is true and will provide additional information related to it(I sound so repetitive).

If you HAVEN'T read the post yet or need a refresher, go do that, else you'll be lost, and for everyone else, let's hop into this pit!

Alright so this post will (try) to answer 2 questions:

1-Where is the City (specifically) located?

2-What is the Great Lake(and any other detail I can fit in)

Alright, starting with the first one, please {LOOK AT THESE 3 PHOTOGRAPHES}:

Alrighty, the first two are pretty self explanatory, the one in red(left) is found within [LIMBUS COMPANY], both within the files and the downloading screen. And the second image(right) comes from Distortion Detective's very own Ezra!(it is very crudely drawn)

As for big old number 3? Well she's named Mare Imbrium and it's where the City located obviously! Don't believe me? Well watch this!:

As we can see in these 2 pictures, which I super imposed upon n'3, they fit decently well(and when I mean they, I mean the left one(sorry not sorry Ezra)) the only caveat being that both of them had to be flipped, tho I can definitely see it as a intentional choice on PM's part.(Plus it makes a bit more sense in the second question of this essay)

As a fun little bonus I'll even add the size of of Imbrium and by extension the City here(just don't expect this to be correct):

With a Diameter of 1145km(and assuming a circle)

We get a Circumference of ~3597.12km

Or an Area of ~1,029,677km2

If we want to find Volume(km3) we would need height(5km deep and 7km high cause of mountains) which gives us 12km of height

Add these into a calculator for a cylinder and we get a Volume of ~12,356,119.53km3

(The Diameter, Depth and Mountain Heights were take straight from Wikipedia.)

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember, somewhere, where it was mentioned by PM that the City should be either as big as Colombia or Bolivia, both of which fall very close to the Area(km2) that I have calculated, so unless this is confirmation bias, please correct me if I'm wrong.

Now onto question numero Zwei! What is the Great Lake??

It's Oceanus Procellarum, like, it's not even a contest, PM would have to actively blind themselves not to make it O.P. Like, do you see the size that lad?? Do ya know how big it is? If you combined all the Mares on this image you would arrive at around ~4,4 million km2 which is 2.3 million short of how big O.P is, with a whopping 6.6 million km2 it is twice as big as India, needless to say, it is chunky.

Tl,dr; [The City on the Moon] theory as alot more ground(or sea) to stand on then you can even begin to fathom.

Fun facts:

1-Mare can be directly translated from Latin to English as [Sea].

2-Imbrium translates into [Rain] making it's full name [Sea of Showers].

3-there is a Mare called [Mare Cognitum] that is located above Mares Humorum and Nubium.

4-the reason why I didn't show my math for the rest of the Mares and O.P is because I simply repeated the same thing as when I calculated Mare Imbrium.

Afterword: Hello, hello, it's your lovable idiot here, sorry I haven't been uploading my art recently, I've been trying to figure out how to use Spine(the program and my normal one)+binged the first 3 novels of [Dungeon Dive: Aim for the Deepest Level] needless to say its fuking goooood, highly rec. My next NON-art related thing will probs be smt along the lines of [Re:conceptualizing LoR and LCB Systems] so, uh, stay turned for that? Apart from that, have a wonderful day!

#limbus company #project moon #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #lore #I'm gonna piss on the Moon #too much math #essay #writing #theory

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zia-zee-bee · 9 months ago

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Walking Home

CW: kidnapping, hypnosis

“I’m just saying, Mr. Lyles has no concept of the subject he’s supposed to be teaching,” Ezra says with a large wave on the air. Eden just snorts, her thumbs under her backpack straps. “If we’re supposed to pass this exam, we need to actually be taught the material! This is the third time he’s ranted about how his wife hates him, no one cares!”

“Well, to be far the other students are feeding into his delusions,” Eden points out, her dark eyebrows raised. “If I hear Connor or David talk about how they totally understand what Mr. Lyles is going through one more time I’ll throw up. I’m so serious.”

Ezra huffs a laugh, and bumps his shoulder with his twin’s. “At least we know they’ll fail for sure,” He says. “But we might get good scores.”

“I miss busy work, those are always easy A’s for me,” Eden mutters, reaching a hand to adjust one of her hair buns. “Our books are good sources, right? So if we study using only those we’ll be fine.”

They turn a corner and Ezra pulls out his phone. “Dad says I need to get by four if I want to do an internship today,” He notes drily.

Eden checks the time over his shoulder. “We have plenty of time,” She replies with a warm smile. “Just don’t destroy another file of work and Dad will keep letting you in his company.”

Ezra lets out a betrayed squawk of indignation. “It was one time like, a year ago!” He exclaims, throwing his arms up. Eden giggles and he slaps her shoulders, pouting playfully at himself. “I should push you into running traffic.”

“But you’d die too,” Eden says with a grin, earning a confused look from her brother. She makes witch fingers at him. “Twin magic works again, Ezzy!”

Ezra rolls his eyes, then catches sight of something over Eden’s shoulder. He frowns in suspicion, before blinking as surprise barely has time to filter across his face, and soon his eyes are flutter. He staggers, causing Eden to start asking if her was okay, before the boy collapses against the sidewalk. Eden screams, kneeling down next to him and shaking his shoulder.

“Ezra? Ezra, wake up!” Eden cries out, opening her phone and scrolling through his contacts. “Don’t worry, I’m going to call someone!”

She called their mom, and it immediately went to voicemail. But before she could hang up and try again, someone spoke right in her ear. “Drop the phone.” And she did. It clattered to the ground, Eden frozen in a kneeling position with her arm still out like she was holding it, her eyes wide and staring in the distance, mouth agape.

A girl her age sat in front of her, grinning sharp teeth. “Who are you?” Eden questions, her voice shaky. She couldn’t move her body.

“Your new favorite person,” The girl coos, still grinning, moving to grab Ezra by his arm.

“No! Don’t touch him!” Eden cries out, lunging forward and pushing the girl away, shielding her brother’s body with hers. A car drove by, making Eden grit her teeth, eyes wide with fear.

The girl cups Eden’s face with both hands, turning her head to look at her. “Don’t fight me,” She murmurs, causing Eden to stifle a gasp as her eyes widened more. “We’re going to go home and you’re going to be my new thrall. How does that sound?”

What the actual fuck is she talking about? Eden thought. “No, who are you?” She exclaims, moving to pull her face from the girl’s hands.

But nails dug into her skin and she froze, the girl’s eyes flashing red. “Relax,” She murmurs, eyes abnormally wide and red. “You want to follow me, and you want to listen to me forever.”

Eden felt her body relax, eyes glazing over. A delirious little smile spreads over her face. “R..right..” She mumbles. “For… forever..”

She giggles sleepily and the girl nods, gently pulling the backpack from Eden’s body. She does the same to Ezra, leaving the two bags on the sidewalk as she grabs Ezra and heaves him over her shoulder using one arm. Then she links her other arm with Eden’s and starts walking into an alleyway, Eden stumbling next to her. “Oh you’ll just love my mansion,” The red-eyed girl gushes, her teeth sharp and eyes glittering. “You’ll have all the toys you’ll ever want, and all the food you’d need.”

“That’s.. ni..nice..” Eden mumbles. Ezra was completely knocked out over the girl’s shoulder, eyes shut and body limp.

“And I’ll get to bathe and dress you up like my own life sized dolls!” The girl continues giddily. “Isn’t that just so nice?” Eden dumbly nods, unsure what she was agreeing too. “My name’s Miss Lara.”

That sends a cold wave over Eden’s body, causing her brow to furrow. But one glance from the ruby eyed girl and a wave of pleasure replaced it, making Eden sigh dazedly. She was sure wherever Miss Lara was bringing them would be amazing.

And if someone started yelling Eden and Ezra’s names from the sidewalk an hour later, finding the abandoned bags and phone, the twins were too far away and far too delirious to hear.

Part 1 >>>

#vampire enthrallment #vampires #creative writing #whump writing #vampirism #hypnosis whump #the v/h records #the story of eden & ezra #eden allison #ezra allison #twins #identical twins #yayyyyy

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