#( ☆═─ verse ─ pre series. )

[lighthousepigeons]

Person: If you had 10 chocolate pieces, and someone asks for two, how many do you have left?

Amara: 8

Dante: 10

Morana: 10

Tristan: 10

Person: Say somebody takes two by force? How many do you have then?

Amara: 8

Dante: 8

Morana: 10 and a dead body.

Tristan: 10 and 2 dead bodies.

Morana: Why two?

Tristan: I'm hiding yours.

Morana: Awww *kisses his cheek* Thank you.

[unicornondeck]

From (x) @fxckin-blackbeard

He was pleased at having the upper hand, pleased enough to jest about the situation. However, he was aware it would drive him to eagerly strike in return. He knew Edward would fight back furiously as he often did. It was a sentiment that Izzy shared. Neither of them liked losing and it was prevalent in the way they sparred with one another. Opting to also take it seriously.

Even though he blocked him as furiously as he attacked, he could feel himself slowly getting overwhelmed by said ferocity. Despite that, he furrowed his brows as he fought on. He kept a hold of his blade when he let go of his own, not anticipating the punch he was about to throw. Izzy should have, he should have. He felt Edward's hand hit his jaw, knocking him back towards the deck of the ship. His sword was still kept up in defense, giving a glare in return. Immediately ready to engage further.

"Lucky shot. You won't fucking get me next time."

[tophsazulas]

https://www.tumblr.com/hydesjackiespuddinpop/730834283067015168?source=share

Hiya, Poorni ❤️! Prompt 7 for Red and Eric? (You can set it within a fic or come up with a random plot. 😊)

March 1960

"Wah!" Eric cries in Red's arms. Red sighs, "Shh, it's alright. I'm here." He doesn't know how to handle this. When Laurie was a baby, Red would hold her and she'd immediately stop crying. But with Eric, it was different.

Red sighs, "Not the first time this happened when I held a baby." He looks down at the little boy in his arms. Eric was trying to do a lip buzz, letting out as much air as he can.

Eric lets out a giggle, making Red smile. "What it is?" Eric giggles again and points to the ground. A tiny red bunny toy was on the ground. "You want the toy?" Eric giggles and nods. Red crouches down and places the toy in his lap. He smiles when his son begins to play with it.

Kitty, who peeked in a few minutes back, smiles seeing Red taking care of their son. He was such a natural at this. Only a matter of time that he'll want another. She thinks.

[safyresky]

I am so ?????????

Finally watched the episode! UM. What in the fuck??? What?? The fuck??? Um???? I cannot really put into words the feeling I am having but I have a great emoji for it! 🤨🤨🤨

That's the vibe, lads.

So the Council. Ho boy. WOW. Allow me to just go OFF for a moment here :) :) :)

THEY CANNOT INTERFERE? THEY WILL NOT INTERFERE? HELLO?????

THE SAME COUNCIL THAT WAS SO KIND AND SUPPORTIVE TO SANTA DURING TSC2.

WITH THE TOOTH FAIRY WHO GAVE HIM A LIFT BACK NORTH.

MOTHER NATURE LITERALLY MARRYING SCOTT AND CAROL AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT.

OFFERING TO HELP SANTA MAKE UP THE DIFFERENCE WHEN THEY WERE BEHIND OR WHATEVER IN TSC2

THE COUNCIL THAT WAS LIKE "NO YOU CAN'T STOP BEING SANTA UR SO GOOD AT IT!"

THE SAME COUNCIL THAT CHARLIE WAS ABLE TO CALL UP ON CHRISTMAS EVEN FOR SOME EXTRA HELP? NO QUESTIONS ASKED>?

WOULD NOT HELP THE ELVES WITH MAD SANTA????

SO LA BEFANA, WHO WAS APPARENTLY ALSO A LEGENDARY FIGURE TOO (which is giving age old fanfics vibes lmao, not sure that's a good thing???? more at 10) HAD TO DO A ROBBERY? BECAUSE THEY WOULDN'T HELP?? BECAUSE THEY APPARENTLY CAN'T INTERFERE?????

WHEN THEY DO INTERFERE A LOT? SEE: THE ENTIRETY OF TSC3 WHERE THEY HAVE A MEETING BC OF SOME CARDBOARD STANDEES AND BAD WEATHER????? AND YOU ARE TELLING ME. THAT THEY WILL NOT INTERFERE WITH:

MAD SANTA ATTACKING THE POLE

EASTER BUNNY BEING TURNED INTO A BUNNY AND THEN A LEMON

EASTER BUNNY'S BASKET BEING STOLEN

EASTER BUNNY BEING KIDNAPPED

CRAZY AMOUNTS OF SANTA MAGIC ALL UNACCOUNTED FOR IN THE R E A L WORLD?????

SANDMAN MAGIC BEING USED ON SANDMAN?

BILLIONS OF SNOW GLOBES FILLED WITH CHRISTMAS MAGIC POPPING INTO THE REAL WORLD AND BEING GIFTED TO HUMANS?

THE WHOLE SIMON THING LAST SEASON?????

THEY WOULD NOT INTERFERE??? WHAT IN THE FUCK!!!!! It's funny, because like. When I was rage fic-ing post S1, I was thinking that the Council, given Scott being...SCOTT, had stopped talking to him as much bc tscs!Scott sucks so bad!! He 100% would've made comments that deffs did not sit well with ANY of the other Council Members, I mean, look at how he treated Cupid and Sandy! I'd hate to be on THAT Council during Covid, YIKES.

But like. GOD. @lmelodie you were SO RIGHT about Council stans being pissed bc I am MAD PISSED. ALSO, JUST LEARNT THAT I AM APPARENTLY A V BIG COUNCIL STAN!! (Checks out I suppose given my fic writing and reading habits, lol).

It's just so MADDENING and INFURIATING and SADDENING, IT'S ACTUALLY REALLY REALLY SAD TO SEE THAT T H I S IS HOW THEY'RE REACTING TO NOT BEING ABLE TO GET ALL THE COUNCIL MEMBERS BACK. Like, GOD, if you're unable to properly use them in the story JUST DON'T USE THEM AT ALL. I am once again REJOICING that the Millers have been left untouched, thank GOD for that!

AND ANOTHER THING (took a kitchen cleaning break and got all annoyed about loopholes). IF RESIGNING AS A LEGENDARY FIGURE ALLOWS YOUR POWERS TO WORK ON OTHERS, WHY WOULD THEY THREATEN JACK WITH THAT IN THE THIRD MOVIE? WOULDN'T YOU WANT HIM TO KEEP HIS TITLE SO THAT HIS POWERS WOULDN'T WORK ON THE REST OF YOU, INCLUDING SANTA?!?!?!?!?! THIS SHIT DOESN'T LINE UP! IT DOESN'T! LINE! UP! MY GOD! THIS SERIES IS MY VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY! THIS SERIES IS WHY PEOPLE NEED TO STOP REBOOTING OLD THINGS! 80% OF THE TIME IT'S A MISS! THAT'S TOO MUCH RISK! TOO MUCH!! AH!

I THINK I'M DONE YELLING ABOUT THE COUNCIL. PROBABLY NOT TBH. BUT FOR NOW I'LL CALL IT. GOD, I MEAN, I KNEW WHEN WE LEARNT WE'D BE SEEING SOME OF THEM THEY WOULD NOT MAKE IT OUT UNSCATHED BUT DAMN! DAMN! MORE RETCONNING LORE! DAMN!

eurhgjrbewhfnujqncwje nsdjk. GOD I'm EXHAUSTED. My brain itches. I was thinking of lobotomys today. I wonder why (/sarcasm)

(it was bc of a shitty patron at work but this just adds to the freudian slips)

UGH. Ick. Yuck. Moving on (impossible for me but we're gonna TRY!)

Elves vs Gnomes

So. The backstory thing. I just. It's cool lore but it leaves more questions than answers and just makes things SO CONFUSING. AS A DISCLAIMER: GO OFF BETTY, WE LOVE TO SEE HER BEING A BADASS. BETTY! HELL YEAH! WE HERE AT SAFYRESKY INDUSTRIES LOVE TO SEE BETTY THRIVING!

Now for the wank. From a LORE PERSPECTIVE. EURGH.

They drop that Mad Santa was a good Santa until he thought everyone was ungrateful and implemented coal and became buds with the gnomes, who apparently ran the coal mines. The gnomes get in his head and prey on his paranoia. Paranoia of WHAT. I've not done a second watch and I don't think I will because I don't actually want a lobotomy despite them being on my mind today a little too much tbh, so maybe i missed that bit, but like, come ON. We can do better in terms of giving antagonists a believable descent into villainy! GOD!

And the trap scene, that was so needlessly drawn out. They should have held him in the trap, Betty revealed her badass self, had Magnus taunt and THEN boom, Befana ALREADY THERE, and she nutcrackers his ass.

Also, calling it NOW. Not ONLY will Sandy un-nutcracker Cal, but she's deffs gonna re-nutcracker Magnus. I bet it'll be like a reversal spell or something lmao

BUT YEAH the lore for the elves around Mad Santa's reign is not quite hitting with me, I gotta say! I am not a fan of it and every time I see it (Betty and Noel aside bc they of course SHINE) it leaves me very :\. It just. Doesn't seem to hit? Or really work? It's just so convoluted to me and goes against everything they said NOT JUST in the movies but LAST SEASON AND ALSO IN INTERVIEWS ABOUT THE SERIES BEFORE TI CAME OUT! It's infuriating y'all. GOD. "A war we didn't see coming" wow, the gnomes and Pyros sure do have something in common, eh? 🤔🤔

Cal and Sandra

God, I love them. They're so funny. Cal is like destroying his room and Sandy is like BRO what the FUCK and HELPS HIM HUNT DOWN THE VEST WITH SANTA MAGIC!! USING HER BEFANA TRAINING! AND THEN HE HELPS HER MAKE UP WITH BEFANA! By lying, of course, so he can go be stupid and heroic and GET NUTCRACKER'D (they nutcrackered my boy ): BUT I LOVE THE WAY THEY SUPPORT EACH OTHER

And the almost hug that turned into punches, lol. That's so Toph coded. We love to see it!

We DON'T love to see Cal DOING THAT! THOUGH! I DID LOVE HIS SCENE WITH KRIS. I'm really hoping, given that he and Cal got duct tapped together and he knows Cal's been nutcrackered, that they give him more of a role, you know? Honestly, it'd be neat if they made Kris the next Santa! I think he'd fit the bill quite well! And then Cal could have his odd job montage and, you know, cross guard and sail on a cruise ship and such. I am VERY intrigued with this pairing, as an aside. Kris and Cal? There's potential. They're gonna fuck it up I'm sure, but we have some DANK POTENTIAL HERE

Sandra and Befana

I'M SO GLAD THEY CHATTED! I am still v much like Sandra did NOTHING wrong and Befana overacted, but I'm glad they talked. Interesting stuff about the magic taking a tole/consequences. Mad Santa really do be out here messing up the balance of things huh? And Mother Nature WON'T intervene. GOD. I know it's bc they probz couldn't get the rest of the ALIVE actors back but like. THEN WHY EVEN USE SOME OF THEM? YEESH. ANYWAY

I'm excited to see how Sandy and Befana manning home base goes! I'm glad they talked and hopefully they can un-lemon EB and just be general badasses around the Workshop, lol.

BUT YEAH. OVER ALL. ARGH. I AM ONCE AGAIN SEEING POTENTIAL, BUT KNOWING THAT IT WON'T BE REACHED IS ACTUALLY LIKE. DEVASTATING.

ALSO. I HATE THAT I WAS RIGHT ABOUT MAD SANTA GETTING TO THE POLE IN EPISODE 6. ARGH

[krakensmaw]

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ @pyratezlife / izzy.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 ? 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 ? if any poor sod manages to suss that out, there ought to be a fucking parade. a curving mouth broke through the hard lines of his face. it couldn't be called a grin, per se, with those teeth bared and still slick with the blood of this evening's raid ; stark white bespattered with crimson. " oh, iz ... i know you are. " low and gruff, that tone was a medley of arrogance and gratification. perhaps affection churns within their MURKY DEPTHS, but it's an erratic thing. a wild beast lies beneath the surface.

palms rose to a pale throat and squeezed, shoved. he heard the thunk of izzy's head against the wall and pressed the advantage. distance closed, hands relinquishing their hold to find purchase within unwashed strands. " i want you to tell me what you'll think of later, alone in your cot. " was it CRUEL? the press of their body, the goading tilt of his hips? of course ( of course he wanted him ).

[countlessrealities]

Discussed starter for @helluvaxhazbin - Blitzo & Loona

Almost all the people who had had the chance to get to know him decently through his life would say that this was one of his worst choices ever. And Blitzo's list of awful choice was shockingly long. He wouldn't have even needed to ask their opinion, he could picture the voices inside his head as clear as the day.

How he was not fit to be a parent. How he could hardly take care of himself. How this would end in a disaster because he couldn't handle his own shit, let along a child. How he would end up neglecting or abandoning or alienating them as he had done with all the other people in his life.

They were sentences he had heard before, even if not in that specific context, from former friends, estranged family, ex-lovers. He knew that he had screwed up a lot, even if he still refused to admit it out loud for Pandemonia to hear it.

However, things were different now. He had gotten his life together, or at least gathered all the fundamental pieces of it. He had a plan to put them back together, properly and following his own rules this time. And what better start there could be for his new life if not the one thing he had never really had? A good family. Even if it meant being a single parent.

When he had seen her, in one of the cells of the Hellhound Adoption Foundation, he had known that he had made the right decision and that all the hardship that would follow would be worth it.

She was an outcast, scorned and rejected and underestimated, just like him. He could see that her anger and roughness were born out of pain, as a defence mechanism. He had sworn to himself that, sooner or later, he would have managed to get past those walls and proved to her that she could trust him. And that she would have had the boundless support no one had ever given him.

And there they were, at the front desk with the Hellhound who had shown him the kids and a terrifyingly high pile of paperwork. Hell's bureaucracy was a real nightmare, but at least you knew that, once you had gone through it, no one would ever come to bother you about it. The forms were either stashed away and forgotten or thrown into the trash most of the time.

When the employee excused herself to go print the official adoption certificate, Blitzo turned to address the girl, Loona, directly. He had tried already, but she had just growled moodily at him. Perhaps, now that they were alone and away from prying eyes, she would be less reluctant to converse.

"So, as I'm sure you've gathered already, I'm your brand new dad. My name is Blitz...and if you hear someone sayin' Blitzo, ignore them," he started, offering what he hoped was his best welcoming, paternal expression. Not that he had any idea of what that was supposed to look like. "Yeah, I changed my fuckin' name some time ago, so now the 'o' is silent."

But she wouldn't have cared much about that, would she?

"Anyway! You're gonna love our place. I furnished your room...but you can decorate it however you want. I'm buildin' up my own company, I need to figure out a few details, but...eventually it will take off and it could be our family business!"

He shot the hellhound a grin that was supposed to be bright and reassuring, but it turned out to be a little too toothy. Well, sue him, he was nervous.

"Soooooo...Are you excited? At least about ditchin' this shithole?"

[icemde]

@halphcs asked : [ comforting hug ] a hug given to someone to comfort them

TOO MUCH. IT WAS ALL FAR TOO MUCH. he was normally good at hiding how overwhelming the guild could be, but today was just too much. he had snapped at cana of all people and was now hiding somewhere else in the guild. a part of him knows that she wasn't going to be mad at him, but the shame of it settled deep within his gut. he pulled his knees close to his chest as he pushed himself deeper behind the bar, hoping none of the other kids would be able to find him.

AT THE SOUND OF FEET DROPPING RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM, GRAY MADE HIMSELF SMALLER. the ice mage knew his hiding spot wasn't going to last, but he was hoping it would last longer. not even glancing up, a muffled 'go away cana' could be barely heard before a familiar tsk came as a reply. glancing up, gray found himself freeze at mira of all people squatting down in front of him with a concerned look in her eyes.

❝ mira, what-

THE WORDS CUT OFF AS HE WAS PULLED INTO THE SHE-DEVIL'S ARMS. gray remained silent as mira shifted their positions so they were both sitting behind the bar, hidden from the other kids, arms wrapped around him in a protective manner and her hand messing with the hairs on the back of his neck. with a shaky breath, gray let himself lean into the comforting hold, burying his face once again in his knees but letting the protection of the devil keep him hidden, just until it wasn't all too much.

[viikingwitch]

DIANA ( @touchedbydestiny ) SAID : i don't want to see you hurt.

PROMPTS FOR PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO LET ANYONE CARE ABOUT THEM

               “Diana – “ Frantically, she wipes the tears off her face as she pushes herself up from the floor. There is little she can do about how furiously red her eyes ( or the handprint on her cheek, which burn reminds her of her weakness ) are but she will not cry. Cannot cry. Not in front of the younger witch. “I have not realized you were back already.” Otherwise she would have cleaned up, put the walls back up. Freya would do anything to protect her cousin – who she has come to see as a sister – and that includes protecting her from the truth about how bad her mother truly is.

               Her siblings are cursed and so is Diana. That leaves Freya to provide the power and the firstborns her aunt desires; a heavy burden but one she must bear for them both. It’s better than letting Dahlia’s attention turn towards her daughter.

               “I am alright. Next time, I will not fail.” Freya wills herself to smile. “How was the market?”

[vanilleneo]

Neo's feet kicked lightly back and forth, seated upon her perch as she was. Overlooking the city streets beneath her, watching for anyone who should spark her interest. Roman was off, busy with meeting some so-and-so who wanted questionable work done. She'd chosen to stay behind -- she wasn't exactly much good for discussions, not when they weren't likely to turn violent. So the afternoon was hers to spend as she saw fit.

Which meant that she would find someone interesting and tail them for a bit. The one she wound up choosing was a Faunus ( not that she targeted them for that reason alone -- she wasn't a monster ) wearing a rather eye-catching set of robes. Outfits like that usually meant a figure of some level of importance, at least to her mind. Some level of importance usually translated into carrying something worth taking.

So, dropping down from her ledge to the street below, Neo began the careful act of changing form into a passerby, tailing her chosen mark through the crowded Mistali streets.

@allbains for FENNEC ALBAIN || ♥

[missallanea-archive]

@storiedhistories: 💋 [Gabe for Nathalie because I hate myself]

This was why she didn't drink.

Perhaps if she kept repeating that like a mantra, she could blame all of her poor decisions on the burn of alchohol at the back of her throat, and not on her despicable heart pounding against her ribcage. Two glasses of red wine were not enough to make her act so foolish, however, and she was perfectly lucid as she pulled Gabriel down to her level, pressed her lips to his own.

He stirred her on, his hands tracing along the seams of her formalwear, up and over her hips to take a firm hold on her waist. They'd pretend it hadn't happened in the morning. They would never talk about it. God, Emilie, forgive her -- she truly was reprehensible, how easily she parted her lips for this man without half a thought toward her dearest friend.

send ‘💋’ for a kiss from my muse

[ladyintree]

@scatcrccio sent for a comforting starter.

This isn't the first time Taissa has picked Nat up after some blow up with Travis;   it's only the first time she's brought her to her house,    the one place that felt sacred,   private,   an escape from her past  ----   but allowing someone from that past in it seemed to shatter that safety.   But that was far from her mind right now,   because all that mattered was that Natalie was in trouble,    and getting her away from Travis was her first priority.   

She doesn't actually know the kind of man Travis has become since rescue  ---   all she knows is that this isn't the first time she's seen Nat this upset about something that's happened between them,   and that's all she needs to know to make her own assumptions about the guy and their relationship.  

 ❝  Got you some clothes,  if you want them,  ❞    she says,  dropping the hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants next to her on the couch for whenever she wants them.   She reaches for the two cups of tea before her,   handing one to Nat before sitting next to her on the couch.   There's a soft look on her features that has been so rare,   turned colder over the years,   but in this moment,   it's easy to give to Nat.   Too often,   she's blamed Nat for the choices she's made that got her into some kind of mess Tai thougth she had to clean up ---  but this time,   she's not blaming her,   she's not judging her for making a choice Tai doesn't agree with.   Her blame is on Travis,   regardless of what happened,   because all she cares about is that Nat is hurt.

❝  What happened this time,  Nat?  ❞    She puts her hand against the back of the couch,   and in a brief moment of hesitance,  she slides it over,   resting it gently on Nat's arm for comfort.   She questions it,   the touch feels like a distant memory,  but it also feels necessary,   a reminder that Nat isn't alone no matter how she felt when she first called Tai to begin with.  

[tophsazulas]

Prompt: Having a sister close to their own age is great, because they always have their best friend with them and sometimes their biggest annoyance. (By @agirlnamedjana)

Rated: G

Characters: Tina Pinciotti, Donna Pinciotti

March 12, 1967; 7:35 AM

"Doonnnnnaaaaaaa..." Donna grumbled, opening her eyes to see her sister Tina staring right at her. Always the early bird.

“Teens, it’s 7:30 in the morning.” Donna groaned. She didn’t get how Tina could be able to get up so early. Especially on a Sunday morning.

Tina sighed, "Mom and dad are fighting again and Valerie is busy doing her ‘cool girl’ stuff. Which means you have to hang out with me.” She gave a pout so big that it made Donna groan. Having a sister close to their own age is great, because they always have their best friend with them and sometimes their biggest annoyance.

Donna sighed, "Fine. What you do what to do?" Tina squealed, "Tea party! Tea party!" That made the tiny redhead sigh. "Okay." Who was she to say no to that adorable face?

Tina jumped up and down, "Yay! Yay! Yay! Thank you Donna! Best sister ever!" That earned a faint chuckle from Donna. Okay maybe having a little sister isn’t the worst.

[fleurladari]

[CONT.]

Not quite ready, it seemed. He sat at the table, watching her play with little tools and scraps that he had lying around. It was...interesting to watch, to say the least. Most her age--what was she, still 6? Nearly 7?--would not have the intuition to make anything out of what she was given. Perhaps they would bang them together for a few seconds, maybe get a piece to fit, before ultimately getting bored and moving onto something else.

This made it at least easier for him. Easier in some ways, more problematic in others. He could think of ways this could prove aggravating. To be able to take apart a lock was one step to being able to unlock the doors in the labs.

He would hope that a child had a limit, but he was a child once as well...He knew well that given the possibility, one could figure it out. Evidence was enough with other 'child prodigies.' Not just himself.

Still, he wouldn't deter it too much, after all he did want her to be comfortable. It made it easier for her to trust him. While she was conscious, they weren't doing anything terrible to her. They were treating her well.

All a guise, a gilded cage...but that gilded cage was oh so important to keep and to build. Eventually those walls would have no way to slip out, even when the paint began to peel.

" silva. "

He hummed, an immediate response, however minimal, when amber eyes shifted to look at him, then back down at the pieces. What was she even building? There was intention behind it, but he couldn't...quite tell yet, perhaps she didn't even know yet.

" what are you making? "

He leaned just a little closer, he'd learned going behind her had a higher chance of startling her. Really, like a skittish fletchinder, he could see that she took on more than just being raised by them. He waited patiently as she fiddled a little more, averting her gaze, not looking.

" mmh. "

A moment longer, he relaxed a little more, less formal. He had learned very quickly that talking too much just caused her to ignore him completely. They were working on the revival of a friend for her to be around as well. Not including the klefki that would be with her soon...

" 'm makin' a puzzle. "

Puzzle. He tilted his head--physical gestures, more acted out yet with meaning. Those helped as well. Though he was rather puzzled himself, at how what she was making was that. He looked down a little more, squinting his eyes. Watching as she shuffled then clicked a part on the side, there was a moment, before it lit up. Silva then reached for a little steel ball and dropped it in, then she held it up to him to take.

Ah. He saw now.

Rather gently, he took it in his hands, it was really a simple one, a maze. Get the steel ball out of the maze. Though rather than the maze walls being stationary, they would occasionally move, shift and turn. A changing maze. It was cute. It only took about a minute for him to get the ball out, but he could certainly see it causing most to be puzzled.

" wonderful. "

He murmured, before setting it back down in front of her. It was certainly a way to occupy her, he would let Xerosic and Celosia know. Both would need to know ways to deal with her when they were in the labs. Far away from the 'comfort' of the outside, he wanted to make so that she liked the labs, perhaps more than anywhere else. As unlikely as that was.

" how about...i help you make the next one, hm? "

Lysandre waited, watching her twist it around--win faster than him--then turn to look up at him. Eyes so curious yet so...he couldn't put his finger on it, it was hard to tell what she was thinking. It was to the point that he was sure that she might get up and walk away--she had done it a couple of times before--but instead she got up...then walked over and plopped down right back onto his lap.

Well. Seemed she accepted his offer.

[graunblida]

john wick prompts   //   accepting  @aigonakru​ sent: i can do this! please! ( from Aden 🥺)

       head snaps in the direction of the boy. “ you are not ready. ” words are even, firm and clipped. if only she believed them. of course, the statement is said with confidence and conviction --- it has to be for aden’s sake. the truth is, he is prepared. no more or less than she was during her conclave. but still she feels...UNSETTLED. in many ways, the nightbloods almost feel like her children family. the commander wishes to protect them with every fiber in her being. “ you and the other novitiates are the future of our people. there will be other opportunities for you to utilize your training. ” they know next to nothing about their new visitors. only the location of their base and approximate numbers. and the report of technology and weapons unlike their own.  it would be too risky to involve the nightbloods. leksa gives him a wry smile and tries to imagine herself at that age. it’s eerie how much of herself she sees in aden. “ we are not meant to fight every battle and there is no shame in that. ”

[countlessrealities]

@evilmcg sent: "Um I'm sorry. What did you say?" for Evil Morty (devoted girlfriend verse for their first meeting on earth)

Morty doesn't turn to look at her when the girl directs his attention to him. He just keeps tidying up his locker, movements almost robotics. His expression is completely blank, and his amber eyes look almost dull. As if he wasn't fully connected to the reality that surrounds him.

He was there while the girl was being tormented by her bullies. He didn't look, didn't react, didn't move a finger. Not even when they had pushed her into the locker right next to his own. She looks vaguely familiar, which means that she's probably in his class, but that's just a vague notion in the back of his mind.

He doesn't know her name, doesn't care. Just as he doesn't care about what happens to her or to anyone else.

"I-I said don't waste your energy feeling bad for what they do or say to you," he repeats in a tone that is as emotionless as the rest of him. "A-At the end of the day, what they do and say don't matter. T-They don't matter. Nothing and no one does."

With that, he softly closes his locker, picks up his bag and walks away, without sparing a single glance at her. In his mind, she's already forgotten, as if he expects to never see her again. And, for what he knows, that might just as well happen.

After all, while he hadn't lied with his statement, he hasn't been fully truthful either. Infinite realities means that everything is possible, so it all loses its sense and value in the general picture. But in Morty's world, there is one thing that he can't push down into the oblivion of meaningless.

The one he hates with all himself. The one he still can't live without. God. Parasite. Creator. Tormentor. His whole universe. His endless nightmare.

Rick.

[starlsssankt]

@noblehcart / *

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, before Aleksander moved closer to her. One glance, that was all he'd give the would-be villain. The would-be murderer. Yes, the blood may metaphorically stain his hands now, but it was a necessary kill. A death that he would commit a thousand times over if it mean she was safe.

❝ You don't have to thank me, Luda, ❞ he whispered, seeking to pull her to him. It was the way of this world--kill, or be killed. And he loved her for her soft heart, but he knew that fragility could end up getting her killed.

❝ I would cut down any who would seek to harm you. You never have to thank me for that. ❞