me: i'm fine
the tender voice of lestat de lioncourt, separated from the love of his life for decades with no idea where he is or how to find him, turning on a reel in my head since 3 o'clock this morning: mon cher are you ill what's happened to you mon cher are you ill what's happened to you mon cher are you
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I NEVER POSTED ARTI?
Arti gets a good ending where she has three kids and a wife and she's just happy because damnit she deserves it. Still could definitely snap a bitch in half if motivated though.
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“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.” for the prince and knight duo ❤️
-- @whumperofworlds
Hello friend! Thank you for the ask!! You get a fun little whumpy drabble lol
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“Don’t you touch him,” Darius snarled. “If you hurt a single hair on his head…”
He stood in front of Mianu, sword raised, using his entire body to shield Mianu’s form. Mianu was huddled as far into the corner of the tiny, dismal room as he could possibly go. He was curled in on himself, clutching at the wound in his side, his other arm lying limp on the ground. His own magic betrayed him, shadows pulsing around his bad arm. His breathing was ragged. Shallow. His face was pale. And Darius didn’t want to think about all the other injuries he had sustained.
All that damage, all because Darius hadn’t been fast enough.
But he was here now. And he wasn’t going to let anything happen to Mianu again.
The enemy soldier sneered. Their own sword was held casually at their side, tip down, practically touching the cold stone floor. An easy threat… and a sign that they were far from intimidated.
“A little late for that, don’t you think?” they drawled.
Darius bristled with fury. His own sword leveled out, pointing right at his adversary’s heart.
“Walk away,” he hissed. “Right now. Or I will ensure that everything you did to him will be unleashed on you. Tenfold.”
The enemy only smirked. “Cute. But let’s try this: you stand aside, and allow our dear young prince to follow orders. Or I could run you through, toss you aside, and make him follow orders.”
Mianu winced. A soft cry, a pitiful hiss, passed his lips. Darius had never felt such hatred.
“Over my dead body,” Darius snarled.
The soldier laughed. “Alright. I’m flexible.”
And their sword flashed as they lunged right for Darius. Darius was only too eager to meet the challenge. Whatever happened to him didn’t matter. As long as it meant Mianu got out without any further harm.
It was his duty as a knight. And his honor as Mianu’s love.
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MC really do be like a week old and contaminated by a whole ass Starellon, coping by rizzing up a trash can and maladaptive daydreaming scenarios that make hotel staff quit their jobs on sight
An inspiration, truly
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Lee Jihye watched me and grabbed the Cut Medicine like she was frustrated. "Give it to me. You can't apply it to your back."
Lee Jihye placed the Cut Medicine on my wounds.
"Be gentle. I might die if you press hard against it."
"Don't be a crybaby. By the way, were you this small?"
"My muscle mass was just reduced a bit."
"Your shoulders look similar to mine?"
My pride was hurt so I took back the Cut Medicine. No, I tried to take it back but failed. It was because Lee Jihye was more powerful than me.
He's so tiny and weak without his stats. 😭
Jihye even has to set up his tent for him. 😭😭
He's ABSOLUTELY FUCKED if he runs into an angry Joonghyuk.
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