#broken thron

[ao3feed-nanago]

A rose is not without it's throns for proctect it's beauty

by Apple_worm87 Hey, so I deleted my old account forgetting I have a whole story I'm working on but luckily it's all saved so I remade an account and will continue posting it with this one. Onto the summary: One day Yuuji helps a broken boy and in doing so, makes a friend for life. But when his friend leaves Yuuji is left alone until they are to meet again. Except this time the boy will make sure Yuuji is never gone from him again and he has a lovely King who is there to ensure that. or Past Yuuji sets future Yuuji up to be taken in by a possessive prince and his king and live as their perfect pampered pet. Words: 4024, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Kugisaki Nobara, Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Soft Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, M/M/M, Possessive Fushiguro Megumi, Possessive Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Protective Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Four-Armed Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Megumi is a masochist, Dom/sub Undertones, Sukuna is a a pleasure dom for yuuji, But only becuase megumi likes pain with his pleasure, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is Whipped, Sukuna is obssesed with them, Itadori Yuuji is a Little Shit, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fushiguro Megumi is Bad at Feelings, yuuji is a himbo, Pushing the yuuji is a himbo agenda, unless it involves helping people then hes smarter, Itadori Yuuji is a Good Cook, Fushiguro Megumi is Whipped, Itadori Yuuji is Whipped, Their all whipped, Switch Yuuji, bottom megumi, Top Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Switch Fushiguro Megumi, Megumi is a prince, in everyway, Megumi is spoiled via https://ift.tt/HZkoRv8

[differentnighttale]

Who am I ?

A poem by my character:Princess Emeralda Armaylis

Who am I ? Is the question I ask everyday as I look at my face, Is this who I am crafted to be, The object of desire, The epitome of innocence, The object to the praised, To be wanted ,to be acquired. Green with envy. The girl people wanted to be Who was she ? A girl with strange interests hidden. With lies so sweet, A girl. Who didn't know herself, The girl in the mirror with her sweet ,delicate face with brilliant blue eyes like the sea in the morning, Who am I ? The uncompleted  jigsaw puzzle out of place, The broken vase,the broken mirror, The girl filled with pain. A childhood so distorted, A girl not pure as anyone thought, Tainted ,bruised and used, Discarded. A punching bag, The isolated one, The witch, The demon, Witch. The seductress,  The siren. But she was only a child Who am I ? The girl who smiled,grinned and laughed and  under a porcelain mask of pain. That what I asked when I stared at the mirror. The girl with many masks and faces My delicate, unscared  hands but deep down I was. Filled with scars. Alone. It was all my fault. Drowned in a river of sorrow. Swallowed throns. Tied down by the weight of sins. Unable to breathe by the condemnation. Covered in blood and tears. Walked in a river of glass. Who am I? The cursed one. I looked at my arms,slender and untamed. The dark ugly scars twined abd runed from within, My heart. My cold black heart. The weight of guilt.

Bound by riches.

Living roses,

Of pure light.

The tamer of storms,

Cultivator of plants.

Springs epitome,

The pastel girl,

The unblemished one. Disgrace Perfect Perfect  Disgrace Perfect Loved  hated Loved Praised Die Live forever Then I'll force a smile and grinned to the world, The biggest and the fakest. Who am I? A person you shouldn't wish to be.

[miridicalwriting]

Crescent rings reflected on her iris; she expressed how much she loved reading the poems written for her by that one unknown stranger-friend. He appeared in her mind all over the places; in the characters she read or in the dreamscapes that she paints. //fresh roses-گلاب// broken throns// she received her first bouquet of flowers with fresh roses free of throns & a note that says // I tell the stars about you//میں ستاروں کو تمہارے بارے میں بتاتا ہوں

Guess who is back during exam season

[thestarwarslesbian]

The Guard aren’t alright (3)

Scar: And why are you here? Bail: I'm looking for Commander Fox. Scar: Well, he's not here at the moment. Bail: Then where is he? Scar: He has a meeting with the chan- Thron, dragging in a half unconcious Fox: SCAR! Get Scalpel in here! Scalpel: Get his helemt off his head. What injuries does he have? Thorn: Broken arm, bruised rim and I noticed Blood coming out from under his helemt. Scar, standing in front Bail so he can't see: I'm going to have to ask you to leave senator. Bail: But- Scar, already closing the door: I'll get him to com you and your wife when he wakes up. Scar, back against the door: You just had to go date a senator and his wife, Ori'vod.

[thelastranger]

Thorn meets Little Jesper

Thorn's in one of the halls, drinking (not as much as he usually does though) and generally being Thorn. He's sticking to the edges of the room, away from everyone when he sees a small shadow peel away from the wall.

The small boy- he must only be 8 or 9- sneaks up behind the large group of rowdy men and starts rustling through their coin purses and satchels.

Now, orphans are a dime a dozen in Hallasholm, but usually they are taken in by relatives or friends. This boy doesn't look like he has anyone really looking out for him (his eyes are too haunted for that) and Thorn can relate to the feeling of being alone.

Thorn watches as the young boy grabs some coins and slices of jerky from one of the bags and heads back to the shadows. For the first time in a long time, Thron doesn't feel (as much anyway) the urge to drink another cup. He's no snitch (the men aren't his friends either) but Thorn does feel the need to help the boy.

The little boy looks up when Thorn comes over to the corner and Thorn realizes that he'd seen the waif around before. The boy doesn't say anything but shoots Thorn a suspicious look before accepting Thorn's presence. They settle into a silence that gets broken once the men stop their drinking and start rummaging around for payment.

Eyes turn to the corner once people realize they've been stolen from and Thorn quickly takes the blame. Is it believable? No but the men accept it all too easily. They are ready for retribution and the air growd tense.

Thorn scoops up the little boy and hightails it out of there before the knives get broken out. There's no real place for Thorn to go and he'd bet that the kid doesn't have a place to go either.

So Thorn and the kid- who'd quietly murmured "Jesper" when Thorn ask his name- stumble around before the idea of finding Karina pops into his head. Now, as much as Thorn would love to avoid Karina, she would be the best bet on taking care of this kid and preventing the men from coming after them some more.

However great this idea is, Thorn is still semi-drunk and can't give directions to save his life and Jesper has no idea who Karina is, so they stumble around in the cold dark before they both literally trip over Karina's doorstep and Thorn collapses from being overwhelmed.

Karina hears a noise and open her front door to see Thorn out cold and a young boy looking up at her plaintatively.

[ao3feed-jjk]

A rose is not without it's throns for proctect it's beauty

by Apple_worm87 Hey, so I deleted my old account forgetting I have a whole story I'm working on but luckily it's all saved so I remade an account and will continue posting it with this one. Onto the summary: One day Yuuji helps a broken boy and in doing so, makes a friend for life. But when his friend leaves Yuuji is left alone until they are to meet again. Except this time the boy will make sure Yuuji is never gone from him again and he has a lovely King who is there to ensure that. or Past Yuuji sets future Yuuji up to be taken in by a possessive prince and his king and live as their perfect pampered pet. Words: 4024, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Kugisaki Nobara, Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Soft Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, M/M/M, Possessive Fushiguro Megumi, Possessive Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Protective Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji is a Ray of Sunshine, Four-Armed Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Megumi is a masochist, Dom/sub Undertones, Sukuna is a a pleasure dom for yuuji, But only becuase megumi likes pain with his pleasure, Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna is Whipped, Sukuna is obssesed with them, Itadori Yuuji is a Little Shit, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fushiguro Megumi is Bad at Feelings, yuuji is a himbo, Pushing the yuuji is a himbo agenda, unless it involves helping people then hes smarter, Itadori Yuuji is a Good Cook, Fushiguro Megumi is Whipped, Itadori Yuuji is Whipped, Their all whipped, Switch Yuuji, bottom megumi, Top Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna, Switch Fushiguro Megumi, Megumi is a prince, in everyway, Megumi is spoiled via https://ift.tt/RzM5FIY

[stagnantmako]

🔪 😏

they've settled into a rhythm now.

reno leads, nero follows. he does not test boundaries, nor the strength of the leash that reno holds on him. no, theirs is a symbiotic relationship. one built upon a mutual understanding that their lives are not their own, and in times like this, it is best to simply bow your head and take orders.

it was really only a matter of time before it all went wrong. before nero, overwhelmed and overtired, finally snapped like a toddler throwing a tantrum... or a starving animal desperate to be fed.

the filthy berobed men have been following them for some time. distantly, of course. too far out for the turk to spot, but just on the periphery of nero's awareness. the wrongness in their bodies is a thron pressing against his mind, digging deeper as each shuffling step brings them closer.

they hurt him. their belabored breathing. the parts of them that reach, longingly, for the thing in the north.

enough trust has been built that when reno finally lays down to sleep, nero is not locked in his restraints. perhaps a mistake, or acceptance that if nero wanted to hurt him there was nothing that could stop him. but in the weak light of dawn, nero's bedroll is empty.

it doesn't take long to find the carnage. blood splashed trees, bent and broken. torn black robes, a head staring sightlessly up at the sky.

nero stands in the center of it all, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand - ignoring the twisting of his guts as his body tries to settle, affirming that whatever was inside of them is no longer inside of him. a few corpses radiate that dark aura, and there's sick on the ground near to him. evidentially, attempting to absorb jenova is going going to work as they'd hope.

his fingers leave a bloody smear across his cheek, but no part of him isn't bloody,

they're pulp. the idea of people. torn apart by a wild animal, desperate to feed without ever touching his lips to flesh. their death sustains him, settles the ache in his soul. he does not want this rotten flesh, these putrid souls are free to return to their monsterous master.

the snap of a twig draws nero's attention. for a moment he is a wild thing, head snapping and body moving, drunk on the thrill of the kill - in an instant he is across the clearing, hand gripping reno's throat and slamming him against the tree. his breath comes out in pants, eyes wild with bloodlust. there is a glee in there, a life that nero does not usually possess.

but as he recognizes his handler, he pulls back. his grip drops.

"my apologies," nero says smothly. "I had thought there were more of them."

whatever they were - threat or not - they're nothing now. nero is no worse for wear, if anything, he seems stronger than what he was.

and one thing is all too appearant.

when the sable finally tugs, that leash reno holds will snap.

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

I’m on cloud nine.

I don’t have an icloud file named “nine”.

The goal is to die with memories, not dreams.

The goal is to die.

The goal is not dying until you achieved what you wish to.

Of course you’re happy you’re everyone’s favourite.

I am?

You are.

I am!

Time flies when you have fun.

I didn’t have fun with you.

I certainly did with you.

Why are you so obsessed with reading?

I could be a drug addict, do you realize how lucky you are?

Just a heads up, someone would be here for dinner.

Oh, when?

Tonight.

Well why didn’t you tell me sooner so i can prepare?

I’m afraid you may say no.

You have any idea?

Yes, it’s gonna work like a charm. Or destroy the human kind.

A broken lightbulb?

A lightbulb that is overloaded with electrical current and explodes.

Everything’s coming up roses!

Are you throwing rose at our enemies?

WATCH FOR THE THRONS.

THOSE ARE PRICKLES.

WHATEVER IT STINGS.

Why you’re not at the adults’ table with the other geniuses?

I have you two at here.

I believe there was subtext.

Was i correct to infer there was subtext there?

HOLLA.

……

You’re supposed to say holla back.

I ain’t no holla back girl.

I’m planning to burn down your house.

You are joking.

I better be.

You are a true role model.

Pick again.

But you are.

No.

I have a crush on you.

No.

What do you mean-

No.

[perplexia]

sometimes

i wish

i could wake up

and realise

everything has just been

a bad dream

and

i am somewhere

where i am loved,

where i am heard

where i am understood

not a place where i don't have to face any hardships

but rather

a place

a people

that give me

the strength

to overcome

even the harshest hardships

& now

for the first time in my life

i am thinking that maybe

there is a chance, however small

that

i am

not broken

& there is nothing

inherently wrong with me

(poison a flower does not blossom)

i see my reflection

only shattered in the mirror

i punched it to pieces before i got a good look

i was taught to hate

i was taught to clench my fist

i was taught to hate

the person within

before i even got a chance to get to know them

who they are

who

i am

a lighthouse

in the middle of a storm

you want me to cheer up

and look past the dark clouds

and the thunder and lightning

and waves crashing against me

you want me to hold on

even though there's nothing

to hold on to

nothing behind those dense, dark clouds

no glimmer of hope

no ray of sunshine

no holy light that will save me

save for the light that

i am shining

i am glowing from within

i am my own beacon

i had to be

from the moment they set fire to my body

and said the flames are ugly

my soul burns

with a fiery passion

despite everything

i am choosing love

i am choosing life

in the clenching jaws of adversity

i am choosing love

i am choosing life

my heart bleeds for the world

my bones are made of barbed wire

i am clenching the throns

of a rose in my fist

proclaiming my love

to the world

[rjalker]

my keyboard i broken.

if your cifi character don't ear eatbelt and contantly get thron around the control room they hould have padded floor and all and full body padding epecially helmet.

[lilyharvord]

I love red queen Netflix

Hahaha thanks (: It took my a five actual hours to edit it, (mostly because I did it first with gifs, and it looked terrible so I had to redo it). I’ll get glass sword done at someone point and then work my way through the whole thing. I need a break from the edit business tho, there’s a reason I only write fanfiction. XD

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Must be this tall to Hunt| Boba Fett (tcw age so like 13/14)

Couldnt find a good teen boba gif, so heres bosk instead

Warnings: fake blame,

Reader: female

"You are expelled from the order-"

"What!?" Y/n shouted looking up at the council, "I did nothing! Master Plo! Reason with them!"

"I am sorry little one, I-"

Y/n was heart broken, looking up at the surrounding Jedi, this couldn't be true.

"Master Obi-Wan!" Y/n pleaded.

"Your attachments grow," Windu spoke, "and with them your anger."

"My anger?! My anger?!" Y/n shouted at him.

"Little one please." Plo pleaded, "I have brought a witness."

"You!?" Y/n argued, "Master I demand an answer! Why! Why would you- You out of all People!-"

She watched Anakin walk in guilt ridden on his face, "You!? Anakin! You!?"

He kept quiet as Fives walked in, her world stopping.

"Y-Your lieing!" She shouted, "Fives?! Not you! I trust you and you do this!?"

"Arc Trooper Fives." Windu spoke, " what have you seen Padawan Y/n do?"

Fives looked at her, "I. Saw Genral Y/n with a clone trooper,"

"Im with troopers everyday!" Y/n defended.

"What was Padawan Y/n doing with this clone trooper."

"...intercourse sir." Fives responded.

"Thats Obsurded Fives! And you know it!" Y/n argued, "You're my brothers- Why in gods name would I fuck any of you!"

"Y/n! That is enough!" Plo argued.

"You believe this crap!? You're suppose to have MY back!" Y/n demanded, "I'd have your back no matter what! And you turn on me!"

"Are there any other witnesses?" Fisto spoke.

"Yes." Windu spoke, "bring them in."

Y/n watched, her brothers, the wolf pack, Commandos and even some from the Corosaunt Gaurd walk in, and they strung there string of lies and they strung them high and low, entagled the lies beyond untanglement.

"Padawan L/n is to be expelled from the Order and that is our final verdict."

The platform she was on went downward, the clone troopers who had made there testimonies were gathered at the bottom, a path for her to go through.

"Y/n-" Wolfee spoke reaching out a hand.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted in anger pushing past the clones.

"It had to be done." Commander Thron spoke quietly.

The others nodded.

"Damn it!" Fives shouted running out the room and rushing down the halls, after the light echoing of Y/n's angered footsteps.

She pushed the doors open and just walking out them she stopped, hearing Five's steps behind her.

"General. It had to be done-"

"What!? The lies! The string of lies you built! Why!? Why would you do this to me?!" Y/n argued looking back at the clone.

"We wanted to protect you-"

"Bullshit Fives! Bullshit! I love all of you! All of you!" Y/n shouted, screaming so loud it was sure to be heard all the way down to the lower level.

"Y/n listen!-' he grabbed her shoulders trying to plead with her but she pushed him away ingiting one side of her double sided saber as Fives quickly backed up.

"Touch me again and I'll kill you." She spoke.

"I don't even deserve death. I know- I-" Fives tried to explained, "We wanted to protect you-"

"Then you should of had my back!"

The bright blade turned off and she turned around leaving without a second thought.

"Hey! Wake up!" Boba argued.

Y/n turned her self around as she opened her eyes, "what do you want Fett."

"Rations idiot." He spoke as Y/n sat up, the girl only a year older than Bobba.

She was thrown a rations bar by the boy as they were in a hotel room, she had been sleeping on the couch.

"How much longer we waitin?" She asked taking a crunch out of the bar.

"An hour, I told you that the how much longer last time you woke up." He argued looking through the window.

Y/n kept quiet as she ate her food, it bland and bleak in both tast and color.

Bobba took an arm chair by the window as he ate his own rations. It was silent for a long mintue.

"Did. You have that nightmare again?" He asked.

Y/n looked over at him, "when do I not?"

Boba ate a peice of his own ration bar, he never knew what the nightmare was about, but knew it was the same one, on repeat.

He had the same.

"You, uh. Wanna talk about it?"

She looked his way, then looked away quickly, only able to see the faces of her brothers.

"No." She replied coldy tossing the barely eaten ration bar on the table, her appetite gone, "I'm gonna go scope the roof, don't wait up for me."

She walked towards the door, grabbing the sniper on the way out.

"I'll come with you. Incase someone tries to get you from behind."

"I don't need someone to have my back." Y/n argued.

"Well then Im coming because I want to!"

He pushed past Y/n as she scoffed, following him close behind as they walked towards the steps, somewhere along the way Y/n hacked into a vending Machine, Boba going up the stairs himself, stealing whatever she pleased putting it in her sling bag, enough for her only.

"Sharing is what?" Y/n questioned Woflee

"An opportunity for someoen to get there arm chopped off, it's my food." Wolfee told her.

Y/n sighed, how she hated her own little life lessons to her brothers, and stole more food, enough for both Boba and her, and a little extra.

Walking up the rest of the steps she made it to the door she kicked open with the bottom of her foot.

"Could you try and be quiet?" He seethed.

"I mean. I could. But no." Y/n responded walking towards the edge where Boba sat on a near by utiliy unit.

She sat down setting her back infront of her as she laid herself on her side her back to Boba the lights of the bright city below barely reaching the top of the tall hotel they sat on.

"You want one?"

Boba looked over seeing Y/n holding up a soda.

"Where did you get that?"

"Stole it."

Rolling his eyes he walked over to her snatching the bottle and sitting himself by her head.

"Hey hey. Fives calm your tits." Y/n laughed.

Boba stayed silent as he looked at her, she too busy looking out and onward, but feeling the stare she looked besides her.

"Oh." Y/n realized, "My bad Fett."

Boba stayed silent, as Y/n took a drink of her own soda, he had realized she had become more sympathetic with her apology.

"You wanna talk about it now?" Boba questioned.

Y/n sighed, answering in silence for a mintue, "My only family betrayed me. Strung a String of lies to supposedly keep me safe. I think about it all the time. We use to find these abaonded places and sit up on the roofs like this, we'd sing, start a bonfire, get drunk."

"Your as old as me." Fett argued.

Y/n shrugged, "war does that, you only live once Fett."

"Then why are you still worrying about it?" Boba defended.

"Why do you still worry about the things you worry about?" Y/n questioned, "but I was kicked out of my group, my name stripped of me, and instead of having my back, they had me cast out. Happy Now?"

It was silent again, the hearing of honking and swearving down below could be heard.

"I lost my dad to the Jedi."

Y/n stopped mid way lifting her drink to her lips but then contuined to drink then pull away.

"They tend to do that..." Y/n responded, "they expect you to follow every rule every word, there no better than the sith."

"You know alot of jedi and sith."

Y/n looked at him once, "It was when you father died did I stop really believing in the Jedi-"

"You knew my father?! You're a jedi-"

"Shut your trap and listen before you get rowdy you damn idiot!' Y/n argued Boba gritting his teeth, "I met Jango Fett when I went on a small assignment, my first one, with Master Shakk Ti- it was basically playing paper boy. I remember delivering work to your father...alot of people were mean to me, he. He never was, always said thank you, always asked me if I had eaten. He even watched me leave on the ship back to Master Plo Koon. So when I went througy reports and found him dead I was in shock, later to find out a Jedi did it. I started to loose faith. Why kill a man lookin out for him and his child, sure capture him- but taking family...I know how that feels and no one should go through it."

Y/n took a drink finishing her bottle and tossing it over edge, "so. I fought. And I fought and I fought. If i couldnt save Jango, I'd save what was left of him- the clones- my brothers. They share the same face but are diffrent than any could imagine. I spoke, I wrote, I pleaded, I trainned. It never was enough, and it was my 'emotion' that got the better of me. Pssh. Yeah right the Jedi can piss off because if they want to see emotion? I'll give it to them."

Boba listened, he had nevee seen Y/n before hand, maybe he had and just didnt remember, he never knew someone could share his pain. Neverless with the same person.

"Windu will pay." Boba seethed, "and your a jedi! You can help me."

"I will go head to head to him, I don't plant bombs." Y/n defended.

"We can take him! Two on one!" Boba tried to persuade, "you know his fighting style! I know guns! You know sabers! We take his head and anyone else that stands in our way!"

Y/n looked at him dully.

"Come on! How many bounty hunters have you single handedly taken on! And killed! How many sith have you injured! Jedi that chase after us! Without your laser swords! We can kill him! Together!" Boba explained standing up, Y/n move to sit up, "We're the left behind! We are the strongest! Because we were left behind! We round up a few others! Bane! Sing! Bosk! And there's always someone paying for a Jedi's head!"

Y/n stood up grabbing hee sniper rifle as she did and looked at her watch.

"It can be a sniper shot! A saber battle! Whatever you want! As long as he die and Im involed I don't care how!" Bobba argued.

Y/n looked down below aiming her sniper adjusting the scope.

"My father would do the same for you-"

He was cut off by a bullet shot and soon the sounds of crying folks who see a man just drop dead on the street, the target they had been waiting for dead. She pulled away from her weapon slowly, turning her head towards him.

"I'll do it.-" Y/n agreed

"No." Boba spoke, "We'll do it. Together. For everything the jedi took from us!"

Y/n looked at the outreached hand as she took it.

"Together."

"As One Unit."

"As One Unit." Y/n responded, "well one and a half"

"Im not that short." Boba argued.

"Shorter than me." Y/n chuckled.

[perfectpixierp]

Nyx had to look at the cover  one more time, just to make sure He wasn’t misreading. It had been Weeks maybe months since all hell had broken loose in Halloween Town. The Wedding of the Century was cancelled due to a missing groom. However the biggest talk of the town was the Missing persons Report for Sadie. It turned Nyx’s stomach every day seeing the posters, she couldn’t have been gone. How did Sadie of all people get caught up in all this shit was beyond him. He snuck the magazine in him pocket and made his away home. walking over the his brother he shook his head “Thron, you need to see this shit. The shit they’re saying about her.” He voice was shaky “There is no way in hell she chose him...Not after the shit he has put her through” 

@swornbylove​

[misteria247]

The car ride to your mother's felt like it happened in the blink of an eye by the time you pulled up into the driveway. The familiar house that you'd grown up in stood proudly in front of you as you parked your car. Elliott sat quietly in the backseat, his big green eyes focused on the house with a somewhat blank stare. Turning a bit to face your son you gave him a small look, concerned.

"Are you alright little one?"

You asked softly. Elliott blinked and looked away from the house to look at you.

"I'm okay Mama."

Elliott said his gaze flickering back to the house. You gave him a long searching look, opening your mouth to say something else when you heard your mother's voice calling out from the doorway.

"(Y/N)! Elliott! You're finally here! Do hop out of the car and come inside! I've just finished making a jug of sweet tea for you two!"

Your mother's voice chirped happily. You sighed softly and let it drop, planning on talking to your son later. As soon as Elliott heard your mother's voice he began to bounce in his booster seat, eyes sparkling with happiness. You couldn't help but chuckle softly as you got out of the car and went to let your son out. As soon as he was set free and on the ground he bolted towards your mother, his face bright.

"Grandma! Grandma!"

Elliott shouted in childish delight. Your mother laughed bending down to catch your son in her arms. The older woman held him tightly and hugged him.

"Oh my goodness it's my favorite grandson!"

Your mother cooed earning a giggle from Elliot. You followed up behind him standing before your mother and son, a soft affectionate smile on your face.

"I'm your only grandson grandma!"

Elliott chirped happily. You mother smiled pretending to look surprised.

"Oh that's right! But that doesn't mean you aren't my favorite!"

Your mother said lovingly before kissing his chubby cheek earning a squeal of delight from the child. Your mother let go of Elliott shortly after and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Hey sweetheart, how have you been?"

Your mother asked you softly, her eyes holding a mother like worry in them.

"I've been good. A bit stressed but I'll live. It's good to see you mom."

You said softly with a smile. Your mother smiled back at you before letting you go and leading you and Elliott into the house. You couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia hit you as you stepped inside the old house. The house was just the same as when you'd left it with your small son Elliott when you'd finally found a place to live for the two of you. Elliott was quick to go running deeper into the house, wanting to play and explore the place despite being here several times before. You and your mother laughed at the boy's enthusiasm before heading towards the kitchen to sit down and chat for awhile with each other. A good talk with your mother was a good way to forget the phantom pain of remembering and missing him.

~~~~~

Elliott ran further into his grandmother's home, being careful not to appear too excited to leave you and his grandmother alone while he explored the house for the billionth time in a row. As he heard the sounds of you and your mother's footsteps heading towards the kitchen area to have your chatting time, the small boy slowed his pace and quietly made his way towards the stairs that lead to the basement. With a somewhat hesitant hand Elliott opened the door and crept down the stairs towards the darkness below. The basement was dark and musty smelling as he descended down the rickety old stairs, his heart pounding in his small chest. Elliott knew that he shouldn't be down here alone, as the basement was incredibly old and needed desperate attention in the cleaning area. However he believed that the possible punishment for being caught would be worth it in the end, if what he'd been told was true.

The boy continued onwards trying to remember what he was supposed to be looking for. Finally he hit the bottom stair and stepped onto the ground floor. Bright green eyes scanned the darkness of the place, looking for something that might be out of place. After searching for a moment or two and finding nothing out of the ordinary Elliott couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat.

"So he lied....."

The child muttered in a somewhat shaky and frustrated voice. He'd broken the rules for nothing. Elliott sunk to the ground not caring about getting his clothes dirty as frustrated tears started to sting in his eyes. He should have known better than to try and look for something that didn't exist, but he couldn't help but hope that perhaps this person was actually helping him in a way. Elliott sniffled wiping his cheeks angrily. He felt betrayed and incredibly hurt by the lies that his supposed friend told him.

'Mama always said to be careful....'

Elliott's conscience whispered making him wilt at the thought of you. Elliott honestly wouldn't have been down here in this smelly basement if it wasn't for you, his precious mother. The child hiccuped as his frustration boiled up. His friend was a liar and because of that you were going to be upset with him and possibly hurting. The thought of your face filling with that hint of sadness made Elliott's heart twist. He hated the thought of you being sad, he hated the sight of your tears. He maybe six but he wasn't stupid, in fact he was a rather clever child for his age.

'Not clever enough to not listen to a dream....'

The thought whispered nastily making him flinch. The dream that introduced him to his strange friend. The dream that allowed him to talk to his friend, the strange creature in the mirror. The friend who was a liar.

'Go to the basement at your grandmother's house Elliott. You'll find the answers that you seek there.'

The voice echoed in the back of his mind, the high pitched tone ringing in his ears. Elliott shook his head angrily as more tears started to spill down his pale cheeks. He didn't know what to do or what to look for, he'd only wanted to help you be happy and he couldn't even do that much. Instead he ended up listening to a weird creature that didn't even exist and it was a fruitless attempt.

"I'm sorry Mama...."

He whimpered softly. Elliott buried his face into his knees and finally gave into his tears and his overwhelming feeling of disappointment. He had only wanted to see you smile a real smile, from the moment he could understand things he had noticed that you always seemed saddened by something. Your smiles seemed dull and your eyes held pain whenever you would look at him. He could still remember how he'd heard sobbing coming from your bedroom at night when you believed him asleep, making him want to cry with you. It was around this time that he'd started getting the dreams and when he'd met his friend. Every night he'd find himself in a place unfamiliar yet familiar all at once, a large mirror always facing him with the shadowed figure of his friend speaking to him. And each night was filled with conversation and other things, which at the time made perfect sense to him. But now sitting in the dark basement alone covered in dust and dirt and dried tears did Elliott realize how stupid it was. The child rubbed his eyes again, trying to get rid of his tears before standing up slowly. He knew that as soon as you saw him you'd scold him for coming down here without an adult.

Elliott sucked in a shaky breath and brushed himself off before making his way back towards the stairs. As the boy went to step onto the first stair a sudden small light caught his eye. Turning towards the light Elliott narrowed his eyes to see what it was before a cloud of confusion covered him. Sitting on the wall on the far side of the basement was a mirror. Elliott stared at it, a sudden ray of hope bursting inside him. Could it be....? The small child didn't hesitate as he turned from the basement stairs and made his way towards the strange shining mirror. Once he made it he stood in front of it with a curious gaze, unsure of what he should do.

Was this the thing his friend was talking about? Was his friend actually telling him the truth?

Before he could ponder these questions the six year old felt something perk up deep inside himself. An ancient pull leading him and calling out to him as he stepped closer to the mirror.

'Come closer.....'

Elliott stepped even closer the once unsure feeling disappearing as he gazed into it.

'Come.....come to me......child of the throns and man......'

Elliott couldn't help but obey, his hand reaching out towards the mirror and its smooth shining surface. Alarm was shooting through him as he realized what was going on and he couldn't help but panic mentally as his body moved on its own, his hand touching the mirror. What had happened next was something that Elliott had never experienced before. The shining mirror seemed to beam and engulf him causing a sudden feeling of pure childish terror to overwhelm him. Elliott didn't hesitate in what he did next as he opened his mouth and let out the loudest terrified scream a six year old could muster.

"MAMA-!!!!"

~~~~~

The sound of a child screaming made you fly out of your chair, your mother right behind you. Adrenaline and fear forced you to move faster than you usually would, your parental instincts screaming.

'Elliott's in danger! My baby.....he's in danger.....!'

Your mothering instincts screamed. You bolted from the kitchen towards the sounds of Elliott's screaming. You felt your blood freeze as you heard the pure terror in his tone as he screamed for you, his voice coming from the basement.

"MAMA-!!!"

You about threw yourself down the flight of stairs, jumping down a good few of them to get to him faster.

"ELLIOTT!!!"

You screamed out as you ran down the stairs nearly tripping over your own two feet. You didn't hear your mother shouting out you or Elliott's names, too focused on getting to your son. You had a few more stairs before you finally got to the ground floor.

'Please....! Oh dear God please don't let my baby.....!'

You pleaded desperately as your feet finally touched the basement floor. You were nearly blinded by a bright light and you watched in muted horror as your beloved son was engulfed in a bright light. You didn't think, only acted at that moment. You flew towards your son and grabbed him making him shriek in terror before he realized it was you. Pulling him closer to you, you clung to him for dear life shielding him as the light engulfed you as well. You only managed to see a glimpse of your mother's horrified face coming down the stairs before you and Elliott were blinded and the world disappeared around you.

~~~~~

You were free falling, your body tossed out of the mirror like a ragdoll as you curled up around your son. You hit the ground harshly, your shoulder and side hitting a marbled floor. You yelped in pain as your body made contact making Elliott cry out.

"Mama!!"

The boy sobbed in a shaking voice clinging to you. You held him tightly to you sitting up on the ground and holding Elliott out to look him over.

"Are you hurt?!? Elliott answer me please!!"

You begged him as you looked for any possible injuries. Elliott blinked shaking slightly before he answered.

"I-I'm okay mama...."

He whispered. You felt yourself sag in relief seeing and hearing that your son was okay. Pulling him back into a tight hug you kissed the top of his head. Elliott clung to you and started to sob as the panic and fear began to wear off. You shushed him softly, rocking him in place to help calm him down. As you did this you were unaware of the presence that appeared in the room with you.

"(Y/N)......?"

A voice suddenly spoke out in the room making you jump and quickly turn towards the voice, keeping Elliott away from the source with a protective embrace. Your gaze landed on a familiar face, one that you thought you'd never see again.

"No.....it can't be......!"

*Evil laughs. Cliffhanger anyone? I was feeling inspired today and I just went with my brain cell weeee! It seems the reader and her baby boy Elliott are in a rather unpredictable situation. Who's the voice that knows you? Who's Elliott's mysterious friend? Only time will tell! Next time on DBZ- jk jk sgdgdgdgf. Anyways sorry if this sucks and if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!!*

[mariamermaid]

The Heir of Silberstein; luftige Turbulenzen (ch. 3)

“breezy turbulences”

Fred Weasley x fem Reader

Summary: As a new school year approaches in Hogwarts, the students are surprised when Dumbledore introduces a group of German siblings joining the school. The royal family of fortress Silberstein is now sent to Hogwarts to learn the matters of a normal teenager life. …

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Having siblings, especially brothers wasn´t always easy.

But the true meaning of how different Hendrik´s and August´s thinking, wasn´t fully apprehended by you until the Quidditch game two days later. The impact of the letter hadn´t left your body.

In the two days, you hadn´t talked to either of them. You hadn´t even seen them, they avoided each other as well as you and Ruth. The youngest of the four of you, grasped the situation barely. It didn´t help that she felt even more left out. Hendrik and August were stubborn in their own ways and knowing you couldn´t convince them to talk, you at least decided to show up to the Quidditch game. Ruth sat with you in the Gryffindor tower, together you shared a bowl of salted caramel popcorn, which your little sister happily munched on.

The tower wasn´t as filled as the week before, the game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, but the true Quidditch fans still showed up. However, it still surprised you when Fred and George joined you.

“Oh Ruth, this is Fred and George Weasley, friends of mine.” You turned to the Twins and gestured towards your sister. “Guys, you know my sister Ruth, right?”

Gentlemen-like in a humorous way, just like their personalities, they shook her small hand. “Pleasure meeting the second princess”, Fred smiled. “Always at your service!”

Ruth blushed and giggled; you could already tell, that she liked them.

“How´s the game going anyways, Y/n?” Fred now asked while George tried to steal popcorn from your sister. You peered over the pitch, furrowing your eyebrows. Last week at the game, it had been warm and sunny, but today? Thick, gray clouds hung over the school and individual, cold droplets of rain started falling. The wind was hollering around the towers and felt like a whip against your skin.

“They play back and forth, but it´s not really coming together.” Fred followed your eyes and shrugged. “They had worse weather conditions before, I´m sure they handle it.”

“No, there is something else going on between them”, you shook your head and Fred, who noticed your wary eyes on your brothers, raised his eyebrow. He could only guess that some kind of argument had involved between August and Hendrik, but he realized, that you didn´t want to talk about it. At least not with Ruth there. A look of worry spread in his face and you pressed your lips to a thin line, not knowing how to answer it.

Soon the rain became thicker and gusting wind pushed the players around. Hendrik, who had apparently caught sight of something, which you only guessed as the golden snitch, August left his position to follow him. Draco, Slytherin´s actual keeper seemed to shout something at him, but you couldn´t hear the words. August continued to ignore him and follow his brother. Shoulder to shoulder they bumped into each other and Ruth hissed in fear they´d crash.

“Solche Idioten!”, you muttered in between breaths. (What idiots!)

The entire audience watched captivated. Whatever was happening, it didn´t have much to do with the actual game.

“Vielleicht solltest du einmal auf mich hören, jedenfalls bevor du deinen Arsch auf den Thron platzierst!“ August huffed and Hendrik´s eye shot angrily at him. (Maybe you should listen at least once to me, before sitting down your ass on the throne!)

“Albrecht wird uns ausstoßen noch bevor Vater es merken wird, siehst du das etwa nicht?“ (Albrecht is going to expel us before father will even realize, don’t you see it?)

He continued while they circled the towers. Hendrik tried to get rid of him, but August was determined.

“Das ist Schwachsinn, Albrecht hat kein Recht auf die Krone und das weiß jeder! Nur weil du ihn nicht leiden kannst, ist er nicht gleich der Bösewicht!“ (That´s nonsense! Albrecht has no right for the crown and everybody knows it! Just because you don´t like him, doesn´t mean he is a villain!)

„Und Vaters Krankheit, die aus dem nichts auftauchte?“ (And father´s illness, which showed up out of nowhere?)

August took a run-up, before crashing into Hendrik again. The oldest lost his balance, not completely, but enough to knock him off his course. The game was put in the rear for them.

“Unterstellst du seinem treuesten Diener ihn zu vergiften?! Das ist verrückt!“ (Do you ascribe his most loyal servant, to poison him? It´s madness!)

„Denk doch nach, es ist die einzige Erklärung! Vaters plötzliche Krankheit, uns wegzuschicken, damit er die Krone an sich krallen kann!“ (Think about it, it´s most logical explanation! Father´s sudden sickness, shipping us away, so he can clutch the crown for himself?)

„Du hast nicht ein Beweis dafür!“ (You have not a single proof for it!)

„Er hat Mutters Ring!“ (He has mother´s ring!)

Quiet, sudden and unexpected. None of you ever talked about it, not that there was much to talk. The two brothers floated in the air, still and starring, as if somebody had pushed a pause bottom.

It had been a night like this, stormy and dark. Rain was falling cold as ice daggers; Ruth was barely a year old. Queen Johanna was on a trip with her Pegasus, but time passed and she didn´t come back in the evening.

Two days passed and the whole kingdom searched for her, all they found were last rags of her dress and a deadbeat Pegasus, that was barely breathing. It laid at the side of the river, where the deadly streams came to an end and the waterfalls left nothing, but a breeze in the air. Severe injuries and a trauma, which caused all happiness to seize within the once relentless creature.

Queen Johanna died in an accident.

She left behind a broken king beneath a heavy crown and four siblings as half-orphans. It felt like an even deeper bond was formed in the family, but in reality, you drove apart.

The bond was nothing, but a façade and the crown was nothing but pure pressure.

“Du Lügner!” (You liar!) Hendrik screamed and he pushed himself forward on his broomstick. He smashed right into August, who was taken by surprise by his sudden rage. August couldn´t grab the broomstick in time, falling off and trying to hold onto Hendrik. But the oldest was blind in rage.

They spun and twisted around, quickly sailing towards the ground.

Ruth, the Weasley twins and you, as well as many other spectators, jumped off their seats. You barely heard the yell that escaped Ruth´s lips, you watched in horror as the two tumbled into the depths. Shock captivated you, leaving your body numb and unable to fulfill any commando from your brain. All you did was stand there and watch.

You were sure, that you heard the collision with the ground, even though you were hundredths of feet away and flinched at the hard sound. A gasp for air left your mouth and your lunges inflated.

The prior shock rolled of your body and finally, your feet reacted. As fast as possible, you´re legs almost felt like leaving the ground, you sprinted towards the two boys. None of them moved a muscle. Madame Hooch was already at their side, inspecting the incident and several players from both teams joined her. Ruth, who wasn´t half as fast as you, approached with the twins dogging her. She immediately started crying, but Madame Hooch was quick to make her statement; a few broken bones and a heavy concussion, that knocked them out.

They would heal.

But that was none of your concern. Whatever had happened between them, it was important enough to make Hendrik snap. It was important enough, to make them go against the Quidditch game, not to mention in front of the entire school. It was important enough, to fall into a potential death just to prove a point.

It constituted a supreme importance.

And the only two people, who knew what it was, laid unconsciously in the dirty grass.  

Ruth, who was kneeling besides her two brothers, tears still in their eyes, didn´t noticed how you stepped away from the scene. George had taken your place at her side, putting an arm carefully around her. But Fred realized you leaving and started following you. To say you were angry, was an understatement.

“Y/N, what happened there?” He asked, while trying to catch up with you. You were incredible fast to his surprise and even angrier. Something was seething inside you.

“I don´t know exactly!”

He grabbed your wrist to stop you from further escaping. People often were afraid of touching you, fearing it would end in a punishment, but Fred didn´t care. Or at least he didn´t have the time to give it much thought.

“But you do know something?”

He paused, eyeing you; the wind had messed up your neat hair and your face was convulsed with anger. You didn´t look like the princess he had first seen, you looked like the storm brewing in the skies, waiting to collapse down to earth.

“You all do, you´re hiding it.”

You waited seconds and even minutes, avoiding his glance and pondering, how much you should tell.

“Our father, the king, he´s ill. Very ill.”

Fred raised his eyebrow, not comprehending how bad the situation actually was.

“We don´t how long he will survive anymore.”

 And as simple as that, you blurted everything out. From your father´s sudden sickness and the idea to form a new school. How you felt this apprehension towards Albrecht and how Hendrik prepared for his new title.

Fred Weasley stayed quiet and for the first time, he suddenly looked smaller next to you. He just began realizing, or at least grasping, of how much weight was on your shoulders.

When you came to an end, he was left speechless and not knowing what else to do, he pulled you into a tight hug. Pressing your head against his chest and he felt your constant shivering.

“I don´t know what to do, Freddy.”

You admitted quietly, barely a whisper. His hand came up to the back of your head, softly stroking down to your back. “I don´t like saying it, but you might be right.”

You sniffled and lurked up to him, he replied with an apologetic smile. “Well after your bad feeling towards this Albrecht guy-.“ The German name sounded only poorly pronounced. “And the fight between Hendrik and August, something is most definitely wrong.”

A soft chuckled escaped your lips, even in this seemingly hopeless situation, he made you laugh.

“So, what do you recon I shall do?”

Carefully, just now realizing, how close he had come, hell Fred Weasley was touching a real-life princess! His hands gently stroke your cheek to finally cup your face.

“You won´t be doing anything, at least not alone!”

 “So, tell me again, what exactly are we doing?” George asked nervously, while walking up and down in front of the infirmary. Obviously, Fred and you told him.

“We need to know what August said”, you repeated calmy. The second twin, who had just recently found out about the heap of secrets and potential threats, was clearly caught off guard.

“Why do you think it was August, who drew the final straw?”

“I know Hendrik and what he thinks, if he knew anything of great importance, he would´ve told me.” George nodded understanding; he was coming to understand the plan.

“But if there is an actual threat, we just do what?” He then asked tensed, his brother shrugged nonchalantly. “We go to Germany!”

You threw a warning glance at Fred, making him go quiet at the end of the sentence. This had to be handled with care.

“Breaking the school rules?!” George exclaimed even louder and you rolled your eyes.

“What, are you afraid Weasley? After playing pranks and breaking rules since your birth?” Your daring and ironic comment shut up him up. You knew it was a lot to comprehend within only minutes. It had been a few hours since the game, Fred and you had made up the plan in the mean-time.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione and Harry suddenly approached and even though her questions wasn´t directed on the tense atmosphere, she very well took notice of it.

“We´re waiting for my brothers to wake up”, you answered frantic. Harry furrowed his eyebrows; he knew the anticipating thrill of an upcoming adventure.

“Don´t worry, Y/N, I´m sure they´ll be fine. Boys are naturally stupid.”

Harry threw his head into his friends’ directions, making him lose focus on your intentions.

“Hey!”

Hermione rolled her eyes and pushed the book in her hands into Harry´s arms. “Go on and at least make yourself useful.”

She gave you an excusing smile, before turning to leave towards the library. Just before they turned the next corner, you suddenly sprinted towards her again. “Hermione!”

“Fred and George wanted to show me a few places this weekend, so don´t worry, if I´ll be late or anything”, you tried to explain as casual sounding as possible. Her brown eyes wandered back and forth between you and the twins, until she gave up sighing.

“Don´t do anything stupid or get caught.”

As you stepped back to the twins, Madame Pomfrey quitted from the infirmary.

“Oh Miss Silberstein, your brother, August is just awakening!”

Fred eyed you warry from the side. “Do you want us to come with you?”, he asked whispering, but you shook your head. “No, this is family business. Anyways I´m sure they would get angry, if they found out I told you. We don´t have to aggravate something that´s bad enough on it´s own.”

You entered the large room with beds placed into rows. August was laid in the back, while you caught a glance of Hendrik sleeping behind a curtain in the front. The distance between the two beds was awfully noticeable.

August was pale and seemed confused, but as he sat up, he noticed you approaching. His eyes winced, forming even smaller slits and his lips became a thin line.

“Good you´re up, how are you feeling?” The politeness in your voice never felt so fake. But as his sister it was your job to ask about his condition. August saw right through you, not that you gave much of a try to hide it, but he decided to play along. Years of formal etiquette and behavior had shaped you into a concept for society. Perfect and pleasing to the observer.

“Head still hurts as well as my arm, but I´ve had worse.”

Silence settled, while you nodded. Before you could make another polite comment, he spoke up again. “Ask. Ask me. It´s why you´re here.”

It hurt you, that he assumed, that you only came for the sake of information. It made it worse that he was right.

“What did you tell him? What do you know?”

August sighed; the whole scene was as uncomfortable to him as it was to you. But he was aware, that you would believe him. He didn´t show it, but in this very moment, he couldn´t be more grateful. Yes, he showed his cold not-caring exterior, but he relied deeply on you.

“Albrecht, the night before we left, I saw him talking to one of the ostlers. He had mother´s ring.”

Unwanted, a gasp left your lips and you gripped onto the side of the bed. Whatever you had expected, you clearly hadn´t braced yourself well enough.

“August, are you sure, it couldn´t…” He nodded steady, ignoring your stutter.

“I didn´t believe my own eyes at the time.”

“She was wearing the ring when it happened, the ring disappeared with her…”

Your breathing was irregular and the thoughts inside your head were racing at the speed of lightning. If Albrecht had the ring, your mother wore when she had the accident, then he must´ve been with her. He lied, saying he was filling papers the entire day and no one even scrutinized it.

If he was with her, he knew what happened. Maybe he was the reason it happened…

 Neither August nor you noticed how Hendrik´s eyes opened and inaudible, he turned his side into your direction. Behind the curtain, you didn´t see him, how he starred at the blank fabric. How his jaw tensed, when he remembered your father with Albrecht at his side, entering the family´s private wing. Tears formed in his eyes just like then, he knew something was wrong by their faces. That day, the world collapsed right beneath his feet and ever since then, he tried his best to put it back together. He wanted it to be over, but everything came rushing back. It felt like the day where your mother died, haunted him and your family. He didn´t wanted to believe what his brother said, but he knew what it meant.

“I didn´t tell you this before, let´s not be stupid”, August finally spoke up. He could only imagine what chaos was still pelting inside your head. The sentence was surprisingly mature for August and his usual temper. “It could be a weird coincidence.”

August was right, it could be. But there was something inside you that told you, it wasn´t.

August was right, you shouldn´t be stupid. But you had a promise to keep your family safe.

So, you nodded slowly.

“We´ll wait, till Hendrik awakes and I send an owl home, making sure he won´t get it. Then we can discuss it. We have to be careful.” You had to play perfectly to make him believe. Each movement you made, each breath you took, it had to look innocently. It had to look real.

“You should rest and try not to kill Hendrik, or get killed, when he awakes.”

August chuckled and you offered a small grin. “I´ll take care of it.”

You stepped away from his bed, giving him a nod, then leaving the room. A small glance towards Hendrik; eyes closed and steady breathing. When he was to wake up, you´d be gone.

Miles away, hopefully as close to Silberstein as you possibly could, before someone would get wind of it.

“So, how does it look?”

“I hope you´re as good in sneaking away, as you are at playing pranks.”

Fred and George exchanged looks.

“We´re going to Silberstein.”

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tags: @ britishspidey @ perfectlysane24  @ acoolnight

[safteybox]

Game of thrones finale

SPOILER ALERT

When the writers completely stray from character arcs and kill Daenerys while she kisses Jon like her weakness is her love for him and getting rejected by him and she is vulnerable only because of him?

Trying to not be predictable but everyone saw it coming because women and foreign poc can not lead or be apart of the most pristine army so they have to be killed off to fit the American narrative:

When they try to make up for this obvious patriarchy by giving Sansa her own kingdom to rule because a women can't rule all seven, that's too much power whilst still playing off the fact that this very white kingdom is the only one that can survive as independent because everyone else is a savage:

The writers still pushing Arya to be a lone wolf when all she ever wanted was to get home to her family and pointing out that women cannot be feminine and hero's or that they can not be Lady's and have family's because if they have a hard past and do not conform to the norm:

When writers burn the iron thron and then still have a man lecture about why another man will make a good king because there really is no point to anything previously said:

When they try to make you feel sentimental to the first book and remember Bran hated being broken but now he is able to wear his hurt as a title whilst Arya never speaks of her trauma, Dany's justice for her own is later deemed "unjustifiable" and Sansa's is written off as a requirement to grow into a strong woman:

I am tired of the way men write women.