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wolfiesmoon · 5 months

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The aquamarine umbrella

duke!neuvillette x dutchess!reader

i have been consuming too much manhwa and too much neuvillette brainrot so this farted out my brain in approximately 4 hours (i know)

also it just so happens to be my first time whipping out my poetic writing side so that means it was written in my native language and then translated into eng because english vocab is scary ( T﹏T )

also you won't guess.... genshin debut!!! 😘😘😘😘😘

What happens when fate doesn't favour you? When you have to leave the place you once called home because of things beyond your authority?

You are sent to an unknown land in a decorated carriage and into the arms not of a Lord mysterious to all. Well, he is not a complete stranger to you, but the name 'Neuvillette' is not quite a sufficient description of his personality.

The closer you get to his estate, the more you realise your helplessness. As the daughter of an unfavoured duke in your country, you have been chosen for this unfortunate marriage. When father called you into his office, you did not expect his grim face. Or the news that you were to recieve on that fateful day.

So, fate decided to marry you to the heartless dragon of the waters, Neuvillette. Neuvillette is a bit... mysterious among the upper class. You only hear horrible but unconfirmed stories about him. But if there are so many, there's a good chance that at least one of them is true. He didn't even show up at the wedding ceremony, so you can only imagine his appearance.

Neither fierce anger nor the shedding of tears has solved your situation. It's not fair that you can just be sold around like property if you're a woman. But you also know that the King would have you executed if you opposed him. Maybe that would even be better.

You can just clutch the big, heavy bracelet around your neck, made of beautiful sparkling diamonds, and hope that the sky above you is full of stars for a few more years. That you will feel the satin covers under you when you wake up, that you will see the sunset every night.

These little things that you used to take for granted now threaten you with an eternal goodbye.

You should smile right now. Smile and look out of the beautifully decorated window of your carriage and wave at the people of his estate who wave back cheerfully in your direction.

His people do not look miserable. The houses are beautifully built and the smiles on the children's faces bring tears of happiness to your eyes. At least that can comfort you.

There are also small creatures waving at you which remind you of deer. You have never seen anything like them before in your life. You have only seen dead deer after a successful hunting trip from brother. You have always felt a little sorry for them.

They were probably happy in nature, surrounded by clear water, lush trees and the soothing chirping of birds. And in one moment, it all ends.

Perhaps now you understand how a deer feels.

Before you can think too much about the deer-like girls, the coachman is holding out his hand for you to get out of the carriage.

Fate has brought you in front of his castle. From inside, you can hear the soothing sound of water. How familiar.

With every step, the click of your heels can be heard echoing through the great hall. The maids bow to you, standing in a row. The interior of the castle is beautiful. You feel as if you are a small pebble in a bubbling brook, and everything around you sparkles.

Suddenly you hear your own name echoing around the hall. You look up and see him for the first time.

And oh, what a sight he is.

Eyes that sparkle like polished lapis lazuli jewels. Long white hair that looks like pristine silk. A hardened, blank face that holds no forgiveness. Is this what a dragon is supposed to look like?

You bow to him quickly. If you really don't want to become like a deer, it's better to be polite and obedient. Obedience is something that is implanted in you as a young duchess. It is all you've ever known. Quite unfortunate, is it not?

"Welcome to my estate. You probably know me already, but I politely ask you to refer to me by my surname. Since exactly one month ago, we are husband and wife by law. I hope you had a safe journey here." He greeted you formally. You also realised that he called you by your father's surname. Since you are his wife, you are now a Neuvillette. How odd.

It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself and answer him. "It is nice to be here."

The answer is quite modest, just as is expected from someone like you.

"Please take her to her room. I can't assure you that I'll always be here if concerns arise, but if you have any at all, you may consult me about it. I hope you sleep soundly tonight."

And so he disappeared down the beautiful blue corridor, leaving you with only the maids who, at his command, showed you the way to your chambers.

Your bed chamber is also a beautiful blue colour. He seems to have a liking for the color blue.

The sky is already turning red, dusk is approaching and with it your first night in your new home. Tonight you can see the sunset. The maids leave you alone, and you immediately lean against the window. Even though you can't see them yet, you are already asking the stars to forgive you. That you will never take anything for granted, as long as they shine. Then everything will be all right.

"How do you feel? I hope the food is to your tastes." Your husband suddenly speaks. He is sitting across the large dining table, but dishes are only placed on your side.

"Everything is fine." You hesitate for a few seconds, wondering if you should bring up your concern. "...B-But, why aren't you eating anything?" you quickly grab a decorated glass and take a big sip of water to fill the awkwardness.

"Human food mostly doesn't interest me, unless it has a large percentage of water. Simple water is more suited to my tastes." His answer is simple, but it doesn't surprise you. He is the hydro dragon, after all. Although you keep forgetting that, because he looks about the same as a human.

"Ah, so... Can.... can you tell me a little about yourself?" you hope you don't sound traitorous or as if you suspect him. So far he's been nothing but polite to you. But what do you know... it's always good to be sure.

"You look like you're guilty of something. I know that look well."

Before you have time to answer, he's already talking. Thank God.

"I don't know what exactly about me you're interested in. But I assume you already know some things about me. For purely impersonal reasons, I can already tell you that in all probability we will never know each other well." These words glue your eyes to his. You don't know exactly what it is, but there is an emotion behind them that is unknown to you. One that makes your chest feel tight.

"I am my land's ludex, not just its ruler. The chief of justice, if you will. I create and oversee laws and hold trials for the accused. I do not doubt you, believe me. But it is best if we keep a distance in between us. Impartiality is the primary virtue of a judge." He explained, eyes closed.

You don't know exactly why, but his words make your heart ache. You don't even know him, and he hasn't cruelly rejected you, but as a little girl you always read fairy tales about love, where a boy and a girl love each other for all eternity. No, since when are you so selfish?! Be happy that he doesn't beat you.

A sad reality many noblewomen in arranged marriages face.

"Ah, I see."

The rest of breakfast was spent in a kind of suffocating silence. You didn't know where to look. Perhaps this accident is suited to you, because nothing comes from nothing.

"It's raining today." The maid gently reminds you as she puts a necklace around your neck. You've never been particularly happy about rainy days, especially because of mother. She always made you wear brightly coloured dresses and would get yell at you late into the evening if you came inside with mud on the bottom of your dress.

And she didn't like it if you got wet, either. To you, rain is an inconvenience that occurs every now and then. Since you came here, you rarely get to see your husband. But his beautiful long hair reminds you of the white silk covers on your bed, and his blue eyes remind you of the diamond in your ring. That much hasn't changed.

You have a tradition of walking through the town every day and greeting people. Your parents made you stop doing this when you were a little girl, because "it is outrageous for the duchy to talk to the townspeople and peasants."

But now that you are Lady Neuvillette, that is no longer the case. You haven't had a chance to ask Neuvillette if you have permission to do so, but so far he hasn't said anything, so you think he doesn't mind.

You are very glad that he is a good man.

You have also made friends with the deer-like creatures, or rather the Melusines. You met one while on a walk and she seemed delighted to see you. After a while, the Melusines showed you their artwork and their cuisine. You thought it was strange, but you were happy to see your new friend's culture nonetheless.

Sometimes they tell you that they notice you immediately when you go out for a walk.

And today is no different. Even if it's a rainy day, the walk has become important for you, for the Melusines and for the people of his estate. The children who sometimes bring you freshly picked flowers make your heart swell.

The maids hand you an aquamarine umbrella, decorated with lace, in your hands at the entrance. It will do nicely.

You wave to the local children on your walk, say hello to the Melusines you meet on the way, and decide to visit a small waterfall in the area before returning. It's not the sunniest of days, but it's still a day to experience. And long ago, you promised the stars that you would look forward to every day.

But you notice something interesting by the waterfall. The closer and closer you get, the clearer this thing becomes. It's not a thing, it's your husband!

He's standing in the rain without an umbrella with a peaceful expression on his face. It is as if he is relieved of all pain. You are tempted to go to him and at the same time you want to leave him alone. You stand in the rain for a few seconds, but finally hear your heart calling you to him.

He notices you and greets you calmly. You stand next to him and watch the water bounce down the little river that flows under the waterfall.

"I'm sorry I don't come to see you as much as I would like. As my wife, you are my responsibility." As soon as he says it, you start defending him. You know how busy leading a fief can leave you. You've already got used to your new life, so there's really no need for him to worry.

"The Melusines tell me a lot about you."

"Really?!" You knew that the Melusines liked Neuvillette, but you didn't know that they also shared things about you to him.

"Really. Thank you for being so kind to them. Melusines are... important to me." His smile made you a little jealous. It's nothing, he knows Melusines better than you anyways. And the agreement still stands.

"You really like the rain, don't you?" you commented, looking at his peaceful face once again.

"Yes, really. The rain is beautiful." His eyes meet yours, and behind them there is undoubtedly a gleam of joy. And it stirs something new in you. You are not a deer. At least not here.

You don't know why, but suddenly you're holding his hand instead of your aquamarine umbrella and you're getting soaked by the rain.

He looks at you with surprise on his face, as if he never expected this to happen.

"Does it bother you?" you ask him, worried he doesn't like it.

"Not really. Feel free to hold my hand whenever you wish. You are my wife."

A comfortable silence fills the air, with only the sounds of the waterfall and the rain to accompany your thoughts.

What's a young lady to do with her heart if fate decides that she should fall in love with her distant husband?

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tenbeast2 · 3 months

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Brooke Monk

Heartless

#brooke monk #sexy #bikini body #beautiful faces #nice tan #teen model #tiktok girls #tiktok girl #college girl #bikini top #jean shorts #hottie

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na-hele · 5 months

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Sanji being born an Omega while his brothers and sister all end up being Alpha’s.

Which further makes him the Odd man out.

He grows to resent his second gender because of it.

Sanji growing up with a mistrust and disdain towards Alpha’s because of how he was treated.

Old man Zeff is an Alpha, the first on to ever to prove to Sanji that not all Alphas are heartless creatures.

The Baratie is full of Alphas, and So Sanji is raised by them. He doesn’t act like a typical Omega.

He can fight, and he can fight good.

He’s got a foul mouth, and a nasty attitude.

Yet he still has Typical Omega tendencies.

He makes a nest, and he’s protective of it.

He cooks, and he cleans, and he cares for others almost obsessively.

He takes heat suppressants and scent blockers religiously.

And so when he joins Luffys crew everyone assumes he’s just a Beta with an extreme annoyance to Alphas.

He tells luffy first, and then he tells chopper.

Chopper isn’t too thrilled about Sanji suppressing his instincts, and so with a lot of convincing Sanji gets off his scent blockers.

To his surprise no one makes a big show of it.

In fact Nami invites him to make a big Nest in the Aquarium bar, Brook helps them.

Sanji starts to relax a little more about himself.

But it’s not until the two year training does he fully accept Himself as an Omega.

When the crew reunites everyone is surprised (and very proud) to see Sanji so open about himself now

#one piece sanji #sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #one piece #omegaverse #omega Sanji

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sochilll · 2 months

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Day Three of Pins and Patches Week! (See the prompt list here!)

Day 3: Crutches/Stairs

Read on Ao3

“Do you want to go right after school or just pick me up later?” Jeremy asked. He had Michael’s loose backpack strap in his hand. He did that a lot lately. Michael knew it was post-squip trauma. He knew Jeremy was making sure Michael didn’t disappear on him. But it did make Michael feel a bit like a dog on a leash.

“I was thinking pick you up later. I kinda wanna change.”

Jeremy nodded. “Okay. Yeah. Me too probably.” He checked his phone. “Arcade closes at ten on weeknights so if we leave by like,” he looked to Michael, shrugging. “Five? We should be fine.”

“Five sounds good.”

Jeremy’s eyes drifted over Michael’s shoulder. He put on a very forced smile. “Hey Jake!” He said with far too much enthusiasm.

Jake didn’t wave. His hands were full of his crutches. He nodded at them both, eyes lingering on Michael before moving past them.

Michael cleared his throat. He hadn’t told Jeremy absolutely everything that had happened when they weren’t speaking. He’d told him almost everything. Really, there was only one thing he’d left out.

At Jake’s Halloween party, after their… conversation, Michael hadn’t actually left. He’d intended to but then he got sort of lost and then there was a big group of people in the hallway in front of the door. So Michael was lingering in the kitchen because all the exits were blocked by people and at least here he could find something else to drink.

And that was when Jake came in.

They didn’t talk that much. Despite Michael’s initial fear, Jake didn’t seem surprised or upset that Michael was there. He made easy conversation. He laughed at the one joke Michael could muster up.

They spent the rest of their interaction with their mouths otherwise occupied. Michael didn’t really know how it happened. Jake was the kind of guy to make the first move and Michael was sad and angry. And all of the sudden they were kissing.

And then everything else happened and that particular moment hadn’t seemed very important to bring up to Jeremy.

Except now they were all back at school and it was… normal? Sort of. Everyone was cordial. Rich was gone. Dropped out or moved schools, no one was really sure. Jake nodded at them in the halls. Chloe went back to ignoring their existence but Brooke and Jenna waved every now and then.

None of them talked about what happened. Michael just sort of assumed he and Jake’s kitchen makeout session was included.

“Okay so five.” Jeremy zipped up his backpack. The late bell rang and the hallways were emptying. “Text me when you leave?”

Michael said he would even though they’d probably be on the phone the whole time they were home anyway.

He called bye to Jeremy and started toward his fifth period class. He rounded a corner and there was Jake again. He was facing away from Michael, struggling to get down the stairs. His backpack was sliding off his shoulder. Michael wanted to turn and go the other way to class, but he wasn’t that heartless.

“Do you need help?”

Jake glanced back at him. “Nah. Just… takes me a minute.” He got down one more step.

“Don’t they have elevators so you don’t have to do this?”

“Don’t need an elevator. I’m just fine.”

Despite the rumor mill’s insistence, Jake had not completely broken both legs. He’d broken one leg and sprained the opposite ankle. He was in a wheelchair for about a month. Michael suspected he was supposed to be in it longer, but he hated feeling like he couldn’t do everything on his own and he despised asking for help.

“Okay.” Michael dropped onto the step beside him. “It just seems like you’re having a little trouble.”

“I’m not.” Jake grunted as his backpack finally fell, catching in the crook of his elbow and unbalancing him. He didn’t fall but he tensed and then made a pained noise in his throat.

Michael used one hand to steady him and the other to pull the crutch out of his hand and take his backpack. He swung Jake’s backpack over his own shoulder and moved him over far enough to grab onto the railing. Then, he took Jake’s other crutch, jogged down the stairs, and deposited both of them and the backpacks on the floor.

“Hey!” Jake protested, unable to move.

Michael returned to Jake and stood on the side of his broken leg. “I’m helping you.”

“I don’t need—”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Michael snapped.

He wrapped his arm around Jake’s waist and they made their way painstakingly slowly down the stairs. They made it to the bottom and Michael returned Jake’s backpack and crutches to him.

Jake looked at him. “So you avoid me for months and now you’re willing to carry me down the stairs?”

Michael flushed. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“Come on, man.” Jake scoffed. “You barely make eye contact with me.”

Michael rolled his eyes, still not making eye contact.

“I thought we were cool.”

That made Michael look up. “You did? I mean, we were?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. We like… randomly made out while I was in a really weird place at a party I wasn’t invited to and then a bunch of super fucked up shit happened. I just sort of assumed we would go back to before where we didn’t acknowledge each other’s presence.”

“First of all, no one cares who was invited to a house party like that. It’s open invite. You heard about it, you were invited.” Jake adjusted his crutches, putting his weight on the other side. “Second, all that fucked up shit had nothing to do with us.”

“I mean, we were directly involved.”

“We were indirectly involved.”

“Okay so what!”

“So,” Jake shifted again. “I’m just saying, why does any of that shit have to make stuff weird between us?”

Michael’s face was burning. He hadn’t considered that there even was an “us” in this situation. “Well, so what? We’re just… what then? What does that mean?”

“It means,” Jake leaned toward him, tilting his crutches. “Stop acting like a freaky weirdo around me and then we’ll see what happens.” He adjusted his backpack, gave Michael a crooked smile, and then limped off.

Michael stood in the hallway, trying and failing to suppress his smile. He pulled out his phone and opened his text thread with Jeremy.

Michael: Hey. Don’t freak out it’s nothing bad. but I have something big to tell you after school.

Jeremy: 0.0

#day 3! we’re back on track !#pinsnpatchesweek #bmc #pins and patches #my writing

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bonefall · 2 years

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Leopardstar my detested

She has so much promise in TPB and TNP. Ambitious, confident, never lets go of a grudge. May do you a favor... but only if it could benefit her in the long run. She's serious, well-spoken, and intimidating.

What sliver of conscious she possessed lead to her choosing Mistyfoot as a deputy as an 'apology'. The rest of her picked Hawkfrost as deputy in her absence; breaking the code by choosing a cat who had no apprentice, young and aggressive, who wants war with other clans.

It could have set up RiverClan to always be teetering between slipping back into the dark ages, and moving foward into cooperation. Leopardstar was originally a very morally gray character; cared about what she wanted above the law of the clans, or the peace between them... but not completely heartless either.

But that's not what we got, of course

Because the narrative needs to make it that ONLY Tigerstar was a Truly Evil Villain, Blackstar is made into an idiot who can't tell that he's constantly being duped, and Leopardstar loses her brain cells to ignore every warning sign. They're completely stripped of their agency, boiled down into sad sack characters who Really Did Love Their Clans and their greatest "crimes" are caused by someone else.

And that's almost insulting for Leopardstar, who's just one accidental border crossing away from starting an actual war with ThunderClan at the beginning of TNP, but 'graciously' allows WindClan to drink from her river. The same cat who later lets her clan throw Stormfur and Brook out because of a fake sign, while never stepping in when Hawkfrost undermines Mistyfoot's authority. A bad bitch, not the crying loser who sacrificed 1 of 9 lives to a fox because she's sooo sorry she let a guy try to murder two children

#Leopardstar #Warrior cats #Let my woman characters do bad things on purpose #I swear to god one day we'll get a novella that softens Bluestar by saying ghost Thistleclaw made her rename Brightpaw to Lostface #God forbid women do anything but I really mean it #I guess at least in this instance it ALSO happened to Blackstar but... god. They did him dirty too.#Erins please let people do bad things without being influenced by the newest flavor of pure evil

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pricescigar · 7 months

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A Dragons fury

Summary: When John Price, King of the Hybrid Dragon's rages an invasion on King Dietrich's kingdom. He also finds a treasure worthy of his heart, Elvira.

Admin note: Hi it's me Brooke! I do hope you enjoy this mini series of Dragon!Price, I don't know how many parts it'll be, I'll see how we go.

John Price X Elvira Wolff

Dragons or better known as Hybrid-Dragons ruled the mountains across the many regions of the world, though they may have their own problems the only thing that always brought them together was the conflict between the many humans. One in particular was King Dietrich, a mean, cold, heartless and ruthless ruler that ruled his Kingdom. Many hated him, but many did not have the courage to step up to him, or even cause a revolt. They were that scared of him, even his own daughter … Was scared of him.

Elvira... Her life was confined in the familiar stone walls of the Wolff Castle, it was a rare sight whenever the Kingdom would have a chance to see their beloved Princess. Upon special occasions was the only time they'd see her face, any other time she was back inside the Castle. Sometimes you'd see her at the highest tower of the Castle, staring out of the window occasionally. Watching as the day goes by, before her duties would call for her once more.

The Princess and rightful heir to the throne. Elvira Wolff, a bright, young and intelligent Princess, still yet to find a rightful husband to continue the Wolff bloodline. Being trapped in the Castle all day, everyday has it's downsides. Yet reading, being tutored to be s good Queen and mother was the only thing that kept her occupied.

The war between humans and the hybrid Dragons was at an all time high this month, Dietrich wasn't backing down this time. King Dietrich & King Price had been at each other's throats for decades now. The recent attack Dietrich did on the Dragons was a fatal blow, leaving almost all of them dead, starving, injured. And now… King John Price craved revenge.

The early hours of the morning were met with the grand bell ringing, a sign of invasion, the guards went to their posts and positions as the inament of threat and danger was approaching. A large group of Dragons could be seen flying towards the village, and the Castle itself. Elvira woke up to screams of terror, some blood curdling some out of fear.

Elvira got out of her bed quickly, only wearing her night down and went over to the door of her bedroom. And as always it was locked, thanks to her lovely father… No matter how many times Elvira knocked on the door loudly, calling out for help no one seemed to be answering her…

"Please…! Please! Someone help me!" Elvira yelled out in fear, the Castle shook as rubble and stones were destroyed. The weak parts of the Castle that contain wood, began to burst in flames.

John Price, the King of the Hybrid Dragons led his men and strongest women into Battle. The kingdom burst into flames as they caused destruction, Price searched all around for King Deitrich yet couldn't find him. Yet a distinct voice made him stop in his tracks, someone calling for help? He could hear a female voice.

"Please…! Please! Someone help me!"

Price began to follow where he heard the voice, it got louder each time. He quickly went up the tower, and that's where he heard the voice… Part of the Castle was almost up in flames at that point.

"Move away from the door!" Price yelled to whoever was on the other side of the door. "I'm going to kick it down!"

Elvira began to cough as the smoke and flames became visible. She heard the voice beckoning her to back away from the wooden door.

"O-Okay!" She called out staying at the corner of her room, as she covered her mouth to not inhale the smoke. Then hearing the loud thud of him kicking the door down. With such blunt force the wooden door got kicked down easily, she looked away before her eyes laid on Price.

Price stood there as he stared at Elvira with silted yellow golden eyes. He was tall, muscular, green scales all over his arm and legs. He had large green wings which enclosed when he saw her. Sharp facial features, messy brown hair, a chiselled beard and horns over his head and a large tail. His hands and legs revealed sharp nails, long enough to cut anyone. He saw how scared she was, and a small idea came to mind…

"Hm a Princess… You're mine now." He mumbled to himself, he huffed, smoke coming out of his nostrils. Before she could even react Price quickly ran towards her, grabbing her firmly and lifting her up into his arms and he used his wings to cover her body and jumped out of the window.

Elvira stood there in fear as the man who broke down the door was no other than a Hybrid dragon, she stared at him for a moment before watching him run towards her. She yelped in fear when he grabbed hold of her, her instincts made her hold onto him as he jumped out of the window.

Price's wings spread out as he landed down perfectly on the ground, by that time most of the Royal guards were dead. Their bodies laid on the floor. Some were burst to ashes, some had claw marks. It was an awful sight to see, it almost made Elvira nauseous to the core.

Elvira looked around at all of the destruction that was caused, as she looked up at Price who was still holding her, her face almost scrunched up in anger.

"Put me down! Put me down now!" Elvira ordered him as she fidgeted in his arms, hearing her pleas only made him chuckle and hold onto her body tighter than before.

"Now… Why would I do that Princess? I saw the treasure and I took it, which is you, love." Price snarled looking down at her. "Where's that lovely father of yours?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"I… I don't know…" Elvira replied to him feeling helpless in the Dragon's arms, knowing she couldn't do much in this situation.

"I found him!" Gaz shouted as he threw Dietrich on the ground, he was all battered, beaten up clearly he had lost the battle.

"Well, well… Who has the short end of the stick now, Dietrich?" Price grinned staring down at him, his sharp teeth visible.

"I admit my defeat, John…" Dietrich mumbled looking up at Price, he saw he had his daughter. "Do what you will with my daughter, I don't care what you do." He spoke coldly.

"Vater…" Elvira spoke in disbelief as she heard those words escape from his mouth not knowing how to react to what he said.

"Kill him, we'll take the princess with us." Price spoke coldly, turning away still holding the damsel in distress in his arms, he walked with her as Ghost grabbed Dietrich's head and snapped it with ease.

"You can't do this…" Elvira mumbled feeling all of her emotions hit her at once, she felt tears forming in her eyes. "Please let me go, that's all I ask of you…"

"I can do whatever I want, and I will." Price huffed. "It's best if you don't look down." He then flew up into the air suddenly, Ghost, Gaz and Soap quickly followed behind as did all the other Dragons.

Elvira hid her face in his scaly chest as he flew up in the air, the cold air hitting her full force. The group of Dragons quickly fled from the scene together, they flew together in a large formation.

By the time they got to the large fortress that was built within the mountains it was midmorning. Price landed down at the balcony of the fortress, which indicated it led into his den. Price's yellow eyes watched his other men and women go through the main entrance to go and rest. They fought well today, a glorious victory.

And so he opened the doors of his den heading inside, and closing them behind him. The room was quite large, the room was dimly lit, a large bed to sleep on too. There wasn't much in there as being a Dragon he didn't need much. He placed Elvira on his bed, observing her.

Elvira backed away slightly, her back against the cold wall as Price had placed her down. She finally took a moment to catch her breath. To try and at least process what had happened to her… Why her?

"I'm sorry." Price finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence. "Your father had it coming, and seeing you locked up in that tower. I can only make my assumptions." He lastly said.

"I...I had no involvement in this!" Elvira pleaded. "I tried to stop him, believe me I did but he told me to not get involved as it was ideas above my station…" She explained.

"Mhm. I understand that." Price mumbled climbing in the bed too, putting his hands either slide of her head staring at her.

"Regardless of that, I've found my treasure… And that's you." He said, there was a gleam of passion and lust in his eyes.

"You'll be a wonderful mate." He lastly said.

Elvira became flustered seeing how close he was to her, looking away from him. Hearing the word 'mate.' Escape his lips, she looked back at Price shocked. "I will not be your mate." She stared at him.

Price chuckled at how pent up and angry she was getting. "My, my… I think I made a good choice…" He brushed a few strands of her hair behind her ear. Admiring at how pretty she was. He then brought her in his arms, laying down on the bed with her trapped in his embrace.

"I need a rest…" He mumbled.

"Hey-" Elvira protested as she was stuck in his arms, the more she fidgeted the tighter he held her. His tail wrapped around her legs, so she wouldn't move so much.

"Rest. Stay calm… My lovely Princess." Price mumbled tiredly, his eyes finally closing. His breathing soon became calm. One of his hands then wrapped around her back, the other wrapped around her waist.

Elvira felt the heat of his body temperature becoming warm, one of his wings distinctively covered part of her body, shielding and protecting her. She knew she couldn't escape, nor fight the dragon either… Gradually she soon fell asleep too.

#cod #call of duty #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #captain price #john price #cod oc #cod fanfic #oc #ocs #elvira wolff #johnvira

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sichore · 4 months

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3 or 9 for Jimi and Olive for the ship prompts!

We're doing 3 AND 9! Avalon AU baybee!! 3. Write about your ship holding hands in a tense moment

and

9. Write about your ship getting dressed up in fancy outfits together.

“Be still. Stay quiet. Wait fer my signal.”

So their teacher bade them, and so they stayed. She would be still as stone for he who opened her mind to the stars and beyond. They would do anything for him. And she must.

Nimue, Lady of the Lake, could easily become mist and find the nearest stream, leaving behind this place with no light. But such magic was beyond the other one and would draw attention to where they hid, waiting. As Jimi, she has become soft, and does not wish harm upon this other one. Even if his attention is divided. Even if his love now forks to feed another another.

Nimue does not care, and Jimi is not heartless. And so they wait, unmoving, unbothered. Unconcerned with the hot anger and fear that burrows into them like a lamprey.

A shuffle, a rustle of cloth. Morgan moves and Nimue stays still, ready to put all their energy into retaliating. Morgan, curious and ambitious, disobeys, perhaps to finally challenge Nimue and have all that attention and knowledge to herself –

A brush of a tiny fingertip, like the first drop of rain. A smaller hand reaching, touching, grasping her own.

Olive trembles and in defiance, risks her safety to take Jimi's hand in her own. Jimi who tried to be still as stone and just as cold with the fear of what she's allowed into her heart which should never be constrained.

Eternity passes with a sigh, and Nimue glances into the passing of ages with the ease of one brushing away an eyelash. And there, they see that all streams and rivers flow to the same source. All are as one and all is well.

And at this moment Jimi knows, too. She gives Olive's hand a gentle squeeze in return, and together, they wait.

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“Look at how it twirls!”

“Jimi, you're dripping!”

And she is, sparkling droplets of water flying from the tips of her cascading coils and curls.

“Indeed, I am,” Jimi purrs, low as the morning fog, as she steps down from the alcove and towards where Olive finishes snapping up her corset.

“All right, now you've gotta lace me up,” she says, turning her back to Jimi. She pulls her dark waves over her shoulder to bare the back of her neck and Jimi feels that slow drip of desire become a bubbling brook.

“Is this good?” She asks, taking the ribbon in her hands and pulling.

“Tighter.”

“Now?”

“Tighter!”

“HnnnnnnNNNNGGGGGHHH!”

“Mmmmnhaaaaaaaaaaugh!”

Jimi removes her bare foot from the small of Olive's back who turns to face her, her cheeks rosy like the dawn. Her waist rather resembles a funnel now and her breasts spill over the top of this garment, overflowing like the rivers after a flood. Jimi steps close. Her mouth waters for the taste of that soft peak stiffening on her palate, the shadow of which she sees peeking from the corset. Instead, her tongue spills. "It's made of whale bone," she murmurs, her words gaining speed as the falling leaf does sailing down the stream, her hands framing Olive's ribcage. "Sewn together by wheels of metal and the green and ingenuity of man. I know not the age, but I could tell you of the waters from whence it came. The sights and sounds and song of the future yet to come, of how the harpoon pierced his –" "Jimi." Olive's eyes are dark, darker even than Jimi's and just as encompassing as the night when she leans in. Lips ghosting over lips, hands cupping and thumbs brushing the lush breasts spilling from Jimi's gown. "You can just ask." And Jimi does, eyes locked on Olive's as she leans down and laps, just once, at the blushing tawny nipple that sprung out like the first bud of spring. Olive gifts her with a gasp, and Jimi chases it to the source. Their mouths crash and she drinks, and drinks, and drinks from this river without end.

[Soft OTP Prompts]

#my writing #ask meme #mtl oc #olive axworthy #jamila calabash

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leafkingofbirds · 4 months

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Week 64 flashfic prompt

This is my first fic here! I saw the prompt from @choicesflashfics and got inspired, so I hope it's ok to participate. I believe I followed all the rules but lmk if I forgot anything!

Title: And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

Book: The Cursed Heart

Words: ~1500

Pairing: Prince Kieran x genderneutral MC/reader (second person, no y/n)

Warnings: 1 mild curse, angst, hurt/comfort. takes place early in book 2 but no major spoilers

Prompt 1: "I'm here with you. I'm right where I belong."

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"Beloved...you should return to your village."

"What?" You bolt upright. Kieran is gazing at you with a strange absence of emotion as you blink away the drowsiness that had begun to descend over you. There's something deadened in his shadowy eyes, twin pits of empty anguish, and for a horrible moment you're reminded of the heartless, cursed prince he once was. An ice-cold knife of fear slides painfully into your chest. "Now? But why? Has something happened?"

"Something has already happened," he says, voice heavy. "And I was powerless to stop it. The palace is no longer safe for you. This realm is not safe.”

"This realm was never “safe” for me. And the palace isn't safe for you either!" You pull yourself to sitting. He's sitting on the edge of your bed, already fully dressed, a sword in a shiny black leather scabbard at his side, a new addition since last night. He's never carried a physical weapon since you've known him, but he must have decided to pick up the sword now. You shudder in apprehension. “Kieran, what are you saying?”

His expression doesn't change, and you know the look in his eyes: he's made his decision, accepted his fate, and will brook no argument. "Jack will keep coming after me until one of us is dead. But if you return home to your mortal life, you at least may escape his wrath. He has no reason to chase you if you’re no longer my consort. Whatever's to come...this need not be your fate."

You stare at him in horror. “I’m not leaving you.”

Kieran’s face is a carefully constructed mask devoid of emotion. “I’ve made my decision.”

“I won’t do it!”

“You will, beloved. If you love me, you will go without argument. Fight me, if you must, but you will not win. Either way, I am taking you home. Today.”

Your heart races, fear and grief and anger rising in one horrible wave. Would he truly do this? He’s right; you couldn’t win against him if he made up his mind to deliver you back to your village and leave you there. For your own good.

For a horrifying moment, you see your future: withering away the short years of your life, back where you started from, and away from everyone and everything left that you love. Never to return to the Fae realm.

Banished.

Tears well in your eyes and you swallow them down.

"You're giving up," you accuse, eyes narrowed.

"Never." Kieran's eyes blaze in response, his power flaring in a way that chills you. "You, of anyone, should know that I would sooner tear my heart from my chest than send you away. But if it may save you, beloved, I will do anything. I would rather lose you to the mortal realm, where you may at least live out a full and peaceful life, than have you die in my arms because I could not protect you.”

Kieran's voice shakes, and you realize suddenly he has already pictured this. Whether from old age or Jack's blade...this is his greatest fear. This man who was betrayed by a lover, lost his father as a child and witnessed his mother torn to shreds before his eyes cannot bear to witness the death of the last person left that he loves.

He knows you will die before him. He's always known. But he thought you had more time. And he doesn't believe himself strong enough to witness it happen so soon, not like this.

“I can’t,” you whisper. "I'm not leaving you. How could you ask that?" A shiver of fear runs through you. "If I return home without you...Kieran, there's no knowing how many years of my life I'll spend wasting away, waiting for you. Even if you defeat Jack, that's precious time we'll never get back.”

You expect anger at this defiance to your prince's orders. You don't expect what happens instead.

The cold stoic expression breaks, allowing you to glimpse the rare welling of anguish in his eyes, and you realize he understands exactly what he's asking. He knows that if you leave the mortal realm, you will begin to age faster. Years will pass for you and mere moments for him every second you're apart.

He knows this. He's willing to sacrifice life with you so that you may have a chance to live.

Whether you stay or go, he will lose you.

His large, powerful hands grip yours hard, engulfing them in bony strength. "Please, my love. I beg of you...I'm not strong enough to keep you safe. I won't allow my pride to be your downfall. You must go home. Now."

"I am home," you answer fiercely, clutching him back. "You can't truly think I would ever leave you.”

He scowls as his anguish turns to anger. "You will if I order it. Do not argue with me. Not now. Please.”

You're half furious, half terrified. Kieran's anger stems from fear; you know this. You are the only one who could ever talk Kieran down when he's made up his mind, but…this may be beyond even you. “How can you ask me to leave you now?” You whisper brokenly. “How can I leave my heart behind?”

Kieran swallows. His hands shake, then he sets his jaw with determined stubbornness. “If you love me at all, spare me the knowledge that you died because of my own weakness. I can't live knowing I failed you."

Tears fall from your eyes freely now, hot tracks down your cheeks. It feels wrong, so very wrong, to even consider leaving him. You make your decision. “No, Kieran. Even if you take me back to the village, I'll only return to you.”

Kieran glares at you and the power in him channels in full force, waves of freezing cold anger at your defiance. “I won’t allow it. I will spend my last breaths keeping you safe, if I must. Do you think I haven’t considered this from every angle? Do you think I would readily or easily admit I’m too weak to defend you from our enemies? I cannot protect you. We have no choice.”

“You told me the choice would always be mine,” you snap back. “If I am to die, then I will die with you, and we’ll return to the wind together. That is my wish. You are my fate. I don’t want a long peaceful life alone in my village! There is no life for me without you. "

Kieran’s breath escapes him in a shuddering exhale, and his emotionless facade shatters. He covers his face with his hands and doesn’t answer.

“Please, my love, please don't lose heart,” you urge, voice breaking. “I know it’s so hard to see the light. Your life has been a string of tragedies, and I understand why you can’t see any reason to hope. But I refuse to believe this is how our story ends. I won't allow it.”

You wrap him in your arms and feel how much he’s shaking trying to keep everything inside, and squeeze him for all you’re worth as if you could steady his doubts through sheer force of will.

“We beat the odds before,” you remind him, gentling your voice.

“I’m not willing to gamble with your life,” Kieran replies bitterly.

“My love," you cajole. "We’ll find a way through this. We’re stronger together. Believe in me, if you can’t see anything else to hold on to. Bet on us.”

You rub his back, slowly, mindful of his healing wounds. For a long moment there is silence.

“There’s that steadfast optimism in the face of impossible odds again,” Kieran finally mutters, defeated. "Are all mortals as stubborn as you?"

You muffle laughter into his shoulder, sensing the tide turning in your favor. “It’s worked for me so far. I believe I recall you saying something about winning you over with just such a trait.”

Kieran just looks at you for a long while. Multiple emotions pass across his face. Hope, despair, admiration, frustration, tenderness…love.

Then his eyes slide closed and he tilts your head to kiss you, tentative and fragile, and you know you have won. At least this time.

“Are you certain?” is all he asks. His voice is a whisper, his eyes still closed as he holds you, fingers stroking lightly over your hair.

“With all my heart,” you answer, holding him tight. "You aren't facing this alone. You'll never be alone again, Kieran. I'm here with you. I'm right where I belong."

You feel Kieran's change of heart as surely as if you still held a piece of it in your own chest; his iron will melts and his rigid body finally relaxes in your arms, taking the comfort you offer at long last. He buries his face in your shoulder and holds you as though he never plans to let go.

"Damn it," he mutters, then sighs, and you feel his power wrap around you like wings, protective and loving. "It took all my willpower to order you away. And somehow, you have outdone me, once again."

"Let's hope my powers of persuasion are just as powerful against Jack," you reply, and with a burst of relief, feel Kieran's breath of laughter against your hair.

#choicesflashfics #choices prompt challenge

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isot1ne · 1 year

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heartless characters and how i would do in a fistfight against them

i am a very small person with old person joints btw

(death mention, fighting, a lot of biting people)

heartless- why would i wanna fight him? he's just a lil guy- that being said, he's probably good at sport so i am not winning that -10/10

alchemy- tall. i reckon i can bite their shins pretty fuckn hard 5/10

flint- professional boxer 0/10

eira- professional swordfighter. but i think i could distract him with dick jokes and make him blush which could give me an opening 1/10

doppel- we'd both fight dirty lol. this won't be fun 3/10

glass- why?? would i want to fight him??? (but i could probs take him down with a well placed knee) 6/10

river- im getting owned 2/10

alastor- i bitch slap him gently and he dies and turns to dust instantly 100000/10

lorelei- have you seen her back muscles? girl looks like she could throw a punch. but thats not her style 7/10

diana- i am not winning this 0/10

lance- feral dragon man. can probably throw a punch and a hard one too. 1/10

bandy- i am curb stomping his little face as we speak 8/10

dock- "if his hands are above your head, his dick is level with your teeth"/10 (in a non kinky way-i'm asexual)

brooke- lmao no 3/10

krome- twink 5/10

arthyr- i wouldn't want to fight him physically but he could probably destroy me in a battle of wits 2/10

moira- once again- why?? would?? i?? want?? to?? fight?? her?? 8/10

murphy- murphy/10

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mermaidinthecity · 2 years

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What'd you do to me, baby? Now I can feel everything. Like sun on my skin, your touch. So this is real love. It's like I just started breathing. No way I could go back to being heartless. Hopelessly heartless. Like this thing in my chest was just empty until you unlocked it. Now I can't stop it. This boom, boom that you started. Is this what I've been missing? So different from when I was living heartless. Heartless.

Heartless by Brooke Eden

#brooke eden #lyrics #be lyrics #heartless #choosing you album

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everlastiingiimmortals · 5 months

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Hi Veturas. I hear alot about your dad, your siblings, and your wife. But what about your mother? Do you remember anything about her?

Unprompted. Always accepting!

The deity does not show himself. The altar shows no sign of response. You wait, and wait a while longer, and wait a while longer yet, blowing into your hands as the sharp and bitter bite of the wind nips at your fingers and ears. The blizzard seems to grow heavier; perhaps the ancient god is displeased with your inquiry.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you start to back away, a whispered apology leaving your lips in a cloud of warm air.

But as you turn around, suddenly the howling wind lulls with a sigh. The gust-driven snow slows enough to gently float down, and in the brief lapse in noise you hear trickling. Like a tiny brook opened by snowmelt. The sound is crystalline and pure, but no sooner than you hear it does the storm pick up once more.

It may have been a trick of the tundra.

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Legend has it that Veturas was born of the Abyss to a nymph. This nymph's name has been lost to time, but what tales remain of the Winter God's origin suggest that she was a kind and gentle soul who fed and watered animals and plants alike from her own hands. She was but a pure and sweet thing, as nymphs can only be born from and thrive in the purest of waters, something that softened even the heartlessness of the Abyss. But such a pure and sweet thing is not meant to survive under the touch of corruption. Veturas' birth left her tainted, and as a result she soon grew ill and faded. But perhaps her purity lives on in her only son, as Veturas is the most well tempered of the Abyssal gods, and the only one with a large and permanent domain on the surface.

#//an answer sought; (ASK)#Anonymous #//everlasting; (IC)#//anima hiemalis; (VETURAS)#((ty for this <3))

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three-eyed-skullbunny · 13 days

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White picket fences

Barbed wire and trenches

Trick or treat, merry christmas

Howdy neighbor, thank you Jesus

Oh what is he building in that painted lady?

A participation trophy wife, or blonde, blue eyed baby

Wide eyed and wired, the snap crackle pop of the Geiger

Camouflage billboards for lead lined brooks brothers

You elbow the jukebox and sing duck and cover

And breed out our incisors, feed on white wine and Pfizer

It don’t look like survival, but buy now or die

Suburbiaaaa~

You’re not aloneeee~

The lights are onnnnn~

But no one’s home (so welcome home)

Myers Briggs, OKULTRA

Takes a village to fake a whole culture

Your ear to the playground, your eye on the ball

Your head in the gutter, your brains on the wall

Oh well, home is where heart is

You ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless

It’s the safest on the market

But you still gotta watch where you park it

So give me your half life crisis

I can tell you don’t know where paradise is

Where parasites don’t care what your blood type is

Only pheromones

Is it true that a snowflake only matters in a blizzard

Everyone knows that, nobody knows that

Everybody’s all up in my, everybody’s all up in my

Everybody’s all up in my BUSINESS

Suburbiaaaaa~

Where you belonggggg~

The lights are onnnnn~

But no one’s home (so welcome home)

Chameleon peacocks are talk of the town

Well, word gets around on hit number stations

He cums radiation

The dog bites the postman, while basement eyes dream

Of a night at the drive in, with an AR-15

I dropped my eyeballs in the bonfire

We fucked on a bed of nails

I caught kuro from your sister and died laughing in jail

Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the Fourth of July grill

Smile and wave boys, kiss the cook, live laugh and love

Please pass the pills

It’s only culture, it’s only culture, it’s only

Cultureee~

Sulfur smoke and soot

You learned to torture house cats like vultures

You cocked and sucked your lack of empathy

Pulled the trigger with your foot to prove you’ve got

BLOOD

Didn’t they want your blood?

So why apologize for being blue and cold

Blood, didn’t they want your blood?

So why apologize when you’ve turned blue and cold

🎶🎶🎶🎶

It’s only culture, it’s only culture, it’s only

Ah- ah- ah- ah

Culture’s not your friend

Hey fuck your culture, I ain’t got no culture

It’s only culture and it’s more afraid of you than you are of it!

C’mon drink that blood!

Didn’t they want your blood

So why apologize when you’ve turned blue and cold

Blood, didn’t they want your blood?

So don’t apologize for being blue and cold

Were you Nabokov to a Salinger

Were you Jung to Freud or Dass to a Leary

Were you mother, daughter, subject, and author

You don't make the rules, you just write them down and

Do it by the book you throw around

Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn

Going against the grain and catching splinters

You pull out your Rorschach like a paint-by-numbers treasure map

The ink upon on your jigsaw piece traces you back to your fingerprints

Well Lot he had his lot in life, Job his job and I guess you'll too, and die

The Lord looked down, said, "hey, you're only mortal"

Giveth and taketh away 'till things come out a certain way

Leave you wondering when they might go back to normal

Leave you wondering why they can't have just been normal

#will wood #suburbia overture #vampire culture #aphroula gets asks

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shadowbender19 · 2 years

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So, a new Heartless video just dropped. I had a notes doc open and recorded basically every thought that I had during the video. Some of these are vibes only, but I hope that someone finds this enjoyable.

This art style is truely stunning

Eira’s little ghosty boy? I love him

Alchemy’s Team Rocket vibes? chefs kiss

I love Alchemy so much, very gender (though so are all of them lol)

Variant outfits? Nice

Yo, the music that played at the beginning of Flint's section hit different

Flint's D&D vibes are immaculate

The way Alex does action is immaculate

Eira my beloved. My boy is back

“Snow Smith” gives me big Gray from Fairy Tail vibes

HE HAS A DAD

Is Eira going to build himself a forge?

I was wrong, but this is so much better. They were roommates!

I want to say that the fan fiction writes itself, but sadly it does not

Doppel and Glass having slightly different powers would be very cool

Doppel’s sketch reminds me of Ben 10 and I love it

Ah, nods so they’re artificers

Angst, I love it

River content lets go

River and Alchemy having matter vs energy powers (an oversimplification I know) could lead to some mad physic related bs

Powers developing and evolving is always amazing

Brooke is the name for guard girl

River’s logic and science based reasoning sounds like an incredible character point

New brush for the hair

River hitting mute on Lorelei is so funny

River’s eyes are iconic

New desktop background just dropped

Milk away, I love this stuff Ok, so I didn’t keep track of thoughts for the first two, so I’m going back to do Heartless

The quirk style names of each character’s powers spark joy

Grave robber is a sick name for a power, hope he finds a way to reuse it if this ever becomes a bigger thing

All I can think of is hungry hungry hippos, vibes are correct tbh

I love the balance created by the ghouls, great way to balance mimicry magic

Frosty boi Final thoughts

Not really relevant but before he colours in the eyes, this art style is very reminiscent of Ben 10 omniverse which I absolutely adore

The focus on change and evolution of their magic, especially as the narrative evolves is beautiful and makes me really want to see this as an extended story.

This art style sparks joy. The dynamic poses, the way that the clothes move with the action, the way that intangible magic is so clearly on display. I don’t know if this is just the way that Alex draws action, or if his art style has evolved once again, but it is so nice to look at.

Basically, I’m back on my Heartless BS. This is my formal apology to my followers who don’t know what that is, as well as an even more formal request of whoever the hell runs the discord server. Please add me, I wish to be a part of whatever the hell goes on there that I keep hearing about.

Finally, thank you @abd-illustrates, this was incredible And that’s about it. Thanks, for reading my rambling, I’ll probably be posting more about this over the next week or so, so stay tuned.

#abd illustrates #abd heartless #heartless #content #live reaction #shadow makes content

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