#he could crush my skull with them and i'd say thank you

[wehaveimagineshere]

Request for Admin Ren! Could I request a scenario for Gale to react to his gender neutral crush accidentally saw him half naked because he was changing out of his dirty clothes? Their immediate reaction is to cover their eyes to look at the floor, apologise profusely, and leave! They're still embarrassed even when he finishes changing clothes but promised him that they would be more careful & tell them if there's anything he would like them to do to make it up to him! Please make it implied/suggested!

So I had to watch some romanced Gale scenes and I can't tell you how much I giggled and rewatched his little bop at the very end when you ask "Are you asking me to marry you?" His little wiggle is so funny. I sent it to Frost with tears in my eyes.

Okay so while I was editing, I realized I went off script just a liiiiiiittle bit. And typically I'd go and fix it but it was something that I kept referring to the rest of the prompt so I just kept it, cause otherwise I would've had to completely rewrite a good portion and I'd already been working on this for a while. Hopefully that's okay!

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A blessed stream.

A strip of running water you could dunk your aching feet into but, more importantly, a strip of running water you could finally clean your dirty clothes in.

"I can get it started," you'd offered, shouldering off your pack in the middle of the camp. "Pile up your clothes and I'll take them to the stream."

"No, you shouldn't do it alone," comes Karlach, stabbing a pole into the ground to start pitching her tent.

"Then set up their tent," responds Shadowheart, already ruffling through her belongings and making a pile of dirty laundry. "The sooner we all set up, the sooner we can help them."

Dumping out your pack to make room, you start making the rounds. Shadowheart gives you explicit instruction to not mix her clothing with the others, a small pack pushed into your hands. Wyll also has his own separate pack, but with the promise that he'll do his own clothing. Astarion gives a playful little thank you and something about his underwear you tune out.

As you head for Gale, you're situating the different packs in your arms and on your shoulders, not paying attention to what's in front of you as you pause by his belongings. "My pack has room if you need." Wiggling that off your arm, you sling Wyll's pack onto your back. With your arms a bit more free, you finally glance up.

And your eyes snag on what you see.

Bare skin, muscles shifting as Gale tosses his shirt into a pile of clothes. Your eyes linger on his shoulders before dipping down to his waist, and when he notices your stunned presence and turns to face you, your gaze catches on his stomach.

"Give me just a moment, please," you hear him speak. "I'm almost done sorting."

Your lips press together as you watch his muscles dip, the way they ripple when he moves, the way they stretch when he reaches for something.

Oh gods. Stop staring stop staring stop staring--

"Okay. All ready." Tying a pack, he holds it out to you. "I'll make sure to settle quickly so I can help." When you don't move, you can practically hear the smirk when he says, "I believe my face is up here."

Face threatening to melt off your skull, you spin on your heel, palm pressing against your eyes as you turn your back to him. "I'm so sorry, I--"

"Not that I don't like being ogled at."

"That's so rude, I didn't--"

"I assumed my physicality wasn't as it was, what with sequestering myself in a room for a year. I suppose I had nothing to worry about."

If someone were to touch your face, they'd be singed. "I'm so sorry!"

He chuckles. "It's alright."

"It's not! I was staring and that's rude and there's a whole consent thing and--" oh gods you're rambling "--I shouldn't--I'm leaving."

Quick as a rabbit you dart off into the trees, head ducked to hide your molten face, hoping no one else in camp watched your absolute trash fire of a bluster. Reaching the isolated stream, you set all the packs onto the floor, crouch down, hide your face against your knees, and breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. It's not the first time you've seen a shirtless Gale, but that had been with his consent, a moment shared between the two of you. Not in the middle of camp. Sure, it wasn't your fault he'd foregone a shirt, but you didn't have to stare.

Gods. Why couldn't you just be normal? You're an adult, for crying out loud, not some bumbling teenager. The butterflies in your stomach around the wizard was one thing, but you just always became so self conscious--

Scrubbing your face, you inhale deeply and rise back to your full height. Stepping out of your shoes and rolling up your pants, you grab the first pack and get to work, hoping you can work off the embarrassment.

It works. You start feeling your heart calm and thoughts settle, finding a rhythm and ignoring your cold hands and feet.

"How can I help?"

Heart stuttering, your bottom lip gets trapped between your teeth as you turn. "Hi."

Gale smiles. "Hi." He's fully clothed this time, though he does kick off his shoes to join you in the stream after setting down more packs. A finger is held up as you open your mouth. "No apologies. You did nothing wrong."

You frown. "Ogling is wrong, Gale. At least in public." A tilt of the head. "Ish. Public-ish. That doesn't matter." You huff, feeling the creeping embarrassment return. "I feel bad. I feel like I did something I shouldn't have and the only way for me to feel better is to try to make it up to you somehow." Rubbing your forehead, you give a helpless shrug. "What can I do? Aside from, you know, making sure I don't do it again?"

Brown eyes study your face, a smile growing only to turn into a smirk as he steps closer, hands coming to rest on your hips. "I have many different ideas." He leans in, breath tickling your lips, voice dropping. "So many different ideas."

A different kind of heat floods your body as you swallow. Settling your own hands on his chest, you mutter, "Any I should know about?"

His lips catch your own, hungry but controlled. "Shall I show you?"

[stesierra]

Okay! Since people are asking, here's some of my writing. I'm not used to sharing because on Twitter no one really cared... 🥺 Please let me know if you're interested in learning more about this book or being added to a tag list for my stuff! I love questions about my stuff too... This is new adult fantasy even though publishing says new adult isn't real.

(please excuse my MC's attitude because she is depressed! We've all been there when we released a plague of skeletons.)

The Bone Queen

Chapter 1

When I fell in love with Aubrey, I never thought I'd dream of killing him one day. Why would I? He was already dead.

Now, two years after he’d won my heart with lies, we stood alone in my dimly lit parlor, between its lion-footed couches all in pine green and gold and blood red, Queen Idony’s colors. The golden tapestries that thickly coated the walls depicted Bandrum Palace as seen from the streets of Asteraxe: a many-floored edifice that sprawled across the top of a hill, half hidden behind a mighty wall.

The enormous skirts of my dress weighed me down like I was dragging my own casket around. The bodice hugged my ribs and the corset I didn't need, embellished with lace and embroidered birds, and the sleeves poofed around my skinny arms. It left my scrawny shoulders bare, and even with the fire that crackled in my fireplace, the winter air inside the palace chilled me.

The dress was ivory. The same ivory as my fiancé’s bones.

He clenched my hand, his icy finger bones pinching my skin, and his touch revolted me. But I didn't draw away. I'd learned by now that there was no escape. What point was there in trying? Besides, I deserved this unhappiness. I'd brought it upon myself. Upon the entire kingdom of Sweelough.

When I'd met Aubrey, he'd been nothing but a handsome ghost on Lake Langlyn’s shores. But since I'd freed him—freed them all—he’d become something more. Not alive, even Queen Idony couldn't do that, but she'd given him back his skeleton with which to wield swords and write notes and touch my vulnerable skin. His ghost hadn't gone anywhere; it wrapped around his skeleton like transparent flesh around bones. Now, when I looked into his face, I saw both sharp gray eyes and yawning sockets, both a full, cleanshaven mouth and a skull’s grinning teeth. And the clothes his ghost wore echoed the very real doublet and hose he'd pulled over his bones. Green and red and gold, of course. He honored the queen in everything he did.

He bent close to me, brushing the top of my fashionable tower of hair with his jawbone. He stank of potpourri and dust. “Tell me you love me, Elise.”

I said nothing, just breathed and thought about hitting his bones over and over again with a hammer. In my mind, he crumbled into bits, nothing but ashes in a grave. Of course, it was a fantasy; no one could kill someone who was already dead. I knew because so many people had died trying. Because I had hit him with an axe down on the shore of Lake Langlyn, and it had only torn his clothes.

He said again, “We are to marry in a month. Tell me you love me. Smile at me and say my name, the way you used to.”

“Aubrey,” I said. I didn't love him, but what good would it do to tell him again, when he would only yell at me? It was pointless. Everything was pointless.

His ghostly eyes narrowed, and he crushed my hands in his. “Smile, Elise. Thank me for taking you to wife. For when we met, you were nothing but a serf too stupid to write her own name. Now look at you. Aren't you grateful?”

Tears stung my eyes. When I'd met him, at sixteen, I'd been happy. I'd had parents and four brothers who loved me, and it hadn't mattered that none of us knew how to read or write. What did farmers need letters for? Now, two years later, life was meaningless, and it didn't matter that the tutors he'd forced on me had taught me to scribble my name and read a handful of poems.

Aubrey sighed and leaned down to kiss the back of my hand. For a horrifying second, his lips passed through me, and his teeth brushed my skin. “I'm sorry, Elise. I know I push you too hard. You'll be a good wife. Docile and obedient. Quiet. A good mother to my children.”

If I was docile and quiet, it was only because I'd given up. But his last sentence made me whip my head up. “Children? What do you mean, children?”

He smiled up at me, his spectral mouth matching the grinning teeth of his skull. “Why, Elise, didn't you think I would want a heir?”

“Why would you?” I cried. “Lady Kinburg tells everyone how she had no choice but to hang her descendents when she came back, because they wouldn't return her lands. The dead don't want heirs. You're planning to rule forever. Aren't you?”

“Of course,” my fiancé agreed, straightening up. “But I would still want children. Offspring who will love and admire me, just as you do.”

Unless they inherited my ability to see and hear ghosts, all the children would see was a skeleton that couldn't even talk to them. They wouldn't admire him. They'd fear him, just like I did. Somehow, that didn't matter, not when there was a bigger issue. “Aubrey, you're dead. You can't sire children. It's impossible. Are you planning to have some living man bed me?”

He scoffed, reaching up to seize my chin. “I'll kill any man who lays a finger on you. You're mine. Forever.”

I ripped my face out of his grip. “If we adopt children, they won't be able to see you.” No other living person in Asteraxe, the capital of Sweelough, saw and heard the dead like I did. They just saw skeletons, awful and deadly. It was my gift and my curse to see more. A curse that had doomed me and all of Sweelough.

He let me retreat to sit upon one of the couches. “But children born of your body will, my love. And it's not impossible. Do you have so little faith in the queen? In one month, on the day of our wedding, she will cast spells upon me to give me the ability to lie with you. With her magic, she'll quicken my seed in your belly. And nine months later, you'll bear me a perfect son.”

Aubrey was going to have sex with me. He was going to force me to bear his child. My thoughts ran in terrified, anguished circles. My limbs grew weak, and I sank into my couch. I wanted to vomit all over his pointed shoes. If I could've, I'd have bolted out into the halls of the palace and straight out the front doors. Running for my life had never sounded more appealing.

But the queen's magic brand wrapped my ankle like a jagged red tattoo, and even now I felt it burning against my skin. She'd promised me, when she enchanted me two years ago, that if I ever tried to escape, it would punish me. And Aubrey had stood beside her, smiling because I could never leave him.

“You look faint, my love,” Aubrey said, stepping up close to me. “Come to dinner tonight. Sit at my side and display your beauty to all the court.”

“I'm not hungry,” I said, and it was true. I was never hungry, and after the horrible news he’d just dropped on me, I might never be hungry again. If I accompanied Aubrey to the Great Hall, where the nobility gathered over feasts of roast beef and fish and fresh fruit, I would only sit uneating in front of plenty, just like all the dead who wanted to pretend that they were still alive. Aubrey couldn't eat, being nothing but bones. I had a stomach and all the equipment needed, but I'd lost my appetite with my family, and now that he’d threatened to impregnate me, it was doubly gone.

He took my hand and kissed it again. “Very well. I will send your maids in to tend to you. But after dinner, I will come fetch you. Queen Idony wishes to speak with you.”

My stomach dropped, and I tore my hand out of his. “What? Why? I haven't done anything wrong.”

He patted my cheek, and his bones were so cold that surely they'd never belonged to a living man. “Fear not, Elise. She doesn't want to punish you. She merely wishes to tell you your new duties in the days ahead.”

“Duties? What duties?” Dread constricted my throat. Duties, whatever they were, would take me away from my rooms and safety. They'd put me in the eyes of the living nobles, and all of them hated me. Not because I was a peasant pretending to be one of them. Because it was my fault they had to bow to a dead queen. I didn't blame them. I hated me too.

Aubrey beamed at me. “Great events are on the horizon. Do you remember that the queen made overtures to our wealthy neighbor to the west?”

Only one county bordered Sweelough to the west. “Ahheleisa. But you said nothing would come of it. That the living were too superstitious to see a gift when the queen offered it.”

He waved a hand. “The living are cretins. But in this case, I was wrong.”

“I’m still alive, Aubrey,” I reminded him. For now. Every other night, I woke from nightmares that the queen had stripped me down to nothing but a ghost and dry old bones.

“Yes, yes. That doesn't matter. We have news now that an ambassador and his party are coming here to Asteraxe. In fact, they are nearly upon us. And so Queen Idony has plans for you. But she’ll tell you the details tonight, I am sure.” He patted my leg through my layers of skirts and petticoats. “Now, promise me you'll eat something.”

“I'll eat something,” I lied. But after he'd left and sent my maids in to check on me, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and tried to think of nothing. Thoughts kept sneaking in of a dead man's touch and a dead man's children, and I had no peace at all.

[lemongirl5910]

Rodrick headcanons

(note: this is my first fanfic I'm posting. ever. I hope yall like it. I am gonna have to hit yall with the 'English isn't my first language' just in case I made some mistakes, I have proof read it though. enjoy:) - lemon)

- when this guy first saw you. I swore he was left speechless. he just stared at you for a full minute before snapping out of it when you walked put from his sight

- he tries *very* hard to impress you. but fails miserably, a lot. you just think its cute though.

"Hey y/n, look at this!" he said as he tried, and failed to throw a peace of candy in his own mouth. you giggled and he felt a bit better about himself after that because he made you laugh. sorta...

- he remembers the most random things about you. like you mentioned you like a certain flavour of chips and he randomly bought it for you.

he knew you'd in the library reading. "Hey babe, I got you this," He said a little too loud, and they could hear an even louder "Shhh" from somewhere in the room. "aw thanks Rod" You smiled as you took the bag of chips.

"wanna get out of here?" you asked, and he grinned at you as he set down. "Nah, I'd rather stay here and let you read." omg he's so corny sometimes. you giggled "Rodrick you can't eat in the library..." he looked at you as he was about to open the bag of chips. "Okay, let's go." You giggled and packed your bag.

- sometimes you just catch him looking at you. he's not saying anything but you can feel his eyes staring at the side of you skull...

"Baby what are you doing?" I asked as you turned to him "Nothing love. you look so beautiful." you look down at that feeling your face heat up. "Oh shut up" He was still looking at you "No I mean it your so fucking beautiful I could look at you forever" He put his head on your lap and smiled up at you "Oh my gosh rodrick your so corny." you looked down. "you love it though." He grinned

- he makes you mixtapes. a lot of them. he mixes your and his favourite songs together to send you all these cute messages through the songs.

- he gives you a lot of recommendations on artists that he likes and gets so happy when you like them aswell. you can expect a new mixtape soon btw

- bro is 6'0 foot if your anything shorter then that he will make fun of you. he loves that he can put his head on top of yours, if you are not thy much shorter then him he wil find a way. idc he will find a way.

- he tells you about his band, maybe a bit too much. he's always talking about this new song they are writing, and you better believe that he's writing songs for/about you.

- he talks about you to his bandmates a lot too. they call him a simp and he glares at them for it. but deep down he knows..

- he showers because of you. before, he only showered when his mom forced him. Now he showers at least once a day because he wants to look and smell good for you.

- bro always has to be touching you one way or another. whether it's holding your hand our having an arm around your shoulder. he loves physical touch. a lot. sometimes he just comes up behind you and hugs you he will just stand there hugging you from behind.

- we know this guy sleeps... a lot. when you stay over you always wake up with him either laying on top of you or holding you tight with his face in your neck softly and or loudly snoring.

"Rodrick you're crushing me" you whine as you struggle to get away from under him. "hmm" He just hums and doesn't let go of you and just continues sleeping. you try to get out of his grasp. when you succeed he groans and wakes up with a pout. "Why are you leaving me" He whines as you get up. "I have to go to the bathroom ill be right back babe." He just stared at you as you left the room "ugh" He groans as he falls back on his pillow.

Hehe he loves youuu

thank you for reading more is definitely on the way!!

[aruthelocallibraryhermit]

The Bite Of 83 Was Not Caused By An Accidental Springlock Failure

I was reading the Fnaf wiki last night and I noticed something

The wiki seems to attribute the Crying Child's death to an accidental springlock failure caused by his tears loosening the mechanisms.

This is something that I've often seen used in theories and retellings of the bite, but this would not be feasibly possible.

This is due to one simple fact,

The springlock suits were in animatronic mode.

For a springlock failure to occur, the suits would need to be in suit mode, because, while in animatronic mode, all of the springlocks would be disengaged.

We know that the suits were in animatronic mode, because:

1. We have seen what a person wearing the Fredbear suit looks like, and the suit on stage is notably empty.

2. If someone was in the suit, you'd think they'd have the common sense to, at the very least, move away from the child being stuffed in their suit's mouth? Or stop the kids from doing it at all?

3. The bullies would probably have the basic knowledge to not try and pull a 'prank' right in front of an adult, and since we've established that you can see when someone is performing in Fredbear, the bullies probably wouldn't take that kind of risk.

4. We've seen what happens when springlocks fail with someone inside.

If there was somehow someone performing inside of Fredbear, the Crying Child's blood wouldn't be the only one that stained the suit.

With all this evidence, I believe I can safely say that the bite of 83 was not caused by an accidental springlock failure.

However there is still one more thing I'd like to discuss.

If the bite wasn't caused by an accidental springlock failure, how did the suit generate enough force to kill the Crying Child?

The way the springlocks work is that they push the various electronics aside, and lock them in place to make room for the wearer. The wearer is able to move around in the suit, despite all of the technology, meaning has to at least be light enough for your average adult the lift and move around in.

How does this relate?

If the suit is light enough to be worn, the weight of the upper head coming down would not be able to generate enough force to crush the Crying Child's skull like a potato chip.

It might hurt, or give him a concussion, but kiddo would not be cosplaying a pancake.

Therefore, in this scenario, there are only three feasible ways that the bite of 83 could have occurred:

A. William Afton and Henry Emily are idiots who decided it was a good idea to give their animatronics the bite force to crush skulls.

B. Someone tampered with the animatronic to give it the bite force to crush skulls.

Or C. Someone deliberately rewound the head springlocks (at the least) so it would have the bite force to crush skulls. (Though this is unlikely, as the suit probably wouldn't be able to perform in suit mode without a wearer)

While I am unsure of the motives to do so, (As the Fnaf timeline is a mess) I believe that the culprit was likely Afton, as he would have been one of the only ones at the time who knew how to work the springlock suits (Being one of the two designers).

I say Afton, because depending on where the events of Fnaf 4 take place, he could have multiple reasons.

He could have wanted to kill a child using it, or it could be a sort of test run for the funtimes, to see how effective murder via animatronic was.

The above is all speculation however, and is not based in facts. These are merely my musings and hold no merit to the theory. As of now, there is no substantial evidence to confirm or deny Afton's involvement in the bite.

Overall, the bite of 83 could not be caused by an accidental springlock failure, meaning either Afton and Emily were really stupid when designing the suits, or someone tampered with the Fredbear suit to make it deadly.

If I have missed any evidence, feel free to correct me!

Thank you for reading this theory, I hope you have a wonderful day.

[milkflavouredchair]

Im curious, how does Randy interact with everybody else? or how would you describe his personality in this AU? I'm very fond of dinamic changes and I need to know how the "having no friends" affected him

I'm a sucker for AUs I wish I had time to draw them all together YOUR AU ROCKSS

THANKS!! I LOVE TALKING ABOUT IT, AND IM GLAD OTHERS LIKE IT AS WELL!!!

Randy I'd say is still his upbeat self, just a little more... Crazy... And even though he didn't have friends growing up, instead of it making him socially awkward and unable to talk to people, I think it just made him REALLY bad at telling his own and others emotions (think entrapta from She-Ra).

I'd also like to list his interactions with others and what he thinks of them/what they think of him. (Little bit of a long list)

Viceroy - Randy sees Viceroy as a father figure of sorts. Viceroy was the one to pick him up when he was at his lowest, and for that he feels indebted to him (much to Viceroy's displeasure. Because to Viceroy, Randy also feels like his son, and he doesn't want him feeling like he's OBLIGATED to stay with him and work for McFist).

They have a good and strong relationship, and their idea of bonding is building robots to destroy the Ninja while laughing manically + bitching about McFist.

McFist - I already talked about their relationship, but they don't get along swimmingly, especially at first. They ATTEMPT to have a professional relationship, and they manage half the time.

Marci - Marci and Randy get along really well (which pisses McFist off) when they're together, which isn't much actually. Randy mainly visited the McFists when he was young (about 12) and Viceroy dragged him along. Now they really only see eachother sparingly during work hours (they love to chit-chat and catch up though).

Bash - They don't really know much about each other, but they know OF each other. The most they've ever really spoken was when McFist got tired of having to babysit Bash and just left him with Randy for a "playdate". (McFist deeply regretted this later, as Randy had managed to convince Bash to slip Turmeric into all his fancy soaps)

Howard - Howard and Randy are still VERY good friends in my AU. They first met eachother at "Greg's Game Hole" (or more accurately the "Food Hole") where they manage to strike up a conversation. Howard actually manages to find out Randy's homeschooled because of his attitude and weird questions.

After this revelation, Howard starts telling Randy EXTREMELY exaggerated things about what school like. They quickly exchanged numbers and become close friends. (And Viceroy is ECSTATIC that he's made a friend)

Julian - Randy got introduced to Julian through Howard. They both bond quickly because they both aren't really considered "normal" by most peoples standards. They were also both (in a sense) raised by the Internet, and know dumb, niche references Howard does not (he's not too happy to be left out of the joke).

(And because I'm a sucker for juliandy) I think Julian would develop a crush on Randy after some time, but because of Randy's stupid, lizard brain, Julian could literally be like "You're like the sun, your smile is so warm it could warm up even the coldest of hearts, and for that, I love you" and then Randy would say some shit like "Aww, you're my best friend too, Julian!" (He's trying, but his skull is EMPTY)

Julian was also VERY surprised to not only learn that his crushes dad was the one who kept trying to destroy him, but his crush TOO was trying to destroy him. (He gets along with Viceroy for Randy's sake)

Ninja - I feel like he wouldn't really have a hatred towards the ninja, more like "strange fixation" as he describes it (his ass does NOT know how a celebrity crush works).

And his love language is sending out killer robots <3

(ask if you want me to explain his relationship with someone who's not here, I will gladly do so)

[spitdrunken]

Deathly and morbidly curious about the Jack Horner noncon,,,, please elaborate

uhehehehheheHEHE FINALLY. thank you for being the willing victim of my whims, anon. blows u a kiss.

notes: noncon, size difference (Bad), jack horner is HORRIBLE and COMPLETELY unapologetic abt it. just like in canon <3

Jack Horner has hordes of people working for him, and legions more that want to. (Well, duh. The pay is great, but that's only because very few last longer than a paycheck or two, and fewer remain to collect their dues after 'resigning'.) This means that it's awfully easy to get away with abusing a few here and there, then dumping them by the wayside once he gets bored. There are plenty willing to take their place, after all.

The way he fucks you depends on both his mood, and the circumstances leading up to it. If you've fucked up an important job, or simply gotten in his way while he was already in a bad mood, it's anger that fuels him. He'll have your skull in a death grip to keep your body from jostling around while he's forcing his cock inside you- And he laughs at you once the entry gets a bit easier. See? Was that now so hard, huh? (Whether it's arousal that's slicking up your hole, or something else, that's an entirely different story. He's called 'Big' Jack Horner for a reason.)

The most likely reason he'll use one of his employees as a toy however, is mere boredom. A need for a distraction. Jack Horner is not a good guy. He knows this. Everyone knows this. If he can feel even more powerful for a little while, and even feel pleasure while doing so, that's a win-win in his eyes. This is how a random employee might have the displeasure of finding themselves bend over his desk, with not even a pay raise or anything promised in return.

He finds it funny if you struggle, until he doesn't. He'll roll his eyes, and clamp one of his hands around your body to keep you entirely still, while saying something like: Look. I'm trying to fuck you here? Not sure if you were able to tell. But, ah... I'd stay still from now on, if I were you. Or I might decide to do something else.

Long story short: Jack Horner is absolutely horrible, and I feel he would absolutely, definitely noncon. For funsies! He's evil, after all. I briefly considered the idea of a Reader who had some kinda twisted crush on him, and him playing along and then raping you... But I don't think Jack could get invested enough in something to actually follow through with that HAHA He has better things to do than that.

[13eyond13]

Hey! What do you think about Berserk’s secondary characters? Such as Judeau, Luca, or Skull Night? Who’s your most and least favorite?

Ooh, thanks for asking! THOUGHTS ABOUT THE MORE MINOR BERSERK CHARACTERS:

BAND OF THE FALCON/HAWK: So the members that made the biggest impression on me aside from Guts/Casca/Griffith, in order of how much I liked them, were:

1. JUDEAU: he was probably my next most favourite member of the Band. I thought he was pretty kind and emotionally intelligent - I liked his loyal/thoughtful/peaceful mediator vibe, and I always wanted to hear what he had to say about everybody else. I'm still not ok about what happens to him in the end, it was one of the most emotionally upsetting parts of The Eclipse to me for sure...

2. RICKERT: He started standing out to me way more post-Eclipse as a character when he starts having to make more decisions on his own. I love the ways he's dealing with his grief and I was very proud of him whenever he stood up to Griffith, hahaha. I'm really interested in seeing what part he's going to play in the finale of the story, too...

3. PIPPIN: the only scene I can really remember about Pippin now is when he literally picks up Guts and drags him down to force him to hang out with everybody else, which was great. Hahaha I liked him, but I don't remember a whole lot else about him other than that? I think that he was pretty quiet most of the time.

4. CORKUS: He's probably the one you're kinda supposed to not like as much as the others in the group, as he's pretty abrasive at times. He added some spice to things for sure, and I could see why he might feel negatively about Guts, and some of the stuff he says made for interesting contrasts to the positivity/comradery going on otherwise. I didn't feel a ton of love for him at any point, but also I don't think he deserved what he ended up getting in the end either, of course...

BLACK SWORDSMAN PARTY:

1. PUCK: I'm attached to him quite a bit simply because of how much he was with us in the beginning / during the parts where Guts was wandering around all surly and angry and alone. I think he sort of gets reduced to only comic relief a bit much in the later parts of the story, but he definitely kept me going through some of the darker and more nihilistic parts with his cuteness and kindness and the way he always pointed out the stuff that was at times bugging or concerning me about Guts, hahah. Also, I love whatever weird thing he has going on with the Behelit, hahaha. It's like his little pet... feeding it cheese...

2. SCHIERKE: OK so I was kind of like OHHHNOOO at first about the kid characters permanently joining Guts traveling party, because I didn't really want the story to start attempting to pander to kids a bunch when it's so clearly adult in subject matter and themes and tone much of the time. But Schierke definitely grew on me more over time, especially in the scenes where she's interacting with Guts alone - I think her witch powers are pretty impressive, her quiet/nervous personality is usually cute, and her crush on Guts is endearing as well, haha - the way she's self-aware that it's because "he's an adult who paid attention to me, and I liked it" reminds me of the kind of things I would've been saying at that age myself. I was always trying to be serious and sensible and cautious and adult all the time as a kid about such stuff, too...

3. FARNESE: She had some of the most dramatic and interesting character development of any of the characters in the entire series, I would say. Thinking about who she was when we first met her versus who she ends up becoming later on is pretty impressive. I especially like how hard she works at humbling herself, learning new things and opening herself up to new people and new ways of thinking and being, even though she also feels completely useless and incompetent at it much of the time.

4. SERPICO: I feel almost like I'd have to reread the story to really get a handle on this character better, because he often slipped into the background for me? I think his fights with Guts were pretty interesting, but otherwise he just didn't really resonate that strongly with me or stand out to me that much, and I never felt that attached to him at any point tbh

5. IVALERA: sassy and cute, but I don't have that much else to say about her

6. ISIDRO: My least favourite of the bunch, because he often actively irritates me whenever he's on the page, and the comic relief he's supposed to provide never really hits the mark for me. I feel like he just throws off the tone of the story a lot with all the loudmouthed insecure spunkiness, like he's out of place and was meant to exist in a Shonen series like Naruto or something else instead, haha. IDK... maybe I'd warm up to him more and see why he's necessary to include more upon a second read...

OTHER NOTABLES: 1. SKULL KNIGHT: I love him a lot, haha. He's got such an oddly chill and polite vibe for what a dramatic and scary-looking presence he has. He definitely can feel very plot-devicey as a character at times, but it doesn't mean I'm not always glad to see him whenever he shows up, and I think his personal history with the Berserker Armour is pretty interesting as well

2. NOSFERATU ZODD: I like him quite a bit too... definitely the most chill of the monsters to me, haha. Chill is almost always a plus to me, especially when the character is otherwise a bit larger than life

3. LUCA: I liked her! One of the more palatable characters in that arc. Was glad she was watching out for Casca like she was...

4. CHARLOTTE: I worry about her, but I feel for her too! The fanart she kept making of Griffith made me lol tbh.. I hope nothing too bad happens to her now that she's actually hitched to him...

[keiachi-chan]

Digimon adventure hot takes with little to no elaboration! (Mostly 02)

Warning I get VERY heated about certain things. Feel free to ask me about any of these takes if you want to have a RESPECTFUL convo about it.

Fuck 02 Tk oh my god this stupid insensitive BITCH (I'd still kiss his face!!)

DAMMIT they ruined Kari. (I'd still marry her!!)

Yolei is every 14 year old girl (And I never really liked her????)

Cody can do no wrong he could literally bash my skull in and I'd take him for ice cream after <333 This is not a hot take I just love him to death

Piedmon could've been a great ally if it wasn't for the absolutely abusive "father" that was Apocalymon. Like Piedmon was CREATED to be evil and then nobody ever told them otherwise bc they couldn't!! that's not their fault!! (Its yours >:[ /j)

SORATO MAKES NO SENSE. (Taiora makes the smallest amount of sense if you squint REALLY fucking hard.)

Given the context we get, kenyako is a toxic relationship!! First of all, its parasocial, at least at first. Its like if I ended up dating that one tiktoker who makes cute songs about her cat and rainbow slug sensory toys. I have NO clue who she is! Yolei has a celebrity crush, and even ends up more or less HATING him at some point! They hardly interact and I'm supposed to believe that they're just together now? BULLSHIT!

If Myotismon was a human he'd either be a womanizer or a child predator. The second option is mostly just vibes (and also Kay remembering traumatic events involving his older cousin.)

Devimon was hardly a villain he just seemed like a very smart dude who accidentally made his creative outlet mind control

Tk should punch Ken one more time for good measure (I hate seeing Ken hurt but smack him again)

In an attempt to make the 01 kids (+Tk & Kari) seem "more mature now," Toei just made all the ones who get screentime at all fucking assholes (except Izzy he is still perfect)

Koumi makes no sense to me!! Why???? Its just the geek/popular girl troupe how dare you (maybe its better in tri but I will never know because I will never watch Tri I think)

If Koushirou was a villain the others would not stand a FUCKING chance HE STRAIGHT UP HACKED INTO HIS DIGIMON TO MAKE IT DIGIVOLVE they would die in a SECOND

Takari is too cliche for me to even begin caring about

THE 02 KIDS ARE SO FUCKING MEAN THEY LEAVE DAVIS ON A FUCKING ISLAND AND BULLY HIM ALL THE TIME AND WHEN HE GETS HIS GOLDEN DIGIEGG THEN THEY RESPECT HIM

THIS is my most.. passionate take and I will DIE ON THIS HILL. DAVIS IS A WONDERFUL CHARACTER IN AN UNFITTING SITUATION!!

HE IS A 12 YEAR OLD BOY WHO SUDDENLY HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD, AND IS THROWN INTO THE SPOTLIGHT TO BE BERATED FOR NOT KNOWING THE INS AND OUTS OF THE DIGITAL WORLD OR HAVING THE MATURITY TO ADAPT RIGHT OF THE BAT

JUST WEEKS AGO HE WAS PLAYING SOCCER AND GETTING BULLIED BY HIS SISTER AND NOW HE HAS TO SAVE THE WORLD? AND PEOPLE STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO EVEN THINK ABOUT HATING HIM? BULLSHIT!!

You may argue. "but Kay!!" You say. "Yolei and Cody and Ken are more mature!" You whine. "And your art is really cool!" You compliment

Well, first of all thanks, and second of all let me make something clear

Cody was RAISED to be like that™

Yolei has several siblings and has to help run a store! Of course she has to be mature!!

Ken? his goddamn brother died dude. Trauma forces you to grow up way too fast.

Don't even get me STARTED on the angel tamers If you try to make that argument against Davis using THOSE two, who were trapped in the digital world before, you're so mean!!

Davis lived a normal life before all this! He just grew up with the normal responsibilities and household and everything of a 12 year old! He's just a normal kid in a dangerous situation! Are you going to HATE a child for BEING A CHILD? Holy fuck dude!!!

I WILL DIE DEFENDING DAVIS HE IS THE MOST REALISTIC CHILD CHARACTER AND PEOPLE HATE HIM BECAUSE HE'S NOT MENTALLY 20

Anyways uhh if I come up with anything else I'll put it in a reblog

@tangledupblue you wanted to see this post I think-? Sorry if not

Oh also this one will get me hung; I like Taishirou better than Taito. Lol lmao.

[borathae]

When Hoseok stood up for Jungkook, I was prepared for a fight between him and Jimin. I'm so happy we got to see this side of him! Are we going to see more of this side from him and Jin?

I'd like to say the entire violence scene between Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin was INCREDIBLE! I was rooting for Yoongi all the time, and part of me wishes he had crushed their skull (sorry ;)).

Also, the Namjoon theories everyone has been making are so good! But I do think Jimin can be that manipulative by himself. I'd say Namjoon found out Jimin was alive, went after him, made a deal about getting the ring back, then Jimin manipulated Tae into telling OC that he missed compelling her and got the ring afterwards. Next, he gave it to Charles, whom we know has evil tendencies and could be working for Namjoon. Only then, with a witch's magic on his finger, could he search for Yaeji and have a better chance at fighting other vampires. But this would only make sense if the ring worked for vampires. It does, right? Extra comment: I would love to have MV!Yoongi as my partner. I wouldn't need anything else, just him, an unlimited supply of fruits and a bed.

We are going to see more of protective 2seok, besties we are going down together 😩😩

ALSO THANK YOU OMFMGM actions scenes are not my forté so that's very nice to read hehehehe

Also, the Namjoon theories everyone has been making are so good! But I do think Jimin can be that manipulative by himself.

I agree with this take as well. I also think that Jimin can be manipulative by himself 😶

BRUURURURURU YOUR NAMJOON THEORY I AM SCREAMINGNGNFN I AM LOVING ALL THESE THEORIES PLEASE KEEP THEM COMINGNGNGN

Extra comment: I would love to have MV!Yoongi as my partner. I wouldn't need anything else, just him, an unlimited supply of fruits and a bed.

I fucKING FEEL YOU OMFG FADSFJ

[undertale-writing-times]

I want to know about Nightmare and Blue's children! What would they do if a love interest of theirs came up to them one day with a bouquet of flowers?

And perhaps a basket of their favourite sweets, plus a brief message of: "I - uh - I just wanted you to know that I really like you and I'd love it if you'd go out on a date with me- but- but only if you want to, of course!"

My boys! :D(and girls)

I will say I have been thinking about adding new kids.

Midnight: Midnight most likely has to look down at you when you came over, tilting his head to the side then smiles putting his hand over his mouth, "Oh?" He was… shocked, honestly? Nobody has ever confessed their attraction to him before! With a little giggle, he takes the flowers and nuzzles his cheek against them, "I would love that, Y/n. I don't think I could ever turn you down" you two share the treats that you got him. He loves himself some chocolate covered strawberries!

Blackberry: Blackberry stares at you while you were talking, a small frown on his face. Don't ask him how he fell for you, he has no idea! There was no reason for him to have done so, but he did, and now you were confessing. He clicks his teeth together, looking off to the side. "You want to go on a date with me?" he asks, then breathes out slowly and takes the flowers, a relaxed smile on his face, "I… would greatly enjoy that, Y/n." He lowers his head, "Thank you" You helped him see that not everyone was out to get him.

Horror Story: Horror Story looks at you with a big eyesocket, the other covered in a deep blue goop. "Y-You…" he clears his throat, looking away, "Why would I want to do that?" he shuts his mouth tight, then takes the flowers and sweets, mumbling, "Of course I would, get over here" he's having a hard time admiting his feelings but he REALLY likes you! He loves that you don't fear him but you treat him well, and you're sweet to him. He's always scared of people treating him bad or something of that sort.

Periwinkle: "Of course I would love to!" She squeals, taking the flowers and treats in one of her arms, and hugs you with the other one, nuzzling her skull against your face. She's so happy! She's had a crush on you for a while, and she's been planning on asking you out but kinda forgetting so this was perfect! She's so happy.

Sleeper: Sleeper looks at you with sleepy eyes. Her eyesockets only halfway open, before getting a small relaxed smile, "I've known you've liked me for a while, Y/n. You haven't been hiding it that well" she takes the flowers, nuzzling her face into them. They were her favorite type! Lavender. "We can go out, it'll be fun" she's not that impressed but finds you cute, so hey, why not try?

Eclipse: Eclipse wanted to tell you no, and tell you to screw off. He had a crush on you, yes, but… you can't come out of nowhere and say that! Ahhhh! He, instead, breathes out slowly to calm himself down, blushing dark. The goop hid that, luckily. "You can't just come over to tell me that out of nowhere" He snaps, and takes the flowers, looking down at them. He turns his head away, moving one of his tentacles around your waist to pull you closer, mumbling, "Of course I'll go on a date with you, just give a damn warning next time"

Babybat: He gasps and before you could even finish what you're saying, he tackles you in a hug, his wings flapping happily, "Of course!" he nuzzles his face against yours, squeaking happily. His eyes were so bright and he looked excited. He might not have really knocked you over, depending on how much you could hold. He doesn't weigh anything pretty much.

[stesierra]

I am posting this again (my pride and joy) because now I know how to do that read more thing so all the people who hate long chunks of text don't want to kill me! Also, last time I didn't put up the full first chapter! So... Here it is again.

The Bone Queen

Chapter 1

When I fell in love with Aubrey, I never thought I'd dream of killing him one day. Why would I? He was already dead.

Now, two years after he’d won my heart with lies, we stood alone in my dimly lit parlor, between its lion-footed couches all in pine green and gold and blood red, Queen Idony’s colors. The golden tapestries that thickly coated the walls depicted Bandrum Palace as seen from the streets of Asteraxe: a many-floored edifice that sprawled across the top of a hill, half hidden behind a mighty wall.

The enormous skirts of my dress weighed me down like I was dragging my own casket around. The bodice hugged my ribs and the corset I didn't need, embellished with lace and embroidered birds, and the sleeves poofed around my skinny arms. It left my scrawny shoulders bare, and even with the fire that crackled in my fireplace, the winter air inside the palace chilled me.

The dress was ivory. The same ivory as my fiancé’s bones.

He clenched my hand, his icy finger bones pinching my skin, and his touch revolted me. But I didn't draw away. I'd learned by now that there was no escape. What point was there in trying? Besides, I deserved this unhappiness. I'd brought it upon myself. Upon the entire kingdom of Sweelough.

When I'd met Aubrey, he'd been nothing but a handsome ghost on Lake Langlyn’s shores. But since I'd freed him—freed them all—he’d become something more. Not alive, even Queen Idony couldn't do that, but she'd given him back his skeleton with which to wield swords and write notes and touch my vulnerable skin. His ghost hadn't gone anywhere; it wrapped around his skeleton like transparent flesh around bones. Now, when I looked into his face, I saw both sharp gray eyes and yawning sockets, both a full, cleanshaven mouth and a skull’s grinning teeth. And the clothes his ghost wore echoed the very real doublet and hose he'd pulled over his bones. Green and red and gold, of course. He honored the queen in everything he did.

He bent close to me, brushing the top of my fashionable tower of hair with his jawbone. He stank of potpourri and dust. “Tell me you love me, Elise.”

I said nothing, just breathed and thought about hitting his bones over and over again with a hammer. In my mind, he crumbled into bits, nothing but ashes in a grave. Of course, it was a fantasy; no one could kill someone who was already dead. I knew because so many people had died trying. Because I had hit him with an axe down on the shore of Lake Langlyn, and it had only torn his clothes.

He said again, “We are to marry in a month. Tell me you love me. Smile at me and say my name, the way you used to.”

“Aubrey,” I said. I didn't love him, but what good would it do to tell him again, when he would only yell at me? It was pointless. Everything was pointless.

His ghostly eyes narrowed, and he crushed my hands in his. “Smile, Elise. Thank me for taking you to wife. For when we met, you were nothing but a serf too stupid to write her own name. Now look at you. Aren't you grateful?”

Tears stung my eyes. When I'd met him, at sixteen, I'd been happy. I'd had parents and four brothers who loved me, and it hadn't mattered that none of us knew how to read or write. What did farmers need letters for? Now, two years later, life was meaningless, and it didn't matter that the tutors he'd forced on me had taught me to scribble my name and read a handful of poems.

Aubrey sighed and leaned down to kiss the back of my hand. For a horrifying second, his lips passed through me, and his teeth brushed my skin. “I'm sorry, Elise. I know I push you too hard. You'll be a good wife. Docile and obedient. Quiet. A good mother to my children.”

If I was docile and quiet, it was only because I'd given up. But his last sentence made me whip my head up. “Children? What do you mean, children?”

He smiled up at me, his spectral mouth matching the grinning teeth of his skull. “Why, Elise, didn't you think I would want a heir?”

“Why would you?” I cried. “Lady Kinburg tells everyone how she had no choice but to hang her descendents when she came back, because they wouldn't return her lands. The dead don't want heirs. You're planning to rule forever. Aren't you?”

“Of course,” my fiancé agreed, straightening up. “But I would still want children. Offspring who will love and admire me, just as you do.”

Unless they inherited my ability to see and hear ghosts, all the children would see was a skeleton that couldn't even talk to them. They wouldn't admire him. They'd fear him, just like I did. Somehow, that didn't matter, not when there was a bigger issue. “Aubrey, you're dead. You can't sire children. It's impossible. Are you planning to have some living man bed me?”

He scoffed, reaching up to seize my chin. “I'll kill any man who lays a finger on you. You're mine. Forever.”

I ripped my face out of his grip. “If we adopt children, they won't be able to see you.” No other living person in Asteraxe, the capital of Sweelough, saw and heard the dead like I did. They just saw skeletons, awful and deadly. It was my gift and my curse to see more. A curse that had doomed me and all of Sweelough.

He let me retreat to sit upon one of the couches. “But children born of your body will, my love. And it's not impossible. Do you have so little faith in the queen? In one month, on the day of our wedding, she will cast spells upon me to give me the ability to lie with you. With her magic, she'll quicken my seed in your belly. And nine months later, you'll bear me a perfect son.”

Aubrey was going to have sex with me. He was going to force me to bear his child. My thoughts ran in terrified, anguished circles. My limbs grew weak, and I sank into my couch. I wanted to vomit all over his pointed shoes. If I could've, I'd have bolted out into the halls of the palace and straight out the front doors. Running for my life had never sounded more appealing.

But the queen's magic brand wrapped my ankle like a jagged red tattoo, and even now I felt it burning against my skin. She'd promised me, when she enchanted me two years ago, that if I ever tried to escape, it would punish me. And Aubrey had stood beside her, smiling because I could never leave him.

“You look faint, my love,” Aubrey said, stepping up close to me. “Come to dinner tonight. Sit at my side and display your beauty to all the court.”

“I'm not hungry,” I said, and it was true. I was never hungry, and after the horrible news he’d just dropped on me, I might never be hungry again. If I accompanied Aubrey to the Great Hall, where the nobility gathered over feasts of roast beef and fish and fresh fruit, I would only sit uneating in front of plenty, just like all the dead who wanted to pretend that they were still alive. Aubrey couldn't eat, being nothing but bones. I had a stomach and all the equipment needed, but I'd lost my appetite with my family, and now that he’d threatened to impregnate me, it was doubly gone.

He took my hand and kissed it again. “Very well. I will send your maids in to tend to you. But after dinner, I will come fetch you. Queen Idony wishes to speak with you.”

My stomach dropped, and I tore my hand out of his. “What? Why? I haven't done anything wrong.”

He patted my cheek, and his bones were so cold that surely they'd never belonged to a living man. “Fear not, Elise. She doesn't want to punish you. She merely wishes to tell you your new duties in the days ahead.”

“Duties? What duties?” Dread constricted my throat. Duties, whatever they were, would take me away from my rooms and safety. They'd put me in the eyes of the living nobles, and all of them hated me. Not because I was a peasant pretending to be one of them. Because it was my fault they had to bow to a dead queen. I didn't blame them. I hated me too.

Aubrey beamed at me. “Great events are on the horizon. Do you remember that the queen made overtures to our wealthy neighbor to the west?”

Only one county bordered Sweelough to the west. “Ahheleisa. But you said nothing would come of it. That the living were too superstitious to see a gift when the queen offered it.”

He waved a hand. “The living are cretins. But in this case, I was wrong.”

“I’m still alive, Aubrey,” I reminded him. For now. Every other night, I woke from nightmares that the queen had stripped me down to nothing but a ghost and dry old bones.

“Yes, yes. That doesn't matter. We have news now that an ambassador and his party are coming here to Asteraxe. In fact, they are nearly upon us. And so Queen Idony has plans for you. But she’ll tell you the details tonight, I am sure.” He patted my leg through my layers of skirts and petticoats. “Now, promise me you'll eat something.”

“I'll eat something,” I lied. But after he'd left and sent my maids in to check on me, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and tried to think of nothing. Thoughts kept sneaking in of a dead man's touch and a dead man's children, and I had no peace at all.

My maids haunted the room for a while, waiting for me to make my will known. When I said nothing, Amphelisia asked tentatively, “Can we fetch you something from the kitchen, my lady?”

I opened my eyes and looked at them. To anyone else living, the three of them would look identical: three skeletons in humble black dresses that covered them from neck to ankle. They were lucky; they didn't have to wear enormous skirts that barely fit through a doorway, and since they were just maids, nobody required them to have towers of hair. The dead noblewomen wore wigs; my maids left their skulls bare except for tendrils of transparent hair.

To me, who could see ghosts, I couldn't possibly mistake one maid for another. Amphelisia’s face was round and as bright as her voice, Lettice’s face was angular and always vaguely worried, and Ysoria had a strong square jaw and a matter-of-fact tone that sometimes made me feel like a small child. Their names had been the height of fashion in Sweelough two hundred years ago, when Queen Idony had ruled for the first time, but no living woman had borne them in a hundred years.

When I didn't say anything, Ysoria said, “You got a present, my lady.” She held out a plain wooden box the size and thickness of my hand.

I stared at her. “From Aubrey?” No one else would send me anything, but he always gave me his presents in person. He'd presented me the necklace of gold and emeralds that currently weighed down my throat just last week, before worship. I took the box. It barely weighed a thing.

“The boy that delivered it didn’t say.”

“Then it’s not from Aubrey. He loves to put his name on things.” Things like me. I opened the box and peeked in.

A chain of silver skulls coiled inside, rubies where their eyes should be, just long enough for my wrist. I stared at it. No, this wasn’t from Aubrey. God knew Aubrey would never send me something to remind me he was already dead. This was a comment from somebody rich, but what sort of comment was it? A joke? An insult? A threat? It couldn’t just be from an admirer, not with those skulls.

“What should we do with it?” Lettice asked me.

I shrugged. “Put it with my other jewelry. I'll figure out where it came from later.”

“Later,” Ysoria agreed, snatching it out of my hands. “After you've had dinner. You can't skip anymore meals, Lady Cropper! You'll wither away to nothing.”

I sighed. “All right. Something green, though. I'm tired of eating twenty kinds of meat.”

Amphelisia wrung her hands. “But, my lady, that is how the nobility eats.”

“Well, I'm a peasant, and I miss vegetables.” I rubbed a hand across my eyes. “Please. Something green.”

“All right,” Ysoria said softly. “We'll be back with that in a jiffy. Why don't you work on your lessons? The Duke of Winworth will surely be pleased if you can read him a poem.”

I couldn't care less about whether Aubrey was pleased. But I picked up the poetry book that sat on the little table in between my couches and opened it to where a blue ribbon had preserved my place. Poetry was a woman's art in Sweelough, although everyone said that the poets who'd written the Book of Souls were men blessed by God. I'd never be holy enough to hold that book. Even if I hadn't been a peasant and nearly illiterate, I'd brought a war down on Sweelough, caused the death of thousands and gotten Queen Alma deposed. I never prayed to God or Othin anymore, even though I attended worship every Othiday. Why would either of them listen to me?

By the time Ysoria returned with a wooden trencher, I'd only read three lines of the poem and worked myself into an awful state. The juicy white pork on the trencher must have come from the royal cooks, but the winter cabbage and onions had probably been fixed for the servants. The nobles would never touch anything so pitiful. It was perfect, and I almost didn't mind that I wasn't hungry.

I shoved the book aside and took the trencher right there on the couch. The cabbage tasted a little bitter, but cabbage was like that sometimes.

My maids watched me eat as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world. I wished they'd say something. Anything to distract me from the awful process of swallowing.

On the last bite, my lips and tongue tingled and went numb. I could no longer tell if I still held the mouthful of cabbage. I spat it onto my trencher. The mush looked normal, but the numbness spread across my face, and my skin crawled all over my body as if it were about to rip free and drag itself away.

“Ysoria?” I slurred. “Something’s wrong.”

@anonymousfoz

@moremysteriesthantragedies

@elizababie

@sm-writes-chaos

@bellascarousel

[mynameiskpop]

Say My Name Part 3. Freeze

Information: I don't own the characters in these scenarios. A fun thing to do.

Adam Park X Reader

I started to walked down the steps of the Ernie's juice cafe and head over to the floor.

(Y/N) Adam said

I look up at Adam. Hi Adam. I smiled brightly at him. Your shoe lace is untie. (Y/N) said

I look at the ground. It's always like that. Adam said

Hey Dweebs. What made you come into our practice of our martial arts. Bulk said

I watch Bulk get up from the ground and Skull getting up from the ground a minute behind. I face them. Tommy, just wants to help you guys. Give him a chance. (Y/N) said

Yeah, give me a chance. Tommy said

Get her. Bulk said

I grab Bulk arm and flipped him over my shoulder. I watch as Skull try to attack me. But, I saw a left hand front of my face. Adam.(Y/N) said

I watch as Bulk was flipped over (Y/N) shoulder. Than, I saw Skull about to attack (Y/N). I put my left hand in front of her face. Then, I heard her say my name. Adam said.

You're going to get it. Skull said.

Adam Pov

I put my left arm on her right shoulder and pulled (Y/N) close to my chest.

I look up and saw myself very close to Adam chest.

Look, Kimberly. Aisha said

I look and saw Adam holding (Y/N) close to his chest. This is very new to him. Kimberly said

I'd never seen him do that before. Until,today. Aisha said

They look so cute together. I can relate between those two with Tommy. Kimberly said.

This is actually the first that I'd had seen him do this with a girl. Aisha said.

I turn and look back at Aisha. He still blushing til this day when they met. Kimberly said.

He kept talking about her. Nonstop. He is definitely has a crush on her. Aisha said.

That is agreeable. Kimberly said.

Are you alright,(Y/N)? Adam said

I look up from his chest to his gummy smile and his brown eyes. I'm good, Adam. (Y/N) said. I just didn't want to see you hurt. That's why I stand up and walk over here and did that trick to Bulk; so he wouldn't hurt you and your friends. (Y/N) said

I broke the hug from Adam. I froze.

I will get you next time. I don't know, who you are or what your name is but, your on my list. Bulk said

Yeah, hehehe. Skull said

I watch them started to make that comment towards me. I freeze. I watch Bulk and Skull walk away from us.

Don't worry about that (Y/N). Billy said. They have done that same comment towards us too. Billy said.

Pretty much. Rocky said

Thank you for helping us. With that situation. Tommy said.

I just didn't want to see my friends hurt by those boys. I look at Adam.

Why are you looking at me? Adam said

I want to. (Y/N) said. I walked away from the boys. I sat back down in the chair next to Kimberly and Aisha. I feel embarrassed because I couldn't say anything else to Adam. (Y/N) said. I look at my English(Language arts) book.

You're not the only one. It happens to everyone. I put my hand on her shoulder. Aisha said.

Only couple of words come out of my mouth. I feel like my words could be much longer for him. But, I loss my words later on. Hmm,? (Y/N) said

It's not your fault,(Y/N). Kimberly said.

Twenty five minutes have pass.

I kept looking at my essay's and my answers for my homework. I heard a beeper going off.

(Y/N), We have to go my mom is asking me to come home for a errand job with Kimberly. If you get stuck on a question let me know,alright. Aisha said

I will let you know. I watch them walk away. I got up from my chair and saw the boys gone too. I pointed my fingers to left to right in a stand still position. I put my papers in my book. I close my books. Hey Ernie. I'm going to head out. If the guys and the girls comeback here. Can you tell them I went home? (Y/N) said

I will tell them that. Ernie said.

I waved bye to Ernie. I started to walk out the door. I kept walking down the sidewalk and went to the park. I saw gray creatures,a monster,and color costumes. I walk behind the wooden fence. I saw a small hole in the fence. I put my books down on the ground. I got up and I watched color costumes them destroying the gray creatures. I put my hand ball and shook at the same time and said Yes. (Y/N) said

I heard a yes from a far. (Y/N). Adam said. As the henchmen keep coming our way. I saw one henchmen walking away from us. Hey!, Get back here you putty patrol.

I kept watching the colors and the henchmen fighting from the wooden fence hole. Z gray henchmen. I look at my right sleeve and pull it back down. Then, I look up and saw a gray face in front me. I scream loud. (Y/N) said. I look at the monster.

Just the person I been looking for a vessel. To take the crush. Monster said.

Get away from her. I put my arm out. Adam said. I ran and the monster grab (Y/N) arm and teleport away from me. Nooo, Adam said. (Y/N). Adam said

We watch as the monster took (Y/N) away from us and Adam.

Don't worry, Adam. We will get her back. Kimberly said

Noo, (Y/N) Adam said.

I look around a creepy cave. Adam. (Y/N) said. What are you going to do with me, monster?(Y/N) said

You're a vessel. Monster said

Vessel? (Y/N) said

Lord Zedd, sent me down to take Adam from you. I transform into a girl. My name is Sabrina. You stay here for now on. Sabrina said. I walked away.

Adam. I like you, Adam.(Y/N) said

[liviavanrouge]

Livia walked beside Epel and Ortho, a grin on her face as she chatted away with them. She laughed, Epel complaining about how Vil started criticizing some of his apple carvings. "I feel like that's gonna be a new level of petty now!"Epel complained. "Poor you!"Livia laughed. Ortho giggled, Livia giving him a small grin. "Ms!" She turned, finding Neige hurrying towards her with daisy's in hand. "You're Neige"Livia says being polite, making sure to hide her disgust. "My Princess knows my name"Neige beamed. "HAHAHAHAHA!! MY PRINCESS?! HAHAAHA!"Epel cackled hugging his stomach. Livias eyes twitched, wondering if anyone would notice if Neige appeared with a few broken teeth and bruises. "I-I'm Livia Vanrouge"Livia says almost gagging at having to tell a hero her name.

"Livia...such a beautiful name, it matches you well, you're gorgeous"Neige smiled. Her eye twitched again, wanting to drop kick this boy back to where he came from. "I brought you daisys!"Neige smiled. "I like roses better, but thank you"Livia says taking the flowers. Neige nodded, clearly making a mental note about what she said. "Ooooo! Liv ha got a boyfriend~~ yer gon' be in a heap of hay when we get back!"Epel teased. "Mind the accent Epel, before I snitch to Vil and big brother..."Livia frowned. "ALRIGHT!"Epel gasped. He covered his mouth, Neige chuckling. "I was wondering Liv, if we could meet up some time"Neige smiled. "First, don't call me Liv I don't know you that well and second, I don't think I'd have enough time to go out with a hero I just met out of the blue"Livia says.

"Besides, I'm gonna be busy all week, Monday I'm gonna be modeling with Vil, practice for me, Tuesday it's my Hunting Lesson with Rook, Wednesday I'm baking with Trey and some more Hunt lessons with Leona this time...Thursday I'm doing fashion designing with Crewel and Vil and Friday, Vil will model by designs"Livia says. "You're....gonna be with Vil most of the week I see"Neige says forcing a smile. "Of course I am, Vil is one of my favorite people!"Livia giggled looking quite proud. "He's the best model ever, to me nobody is better!"Livia smiled. "And the best thing, I'm gonna get to have him as a big brother! My brother, Golden, is dating Vil and they made a swear to get married one day!"Livia beamed. Neige stared at her, his smile staring to fade away. "Well anyway, I can't meet up up with you"Livia says.

"I see, what about a little hangout right now..."Neige nodded. "Get it through your skull please, she doesn't wanna be around you"Epel muttered under his breath. Livia smacked him with her tail, Epel yelping. Neige stared at them both, watching them bicker. "Uhm"Neige says stepping forward. "Don't come any closer." Livia looked behind her, finding Leona there a disgusted look on his face. "Why are you sticking around Little Hunter"Leona demanded. Livia snorted, looking amused. "I just wanted to speak with her"Neige responded politely. Leona snorted and beckoned to Livia, stalking away to do hunting practice. Livia looked at Neige, then grabbed his hands beaming at him. "I'll keep Mondays clear, but not tomorrow the Monday after that! We can hang out until the sunset"Livia grinned.

"That sounds great!"Neige beamed nodding. She waved to him, Epel and Ortho following as she hurried after Leona. "What cunning plan do you have in mind"Leona grinned. "Eh..Neige needs to learn his charms won't work on everyone, I'm just gonna give him a little taste of heart break"Livia grinned. She crushed the daisys Neige gave her, letting them fall to the ground. "Heros should learn their place"Livia grinned. "Ah, I am so proud of you!"Leona laughed. "I learned from the most cunning dorm leader I know!"Livia smirked. Leona laughed again, and patted her head. Che'Nya stared shocked, then frowned looking disturbed as he vanished to go warn Neige. Livia flicked her ears and grinned, glancing at where Che'Nya had just been. "Looks like my plan has started~~"Livia giggled.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Our Doll 8//fighting in the sky

B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?

sequel Series to Their Doll

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse

Chapter Summary | the Sokovia fight ends a little...differently.

Warnings | violence, blood, bullet wounds, death, swearing

A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Bucky was still on the floor, y/n crouched at his side with a hand cupping his cheek and a concerned look dancing across her eyes. She'd got him propped against a table leg nearby as he'd groaned and winced with pain, flesh hand covering the wound in his shoulder as his breathing got heavier.

Whilst y/n made a fuss, the argument continued and got heated. But she refused to leave him, so much so that when Steve tried to check on them she told him to deal with Tony and that she had Bucky. Or even when Thor arrived, ready to set her dad's plan in motion, of which he did. So now, there was a floating, living computer less than two meters away as Bruce tended to the wound.

They were going to find Ultron tomorrow. Save the world, etc etc. But for now, y/n was much to concerned for her boyfriend who she knew would've healed completely by the end of the hour. Steve knelt down beside her, taking a hold of y/n's free hand and placing a gentle kiss to it before offering her a smile.

"How're you doin', buck?" Steve said softly, looking into the super soldier's cerulean eyes. The brunet offered him a small smile, lips tugging up.

"I'm doin' okay, Stevie." He hummed, before his lips were smothered in a sweet kiss. Y/n still felt a tingle of warmth run down her spine every time she saw them kiss. It was passionate, despite lacking lust in the current situation, and still made a weak pang of arousal crawl down y/n's spine.

"I love you two, so much." Bruce had retreated by this point, so only y/n, Bucky, and Steve were left sat on the floor. Both men before her smiled widely, and Steve leant to give y/n a kiss to the forehead.

"We love you too." Bucky said, and y/n nodded with a tear in her eye. "We'll survive this; we always do."

...

When the cobbles began splintering, and the ground began shaking, and the buildings began crumbling, all I could do was gasp. Sharp and quiet, the sound barely reaching the ears of those around me as I froze in place from where I'd been ushering a group of children towards the bridge.

We'll survive this; we always do.

Then followed the screams. Shock, fear, pain. The beeping of cars, shattering of glass, clanging of metal, thudding off rubble. Even as those around me fussed - backed away from the edge - I stayed frozen. Eyes locked on the earth we were leaving behind, ears perked at the sound of snapping metal and breaking rock. We were going up, and there was nothing we could do about it.

"Sokovia's going for a ride." FRIDAY's voice echoed through the comm, but the words barely fell on my ears as I remained locked, paralysed.

"Y/n!" Sam's voice ripped me from my trance, his slender arms wrapping over my shoulder as he knocked me down just in time. We rolled onto the floor, his wings breaking our fall against the stone and cocooning us. The sound of an explosion pulled my head up, Clint stood facing us with his bow out - no arrow loaded.

My eyes drifted then, settling on the shards of metal around us and I figured out what happened.

"T-thanks." I mumbled, grabbing Clint's hand as he offered it.

"No problem. Now get you're head in the game, y/n. We're really gonna need all the help we can get." Sam replied, expanding his wings again before he was in the sky above us.

"You okay?" Clint asked, brown quirked. I brushed my arms off, nodding slowly to the man. "Okay."

I sighed out in relief, kicking at the metal before me before shaking my head and putting on a brave face. I took off, running towards a scream I'd heard.

"Stark you worry about bringing the city back down safely," Steve's voice rang in my ear, "the rest of us have one job: tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed, walk it off." I let off a laugh, pulling a knife from it's sheath at my thing and raising my arm, pressing the blade into the robot's head and smiling at the cracklings sound of it shutting down.

"Nice speech, Stevie." I chortled through a smirk and Bucky chuckled. The woman before me strangled away and I watched after her before taking off again.

"Is he always so bossy on missions?" Bucky pondered and Sam's laugh could be heard through my earpiece.

"Yes he is." The Falcon sighed, and I could tell Steve was rolling his eyes with that ridiculous, toothy smirk.

"Remind me to punish you when I get home. Both of you." Steve sneered playfully and Tony gagged. Nat laughed.

"Ew. Please don't talk about your sex lives through the comms." Clint jeered disgustedly.

"Whatever you say, Captain." I smirked and Bucky chuckled again.

It was awhile before anyone spoke again, all wrapped up in crushing the robots. By now I'd found Bucky, and we fought back-to-back as Sam and Rhodey cleared the skies. Bucky held a gun in hand, shooting mercilessly at the gadgets as I threw knife after knife, never even missing once.

"Hey, Doll?" Bucky shouted over the noise as I sent another knife flying into a head.

"Yeah?" I called back, letting out a grunt as I rolled out the way of a bullet.

"D'ya think your powers work on these things?" Bucky asked again, turning around and shooting the one that still had its sights on me.

"Thanks. And I don't know, I haven't tried."

"Well maybe now is about time!" I heard steve voice through the comm again. That when I started to hum, that unfamiliar, dangerous tune. Bucky froze in space, gun lowered at we marvelled at the convulsing robots around us. Their heads crackled as spurts of electricity danced around them, before they all simtaneously exploded, pieces of flaming metal sent spinning through the air.

Bucky pulled me into him, crouching down and shielding us with his metal arm as a few stray pieces were sent towards us.

"Well, I'd say it works." Bucky mumbled through a laugh and I joined him, both of us straightening up and running in the direction of where steve was.

"So it works?" Pietro called down the comm, and I shared a look with Bucky.

"It fuckin's works." Bucky smirked before I interjected.

"Kind of. If people are in the vicinity they may get hurt. I'd only be able to use it on a good enough scale if we evacuate this thing." I said and Tony scoffed.

"What do you think we've been doing?" There was a silence again after that.

...

"Hey Steve!" Bucky yelled, waving the to blonde super soldier as he turned around from where he was stood beside Nat.

"Glad you like the view Romanoff. It's about to get better." I came to a halt at the sound of Fury's voice in my ear. Bucky stopped beside me, both of us only a few feet behind Nat and Steve as the whirring of Bucky's arm filled the silence.

Then we saw it. The ship rose gracefully through the clouds, big and glorious and full of the promise of victory.

"Fury you son of a bitch." Steve clipped and I heard Bucky's low chuckle from beside me.

"Oooh, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I found myself laughing to at Fury's comment.

"This is SHIELD?" Pietro asked, entranced as he walked up beside us.

"This is what SHIELD is supposed to be." Steve affirmed and Pietro's smile just grew wider.

"This is not so bad." The lifeboats began landing, pulling up to the edge of the rock before Steve was barking orders down the Comm again.

"Let's load 'em up." So that's what we did.

...

It was so close. We were so close. Barley any civilians remained, the last of them just getting onto the last of the lifeboats at the moment. The plan to take out Ultron was in play.

Me, Pietro and Clint were the only avengers in the area, about to get on life boats ourselves when a woman began begging and crying.

"Her son isn't here. We need to find him." Clint mumbled quickly as he walked passed me, hand wrapping a round my bicep and pulling me with him.

"Well where could he be? We've looked everywhere!" I explained in a whisper, eyes wide with fear. I didn't like the idea of anyone dying by our hands, besides those horrid, evil robots.

"I don't know, just-" Clint cut himself off, his jittery eyes landing on the boy as he struggled and shouted for help. "Wait here."

And with that Clint was sprinting off, leaving me stood only a few feet from the edge as Pietro made sure everyone else was safely on the lifeboat.

"Shit." I murmured, reaching for a dagger, but my fumbling hand couldn't find one as I say the robot stagger towards Clint and the boy. "Clint!" I shouted, finally finding a knife sheathed in my back pocket and letting it slide from my hand, the rigid metal burying itself in the thing's skull. It shut down immediately, dropping to the floor. Clint raised an arm in thanks, quickly turning back to the boy to lift him up.

I found myself laying behind a nearby piece of rumble before I could make sense of it, winded and groaning as I peered over at the sound of the gunfire.

Where had it come from? The last of them should be dead now. My thought were racing, horrified. But it didn't compare to my disjointed scream. The blood staining Pietro's back was seeping, leaking onto his shirt as he swayed, his faint voice making the sob catch in my throat.

"You didn't see that coming?" My eyes drifted to the sky, the ship nearly out of my reach and the bottled, bubbling anger surfaced again. Only this time, I didn't let it simmer back down again.

We'll survive this; we always do.

The sound that tore from me could barely be described as a hum, let alone a song as the pained sound channelled through me.

You didn't see that coming?

A burst of light, a spark that set fire into a rapid succession of aguish; agony. A wave that knocked everyone to their feet, pushing Steve back as he ran towards Clint, who was hunted over Pietro's limp body.

Don't turn your back on me!

Lifeless, the bodies that sunk into the seats behind me enticed gasps from Clint as he slowly stood, eyes locked on the sight over my shoulder.

I love you two, so much.

I turned with a horrified, disgruntled noise. One of shock, pain, fear, guilt, dread all mixed into one horrid, ugly noise.

Ultron has won.

And maybe he has, because the sight before me  was not one of victory. He had succeeded in some form, no doubt. The wing of grey soaring past me causing me eyes to narrow, and my heart to shatter.

This is what SHIELD is supposed to be.

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[ethanharli]

Requested: Nah.

Pairing(s): Asra x Top Male Reader

Warning(s): Some Angst, Flashbacks, Mentions of heartbreak, Sudden confession, Cliffhanger, Long, Sister Nadia.

A/n- I brought this over from my Wattpad, and I edited it a bit but this is the longest One-Shot I've ever made, just fifty words away from three thousand :")).

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A frustrated groan slipped past my lips as I fumbled with the sleeves of my costume, it may sound silly but its true. I refuse to wear anything that could reveal my torso, besides my face of course but that's only because its not covered in ink. Now don't get me wrong, the art adoring my body is nothing but beautiful, yet some of its a bit much for the public eye, and I hate attention. Guess Muriel and I are the same in that regard. After adjusting the sleeves I slipped on my rings and emerald necklace that clung tightly around my throat, which didn't bother me in the slightest bit as I drag my pierced tongue over my bottom lip. Finishing up with a few things I quickly locked up my house and headed on my way to the palace, Nadia had invited me over for the Masquerade this year since the last one ended with Lucio and the Devil trying to take over.

I really have to admire that apprentice, their magic is quiet fascinating. With a small smirk I slipped on my wolfs mask, nothing original but the black and vibrant neon of purple and green helping it stand out, even if only by the slightest. The journey to the palace was quite fun, watching people light up fireworks and drink to their hearts content without a worry in the world. Yet it was a whole new world once I entered the palace gates, making my way towards the ball room in hopes to run into my sister, but Nadia is nowhere to be found. "Should've expected as much, she is the Countess after all" I muttered with a proud smile, if only my familiar where here to keep me company but sadly having a grey wolf in this crowd isn't such a good idea, poor thing would be trampled despite her large size.

Taking a glass of wine I sipped it slowly, enjoying the bubbly feeling of it going down my throat. Yet a slither around my ankle caught my attention, and I froze at the sight of a familiar snake, looking up at me with their cute tilted head. "Friend!" Faust cheered, happily slithering up my body to rest on my shoulders, "Yes Faust, it's good to see you again" A pained smile forced at my lips, scratching softly under Faust's chin. If Faust's here then Asra and his apprentice must be close by, I should've expected as much. "Miss you" My heart tightened at the words, forcing the breath out my lungs painfully, and here I thought I could enjoy the Masquerade without running into anyone else, but I guess even an over packed Masquerade can't hide me from them. "I missed you too Faust-" My words were cut off by a familiar voice, merely a couple feet behind me, yelling for the beautiful creature wrapped around my shoulders.

"Im sorry Faust but I really should be leaving, please don't tell Asra I was here alright?" I asked as worry started to pool in the pit of my stomach, however Faust simply tilted her head, watching me curiously. Nevertheless I made a slow pace to the exit, not wanting to rise any sort of suspicion as Asra yells a bit louder. And there he is, my savior. Putting on a small smile I took a drink from a waiters tray, walking up to Julian without seeming any bit out of place, then once the right moment hit I brushed my shoulder against his and shrugged Faust onto him, not once turning back to look at them. However I knew I wasn't out in the clear just yet since a pair of eyes followed me as I left the room.

Being out in the hall felt a lot better then being so close to him. Especially when I'm not ready to face him just yet, hell I don't even think I have the power to look at him without freezing up, how stupid of me to think I could come back here. "[Y/n]?" The sound of Nadia's voice finally got me to relax a bit, letting the tension in my shoulders drop, "Hey Sis, it's been a while" I smiled down at her, watching as her eyes soften before pulling me into a tight embrace that I gladly returned. "Where'd you go? You told me that you were going to talk to Asra after what happened with Lucio and the Devil but it was only him that came back, he said he didn't know where you ran off to and when I tried to ask what happened he'd never answer!" Her crimson eyes glare up at me as they slowly fill with tears that I quickly brushed away.

"Its okay Nadi, Im back now and I plan to stay, I missed my little sister way to much to be gone for so long" I chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood even only for a second, before she looks at my costume with not very well hidden disgust. "You've really never had an eye for fashion have you?" She sighs, taking my hand and dragging me down the hall where Portia was standing. Once her eyes met mine her face lit up in realization, "[Y/n]! You're back!" She jumped up to hug me, which I returned with a ruffle of her long hair.

"Portia could you please get my dear brother to one of the guest rooms so he can change?" Nadi smiled and Portia couldn't have answered any happier, "Yes milady! Now c'mon [Y/n] lets get you a new costume!" She cheered, dragging me away by the sleeve of my shirt. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this wasn't going to end well, and by the time I was pushed in the room with a new set of clothing I knew I was right. The clothing was way to revealing for my liking, even though the color and fabric made me look elegant and right at home. The top exposed my arms and most of my chest, the 'V' stopping right above my waist which the pants hugged tightly, yet the rest of it was baggy except the bottom of it, which also hugged my ankles nicely.

But my tattoos and scars were out in the open. The skulls, flowers, and chains that decorate my body glowed a faint blue color, as if cheering that they were finally free from my always concealed clothing.

I didn't want to wear it, every part of my mind was screaming to tear it off but I couldn't. My sister picked this out for me and this is her party, I'll do it for her if not for myself. Sliding my mask back on I headed out the room, looking down at Portia with a nervous smile as she stared at the art in wonder, "I never knew you had these!" She pouted, looking as If I had betrayed her somehow. I could only reached out and pat her head, trying to ignore the eyes that locked onto me, "Im not very fond of them, so I always hid them, Im sorry for not telling you sooner." She merely rolled her eyes and smiled at me before realization yet again broke on her face, "I need to go tell the rest you're here! Stay put!" My eyes widened as I tried to stop her, but she was already out of reach before I could, and the slithery presence was back at my feet.

"Friend!"

Fucking hell.

At that moment I felt the fight to run away slowly drain from me, I knew I couldn't avoid him forever, no matter how hard I tried. Even so, with what resistance was left in me I headed towards the garden with Faust resting peacefully on my shoulders, and stayed put by the fountain, letting my eyes flutter shut for a mere moment.

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My palms started to sweat as I looked down into those mesmerizing lavender eyes that watched me with an amused glint, "Asra I-" The words got caught in my throat for the millionth time now, and even I was getting impatient with myself. But can you blame me? Asra looked so majestic under the moonlight, with the stars that practically glowed in his eye's, I don't think I've ever thought it was possible to feel so relaxed and intimidated at the same time.

"[Y/n], are you okay?" He asked, his voice barley above a whisper as he slowly reached up, softly brushing his fingers against my cheek. A flutter in my chest caused the chains on my body to recoil slightly, and thankfully he didn't notice the change, "No, I just can't hold it in anymore Asra" My hand clenched tightly on my sleeves, nearly causing them to rip while Asra brushed a lock of hair of of my face. "Hold in what?" He smiled, but my eyes drifted to his chest, looking where the mark on his heart is hiding, causing me to reluctantly pull away from his touch.

It was a simple friendly gesture he's always done to calm me down, to bring me back from whatever clouded my thoughts. So when I pulled away he reached out again, slower this time, as if any rushed movement would send me away. "Asra stop" He looked a bit shocked when I grabbed his wrist, but my grip was gentle, cause I'm more afraid of hurting him than anyone else. However the negative thoughts practically swallowed my mind whole as I rejected his magic from flowing into me. The mark on his chest was the only thing I could look at, cause it reminds me everyday that he gave up some of his heart for his apprentice, to bring them back. Jealousy truly is a cruel thing.

"Nevermind, it was foolish of me to think I even had a chance" I whispered with a bitter chuckle, taking a step back I crossed my arms, turning my broken gaze towards the sky. "Forget it, just go back to your apprentice, they need you more than I do" I don't know why my words came out laced in such malice and sorrow, but they did, and that seemed to earn a glare back from him. "What's wrong with you? Ever since you found out about my deal its like all you want to do is run away from me and push me away, if you have something to say to me then go ahead and say it, but do not drag them into this."

The chain around my neck tightened, slowly crushing at my windpipe as I clenched my fists and smiled softly to myself. I knew I'd regret what I did next, I knew it would weigh on me forever, I knew it would cause me much more pain then it did right then, but I did it anyway. Ill have to thank Ilya if this works, putting on my best face I turned towards Asra and scoffed, tilting my head a bit, like I usually do when pissed off, even though this is just a lovely facade. "Don't even bother, its not like you'd care anyways, would you? All you care about is that apprentice of yours, you even gave up part of your heart for them" I let the words flow, nearly letting the tears pool in my eyes when I spat them out.

"Is that really what you think?" He hissed, knuckles turning white from how tightly he was grasping his sleeves, but I didn't let myself falter under his gaze. "Asra I don't have to think it when I know its true, we've known each other since we were kids, you can't fool me" I scoffed, glaring back into his lavender eyes, keeping that gaze was a lot harder then I thought it would be. Before he could speak up I made sure to cut him off, "You love 'em, that's the only reason you'd do it right? Because you love them? Let me guess, you couldn't live without them could you?" I rolled my eyes, looking off to my left, practically feeling his breath hitch for a moment, confirming what I needed to know.

Im sorry Asra.

You don't have to forgive me.

Because I highly doubt these chains will go anywhere, I can never be free. Even with you by my side, the one person that keeps me together, the one person that I'd risk everything for.

Im so sorry.

"Just leave already, its not like you want to be here anyways right? So just leave me alone, I don't want you here."

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I don't remember much after that, but I do know he left, and I was left alone to wallow in my own despair. The chains got tighter over the year, so tight that the only thing keeping me breathing is all the techniques I've learned, and the fact I learned how to hold my breath for a long while. A few tears slip past my [E/c] eyes, that Faust happily wipes away with her tail, rubbing her face against my cheek, "Friend!" She smiles, curling against me, it felt so good to have her around again. Even if this'll be the last time.

The chains tighten a slight fraction, forcing me to hold my breath. "[Y/n]?" My body tensed at how my name rolled off his lips, it felt like a distant dream, like this isn't actually happening, but one look at him and I know its real. My god has he always looked so gorgeous? Or am I going crazy? Probably both. Once [E/c] met Lavender I knew I was done, his hairs pushed back like last year though the mask kinda looks the same, with only a few added touches, and his costume definitely gets him to stand out above the rest, just a beautiful array of bright colors clashing against his mixed skin, it hugs his figure perfectly. He looks like a god amongst the light of the fountain.

"Its me" I sighed out, reluctantly turning my gaze back to my feet. I couldn't help the surprise when he moved in front of me, placing both hands on my cheeks, looking into my eyes with such relief that I could hardly believe it. His touch sent shivers down my spine, slowly I started to breathe again as the chains retract a bit, I had clearly forgotten how revealing my clothes are, cause once the chains pulled back Asra's eyes shifted to them.  "How long have you had these?" He asked, trailing his hands down to trace the marking with a soft touch, "Asra wait-" Yet the mark appears, the same one he has, just mine glowed a faint blue in the center of my chest.

His eyes widened seeing the mark, keeping his eyes on it as if it were to attack at any moment, "You've never had chains, its always been your skulls and flowers, is it because of this? Why didn't you tell me about this?" He looked hurt, the same hurt in his eyes that he had a year ago when we last talked.

"What was your deal?"

Oh how I wanted to tell him, but the chains tightened at the thought, yet I pushed through it, Im tired of lying, I'm tired of keeping everything in, Im tired of it all, "That I couldn't be open anymore, that I wouldn't be able to speak my mind freely like I once did." A small cough ripped out my throat as a blue glow tried to burn past the chains, failing miserably. "What? Why?" He looked stunned, I don't blame him, I've always been one to speak my mind and tell everyone how I'm feeling, to be honest to myself and them without a care about what others thought.

But..

"I was scared, there's something I've always wanted to say, but I never could because I've always been so afraid about what would happen after, what if it went wrong? What if I messed up? What if I said something wrong? What if you-" My mouth snapped shut as quickly as it could, now I certainly can't avoid this, cause those lavender eyes stare at me with such intensity I might just burn away. His hands slowly moved up to my neck, letting his magic aid in pulling the chain away from my neck, allowing me to breath freely. "What about me?" He asked softly, keeping his gaze fixed on mine as my hands unconsciously travel to his hips.

I guess it's now or never..

Building what up whatever courage I had left, I pulled Asra against my chest, using one hand to push his mask out the way, before claiming his lips with mine.

[prophetwithaz]

Hi friend! First of all- love your writing, so so much. Second, if you're still taking requests I'd like to ask for a Kylo imagine? Something where he sees the reader talking to another male officer (maybe Hux?) and gets jealous? Does one of his tantrums and smashes a control panel? And the reader finds out about it and confronts him so he's forced to confess his feelings? Just kind of a really soft insecure Kylo? If that's alright of course. Thank you! ❤

okay i LOVE this! it is so incredibly kylo. i got you, my dear.

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It was just an argument about a plan of action. The Resistance grew stronger by the day, and you had finally composed the plan to destroy them in one fell swoop. Crush the planet, pay off the allies, and cut off the supplies, simple as that. Your only hang up was that General Hux wanted to take prisoners.

"There's no point general. They'll all be dead anyway."

"I am your superior," he spoke, name snapping off his tongue as if you'd just insulted his mother. "You will instruct your battalion to follow my direct orders."

Frankly, you were used to being pissed at Hux; everyone was. The Supreme Leader only kept him around for his vague amounts of common sense under pressure. Opposites attract, you suppose. However, Ren had been keeping you by his side lately. He had a habit of telling you how smart you were and that he wondered if he should just rotate Hux and your positions.

"I'll be having a word with Supreme Leader Ren about this, General," you spoke calmly. You knew that fighting fire with fire would only get you hurt. The man wanted any excuse to demote you.

"Oh, you will now? Well that's just too bad," he spat. "All you are is a problem that's pretty to look at."

By that point you had walked away, listening to Hux tell you not to bother talking to Ren. Little did he know that he had been standing in the other room, listening to every word. Heavy footsteps corroded the General's senses, and he knew he was in for it.

Kylo Ren was not only physically intimidating, but mentally. He had a look about him that seemed to be able to peel your skull back and peek into your brain. Unfortunate it was that Hux was about to be on the receiving end of that torment. "Is it in your job description to bully your inferiors, General?"

Hux stuttered, "no, sir."

"Then don't fucking do it," he said, shaking the room from their duties. "Especially not officers that could easily take your place."

Hux felt pain shoot through his chest, gasping and aching with every breath. "Yes," he coughed, "yes, Supreme Leader."

"And she is only pretty for me to look at, understood?" Hux nodded hastily, scrambling up from his knees and promptly returning to his assignment as Kylo stormed out of the room.

Chaos was a need of Kylo Ren. That and violence, which was resulting in a helmet being smashed against an undeserving computer system. A string of swear words left Kylo's lips, punching and beating the walls senseless. All he wished he could have done to the General. He was used to hearing you and the General disagree, but being a problem? And a problem who's only redemption is her looks?

The feelings were complicated to say the least. He didn't have time for serious endeavors, and yet, he yearned anyway. He didn't just keep you near for your abilities, but for your charm and sarcastic, snarky humor. You were the only person on board that could be jokingly disrespectful without getting force choked. He loved you for it, whether he even knew what love was anymore or not.

He sensed your presence as you shuffled into the now destroyed computer station. "Is this a bad time?" Kylo shook his head, turning to face you. "It's just, Hux and I had a disagreement about a major battle plan and I was told I could find you here and-"

"I am perfectly aware of the situation at hand," he said, coming off a bit harsher than he intended. "I have taken the necessary discipline actions."

Your eyes widened, "am I being demoted, Ren?" If that little shit got you fired, you were going to kick his ass to the sun of Tatooine and back.

"No," he smirked. "You've been promoted to General. Not only that, but you will be serving as my own personal political and wartime consultant."

You were in awe. You were finally important.

However, there were literal sparks flying from the wall. "What's with that though, um, Kylo?"

Despite the oddity, Kylo loved that you called him by his first name. "Just some anger to let out, that's all."

"Over what? Was what Hux was proposing really so offending to you?"

"Sure."

You scoffed, "Kylo, you are soooooo lying."

Ren spoke your name in a warning tone, "it's not your business."

"Well aren't I your personal consultant? Shouldn't I know what bothers you? What makes you-"

His body crashed against you, and before you knew, your back was to the wall and his lips were on yours. You felt high, like this couldn't be real. He pulled away for just a moment, "I didn't like how General Hux was speaking to you. He shouldn't be speaking to you at all." He punctuated the sentence with another harsh kiss, arms snaking around your waist.

"Out of everyone here, you're certainly my favorite, General." You two surveyed the sparking room, and then walked out, Kylo's hand hripping the small of your back.

"You know, you might be mine, too," you joked, leaning into him.

He laughed and pulled you close. "Back to my quarters?"

"Absolutely."