#she tests my patience every day. i would die for her

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Gotta love having a dog. Where else am I going to find someone who’ll sit on my knitting and try to (playfully) bite my hand when I attempt to rescue it

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Masterlist ☽｡⋆

Mars speaks… Here you can find everything you need to know, from a bit about me to all of my works! My requests are currently opened! I ask that you do not request anything to do with rape, incest, abuse, etc. (basically anything super dark) between the reader and love interest(s). No one is allowed to use my works in any way without my permission, if you would like to write something based on one of my works please ask first!

About me:

mars

she/her

nineteen

canadian

virgo

adhd (fanfic writing is my current hyper fixation)

loves f1, soccer, skiing and snowboarding, lana del rey

Fandoms I write for:

Criminal Minds (pref. aaron hotchner, spencer reid)

Marvel (pref. wolverine)

Formula One (pref. kimi raikkonen, max verstappen)

The Vampire Diaries Universe (pref. elijah mikaelson)

Note that I am willing to write for almost anyone from these fandoms, those people are just my preferences!

What I write:

one-shots

mini-series’

smau’s

if requested, i would be willing to write other forms of works such as head canons!

Masterlist (a-z)

Aaron Hotchner

Unveiled Secrets - Fluff The BAU team has a sneaking suspicion that their stoic leader, Aaron Hotchner, is in a relationship, but they don't know the extent of it.

Disobeyed Orders - Angst, Fluff Being married to your boss has its complications, especially when you have a habit of ignoring orders. Requested.

Elijah Mikaelson

In the Arms of Eternity - Angst After holding your dying body in his arms, Elijah realises what he has to do to protect you, even if it means breaking your heart in the process. Requested.

Hugh Jackman

Beekeeping Age - Fluff Who knew having a crush on your best friends dad would turn out so good? Requested.

Logan Howlett

A Different Kind of Training - Smut When sparring with Logan turns into something more.

Winter’s Constant - Hurt/Comfort, Fluff You have always dreaded winter, every year it’s a challenge just to make it through the day. Except this year, things are a bit different with Logan by your side. Requested.

Patience Wears Thin - Smut Logan’s flirty behaviour has you thinking he’s just being sarcastic. But when his attitude changes and his grumpiness intensifies, leading to him avoiding you, you confront him, only for him to finally snap. Requested.

The Time We Have - Angst, Fluff Logan struggles with the fear of dying and leaving Laura alone, but meeting you helps him find peace. Set in an AU where Logan does not die at the end of Logan (2017).

Beautiful Tragedy - Angst Set in late 1800s London high society, Logan Howlett falls for a woman who is off limits, resulting in what can only be described as a beautiful tragedy. Part 2.

Out of Control - Hurt/Comfort Logan helps you learn to control your powers. Requested.

Drabbles

Giving old man!Logan head - smut Requested.

Headcanons

Birthdays - Fluff

Mini-Series

Scars of Time For decades, Logan and you have been each other’s sanctuary in a world that never offers peace. From a fateful encounter in a dive bar to a life together at the X-Mansion, your bond has weathered countless trials. But as Logan’s once-impenetrable healing powers begin to fail and your own abilities start to drain you, the stakes grow perilously high. With your love on the line and survival in question, can you both endure the ultimate test of sacrifice and devotion? Or will the scars of time finally come to bite you in the ass? Requested. Ongoing.

Max Verstappen

Baby Fever - Fluff Max gets a case of baby fever after seeing you with his nephew. Requested.

Spencer Reid

Parties - Smut Spencer, Reader's boyfriend, gets jealous of the Readers family friend at a party.

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A Random Headcanon About Jason Todd

I don't know why this one popped into my head, but this one specifically has been itching my mind. Even though this isn't canon, but it's a thought. Although, my timeline is a bit different for this one, so I'm not exactly going off comic book logic. And so, here's headcanon number #2

Headcanon #2: Hair

-- Aside from the white streak in his hair, Jason grew out his hair in the League of Assassins - but not by choice.

-- When Talia had found him and brought him to the base, she did cut his hair and assisted him with a basic bathing routine. (Afterall, in Jason's state due to a lack of cognitive function and the physical injuries he retained, taking one would not be so simple alone. Even if he had the distant thought of desiring privacy.)

-- However, after that, he never recieved a haircut again.

-- Even after Talia shoved him into the pit. Even after all the training. Even after learning to control the pit. For the entirety of the time he spent training, and killing, and learning, Talia never cut his hair again. Thus, forcing him to grow out his hair and eventually starting to reach his shoulders.

-- Jason had never had his hair this long in his lifetime. Not even when he lived in the rundown apartment that he lived with Catherine as a kid. If his hair got too long to his mom's liking, she'd sit him on their only good kitchen chair -- not the ones that were wobbly or threatening to collapse with a creak -- and sneak Willis' good shaver to keep his hair short. (Although, Willis always found out and Willis was never happy to find out his shit was used.)

-- When Catherine was succumbing to her addiction, Jason would trim the edges with kitchen scissors. Using candle light to assist him to see where he was cutting. His hair may have never been perfect, but at least it was short.

-- On the streets, he dragged those same kitchen scissors with him. Having long hair was dangerous and much easier for traffickers to nab you, gang members could take that for a weakness, and individuals who can't keep it in their pants might explore specific ideas.

-- And hair cuts became mandatory living with Bruce. He knew Bruce wanted a copy and paste of the clean-cut, child soldier look that he imprinted on boy wonder.

-- But his hair was always short, never long. And he hated how long his hair was getting.

-- Strands of hair would fall in front of his eyes and block his view when he was trying to shoot. Those he trained with could easily grab the ends and yank him down to the ground. His hair would get caught on an endless list of things.

-- Also, taking care of his hair was a fucking hassle. The knots, the washing routine, stupidly trying to style it, but never getting it right. Tying it up, leaving it down. Everything about it infuriated him.

-- But worst of all, it reminded him of Dick Grayson and his dumb mullet.

-- Often times, his mind would be infested with lingering questions, specifically pondering what advice Dick would give him if he was still 'around'. Would he offer specific conditioners? Would he have recommended he use a certain gel? (Considering Dick greased his hair back for the mullet look.) Would he have shown him a proper hair care routine?

-- Oh wait, Jason would remember. Dick didn't give a shit about him in the first place. Dick never liked his fucking replacement. Hell, he wasn't even at his fucking funeral and was probably celebrating his death. Then his brother bonding hope would die out in an instant, replaced by the induced fiery rage of the pit. (His bathroom mirror has taken the brunt and the shattered glass is enough proof.)

-- And it's not like Jason didn't want to cut his hair. He was tempted every day his hair tested his patience. He desperately wanted to take one of the prized swords and slice off the ends of his hair just to have it manageable.

-- But he couldn't.

-- He's positive Talia would punish him if she found out he had cut his hair.

-- And he would be dragged down memory lane every time he thought Talia would punish him. He would be reminded of the time when he was five and sobbing on their decent kitchen chair as Catherine shaved the sides of his head. He wasn't crying because he was getting a hair cut, but he knew Willis wouldn't be happy when he got home. He never was, and he thinks that's why Catherine hummed random tune while she did, to enjoy the peace before the storm.

-- But he vowed the day he got out of the League he was going to cut his hair.

-- And as soon as he was out, he did.

-- His first day free - well, as free as you can get from the League of Assassins - he bought a hair trimmer and told his long hair to get lost. And that tight knot in his chest from having hair so long finally released.

-- And he would keep cutting his hair short.

-- To remind himself during the mist of war between him and the bats, that he is not their child soldier.

-- To remind himself even when he released his aggression on to robin, he's not that boy anymore. That kid is buried six feet under the ground and never to resurface.

-- To remind himself, when the relationship between him and the bats are improving and there's more than just room for tolerance - although he'd never admit he actually fucking cares about them - he still cuts his hair to shed off the monstorous version of himself and disconnect himself from the pit.

-- Until one day, years into the future, he's lounging in his living room with Dick in an apartment he can finally call home when Dick points out, "Hey, your hair's getting long," with a grin.

-- And Jason picks up on one of the strands, staring at the slight curl. This time, there's no fueled disgust or fiery indignation towards the hair in front of him. Instead, there's serenity and this is just his hair. Another piece of him he'll learn to appreciate.

-- With a soft hum he says, "Yeah, it is."

-- And that's okay.

(And Dick totally gives him advice and an entire hair care routine to follow.)

I hope you guys enjoyed this one! I had fun writing this, but I'll definitely write more head canons and link them. Let me know if you want me to write out any head canons. :D

Here's the link to my other headcanons:

Headcanon #1

Head canon #3

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

How about Medusa and Gorgon with love prompt 36? Medusa and Gorgon deserve more love.

I agree upon that, Medusa and Gorgon best snek's!

Fair warning, things got a tad steamier that my usual style for Gorgon, nothing too NSFW but there are... implications.

NOW! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Medusa

You hated it when Medusa talked bad about herself.

Especially when she was having a good day.

Very few things made you more angry than seeing such a wonderful, beautiful, and brilliant woman talk down to herself.

And for some reason, today was when you finally had enough of it.

And so, without thinking about how she could easily splat you against the wall with a flick of her wrist, you grabbed her by the chin.

And then you kissed her.

Full on the lips, no holds barred.

You wanted her to know just how she made you feel, and just what you thought about her always talking bad about herself.

And Medusa loved it, she was enraptured as you kissed her, it was something she had wondered if you would do, and she could confidently say that the real thing was far better than her dreams.

Though she was still surprised, after all, who would want someone as big as-

“That’s enough of that, I already know what you're thinking right now, and if you really want an answer, I do, I’m someone who wants you just as you, no one else. Medusa, I am so in love with you, and I can’t stand when you talk down to yourself.”

It took a moment for Medusa to register those words and their meanings.

You… loved her? Why?

“It’s because you are perfect, you’re smart, cool, sassy, and funny you’re also hopeless and a giant nerd and really, really, not used to talking to regular people, and I love you, I love all of you.”

Gorgon

The monster of the shapeless isles had no idea what mania over took you to make you worship her like a Goddess.

You offered her the first pick of every meal, the first warm bath with water you drew for the express purpose of bathing her, The finest clothing you could give her, the most wonderful and strange devices from this modern world.

And books, as many books as she could read and more.

Did you not know the value these things had?

And why did you waste them on her?

She would demand an explanation from you, and she expected only the truth, lest Gorgon decided to unleash the burning pain of the emotions throbbing in her chest upon you.

And so, that night, she “Asked” you what all of these gifts and tributes were for.

Also, by asked I mean she forced you up against the wall and looked you in the eyes as she demanded.

“Human! Why do you worship a monster like me as a Goddess? Answer me now before I rend you limb from limb!”

During the time it took you to formulate an answer Gorgon reveled in the emotions that shot across your face, emotions that she decided were hers the moment she saw them.

“T-to begin with it was because you needed to pass as a regular person but after that…” you trailed off, a pretty red on your face.

“Well? I haven’t got all night human, and the more you test my patience the more I feel like I will exact the repayment for your tribute upon you by force.” Gorgon threatened you without thought, not entirely sure what she meant by “repayment” though more than a few rather raunchy ideas were floating through her head.

“I-it was because I got a crush on you! T-t-then it became… more than… a… harmless… little… crush… I fell so in love with you it hurt to be away from you, even knowing you would never reciprocate!” you answered to Gorgon honestly in fear for your own life, but quite unsure if this was any better.

Still, at least you would die with a clear conscience.

You dared to look up at Gorgon who looked… confused?

The two of you stood like that for a moment, then it all began to go down hill, or uphill depending upon your perspective.

Gorgon raised her hand to your face, slowly, torturously slow.

“Oh human, you really, really, shouldn’t have said that~!” Gorgon whispered darkly into your ear, her hair serving as a curtain to sever the world around the two of you.

You swallowed deeply, so this was it, dying at the hands of such a beautiful woman, there were worse ways to go.

“Because now… you. Are. allllllllll. Mine~ My wonderful love. First things first though. It’s time for you to receive your repayment for your tribute, I do hope your body can keep up." The beautiful monster continued to whisper as her other hand drug itself up your leg, up your stomach, up your chest and up your throat before resting on the opposite side of where her other hand sat.

You got the feeling you would wake up very, very tired tomorrow.

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Second Chance - Chapter 9

Masterlist

Warning: angst with a little fluff, drinking, mention of death and bone marrow transplant

Note: italicized sentences are text messages

Word Count: 3.3k

The couple was waiting for you at their dining room table. Pepper was sipping on a mug, and Tony had a glass of whiskey, but it was untouched. There weren’t many times you got in trouble with your mom. You were a good kid - you listened to your mom’s rules and stayed out of trouble. Sometimes, you liked to test her patience by sneaking out of the house to go to a party or talking back. You were a kid, after all. On nights you sneak out, your mom would sit on the couch with a glass of wine in her hands, waiting to ensure you got home safe. This felt like one of these talks. You sighed, sat in the empty chair, and rested your sketchbook on the table. You wished Morgan was here; maybe they would go easier on you. “So,” you broke the silence. “Can we get the yelling and the lecture over with you?” You asked.

“We aren’t going to yell at you,” Pepper said. Oh. Well, you were a little surprised by that. “We are just concerned.” You sighed, glancing up at the billionaire across the table.

“Before we get into the nitty gritty, can I say something?” The couple nodded. “When my mom died, I didn’t handle it well. She was the only person that stayed constant in my life; friends and other people came and went, but she was always there. So when I lost her, it broke something inside me, and I ran,” you looked up. “Then I got sick, and this sickness forced me to reach out to people and create relationships I swore off. But you make it so hard because you care about me. You’ve known me my entire life. I’m sorry, Tony, I shouldn’t have said that to you,” you apologized. Tony sighed.

“We all care about, kid,” he said. “Watching you the past few days has been on all of us.” You nodded. “We wanted to tell you I found a match.” Your eyes widened in shock. A match? Did he say he found a match? But the odds were so low you weren’t sure it was possible.

“Who is it?” You asked.

“That’s what we wanted to talk about,” Pepper said, looking at her husband. “It’s Morgan.”

“No,” you sputtered. “Not happening. No way.”

“Kid-” Tony pleaded.

“No!” You cut him off and stood up; the force made the chair fall over. You’ve read about bone marrow transports when Dr. Carpenter said you needed one. These cells were taken from the pelvis or breastbone through a needle. The area was numbed, but they couldn’t numb it near the bone. Some people who went through it felt no pain, while others felt the experience was more painful than they expected. You knew everyone’s experience would be different, but you wouldn’t subject your half-sister to that. “It’s my body, so I get the final say, and I’m not using her.”

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” Tony questioned. “If you don’t get a bone marrow transplant, you’ll die.” You knew that. Of course, you did. During every visit with Dr. Carpenter, he reminded you.

“There is a Plan B,” you reminded him.

“Plan B doesn’t guarantee you’ll live,” he slapped his hand on the table. The force shook the table. “This does.”

“I don’t care,” you said. “I’m not doing it.”

“You’ll die.” He repeated.

“I’m not afraid of death,” you admitted, chest rising and falling rapidly. It was like you ran a marathon. “It doesn’t scare me.” Your confession was met with horrible, tense silence. “So if I die, so be it. I’m not using her.” Tony was standing now, hands resting on top of the table as he stared at you. A range of emotions flashed through his eyes-anger, sadness, guilt.

“Attention all Avengers,” FRIDAY cut through the silence. “All Avengers must report to the Quintet immediately.”

“Fucking hell,” Tony mumbled. You felt the tension from the conversation leave your shoulders.

“Go,” you whispered. “We’ll talk when you get back.” He looked between you and his wife. Pepper nodded. Sighing, he kissed Pepper and then placed a kiss on top of your head. The action caught you off guard, and he raced to the elevator. Soon, it was just you and Pepper. The whiskey Tony left sounded pretty tempting, but the CEO stood up, grabbed the glass, and walked over to the kitchen. “Did that go as planned?” You asked. She whipped down the glasses before looking at you, crossing her arms.

“I knew you were going to refuse to use Morgan,” your eyebrows raised in question. “You love that girl too much to see her in pain.” You chuckled and nodded your head.

“I told you both the truth,” you whispered. “I’m not afraid to die.” She nodded, slowly dropping her arms and walking over to you.

“I know you aren’t,” she squeezed your hand. “But the people that care about you are.”

*

You needed a break. After your talk with Pepper, you made a beeline to your room and packed a bag. While you were doing that, FRIDAY sought a train ticket to DC. You got extra clothes, medication, toiletries, and a sketchbook. “Miss. Easton, I found a ticket. Shall I book it and bill it to Mr. Stark’s credit card?” You smiled, slipping on your backpack.

“Yes, FRIDAY, send me the confirmation,” You texted your friend, Chelsie, to see if she could pick you up from the train station. Since you were looking down, you ran into someone when you left your room.

“Ow,” Morgan whined on the ground in front of you. You stared at her, a little confused about her sudden appearance, but her bottom lip started to shake, and you snapped out of it. Quickly, you put your phone away.

“Oh, Your Majesty,” you helped the young girl and pretended to dust her off. “I am sorry. Please forgive me. Oh, if the king hears about this, he’ll surely have my head,” the sound of her giggles echoed on the quiet floor.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you sighed in relief, dramatically whipping the sweat off your forehead, but Morgan pouted. “Where are you going?” You sighed. The plan was to sneak out of the tower and text everyone that you were on a train to DC.

“Just on a short trip to visit some friends. I’ll be back soon,” you thought it was a simple enough explanation for her; however, her brown eyes started to swell up with tears. “Hey, hey,” you knelt to be at her level. “No tears, sweetheart,” a few escaped her eyes, and you pushed them away. “What’s got you so upset?”

“You lied to me,” you did? “You said the doctors made sure you were healthy, but you are sick,” you regretted those words as soon as they left your mouth. “I don’t understand.”

“Come here,” you picked her up, grabbed a napkin, and sat on the couch with the emotionally distraught girl on your lap. You used the napkin to whip her cheeks. “Okay, first, I’m sorry that I lied to you. Can you forgive me?” She nodded. “Second, I am sick, but it’s harder to fight this sickness with normal medication. This medicine makes me feel all icky even though it’s helping. Does that make sense?” The girl slowly nodded. You weren’t sure if she did understand.

“When will you get better?”

“That’s the thing,” you spoke slowly. “I’m not sure. I’m going to be sick for a bit, but I promise on days when I feel good, we’ll play together,” you tickled her belly, and once again, the girl dissolved into a fit of giggles.

“Can we play when you get back?” You tapped her on the nose.

“Of course!” She jumped off your lap and demanded another hug as you waited for the elevator.

“Gonna miss you,” she mumbled. Her little arms hugged your leg.

“I’ll miss you too,” you ruffled her hair, and she released your hold so you could get on the elevator. She waved goodbye until the doors closed. “FRIDAY, make sure Pepper knows where her daughter is.”

“Right away Miss. Easton.”

*

It was a quick taxi ride to Grand Central Station, and you made it just in time to board your train. FRIDAY got you a window seat with no one next to you, so you took your sketchbook and headphones out of the bag. Out of all the forms of transportation, trains were your favorite. They were slower and provided a bit more planning, but you loved to sit back and watch the world go by. Sending a quick text to Pepper and Tony telling them where you were, you put your headphones on and played some music.

For some reason, your mind wandered to the 4-year-old girl who thought the world of you. She wanted another story, to play fairy princesses, and missed you. She missed you. You’ve only been in her life for a few days, and she missed you. What was going to happen if Plan B failed? No, you refused to think like that. You were determined and confident that it would work. Dr. Carpenter and the rest of your medical team were some of the most intelligent people. You trusted them with your life. So, if they suggested a treatment plan, you could give it your all.

Sighing, you tapped your pencil on the table in front of you. If there was downtime on your little trip, you could plan a new story to tell Morgan—one filled with action, adventure, and romance.

Your phone buzzed and broke you out of your daydream. You half expected it to be the couple demanding you to return to the tower, but it was text from a number you hadn’t saved. ‘Did you get into a fight with your old man?’ The text read. Your phone buzzed again. ‘Because he’s moody. That would be amazing if you could refrain from upsetting him before a mission.’

“What the hell?” You mumbled. ‘Who is this???’ You replayed.

The response was instant, ‘It’s Blondie, your favorite Black Widow,’ you rolled your eyes. “How the hell did she get your number?” Another message. ‘Don’t tell Natasha that.’ You laughed, saving her contact. ‘So, what happened between you and Stark?’ You sighed, looking out the window. You weren’t sure if you wanted to open that can of worms.

‘You’ve been avoiding me, why?’ You asked instead. The three dots kept appearing and disappearing.

‘Answering a question with a question, smart,’ you chuckled. ‘I don’t know why. It’s hard to explain.’

‘So complicated,’ she sent you two laughing emojis. ‘The fight between Tony and I is complicated.’

‘Is that why you left the tower?’ You were annoyed she knew so much about you, but you knew another about her. It was in her training, right? To know everything about the people around her.

‘I just needed a break,’ you told her. ‘I’m on my way to DC to visit some friends.’ She then read the message but didn’t respond. Odd. ‘Where are you headed to?’ You asked. The three dots appeared.

‘Can’t tell you,’ you frowned. ‘We were called to help other members of the team. They’ve noticed people going missing.’ Missing people? That was never good.

‘Just be careful.’

‘Do you care about me, Easton?’ You could hear the teasing tone in her voice as if she was in front of you. Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile.

‘Nah, besides, you’re my second favorite Black Widow,’ you teased. She sent two shocked emojis. ‘I’m just kidding. You are my favorite. I have to keep your ego in check.’

‘My head is so big it can barely fit through the door,’ you laughed out loud, receiving a few looks from the other passengers. You apologized with a smile.

‘Just be careful, you dork.’

‘I will promise.’

*

“There she is!” Chelsie said, running over to you. She picked you up and spun you around in a circle. You couldn’t help but laugh at your friend’s reaction. “You look good, girlie. I bet you must keep all the ladies away with a 10-foot pole.” She teased and took your backpack for you.

“I got no time for the ladies,” you said, following her to her purple jeep. You were always jealous of the car. You jumped into the passenger seat. “How have you been?” You met Chelsie at a bakery you used to visit when you wanted a new place to study. She knew your order, my heart, and would sneak leftovers to you when her dad wasn’t looking. A fast friendship was created that gave your mom a few extra gray hairs, but you loved the girl.

“So,” she said. “Are you hungry? I can get the old crew back together.” The old crew was a group that consisted of eccentric artists who loved to party and create with one another. You weren’t sure if they had an off switch, but they were some of the kindest people you’ve ever met. You haven’t seen them since your mom passed away. It would be good to see them.

“Sure, set it up,” Chelsie smiled.

“Voice command,” she ordered her blue tooth. “Send a text to the group chat ‘Triple Threat’ - everyone meet at Harvest in an hour.” You took your phone out and sent a text to the Black Widow and Tony, telling them you were picked up by your friend. “Are you texting the old man?” You laughed, locking your phone.

“Yeah, I have to make sure he knows you didn’t kidnap me,” your friend playfully slapped you.

“Tony Stark,” she said slowly. “I can’t believe that man got with your mom,” it was a little shocking to you, too. “What’s he like?” You chuckled, leaning back in your seat, and watched the city you once called home go by.

“Honestly, he’s been great,” you said. “Better than I thought he would be, but-” your voice trailed off.

“He’s not your mom?” Chelsie guessed and stole a glance at you.

“Is it bad that I keep comparing how he’s doing and reacting to how she would?” She shook her head.

“I think it’s human nature to look for similarities when differences surround us,” she grabbed your hand. “It does not make you a bad person. It just makes you human.”

*

“Lil’Picasso,” Jeffrey cheered, standing up from the chair and causing a small scene in the small restaurant, but that was the nature of being friends with the Triple Threats - they were extra loud but so full of love. Chelsie drove to her apartment, and you showered before heading to the Harvest. Everyone in the crew had a nickname. Yours was Lil’Picasso. Jeffrey was deemed the Mad Hatter, or Hatter for short, for his love of sewing. You hugged him first, then Michelle, the photographer of the group, Kandis, the writer, and finally Austin, who was famous on the streets of DC as Ghost, a graffiti artist. They were all super talented, your people, and one day, they would change the world. You felt bad for leaving like you did. Michelle and Jeffrey were part of the population that lost five years of their life.

“I see the Big Apple has changed you so much,” Michelle teased, pinching your cheeks as you sat beside them. “I barely recognize you.” You slapped their hands away.

“Shut up, mirror,” you laughed. Kandis filled your glass with water from the pitcher. You thanked her with a smile. “You guys have to come and visit. We can see a Broadway show.”

“Is Stark paying for it?” Austin asked. “We are broke, starving artists.” You could talk the billionaire into booking a hotel and paying to see a Broadway show. The waiter came over and took your order. You got a simple salad, wondering if you could stomach your usual. Once he left and brought back brake oil, Kandis hit your leg under the table to get your attention.

“So, the Avengers,” she said, spreading butter on the bread. “Are they as hot as they are on TV? Or are they hotter in person?” You rolled your eyes. “Hey! I’m not blind. They are good-looking.”

“I mean, yeah,” your mind immediately went to the blonde Black Widow, but you chased that thought away. “They are good-looking.”

“Who is it?” Chelsie asked. You hummed in question, sipping on some water. “Who did you think about when Ink asked you that?”

“No one,” you lied. That was the other thing. It was impossible to lie to this group. It was like they had a sixth sense for it. “Look, there is someone, but nothing has happened.”

“What’s her name?” Jeffrey asked.

“I don’t know,” your friends stared at you. “It’s a running but between the two of us. I call her Blondie.”

“Awe,” Michelle said. “That’s adorable.” You chuckled.

“Enough about me. Tell me about you guys. Book any gigs. Avoid the police?” Austin had a few close calls with the authorities. So they began to fill you in on everything that wasn’t posted on social media. Even when the food came, the conversation didn’t stop. There was so much to catch up on. Your heart ached for this familiarity, but your phone vibrated in your pocket, pulling you out of the story. Chelsie was talking about a possible TV show she had booked. Glancing at it, under the table, was a picture from the blonde. She took a picture of Kate sleeping with a permanent marker close to her face. A second text popped up with a message, ‘Do I or don’t I?’ You chuckled softly.

‘Don’t!!! She’s gonna be so upset with you.’ You sent. She quickly followed up with an emoji of a girl shrugging her shoulders. ‘Your funeral.’

“Is it the new boo?” Jeffrey asked. You glared at him.

“She’s not my boo, Hatter,” you made the mistake of placing your phone on the table. Chelsie grabbed it. “Vogue, give it back.” You pleaded.

“Relax, Picasso,” she unlocked your phone. “I’m just taking a group photo.” She turned the phone around with your camera app open. “Everyone smile!” Michelle put their arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. Everyone had big smiles on their face while you deadpanned the camera. “Wow, it looks like you love behind here,” she did a few things with your phone and returned it to you. She sent it to the blonde with a text message - ‘Hi Blondie!!!’

“I hate you,” you put your phone in your pocket.

“We are trying to get the ball rolling,” Kandis said. “When was the last time you got laid?” You cringed.

“Not answering that.”

“That means a while,” Ryan mumbled. You threw a piece of half-eaten bread at him, which he caught in his mouth and stuck his tongue at you. The group laughed, and you couldn’t help but smile; you could never stay mad at them for long. Your phone vibrated again.

‘Blondie? Are you talking about me, Easton?’ Another message.

‘Also, you look thrilled to be there. Do you need me to save you?’ Such a simple question made your stomach drop. She wouldn’t leave her mission if she asked you to, right? She was teasing, messing around with you. You wouldn’t ask her anyway; people’s lives were at stake. Michelle rested their head on your shoulder and read the message.

“Damn, girl. She’s got it bad for you,” you pushed them away, which meant they fell into Jeffrey. He put his arm around them.

‘I think I’ll live,’ you texted back. ‘Besides, you have a more important mission than me.’ The dots kept disappearing and reappearing.

‘You will always be important,’ she wrote. ‘No matter what mission any of us go on.’

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[svt-nari]

svt reacts to nari and cheol (pt. 1) !

jeonghan:

— he always knew about cheol’s feelings and he was sure they would end up together.

— it was just a matter of time in his opinion.

— when cheol called him saying that it was the day he was gonna confess, that he was a nervous wreck, jeonghan was exploding from happiness.

— he just wants what’s best for his members!

— when nari told him through message that it had happened he just knew he had to tease them about it.

— the only one who has the balls to tease nari tho…

— he wasn’t surprised but he was really happy, one of the most excited ones once he found out that they were - finally - together.

— helps them with whatever he can just to see them happy and healthy.

joshua:

— shua found out through nari because she was a nervous wreck about meeting cheol.

— poor baby was nervous for his friend :(

— i mean, nari made him nervous through their phone call…

— got so hyped up when he got the news that they were finally a couple!

— the one who takes most of their pictures ^^

— baby was so serious about letting the other members figure it out by themselves.

— like, bro acted all surprised when they decided to break the news to all of the others!

— acted all 😱😱😱😱

— and nari just rolled her eyes at him with a “bro you already knew it”

— which made him shush her bc he didn’t want the other to feel left out

— which earned him a lot of ‘boo’s.

— he’s just protective of his friends and wants the best for them.

jun:

— junnie was in china when cheolri decided to finally be a couple

— so, nari called him right after she got home from their date

— and SCREAMED to jun about it

— was all “WE ARE DATING!”

— and poor junhui was so startled that he just understood what she meant on the other day

— so he sent her a cute ‘im happy for you 🥰’

— he literally sent a message to minghao right after

— and was all like “bruh, they finally got together”

— so he ended up killing two birds with a stone

— he’s one of nari’s number 1 fanboy which results in him fighting cheol sometimes

— ^ only kidding tho, jun knows he’s too young to die so he doesn’t test cheol’s patience

— he’s overall just really happy that they found their happiness in each other.

hoshi:

— so. damn. dramatic.

— like, bro almost cried because, according to him:

— “my nari is too young to get married!”

— and the couple’s eyes got so wide with his statement

— started denying - even though they really considered the idea - that they would get married that soon.

— was upset for awhile

— especially when they told him he wasn’t the first one to know about it

— ^ full on sulking for an entire week until nari bribed him with a new phone case.

— really supportive!!!

— cries a lot about them when he drinks, saying that they only deserve happiness.

— cares a lot for them and nari is really grateful for it.

wonwoo:

— my boy wonwoo was actually the one who first said that they really matched each other’s energies.

— like, in his gut he knew there was something else

— so he wasn’t that surprised when they told him that they were together.

— ^ just shocked with his newfound skill.

— likes to pride himself in that though.

— he secretly enjoy watching them together,

— brings a kind of comfort watching the two of them being all lovey-dovey with each other.

— he snaps a picture or two whenever he has the chance.

— tells them to enjoy every moment together

— he’s glad that they have each other.

woozi:

— he knew that the lyrics nari wrote were describing someone he knew,,,

— all the sweet smiles whenever she talked about the song were the same ones she would direct to coups

— he pieced everything together quite quickly

— then, one day, nari arrived at the studio earlier with cheol

— ^ they were recording for the new album

— and woozi was in a meeting with the other producers before he went to the recording session

— to his surprise, when he entered it, the couple was holding hands while sitting on the couch

— with nari’s head on cheol’s shoulder

— and then he knew

— teased cheol for a good time

— like, whenever he receives lyrics that are all overly sweet

— he will immediately call seuncheol out on it and start the bickering

— though, he uses them for inspiration since he can feel the love whenever they are together.

— proud that they don’t care about what anyone has to say.

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[magnoliabutters]

• GOODS AND BADS •

pairing: eddie munson x reader (she/her, 18+)

request: from @xxbookdrunkdemigodxx​; reader has been testing eddie’s patience all day, and then she acts out during hellfire club and after everyone leaves. he punishes her. he rolls a 20 sided die to decide how many times she’ll be edged before he takes her home.

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; angst, dom eddie + sub reader, pet names, choking, kinky kinky, cum denial, edging, rough play, biting, “master” dynamics, (f receiving) oral, public sex, etc.

word count: ~2.1k

note: oh my gerd. yes. 1 million times yes. let’s annoy the fuck out of eddie until he fucks us. let’s go! first request ever so i hope i interpreted your thoughts right or i wrote okay 👌🏼 my anxiety poppin off today!

Eddie has always driven you to school. He enjoys seeing your sweet face fresh and early in the morning. He loves the cinnamon smell that follows you as you carry your hot chocolate. He loves how passionate you are. How you make him feel like he is the only person in the universe. How your body fits perfectly against his. How he never thought of soulmates before he met you. He loves that you were each other’s firsts and that you will be each other’s last. He loves how much of a freak you are. How you both share the same love for music. How you look in just his Hellfire shirt the morning after. How open minded you are and willing to talk about the craziest of things. He loves how your eyes scan over his body. How he will never have to doubt how you feel about him. How you happily will be missus Munson before you know it. He loves you with every fiber of his being, through all your goods and all your bads. He will love you forever.

One of the things he loves about you is the way you somehow always forget things. He likes to be your knight and shining armor, finding a solution to all your simple problems. Most days, he enjoys being the person in your life to remind you of the mundane things. Like, “Don’t you need your backpack?” or “Did you bring your lunch?” But today? No. Today, he fucking hated being that person. 

Today began with an ask for a pencil. You needed a number 2 pencil for your English exam. Eddie happily shared his. However, he also remembered how many times he reminded you about bringing in a pencil for the exam.

Before lunch, you asked to borrow his jacket between classes. He didn’t mind sharing his jacket. He loves seeing you in it. You wear it so well. He did mind the part where he reminded you to bring a jacket and you said you wouldn’t be cold and not to worry. He did mind that it was winter in Hawkins, Indiana and all he had underneath was his hellfire shirt.

During lunch, you managed to return the pencil - snapped in half. He had no clue how that could have happened and he had no intention of finding out. Any reason given would just piss him off more.

Despite your absolute natural ability to annoy him, Eddie would drop everything to be there for you. To be that knight. Your protector. Your lover. And sometimes, even your master. Your forgetfulness is just a fault he is more than willing to accept and love if that means he has forever with you.

All members of the Hellfire club meet after school on Fridays. You rest in one of the auditorium chairs as you watch Eddie’s latest campaign develop in front of your eyes. You always enjoyed how the Hellfire boys would react to Eddie’s crazy plot lines. As the entire group settles at the table, Eddie converses with his sheep and discusses the next steps of the night’s DND session.

All of a sudden, he calls on you. “Y/n, can you bring up the handbook?” he asks as he gestures for you to join them on stage. You immediately sink into your seat, realizing you left Eddie’s DND player handbook on your bed after trying to learn more about the different character classes.

With the hesitance of your movement, Eddie tightens his lips once again and slams his palms against the table. You shudder at the loud sound, knowing that whatever follows will not be good. Now, Eddie is an incredibly gentle, loving man. But he most definitely has his own way of punishing you, and fuck are you going to get it.

“We’re ending early today,” Eddie struggles to say calmly. The entire Hellfire club watches with wide eyes. They slowly begin to pack their things and leave the auditorium, careful not to do anything to further piss their dungeon master off. You gulp as you watch him pace back and forth on the stage. “Eddie?” you whisper. He gestures for you to be quiet as he continues to ponder how he can express exactly how much you’ve tested his patience today.

Several minutes go by but they feel like forever. You keep your head down, only flicking your eyes up every so often to try and interpret Eddie’s facial expressions. “Y/n, come on up here, please,” he instructs with a monotone. You take a deep breath before standing and accepting your fate.

As you reach the stage, Eddie pulls out his 20-sided die. He rolls it across the table towards you with a quick flick of his wrist. “What does it say?” he asks without making eye contact. You reach for it, holding it up to read the number. “Seven?” you respond, confused. “You’re lucky,” he mumbles under his breath.

Eddie nods very slowly as he places his hand to his chin. Although it feels like he is deciding your fate, you cannot help but to smile at the sight of him. His curly brown hair, gliding over his shoulders. His hellfire shirt, rolled up to his elbows. “Come here,” he demands as he points to his end of the table. You walk over solemnly, unsure of what is to come.

“Pull down your pants,” Eddie says as he places some distance between you two. You shoot him a wide eyed expression, gesturing for him to look at your surroundings. “We’re in the auditorium,” you mutter. “Pull down your pants,” he repeats. You roll your eyes as you unbutton your jeans and slide them down to your ankles. With one of your legs, you reluctantly flick your pants over towards him. Knowing full well if he repeats himself for a third time that he will make you pay for it three times over.

Eddie slowly walks up to you. His hands quickly grasp onto your ass cheeks. He grips on so tightly that the muscle pours from his ringed fingers. A gasp escapes your lips as you watch him lean firmly against your body. “You have tried my patience too many times today, my darling,” he mumbles. His hand slowly raising up your stomach, between your breasts, and lightly onto your neck.

“I’m sorry,” you pout as you watch him with those doe eyes he loves so much. “It’s too late for that,” he hisses through his teeth. With a quick movement, he picks you up and places you atop the table. His other hand provides firm pressure onto your neck. He holds you down, pressed firmly against the table. You peer back at him, a devilish smirk paired with those innocent chocolate eyes.

“Stay,” Eddie demands. When he gets like this, you know it’s your place to just button up and stay quiet. You are no longer a being. You do not get a say. You are his play thing, and for him to enjoy in any way he pleases. Exactly where and who you want to be in this moment. He shimmies your panties down to your knees. You rest, exposed for him. Vulnerable to him.

Eddie abruptly grabs your dangling legs and props your ankles onto the table. Your legs wide for him, just for him. You rest your head against the table, looking up to the dimmed stage lights. All your senses focus simply on touch. Where will he start? Where will he touch you? What will he do to you?

Without saying a word, Eddie bites into your inner thigh. Another gasp escapes your lips as you instinctually raise to grip his soft curls. Your legs clench together, which Eddie must not have liked. He harshly places his cold hands against your inner thighs and pushes down until you are spread wide open for him again.

“Do not do that again,” Eddie instructs sternly against your inner thigh. You feel his breath as he speaks lowly against your sensitive skin. It leaves you shaking, feeling completely overstimulated with the smallest touch. You nod, as you firmly place your head against the table. He trails his tongue up your thigh, leaving shivers and electricity throughout your body. “I didn’t hear you,” he mumbles. With a gulp, you respond, “Yes, master.”

Eddie slowly brings his tongue to the delicate space where your leg meets your groin. He places a light kiss before indulging in another monstrous bite. The pain of his teeth digging across your skin leaves you heaving for breath, but it also makes your entire body hot and excited for more. The air intensifying the pain of the bite once he’s left behind that reddened, bruised spot. Your nipples harden as he sloppily licks closer to your lips.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he mumbles as he drags his tongue across your folds. You desperately try not to clench your legs as the sensation almost pulls you over the edge. You whimper as he laps his tongue lightly against your clit. “Hmm, you taste so good,” he moans against you. The vibrations of his low toned words feel incredible on your most sensitive bits.

Another wince lets out as his finger makes its appearance. Your waist jolts at the unexpected feeling, but you quickly try to keep yourself planted to the cold wooden table. Eddie smirks as he rubs a thumb against your thigh. “Good girl,” he murmurs before diving back into you.

With each tensed lick, you find yourself struggling to hold on. Struggling to keep your legs down, your hips, your head. You want to see Eddie. To see those beautiful eyes peer over you as he laps up your wet pussy. But this isn’t about you. This about him, taking whatever he wants from you. You are still trying to understand where your punishment will come into play.

Your body tenses as Eddie circles his tongue around your hole. “You going to cum for me, dirty girl?” he asks as he grips tightly against your thighs. He feverishly pulls you closer onto his mouth with a huge gesture of his muscles. “Yes, m-master,” you say as you whimper from his touch. He gradually dips his tongue within you. You suck in as much breath as you possibly can. So close you can barely stand it. But how can you communicate? When you’re only allotted the words “Yes, master” without consequence.

Eddie dives himself deep within you. His hardened tongue dragging in and out of you. His thumb softly flicking your bean as he extends deeper within. “I can feel how close you are, baby,” he mumbles against your folds. “You want to cum, don’t you?” he mutters as he lathers his two fingers with your slick. He slowly pushes himself within you. He curls the tips of his fingers to brush against those familiar bumps. “You’re so tight for me, baby. I can feel you tightening around my fingers,” he mumbles as he breathes in heavily.

Eddie’s eyes close as he shifts his focus towards the feeling of his fingers. Your eyes close as you hone into that frivolous pit in your stomach. The way your toes desperately want to curl. How your thighs want to collapse around him, squeezing him against you forever. How you have to split your attention in two by remaining still and enjoying this oncoming mind numbing orgasm. With just one more thrust of his fingers within you, you whimper, “Please can I cum, master?”

“No.”

Your eyes quickly shoot open. Your body so close to the edge, yet told you cannot jump into the pleasure below. Almost leaving you without a choice, Eddie quickly shifts his speed by slowing his thrusts. Slowing his rubbing of your clit. Almost as though he was starting all over again. His lips gently kiss upon your thigh. “That’s one,” he mumbles against your skin.

“No, fucking way,” you loudly express. Finally, you understand where his punishment begins. You are swiftly met with a light slap of your inner thigh. You gasp once again to the burning sensation on your leg, met with the hotness of the air meeting your new love mark.

Eddie places a sweet kiss upon the top of your knee as he leans between your legs. He rests on his hands beside your waist. His hips tight against yours. A sweet feeling of his denim against your groin. “Six more to go,” he whispers. That beautiful smile returns to his face. He gnaws on your knee, finally showing some kind of empathy for your pained pussy. As your clit throbs and your body aches, you slowly lift your head to make eye contact with Eddie Munson. With a huff, you lightly rest your head back and widen your thighs once more.

“Did I really annoy you that bad today?” you ask.

“Yes,” Eddie answers.

  note: hope i made you proud, bestie <3  feedback puhlease

• nav • no-no plagiarism • one shot • requests open •

[rphelperblog]

House of the Dragons Quote Rp Meme : Part one

inspired by @multistoty @ofvalyriansteel @westerosiqueens @wcrriorhearts

The gods have yet to make a man who lacks the patience for absolute power. "

We have always been meant to burn together."

What is this brief, mortal life, if not the pursuit of legacy?"

The road ahead is uncertain, but the end is clear."

The gods give just as the gods take away."

You cannot live your life in fear, or you will forsake the best parts of it. "

When I’m Queen, I will create a new order."

A marriage is a duty, yes. But that doesn’t stop us from doing what we want. From f***ing who we want.

I do not wish to rule over a kingdom of ash and bone.“

In what way, sweet boy?“

I’m the queen of the realm. And you are all traitors.”

“When I’m queen, I will create a new order.”

“Without them, We’re just like everyone else.”

“For men marriage might be a political arrangement. For women it is like to be a death sentence.”

I hope for my father that he gets a son. As long as I can recall, it’s all he’s wanted.“

We perform our duty to our fathers and to the realm. And when it's done each of us dines as we see fit.”

Many that are tested only wish to have been spared it."

Meat without wine is also a sin."

Do not allow your temper to guide your judgement. "

Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did."

"How many more must die to slake your thirst for vengeance?

”Reluctance to kill isn’t the same as weakness.”

“To have every young knight and lord fawning over you… What misery.” 

You may do as you wish, husband... when I am cold in my grave.“

We must not rule with cruelty and callousness. “

You imbecile.“

I? What have I done but what was expected of me?“

Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again“

Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flout all to do all as you please.

 “When I wish to talk to him, I know I must make the effort.”

I wouldnt know what to say.”“

You have an easy way about you, your grace.”

“I never jest about cake.”

Fire is such strange power.”

“I will never be a son.”

“Our city should be safe for all its people.”

Yet it has cost us both what we loved.“

You know my oath reaches beyond our personal ambitions”

“What mother wouldn’t”

“All anyone sees when they look at me now- the queen.”

“Sjhe swore her innocence and I believed her.”

A good queen offers to bring comfort to her subjects.”

I wanted whatever you impressed on me to want.���

We are both mothers and we love our children.”

I saw him last night.”

One day, you will be our king.”

“My dearest love.”In the end, honor and decency will previal.”

“I find I have few friends there.”

“No but he will be partial to me.”

“She will move to cut off any obstacle for her succession.”

We must defend our own.”

“No one to take my side.”“

You are wiser than I believed you to be.”

“Rather a piece to be moved about the board.”

“Mine own father doesn’t know the language of words. to not.”

And bastards are monsters by nature.”

We do not rule but we may guide the men that do.“

How sweetly the fox speaks when it’s been cornered by the hounds.“

“That is my castle you’re living in, uncle.”

“To be restored as heir, you’ll need to kill me. So do it.”

“Mother would have understood this, just as I do.”

[crimsonfluidessence]

Prompt 28: Blunt

By some blessing from something out there, it was only so often that Esredes had to deal with the discomfort of the subject of heresy being discussed while he was masquerading in his normal persona. This had definitely lead to a lot of moments where he had to hold his tongue, like the time a Viscountess basically introduced herself by discussing how much she loved killing heretics and would not stop bringing it up every few lines of conversation. That was extremely uncomfortable. Inquisitors also always knew and made veiled threats, but he was used to that.

When Loyalists discussed him and his as if they were just servants of the Horde and went on about how a dragon killed their entire family, he always calmly explained the rational point of view, the truth muddled by the careful touch of words as to make someone understand. He was the good harrier, he would be the one they could trust, so they stopped thinking all of his people should be kicked out of Ishgard or worse. Even if it tried and grated his patience over and over again, he must remain calm.

But some days tested him, and today was one of them. First of all, the other person was a noblewoman. That was the first sign of a storm to come. Secondly, it was someone he didn't really know that well, which made it even more awkward. She had talked to him at a few parties around similar circles as his, they said hello at a restaurant once, and again out on the street. They were acquainted enough that when she approached him and asked him to talk somewhere private, he was content to agree to it. But she liked to talk about herself, and Esredes hadn't really said much of value to her.

So when she lead him up to the private, top floor of a fancy bar and sat in the corner chair, Esredes sort of just stood a few feet away. "What's going on?" He asked. She breathed a long breath in, then exhaled, her hands laid flat between her knees. "I'm just going to get right to the point." She said. "I heard some very concerning rumors about you. And they made me realize I have seen your face before. Heard your name before. Esredes... is it true?" "Is what true?" He asked. Oh no. "You haven't said what the rumors you heard are." She exhaled a long breath, looking to her knees. "...You wish to make me say it, I see. Very well. Why were you on posters, Esredes? Why do people say you're a heretic?" She looked back up at him. "Harrier." He said. "People say a lot of things about me. One accusation ruins your entire life." "Then... is it true? I'm not sure what to believe or not, Esredes. That's why I came to you. I want the truth." He was silent a moment. "And what would you do with the truth?" "Try to understand." She said. "You don't appear to be hiding. You wouldn't use the same name and face if you were." "I'm not hiding." He said. "But I prefer people not know about things that will ruin my quality of life." "It is true, then? You're guilty of heresy?" "I was falsely accused. I had the blood forced upon me. They didn't listen to me, so I had to run. It was dropped when the war ended." She sighed again, glancing away and towards various points in the ceiling, then at him again, her gaze a little more intense this time. "Then why did the rumors speak of Iceheart? Was that just exaggeration?" Esredes went silent. "I would like to think you would have to have a very good reason to do something like that." She said. "Admittedly, I don't know you well, but I would like to believe the way you present yourself in public- is at least a semblance of who you are. And you seem like a reasoned and mild mannered person. So, tell me, is it true or not? Why?" "Why do you think?" He said. "Ishgard was in an endless war. People like you or me would die if it kept going forever. The war only ended because of the truth she saw. And someone had to get Ishgard to that point." "By killing countless Ishgardians?" She asked, eyes narrowing. "By ensuring the Brume is even further from ever recovering? By trying to drain the land? I don't understand, Esredes. I really don't understand." "No, you don't." He said. "The Brume is only as it is because the much safer plan was ruined. We tried not to kill anyone, and that failed. Otherwise the war would have been over sooner." "And you're to tell me you truly believe this?" She said. "That all that bloodshed was necessary, and contributed to the war ending? Or are you masquerading the narrative to make yourself look better? I've heard stories, Esredes. Of people being mauled to death, by her followers. Of being captured and turned. Even sacrificing an innocent unicorn just to fuel Shiva herself. Are you to tell me they're false? Or, as you're making it increasingly feel like, are you twisting the narrative to make yourself appear innocent while you plot to bring down Ishgard, and I should be calling the Knights?"

Usually Esredes was patient. But it felt as if something in him wanted to snap, after having this conversation again and again and again. He narrowed his eyes. "Maybe if you stopped asking several questions at once to twist your own narrative, I could answer your damn question." He said. "That line of questioning goes both ways. What about all the Brumeborn that have been left to starve because of the system of nobility? Far more of them have starved to nobles than we ever killed on accident. What about all of mine who were brutally murdered and set on fire and burned to death and torn apart by our oh-so noble and chivalrous monsters we pretend are still people? Is that really any different? You don't understand. You're ungrateful, like most loyalists. We let ourselves be killed by your vicious, nasty, brutal kind over and over and over again, and still I told everyone not to hate you, to have mercy and understanding because you didn't know better, even though they were dealing with remorseless monsters who deserved no such mercy. I had to feel everything every single time I couldn't save someone. Did they feel anything at all? No, a lot of them still don't. You sit there seething in your entitlement. You can walk around like the war has ended, because it did, for you. No one tries to kill you because you took a stand. Not for me. I will never be free of the war because of people like you. Because you sit there and do nothing about anything but act morally superior for not making a difference. I hate it. Don't talk down to me, don't try to paint me like I'm the monster. I'm the only reason you're still standing here. I protected her so the Warrior could kill Nidhogg, so she could convince Hraesvelgr not to let all of us die to him. My people saved you. Not him. Not that parasitic chosen of Hydaelyn. We were her chosen first! This was our mission! We were asked to save you, and she punished us for it! Don't act like you're morally superior. You're not. You did nothing and let people suffer. I acted, I saved this entire city and by extension the entire world. You should be thanking me. You're ungrateful and entitled and why don't you quiet yourself and realize just how good you have it because of people like me who took the sacrifice and died just so you could hate us. A little bit of understanding and thanks and to not try to kill us is all we ask for, but you can't even do that. You want your pure city, you want every vile stain you perceive scrubbed out of it. Truly like a noble. And yet you're going to tell me that I'm the bad one, for choosing to instead believe not everyone who the See dislikes still has value as a person? You can shove the high throne you think your sitting on directly up-"

Esredes inhaled and exhaled, and came back to reality. He wanted to snap, but he couldn't. So as he recited this monologue in his head, he kept it there. "I don't think this is a good conversation to have right now," he said instead. "I'm going to leave, and if you want to talk to me about this later, I'm willing to explain myself. And if you'd rather not speak to me again instead, I understand. But I'm going to leave, because it's the best thing I can do right now." And he turned around and headed out without giving her time to respond. He went across the street and into a bakery's restroom to breathe in and out from the rising emotions until they simmered back down into a bottle.

That was close. Too close. He should've been able to deal with this as he usually did. He'd done so perfectly with the Miqo'te noble he was assisting with the involuntary blood transformation worsening, but he was at least more reasonable. What had gotten him so worked up this time? Esredes sighed and left, back out onto the street. Well, there went yet another bridge that was burned because of his true nature. And so it was a typical day in Ishgard.

[musicalfisher0306-blog]

For this assignment, I chose the theme "Fishing. " It is one of my favorite activities, and my wife and I love doing it together. On our days off together, if we are not home, we are most likely on our boat fishing. What I like about fishing the most is that it embodies patience, perseverance, and the acceptance of unpredictability. Every time we go out, we are never sure what we will catch, which is the beauty of Fishing and its relativity to life. Sometimes, we encounter rough waters, testing our resolve, while other times, we experience the exhilaration of a successful catch, which leads to my first photo. To get some context, My wife and I drove thirty-five miles offshore to an abandoned military radio tower called R-Tower. There is no other structure visible to sight besides the radio tower, and it provides an excellent habitat for all different types of fish to seek refuge or predatory fish to hunt. The fish I am holding is a Barracuda, a prevalent predatorial fish found here in South Florida. This fish is around forty inches long and is armed with deadly rows of teeth to attack and take down prey. The second photo is my wife and I holding her first keeper Gag Grouper, a challenging fish to target due to their raw strength. We are at one of our favorite fishing spots, located twelve miles northeast of Marco Island. It is an artificial reef made of old bridge concrete that the state of Florida dumps in the water to make an excellent habitat for fish to take cover and reproduce. The third photo could be a better quality photo, but I wanted to add this to my collection because it is right in front of my house, and being the die-hard angler I am, It is nice to know that I can go right in my front yard and do what I love right at home. This photo of a large-mouth bass is nothing to brag about, but it is still exciting to catch near your home. I cannot take credit for this next photo, but it was the right place and time. We were driving back through the Marco Island inlet, and my wife was trying to take a photo of me driving the boat during sunset. As she took the photo, a beautiful dolphin jumped at the perfect time. I Will keep this photo forever. Lastly, before I explain the last photo of my collection, I would like to give a quick back story. My Wife and I moved to Florida in March 2020, the week COVID-19 hit the United States. Everything was shut down here in Naples, and there was not much to do. My wife would drive around with me, trying to discover new areas to hike and social distance ourselves from people. We came across a bridge in Everglades City, FL, and decided to stop and take a couple of casts with a fishing rod. This photo is my first ever Florida Snook I caught, and it started my fishing addiction here. In conclusion, fishing reminds me to embrace life's uncertainties and to find joy in our journeys.

[hikarry]

I don't know what all the drugs I've been taking are for if they randomly fail me

Legit, I can be high energy and actually kinda happy the whole week but there's always one bloody day in the said week that I wake up depressed as all shit and not even feeling like myself. And it's not like I didn't take my meds the previous day! I did! I always do! But I just spend the whole day in bed trying to sleep and getting frustrated I can't sleep and cease to exist for a few hours - which has to stop. There's so many classes I can miss and I'm not down to tiptoeying that line like I did last semester

Today is being extra fucked up, not only because I had movie tickets and, because my brain is shit, I won't be able to go to the cinema, but because people around me keep testing my bloody patience

I swear I'm a good sport and polite and I can actually be kinda nice when the wind blows in the right direction, but fucking hell. First it's my bloody roomates whom I wish would perish in the darkest of holes, now it's this girl that was supposed to be on a oral presentation group with me and another girl that legit just ditched up for another group cause "I didn't identify with the theme and vibed more with them". Oh for fucks sake, go die in a ditch will ya

My brothers' in Christ, it's not like me and Girl A choose the theme by ourselves. Girl B was in on it! She fucking agreed to the bloody theme! She was fucking enthusiastic when we talked about it!

I don't know if it's the mental illness talking or I'm just down right petty, but I'm a master in oral presentations. That's my jam, okay? I'm not good at much else, but I'm good at talking and improvising and bullshitting my way through presentations and I'm ever so inclined to put extra effort into this work just so we have a better grade than whatever group she traded us for. Just so I can fucking smash her face against the list and show her she made a fucking mistake (yeah, this is probably me being petty AND the mental illness just pushing me over the edge)

Can I, please, just have a week where I go every single day to college without my brain randomly melting and people not testing my bloody limits? I'm but one man, I can only pretend so much

[kin-the-muffin]

haha soooo many things happening rn and i feel like i have so much time to do nothing like i used to but when i take a step back sure i have less but i still have a lot but then i remember that theres homework im already ignoring in my classes and new friends to know and be known by and old friends to either dump cuz theyre toxic and i never realized or try in vain to keep ahold of a slipping relationship and im in my senior year now hahahaaaaa

vent below

i auditioned for my school’s musical and i finally got a speaking part and im also technically a lead and that rly cool but it also means im going to have to stay at school for twelve hours almost every day until the second week of march when the play ends

im in my school’s honor choir and its a zero hour so i have to wake up at unheavenly times to get there and sing for two and a half hours

i get to be in a rly big state choir too and thats coming up in february and i havent looked at the music yet and i cant get the remind to work and all the emails are so long-winded and badly-formatted and confusing

and my english class is nearly full of students so thats fun and my school has zero, count em, Z E R O good senior english teachers but im pretty sure i have the better of two devils and i had her last semester so i know her and she knows me but i also know the kinda bs shes gonna throw at us and i just have to hope that she wasnt lying when she said that this semester would be easier because we’re not working on senior papers this time (mine was about mental health in schools not that anyone asked lolll)

i also have the same government teacher as last semester which is both a blessing and a curse because i know what to expect but like none of it is good and he makes us do these stupid unnecessary tiny group projects and why tf cant i just work alone i only know one person in the class and his lectures are so pointless and please just let me take all the tests and be done with this heaven-forsaken class already

then im in studio art which is basically the highest level art class at my school and you have to get permission from an art teacher to be in one of their hours then you work on one huge independent project the whole semester and my art teacher knows i draw on my ipad and said i could make a comic so now i have to figure out what its about then i can hopefully start the ball rolling from there but i have too many ideas and not enough at the same time and none of them are developed enough to make a 22-page, fully edited-and-colored comic

and my choir director is so incredibly passive aggressive but not really on purpose, he just knows he has a rbf and so he overcompensates to make himself more friendly but then when his patience runs thin he yells and i wanna cry and die and quit high school and cry some more

and im trying so hard not to stress over college because i know im gonna take a gap year so i can think about it then but two of my sisters have offered their homes to me and i love them both so much and ive been thinking about just getting an apartment and a roommate but i have to tell them that because one of them is going to renovate their basement with my potential living there in mind and then i end up stressing about college anyways like what major and what minor and what school and what even is my endgoal???? i dont know?!?!??!?!! i dont know what i want to do with my life, not specifically! my biggest dream rn is to be an mc streamer and thats just cuz im back in my mcyt phase and the old pipe dream from my childhood has returned but i know it cant actually work out btu the dreamer in me says it can but i know it realistically has like a .000002% chance of actually happening

and thats all i have the energy to say rn

sorry for the rant

sorry for not posting

ty and goodnight

[platonicximagines]

Platonicximagines

Imagine:: being Tabitha Smiths Drive to Beaks house

Alcohol mentioned

Another long ass night of driving ahead of you. Music mix. Set.

Snacks. Check.

Energy drinks. Check.

Patience? None.

It isn't long before the streets give you your first riders. you barely survive through fifteen minutes of small talk but you turn on your classic ' customer service' shark smile. managing to outlast the drive to the air port.

The arguing couple pitch fits about their covid tests with one another until it becomes comical. Your mind inserts a laugh track, this would be fantastic if it was Will and Grace style.

But this was reality.

'Baeby you ain't boarding that plane if your test isn't back yet'

You'd let them find that out for themselves, after all they've been 'planning it for months' and the way they went at each others throats was enough bad vibes for one ride.

Pulling up to release them onto the airport pavement where they belong was a Glorious moment. But the day got better: your phone buzzes, a new ride request. A great reason to not make eye contact as the squabbling duo exits.

But when your eyes land on the trip the windshield is coated with your *redacted brand flavor* energy drink.

That was so far. Were they serious?!

Would it be worth it? Impulse was your middle name.

You hit yes.

One person. One ride.

Either you were about to die or it was about to be a good night- and she better tip really fucking well.

Picking up Ms. Tabitha Smith- a woman with a contradictory ride rating was easy enough.

Just a short slide down town to the Krakoan gate, you have the route memorized by heart and could probably get there blind folded.

" Mss Smith?"

" Aye! Sup."

Immediately you notice it. " you drunk?"

" Yeah" click of the seat belt and she takes another drink from her bottle.

Okay. There's a dead beat of silence.

" need a water or anythin?"

" Maybe later we got time."

An boy was that the understatement. It was a few hours at least. " yeah we do you just lemme know when you want to stop for food. I'll need to stop for gas but otherwise I'll take you straight tBliss.

Pulling out onto the road the two of you set off, base thumping, knocking back energy drinks,and sitting in silence.

Pure bliss.

The drive was turning out to be worth it. There was a few moments of fear and regret: was she going to puke? Would the tip be worth it? Was she going to pass out and you have to drive her to a hospital? Were you about to be murdered?

You were pleasantly surprised how she held her liquor and she paid for everything. From the gas at the station to full blown meals for the two of you.

" I can't let you pay for tha-" you protested as she slid her card for the gas in front of God and everyone. A clear company violation.

All you were met by was a hand full of glowing orange bombs and a wicked smirk. " yes you can, you don't have a choice."

Sweeping bags of food into the car she adds, you were kidnapped. Deal with it. Now shut up,eat, and drive."

You glanced back in the rear view mirror returning her playful grin. " Yes maam."

Tabitha Smith was getting a high rating from you.

Sure the trip was batshit. But she was treating you so well you couldnt care.

Every now and then she'd make a comment about a song and it would spark a short conversation. Otherwise you'd see her scrolling her phone, which made you the super hero an hour in when you passed her back the charging cable right when her phone started to due.

" oh shit ! you're good." Snatching it from your hands she's back to scrolling.

" it's my job." You reply smoothly, " you kick ass and take names. I drive people places and try not to get squished by robots or aliens while driving people places."

" robots and aliens? In Oklahoma? Pftt"

" yeah children of the corn." She made a horror movie track noise and then snorted " nothing I can't handle."

" Hey laugh it off city girl but we have our megalomaniacs too."

By the time you pull up to the corn lined road the two of you had exchanged social media's. "Lemme out here."

" in the corn? What about the children??? You're not worried about getting attacked?"

" Nah I do the attacking. Xman remember. " She takes a drink and off comes the seat belt.

Breaking to the shoulder you glance in the mirror. " should I call someone for you or?"

Her glasses lower and the look she gives says everything; a chiding ' who do you think I am' but also a ' fuck no'. She was such a bitch it was great.

" Alright you have fun then."

Thump the door slammed and you watched her disappear into a corn field. You debated waiting and counting the cash there, or driving and seeing if she got to her location okay.

Getting out she hands you a ridiculous wad of cash. " Hey y/n? Take a week off."

But then you remembered she had said ' business' and you took your cue. Pulling off into the sunset down a dusty Oklahoma road ignoring the gunfire that echoes. She's an Xman. She's got this.

The next day you sent her a message

"👍???"

She responded " 💥🩹"

Look at you making friends.

[lunaxriax]

You judge everyone! Also I didn't drop off the face of the earth, I was just busy. You were busy too, with your lovely gf. Which brings me to my next question, what does she have that she can change you into the most affectionate and caring person ever? I nearly got a heart attack seeing that. You're like the cutest puppy with her and the devil incarnate with others. Yeah no thanks I'll pass, I don't want to die just yet.

I do not. That's especially reserved for idiots like you two. No, I still haven't forgotten about it. You know, you sound very much like a stalking creep when you say things like that. She has a whole lot more good qualities than you do, that's for sure. And well, I love her more than anything else in the world and I would do everything and anything for her. Whereas you, you just annoy the shit out of me and you make me want to kill you every other day. Why didn't you have a heart attack? You're really taking the fun out of things, Eli. If you had, then I wouldn't have to deal with this shit. If you don't want to die just yet, might I suggest you stop being the little annoying mongrel you are? Because you're really testing the patience I do not have.

[sydorax-squid]

The Life Of Jeanne Boulet 

  Jeanne Boulet awoke irritably at sunrise. It was a chilly June morning in Gévaudon and she needed to go out and tend the sheep. She groaned inwardly. Soon, very soon, she would be courted by handsome men and married off and she would never again need to spend her days out in the fields warding off wolves with a stick.

  “I am fourteen,” she told herself as she got dressed for the day. “Girls have been married younger than that.” The young woman looked at herself in a dirty piece of mirror. She gently poked her face, her round cheeks and bright eyes were very fetching and pleasing to see. “So why,” she wondered. “Has no man shown interest?”

  She was disheartened. A pretty lady shouldn’t be out watching sheep all day, every day! She should be in town, catching the eye of strong young men that want families and home-cooked meals. Poor Jeanne Boulet sighed, tying back her long brown hair. Perhaps she could convince her parents that Claude was old enough now to take her place. His ninth birthday was in October, that was close enough.

  Gévaudon was a quiet place, apart from the occasional mauling that was fairly commonplace in rural France. An expected fact of life; death, swift and sudden. But the sheep were precious, they fed and clothed the lucky few who survived the wars, the beasts, the sicknesses and those yet unaffected by the ravages of time. One way or another, death would come. Death was consistent.

  Poor Jeanne Boulet knew all about the inevitability of death; she’d watched it claim her younger sister. Death came in the form of illness without cure, and it ate up her sister from the inside, hollowing her out, whittling her down to naught but bones with cheesecloth skin holding them together. Jeanne Boulet had watched little Maria die, held her skeletal hand as God’s angels took her away to be reunited with the Lord. Jeanne had believed then that God took Maria because He missed her up in Heaven. But that was only the first. The longer Jeanne Boulet lived, the more people she knew were reunited with God, the less that thought seemed to comfort her. She began to wonder why God would send people down here at all if He was just going to take them back after a few years. God was being selfish, thinking only about how much He missed these people and not how much their living friends and family would miss those He took back.

  Jeanne Boulet had grown to dislike this aspect of God. He had taken many of her friends and siblings away, too, as well as her grandparents. She wasn’t so mad about her grandparents. By the time death came for them, they were too old to work; they just ate and slept and took up space. God did them and her family a favor, saving them from prolonged suffering, probably as an apology for what Maria went through a few years prior. Jeanne still loved God; she prayed to Him and spoke to Him often when out alone in the fields. She simply didn’t agree with him on a few things, which was fine. She had noticed that blind, mindless faith was like a pumpkin left on the vine; eventually it will rot and crack and the innards will spill out to be eaten or buried by animals. Stagnation led to death. That’s why God gave them challenges, to save them from wretched stagnation. 

  “He’s challenging me now,” Jeanne Boulet muttered to herself, staring out at the sheep as they grazed peacefully. “Testing my patience. Well, I’m patient enough. You can stop it.” She smiled to herself. Maybe God would reward her unyielding tenacity with a loving, handsome husband! One that would carry her away from Gévaudon and sheep and long lonely days filled with dread. 

  “Do You ever get lonely, Lord?” she inquired, waiting on an answer that never came. “I would think so. You’re unique, peerless. It must be hard, being the only one. Nobody to relate to.” She nodded. “I know what that’s like. I’m lonely, too. But at least I have You.” She looked up into the sky, observing the big flock of fluffy sheep wandering across the blue prairie above her head. She felt a comforting warmth in her bosom at the thought. God was always there, listening and watching. Even if she never found a husband, at least she had the company of God. The idea made her rather happy. God was without death, He was eternal, the one constant in life anyone could turn to for positivity, for love, for comfort. During the worst times; times of war, famine, disease and suffering… He was always there. 

  Jeanne Boulet’s mind wandered by memories of her grandfather. He was always quick to blame misfortune on the Almighty. Everything that went wrong in life was God’s fault, but the little miracles and successes were never equally owed to that same all-powerful deity. Bon-papa never praised or cherished God’s gifts. He was bitter and angry and chose instead to blame all of his problems on a higher power, never taking accountability upon himself. 

  Grand-mére was different. She chose to see the suffering and hardships of life as gifts in their own right. Jeanne could remember her words; “Everything we go through, every blessing and every hurtle is a gift from God that we must cherish. These things shape us, mold us, make us who we are. For better or worse, good or bad, we are the sum of our experiences and every one of those experiences are because of God.” Grand-mére was ancient and wise, if not a burden on the family in her final days, though she was remembered with great fondness.

 Poor Jeanne Boulet saw a sheep had wandered off a bit and she quickly went to bring it back to the bulk of the flock. She sighed, stroking the animal’s thick, warm wool. The animal bayed quietly, walking deep into the billowing fold of it’s fellows. Jeanne found herself longing for a husband again. She wanted a family of her own, she wanted to have a few babies, live in a nice town, in a warm, red-brick house; far from sheep and this solitary life.

  “Am I asking too much?” Jeanne inquired. “I’ll be happy to be married before I turn sixteen. That’s how old Maman was when she married Papa. Maman and Papa are much older now and they had seven children. But it’s just me and Claude left. If I have any hope of having my own children, I must start soon. Please, God, let me have children. I’ll keep tending sheep, I’ll even work in the fields if it means I can have my own family.”

  Bargaining with God; how silly! Jeanne shook her head. No one ever got anywhere that way. She just needed to trust in Him, in His plan for her. But what if what God wanted for her wasn’t what she wanted? How could she just trust that His silent intentions were best for her? She wanted so much to believe as her grandmother had; with her entire heart. But what about asking questions? Jeanne Boulet was young and curious. She naturally had many, many questions that brewed inside her, whirling around in a quizzical tornado, wrecking havoc on her heart. 

  “If only You would talk to me,” she said, upturning her eyes once again to the sky, searching for any little sign of… anything. She sighed, sitting down on the freshly-chewed grass. She lay her staff down across her lap, absently picking at a loose fiber of wood she spotted there.

  One of the sheep looked up, it’s ears twitching nervously. Two more ewes joined the first, their rectangular pupils dilating as they looked around. Jeanne Boulet was busy picking at the wood staff, thinking about what kind of husband she might someday have, about God’s possible intentions for her life, and whether or not God controlled every little detail of everyone’s lives.

  More and more sheep ceased their grazing, their bodies tensing under their woolen coats. Poor Jeanne Boulet was far too deep in thought to notice the warning signs, not before it was terminally too late. 

  The sheep began baying and bleating frantically, stomping and prancing, bumping into each other and then Jeanne. The young woman shot to her feet, looking around the field at the panicking animals, clutching her only means of defense tightly in her hands. The sheep split apart, moving and flowing over the ground like water, revealing just what had upset them.

  Poor, poor Jeanne Boulet. She stood there, alone in the quickly emptying field, faced with something that she couldn’t quite comprehend.

  It was so large. Jeanne had seen wolves before, but this was much bigger than a wolf. The creature in question was the size of a cow, lean in frame with a broad chest. It snarled at her with a wide mouth set in a flattened snout, flashing two-dozen vicious bone-daggers at the fourteen-year-old girl. It shook a dog-like head, the foreign face and pointed ears directed, focused on the unfortunate Jeanne. She noticed the color of the fur; tawny with a black stripe that ran the length of the beast’s spine. A strange color for a wolf.

  Jeanne swung the stick at the enormous monster as it approached, it’s unusually long tail swayed back and forth, a little tuft on the end like some mocking decoration. She shouted at it, swinging the stick again. She stepped back, her foot hit a stone and her body tumbled backward to the ground. She saw the beast leap towards her, revealing a soft white stomach just before it pounced.

  Poor Jeanne Boulet felt the full weight of the cow-sized creature hit her, the many sharp teeth closed around her slender neck. As the needly points sank into her flesh, she wondered if God was still there with her. Was he watching? She felt a very sharp pain, a pull at her throat, then she was staring up at the bloody maw of the monster. 

  She felt cold.

  She tried to speak, to apologize to God for being mad at him. But Jeanne Boulet’s throat was gone, swallowed up by the anomalous creature. She was scared, yes, but not alone.

  God was there with her, as He always had been and forever would remain. He was always there when they needed Him, always.

  Jeanne Boulet closed her eyes.

END

[ezri261]

Personal Assistant...

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 4

Part 3

Warnings: Degradation, cursing, an organ getting cut off

"What do you mean gone?! You better be pulling my leg here, Tartaglia!"

Dottore shouted at the ginger, not believing that his loyal assistant is gone from his room, surely the ginger was just bluffing to get a reaction out of him, right?!

The masked man was overthinking to the point that he was already marching over to (M/N)'s headquarters, along with the rest of the harbingers and the [alive] assistants. [yk, bc op died lmao, rip bozo]

The said male threw the door open, making a shelf full of plants fall down to the floor, dirtying it.

"Ah... Milords and miladies, what brings you here?"

(M/N) was quite startled that every harbinger was there- They even destroyed his plants! He was furious but nevertheless, he couldn't snap at them as he didn't want to die yet.

"My apologies, (M/N), Tartaglia informed us that you weren't in your room."

"Lord Pierro, Lord Tartaglia, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I just took a shower. Sorry for the trouble."

"No worries, (M/N). It seems as though Tartaglia wasn't looking hard enough for you, how lazy."

Sandrone replied, eyeing Tartaglia up and down, she was mad at him for ruining her beauty sleep. As while Arlecchino sighed and shooed the others away, wanting some rest herself.

"Get some rest (M/N), apologies for barging in."

"It's no problem, Lord Capitano."

The harbinger nodded and went out of the room with the rest of them. It was quite weird that all of them went to (M/N)'s room altogether though.

Two days has passed and (M/N) was back to working with Dottore, nothing seemed too much out of the ordinary, just the usual when working with him; Experiments, delusion making, drugs, potions, visions(?), pills that make you tell the truth- Wait-

"Now tell me (M/N), where were you last night? Because I, for one, know that, that ginger wouldn't wake us all up just for a misunderstanding."

Dottore was standing in front of (M/N), while the male was sitting down at a chair, tied to a rope to prevent him from escaping.

"Lord Dottore, I was at my room, showering. Lord Tartaglia must've not seen me."

"Tell me the truth or I'll force it out of you."

He was slowly losing his patience, it would be a shame to kill a person who helps him with his experiments, he'll probably just leave him with... Permanent blindness in his right eye.

"My Lord, if I may be bold, I am telling the truth- AH-"

Dottore forcefully grabbed his chin and forced his mouth wide open to swallow the pill. It didn't take long for (M/N) to swallow the pill and cough harshly due to not having anything to push the pill down easily.

"Now tell me, for the love of Tsaritsa- Where have you been?"

"I was at- I was at Lord Scaramouche's hiding place-!"

It was quiet for a moment until Dottore grabbed (M/N)'s shirt and pulled him towards himself, he was seething in anger and if anyone were to enter the room right at this moment, they would be dead before they could even step another second.

"WHERE IS THE BALLADEER AT?! TELL ME YOU, STUPID PEASANT!"

"I don't- I don't know!"

Now (M/N) was trembling in fear, quite scared for his life as the masked man thrashed the lab, his creations being broken left and right. Everybody knew of Dottore's outbursts and it wasn't nearly as bad as this one, in fact, you could even say that this one was the worse out of all of them.

"WHERE IS HE?!"

"Sir- I told you, I do not know, he's always on the run!"

"YOU USELESS FUCK!"

He grabbed a- A FUCKING MACHETE?!!? jk

He grabbed a pocket knife and lodged it into (M/N)'s right eye and the tied-up male couldn't do anything but grunt out in extreme pain while trying to catch his breath and try his best to stay awake.

"You'll be cleaning up this mess once you wake up tomorrow morning. And you will be testing out this potion I made. Am I understood?"

(M/N) was confused but nonetheless, nodded and finally passed out due to lack of blood and exhaustion. . . . . . . . . . . . . . You didn't think that this was the end, did you?

Dottore picked up the passed-out male and took care of him swiftly before carrying him back to his room, putting him on the bed so he could recover comfortably.

He leaned in and whispered to his ear; "Just so you know, this experiment of mine will determine whether you'll die or not."

With that, he left the room with the injured male sleeping soundly.

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING PART 4 AND I'M SORRY FOR THE SHORT CHAPTER 😭🙏 I WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK ON IT YESTERDAY BUT I HAD TO GO TO THE DOCTOR CAUSE I COULDN'T HEAR ANYTHING IN MY LEFT EAR, BUT I GOT IT FIXED, DW!! I'LL TRY TO POST PART 5 AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, AND YES, IT'S SMUT. taglist:

@kyaaii @sarahyumiko2 @yunadxd @yourdadisabitchboy @justakiro @leafinapuddle @auticorrett @justakiro @illytian @yukinarengoku @annoying-and-upset @amimo3 @dontjudgeabookbythecover @n310el @instantitsu @mitsukashi @leavemealing @rul-of-demise @gallantys @leafanonsforest @eliciana @felix088 @harlanfalcon @traumamakesmefunnier @qluvrv @ninexero