#sovietorphan

[suresaint-moved]

@sovietorphan​ surrounded by ghouls

She smelt the creatures before she saw them, foul and rotten and carrying the stench of a battlefield on their backs. Without looking at the boy, she gripped him by the scruff of his shirt and yanked him roughly behind her. The ground shifted beneath her boots and suddenly all around them the earth began to crawl and rumble and rose into foreboding mounds of loosening dirt right before their eyes. “Stay behind me,” she told the boy, drawing her spear from over her shoulder just as a large, talon-like fist burst through the dirt and the first ghoul frantically clawed its way out of its nest with a horrible, gargling scream. 

With the spear tucked beneath her bicep, fingers gripping its shaft, she sprinted towards it, vaulting off of the ground through the force of her thigh muscles and thrusting the spear forward, piercing the ghoul in its throat. She used two hands to rip the blade out, and swung its length in one swift motion behind her, slicing through the necks of two more that were flanking her from her side. More ghoul filled mounds ruptured from the earth, and the witcheress’ head swivelled to check on the boy as she retreated back to him, all the while aware of the growing threat surrounding them.

How had they wandered into a ghoul’s nest? There were no signs of there being one, yet there they were, uprooting themselves from the mire. Somebody had concealed the tracks. But who? She spotted a break in the growing hills and looked down at the boy. “Run that way.” What she didn’t know, however, was that they would be running straight into the guerrilla hands of the Scoia’tael lying in wait...

[rectoress]

@sovietorphan​ said: “when I got shoved out of your tummy was I nice to you or a meanie?”

crediting @suresaint​ for the insanely skilled and flawless edit

[onlylibertya]

      In all of her years at sea, and more so at the helm of her own ship, Anne had never encountered a stowaway as young as he was. Gods, he couldn’t have been far into his fifth nameday; skinnier than a stick and dirty - poor thing must be terrified. Anne is torn between retaining the mantle of Andrew Bonny, feared pirate and occasional sea-born search and rescue, and the softer part of her that wishes to offer some comfort to him. “... How the hel- in the world did ye manage to sneak onto my ship?”   /   @sovietorphan​

[jcyfulmess]

@sovietorphan​ asked :        ❛     i’m  sorry  i  left  you.     ❜ 

        Indeed he better felt sorry. When he came back home, the woman was hanging by the balcony, elbows leaned against the fence and at first she didn’t acknowledge the little boy’s presence. After a long sip she put the drink down on the bar, then proceeded to finish her cigarette with as big puffs as the previous sips. Intoxicated from top to bottom. 

Perhaps the worst picture you had from a parent figure in this moment. But didn’t he leave her for a reason after all ? Finally Marisa spun around, bare foot but she was still tall and she towered the child from her height. She watched him longly, taking her time so he’d think to possible scenarios in his head, maybe be scared a little. 

Mrs Coulter was glad he was back home. A couple of days running around the city on his own, came back to the orphanage, tried to find his biological parents or mother... she hadn’t let him go unmonitored. She had sent a couple of spies from the Magisterium for her own personal account to follow the kid. The woman knew he’d come back eventually, but she had one fear. if he got abducted by her own organization. But he was back, just like she had planned it. And on his own will. 

Her tongue brushed her lower lip, head tilted, her eyes never left Jack,    “ It’s the last time, you hear me ? Next time you run away you better not be found. ”     A pause, another puff, another sip as well to match the mix,     “ Now, to bath and then bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

[prodiyal]

@sovietorphan​

         ❛  you have as much time as it takes for me to finish sending this text to put whatever you’ve taken out of my bag, back into my bag. and if you don’t, i’ll turn you into a fucking pretzel.  ❜ 

[newsworth-a]

    “   i thought about getting a dog.   i was gonna go check out the shelter for potential candidates.    you got any plans for today ,   or could you help me out with that ?   “       @sovietorphan​

[strawpolls]

“Were you there when momi shoved me out of her belly?”

Curtis inhales his coffee. It burns his windpipe and he sets down his mug to wheeze it out before the dark liquid could reach his lungs. He didn’t think this day would come, and so soon, and without Amb to help. “ –– went down the wrong way, ” he huffs, and beckons the little boy over to sit on his lap. The redness in his face masks the true terror of having to explain that Jack was adopted. “ Jack, let me tell you something. Are you listening? Are you being serious? ” 

[synthmama]

@sovietorphan

“Okay, come on -- let’s not do that.” There’s a grimace, and in the back of her head she knows that’s never the right response to give to a young boy; tends to have the effect that tinder does to a dying flame. Still, she sighs, before motioning away. “Let’s get you something better to eat than... whatever that is. Sound good?” 

[suresaint-moved]

@sovietorphan liked for a starter

                   for a witcher it is easy to ignore the howling winds, the biting cold, the relentless torrent of rain. but for the boy, and one as young as jack is, it’s impossible. the storm has not ceased all evening, and nights in the middle of a dark forest seem endless to those who aren’t used to them. the rain has made a swamp out of their camp, her boots squelching as she walks fast towards the makeshift shelter propped up from the ground by a primitive cot she had made from strips of lawyer cane. she undoes its holdings and slips inside to find jack wrapped up in every blanket she owns. water drips from her face as she climbs in and closes the flap tight. “i checked on beetroot. he’s fine. he’s sheltered. like the two of us. you don’t have to fret any longer.”

[rectoress]

@sovietorphan​ said:  ‘will you have a baby so that I can hold it and tell it what to do? Zel said she can’t.’ // ur weekly jack harassment :,)

               dismissing jack never is an easy task, nor is it a straightforward one. words ought to be chosen with care lest their meaning, or lack thereof, prompt a question to be asked, a comment to be made, a face to be pulled. even the complete absence of words won’t deter the child. a pointed look, a wave of her hand, a nod of her head, they all fail in the face of a stubborn and wayward boy in possession of a great many resources. when the question is flung across the room, a last resort to delay her, it does compel the rectoress to stop. scant inches from the door, she slowly turns around. the embrace of her gaze is sharp and piercing, as though it means to see right through him to sound him out - but she knows better than to reach for his thoughts to pluck out the truth of his intentions because that will only serve to set him off and spark another outburst.

“no.”

no will not suffice now, will it? the matter at hand is much too complex for his young mind to comprehend and tissaia would be loath to get into it now - or ever, if it can be helped. besides, such a responsibility doesn’t rest with her but the witcheress. “i cannot either. mages and witchers cannot reproduce, jack. you would be wise to remember it.”

[hitsharderold]

@sovietorphan​ said “What are these?”

▌│█║▌║▌║ ➽   Clint gently plucked the medication bottle from small hands in the same motion as he picked up Jack. He placed the medication high up on the fridge and with a sigh he pressed a kiss to Jack’s forehead.  ❝ Pills for Dad’s back. Once I fell off a roof and landed on a car. It hurt a lot. So to keep the pain away, I take these. But you have to be careful, they can make you sick if you were to take one. ❞ 

He had broken parts of his back more than a few times. The cold hurt his joints as well as long night sleeping everywhere but a bed. And he should be going to physical therapy but it wasn’t his favorite thing.

Clint hummed and turned his attention back to his son with a cocked eyebrow.  ❝ I see you’ve been going through the bathroom cabinets.  Did you find the Spiderman bandaids? ❞

[bcthoundold]

@sovietorphan​ replied to Best behaved man

lies! he chews up all the kids toys ��

That’s true, but he will steal replacements from other kids

[onlylibertyaa]

@sovietorphan​ asked: “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

      Anne has never been a fan of the dark. It was fine when she had company, but with James working late and the kids all tucked away in bed, when the power goes out her heart droops and sinks into her stomach. It was a weird nervousness to have, considering the fact that Anne has started down men twice her size and threatened to put them on their arses on more than one occasion. Aye, she has dealt with things far, far larger and certainly more fearsome than the unexpected darkness of a power cut. As she rises from the couch, bones cracking for a few too many hours of being sat in the same place for too long, she begins the clumsy feel around her living room and to the stairs.

      Checking on the kids would be the first port of call, and then to her own bed to tug the blanket over her head and to wait for it to come back, or for morning to arrive. James and Aveline were sleeping soundly, but when Anne opens the door to Jack’s room, what little light shows her that he is sat up in his bed already. She is reminded of the one time they’d shared secrets, of times when she was asked what frightened her. Anne had paused for a moment, beckoned him closer and whispered: I don’t like the dark.

     She hadn’t expected him to remember, but when his sleepy whisper reaches her, she softens a little. “Yer very brave,” she whispers. “Don’t suppose ye’d fancy sittin’ with me a spell till yer da gets home? I’d be very grateful.”

[strawpolls]

“is that cocaine?”

It’s FLOUR. He was making pancakes for breakfast and didn’t think leaving out the flour would be a misstep on his part. He blinks and then his mouth twists into an unusual shape.  " Wha- No, it’s not COCAINE ––– Jack, who taught you that? ”

[seduttora]

@sovietorphan​

                    ❝   𝙉𝙤   –   ❞   Palm   slams   against   the   metal   double   doors   ,   closing   them   harshly   before   the   curious   visitor   got   a   glimpse   into   the   room.   Shirley   had   another   funeral   coming   up   ,   and   the   last   thing   a   kid   his   age   needed   ,   was   to   see   a   corpse   strewn   wide   open.   How   the   fuck   had   he   even   gotten   down   there   ?   

❝   Sorry   ,   bud   ,   but   that   room’s   off   limits.   Only   grownups   are   allowed   in   ,   and   only   when   Shirley’s   home.   ❞   She   offers   him   a   grin   as   if   it’ll   lessen   the   stern   blow.   Allie   had   brought   home   a   friend   ,   from   who   knows   where   ,   and   while   Shirley   and   Kevin   were   out   with   their   son   ,   they   were   both   Theo’s   responsibility.   Not   exactly   what   she   had   signed   up   for   ,   but   a   small   price   to   pay   for   living   under   her   sister’s   roof.   ❝   How’d   you   end   up   here   ?   Where’s   Allie   ?   ❞