#(he just needs Frey's help to do it :P)

[cherry-cosmoz]

Heart shaped cut | pt 2

As he drags you out of your room you take your knife out of his thigh.

Why the fuck would he even keep you alive,there has to be a catch no way, he’s a murderer for crying out loud.

You snap out of your thoughts as you realize he wants to steal your grandmas truck.

God fucking dammit, “don’t hot wire it just here take the keys.” You start digging through your shorts finding the keys to the rickety Tahoe

“w-well that’s easier” he says, what the fuck did you get yourself into.

He throws you into the truck and zips out of the driveway.

“Where and why the hell are we driving.” You say watching the trees go by.

“there’s a target near here.”

“D-do you know her a-actually?”

“Maybe what’s her name.” You ask annoyed

“e-evelyn Frey she lives like 5 minutes away from you”

Frankly you did know who he was talking about but decided to play dumb

“Yeah I fucking hate her”

“What did she d-do”

“Just drive”

Toby pulls over on the side of the side of the street a few houses down.

Toby gets out of the truck and pulls you out as well

“Walk.”

You both started walking down the street eventually getting to her house.

“W-walk around the b-back her window is there”

You both walk around the side of the house.

You knew her parents were out of town only her and her older brother Keith were home, Keith’s truck was in the front.

You get to Evelyn’s window, she’s asleep

It takes you this long to realize he wants you to kill her.

“Why aren’t you going in.”

“I w-want you to kill her”

Fuck you were right, surely you’ve thought about killing people but never thought of going through with it.

He opens the window and jumps in

Shortly after you follow him in

He tosses you a hatchet.

Static fills your head.

You fall to your knees. “Don’t p-pussy out n-now”

“SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP LEAVE ME ALONE” you scream at him

Tears are streaming down your face, “just let me do this”

“Whatever j-just hurry up”

You bring up the hatchet over your head then bring it flying down.

Crunch.

You let go of the hatchet that’s lodged in her head. You rip the hatchet out from her head

Her long black hair with her grown out roots is now ruined filled with blood and her own brains.

Toby walks out the room probably to go steal shit

You start rummaging through Evelyn’s stuff grabbing clothes and other things you want, stash of weed fuck yeah once you finish raiding all of her things you start to get bored waiting for Toby to get back.

You find one if Evelyn’s eyebrow razors and walk over to her bed, her once white sheets are now a deep red.

You start to carve into her stomach you leave a heart shaped cut.

After your done you turn to see Keith, covering his mouth and holding a phone to his ear.

This could fuck up your plan.

You sprint towards him swinging straight into his chest, he rips a blood curdling scream.

The blood splattering against your face you can’t help but smile.

He’s not dead yet.

You keep swinging and swinging.

You hear his death rattle and watch the blood gargle out of his mouth.

You have blood all over your face and in your hair.

You hear laughing

Toby had been watching you the whole time

“What the fuck did I js do”

You begin to cry again

“F-fuck he was on the phone with the police” Toby bends down to grab the phone and hangs up.

“We n-need to go now.”

You grab your bag of stuff and jump out the window, “Toby what’s taking so long”

“I n-need to h-harvest their kidneys”

7 minutes pass and he’s jumping out the window.

“Why do we need organs”

“T-they are for a friend”

You both start sprinting into the woods

(Time skip sorry!)

30 minutes have passed and your starting to see a cabin in the distance, static starts to fill your head.

You get close enough to the cabin to see a man, he was holding a gun.

It was pointed at you.

Bang.

You fall back to the ground and cover your mouth to not scream.

Toby begins to pick you up.

“S-shit”

He lifted you up as if you weighed nothing.

This was not a great moment to be flustered but you were.

You reach the cabin.

“H-Hoodie what the f-fuck is wrong with you”

“Watch it kid that’s a random ass girl you have. Do you know what the operator would do to us if he saw this shit.”

“S-She murdered two people and she gets symptoms”

Toby drops you on the cabin stairs

As the two argue, you rip a piece of your shirt and bite down hard on it, you dig your fingers into your bullet wound growling and muffled screams irrupt from your throat.

You feel something hard.

Bingo.

You rip out the bullet from your stomach.

Throwing it on the floor and catching your breath.

Blood is leaking fast from your torso.

“God f-fucking dammit I c-can’t not leave you unattended”

A masked man with a cigarette walks out from the cabin.

“You should bring her to EJ”

Toby picks you up quickly and rushes you through the door.

Running to this random door inside and running down the stairs.

“JACK” Toby screams without stuttering

A tall man with a blue mask walks towards toby.

“What now twitch”

“You h-have a n-new patient”

The blue masked man sighs “what do I get”

“Four k-kidneys” he rummages through his cargo pants and throws a bag of kidneys into the man’s arms”

Toby rushes you to the examination table

Your vision gets hazy and you hear static.

AUTHORS NOTE

Yall I had to rewrite this chapter all my progress deleted 😭😭

[outsiders-owen]

[for this post, there will be an out of character segment below the cut]

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What- what's happening? Hello?

Owen, he- he did it.

Rasbi, what?

Apo.

What did Apo do? Why is everyone crowding around him, what's going on?

He

pulled

the

lever,

Owen.

He killed the other clearing. It's his fault they're dead.

OWEN! Owen, help me, please- I- I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry-

A-apo? You lied to me?

I did, I'm sorry, I-

...I need to go-

NO! Owen, please, please wait, I can explain, I can-

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̸̨͕̻͇̞̹̫̘̿̑̋̓̒̒̋͌͐́͛͗̂k̸̨̩̹̱̹̯̘͈̹͙͐͌̄̒̏̔͊̚ ̴̬̥͈̠̟̱̼͔̳̭̣̫̖͗̈̀̒̄̈́̇͊͜͝k̴̢̟͍̼͕̙̹̖̙͖̉̈̇̋̍́̆̄ ̶͙̭̳̺̦̖̝̤͔́̌͗͂̉̿̽͗̅͑͗̕͝k̴̛̗̻͚̽̈́̃̉͝͠ ̶̨̬͍̯̪̯̞̺͇̒͜i̸̧͉̘͕͚̪̺̟̘̮̲̳̓̎̓͆͑̈́͊̀̐̎̕ͅḽ̸̨̡̧̝̬̣̦͍͎̊̊̀͑̂̓͊͝͠͝l̷͓̩̼̣͒̑͋͌̑͌̕͠ḷ̴̛̥̠̪̬̖͛̈́l̶̟͑̀̉̽̈́l̷͉͓͇̝̻̺̻̬̝̆̇̋͂͑̍͒̐̐͜ ̵̡̲͔͚̘̟͌̔̋̃l̴̳̟̊̾̒̀̌̓̿̇͊͛̚l̷͉̦͇͑̍̕͝ͅ ̴̛̤̤͔̺̖̺̖̜̤̠̖̮͙̄̈́̊̈́͛͑͒͜͝ ̵̬͈͑͒́͑͒̋̽̀͝ ̵̝͎̦̜̜͔̤̳̜͍̅͐̂̏̈̽̚͝ ̸̺̙͎̞͖̰̫̉͗̑͋͑͌́͆̃̒̐͑ḧ̵̡̳͍̳̺̳̦̼̘̖̮͙̱̤́̀̍͒̌͆̾̈̀̇͗͒̕͠ ̶͇̦̳̻̱̘̺͙̱͐̒̿͝h̵̨̛͇̟̤͕̦̼̠͊̄͌͂̓̓͊͝ḧ̸̨̠͎̬̣͓̱̝̙̙́̌̊̆̑͒̉̔͋̀̃̐͋̕͜ ̵͔͇̲̜̻́̽̈́̋͆̆͐͌̆͝ī̸̧̖̱̜̩̃̕ḭ̸̙̜͎͈̥͎̦̹̼̓̈͛̀̅̊̃͋̈͊ͅi̷̙̻̟̜̟̣̣̘͙͓͈͐̾̚͠ ̷̢̧̛̝̲͍͕͚̗̫̙̯̀͛͑̆͗̋̀͜ḿ̸̭̮̱̻̹͓̏̇̌͑m̷̈̂̾͑��̡̢̤͙̮̳̜̟̏̅̀͌ͅ no no no no no non on no no nononon non no no

no

no

no

voices h he lied d to me

he lie d to m me v oices

whaat do o i do?

p pllease h e ellp me e

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HELLO VOICES!!! okay so. this is where you have the chance to change owen's mind. you have the chance to correct the events of outsiders. you have the chance to change his viewpoint.

make it count.

because otherwise, it'll just be the exact same loop as canon outsiders over and over again.

alright. into the frey you go. o7 voices

[adreamofsilk]

which of your ocs would you ship with robb stark?

Similar thing of, all of them. Under the cut again with their reason, again current era and Westeros only

Addie Upcliff: Addie is the third born daughter which means marriage offers are gonna be a thing. She's a Vale family which means Robbs aunt could offer up as a suggestion to her sister during moments where she feels like talking to her sister. The Upcliffs don't hold a lot of political sway but they do have a terrifying reputation

Alysanne Blackwood: We know the Blackwoods sided with Robb during the war. Alysanne was there with her brother and while yes Cat does the thing of agreeing to a marriage to the Freys Tytos could offer up his sister instead. She would be his hunting Queen

Amyra: I do have Amyra live in Kings Landing however when the King travels North to collect Ned what's to say she doesn't join the party? A whore is a whore, but she is also savvy in the why of people so it is benefical to at least be friends with her.

Dayanna Umber: The Umbers are scary loyal to Robb and the fact that no one tried to marry anyone to anyone before everything went down is stupid. Bring on the arrangements! Robb is a kind man and her family likes his as well

Heighdan Drumm: Yeeahhh kidnapping the heir/king of the north is a stupid move.....which she would pull. Other notes he does need ties to the Iron Born and a marriage is smarter then sending back a hostage.

Herra: ....The Starks have Free Folk blood which makes them fair game. She is also interested in the fact he is so obviously a warg and for a direwolf which means bringing that blood to her clan and strengthening it. Opposite way, bringing a Free Folk into their home would help smooth things with hem.

Jasline Beesbury: Marriage offers! The Reach is fertile grounds and while she's not Margery it's still a marriage to their family and could bring supplies in.

Kaela Slate: Marriage offer is gonna be my biggest justification here. Kaela also looks so Northern with her appearance and it would be a fascinating match when they march South and she's at this side.

Lyla: Lyla would probably be more a friend with benefits. While she isn't against marriage being with him means giving up her ability to be a midwife and that's all she was ever raised to do.

Lilliyan Rivers/Blackriver: They're cousins! And we know the Starks likey the cousin marriage(look up Ned's parents). Normal verse they could meet while he's at Riverrun and while marrying a smallfolk would be bold it would endear him to them. Legit verse Hoster is throwing pasta to the wall to get her married.

Meyla: These two would never meet unless we do a verse were Robb is captured and brought to King's Landing. And then he's a tortured soul for her to fall for

Sanira Farman: Marriage offer. She has no brothers and her uncle as Lord has no children meaning Robb could install one of his brothers as heir to the family and take over a Westerling family

Sharley: Sharley is a little to old for him(she's the same age as his moms uncle). This would very much be a friendship with an older women ship just because I'm not writing the p*do stuff

Una Borell: It would be so interesting to have a fish and a wolf marry again,lol. She's a cutthroat women and he doesn't really need that since he's doing a great job on his own but lets face it....battlefield romance is hot

[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

Dear Victor (Chap 9)

(Jacob POV, 1184 words,

as i was writing this all I could think of was that Miss Keisha vine which is hilarious bc I never used vine lmfao

the title may be funny but this chapter does kinda hurt

not as bad as the next one (which is 3.5k words) but still ow)

(previously called Victor? Victor? Oh my fuckin' god, he fuckin' dead)

chapter 1 chapter 10

“He wanted you to tell me everything!” I called after Miss P as she stormed out of the kitchen. Since she didn’t seem likely to come back right after making it obviously clear that she was not going to tell me anything, I turned around to head towards the hall, immediately running into Enoch.

He sighed, Olive looking worried over his shoulder. “How frustrating for you,” he said in that infuriating accent of his. “Between Miss Peregrine’s rules and my housemates’ little pact not to scare you off, it’s like… no one’s telling you anything!”

Since I was already in a bit of a mood, I couldn’t help myself from leaning in and demanding, “Well, why don’t you then? It’s not like you want me here.”

“Enoch, you can’t,” Olive begged. “You promised.”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Olive’s right. I do know someone who can get away with breaking rules though.” He tilted his head slightly, “Want to meet him?”

Olive chased him all the way upstairs, grabbing him by the arm when they reached the landing. “Enoch, don’t do this! Please!”

“You want to spend time with me and Jacob, we can all play together, that’s what you said.” Olive moved to block the door at the end of the hall. He sighed once more, “Well, here we all are. Move , Olive.”

“If you’re going to be like that, then I don’t want to be your friend.” Olive sounded hurt as she pushed past the two of us to go to what was, presumably, her room.

Fiona saw Olive run off and rushed out of another bedroom. “Enoch! Leave Victor alone, it really upsets Bronwyn,” she hesitated for a second, before glancing at me and continuing, “and Freya.”

“Oh, stop fussing, Fiona. Don’t you think Jacob should meet everybody?” He leaned down and placed his hands on her shoulders as he talked.

“He’s trying to frighten you away, Jake,” she said, turning to me as much as she could with Enoch still holding her shoulders. “He was always jealous of Abe and now he’s jealous of you. Come and play with us instead!”

I nervously glanced between Fiona and Enoch, who was now standing there with his arms crossed, looking more than a little pissed off. “I’d-I’d quite like to meet Victor,” I admitted.

“Who’d like to meet Victor the Asshat?” someone mumbled sleepily from a doorway down the hall.

It seemed all the arguing had woken Freya up from a nap and she was now leaning on the doorframe to Enoch’s room, yawning and blearily wiping her eyes. Both Fiona and Enoch seemed surprised that she had woken up while I was more surprised that she had managed to fall asleep in the forty-five minutes since I last saw her.

“Freya! You can’t call Victor that, Bronwyn’s right there!” Fiona whisper-yelled to her as she pointed angrily at the room she had run out of earlier.

Freya merely blinked at her tiredly. “My question still stands.”

“It’s nothing, Frey. Jacob here just wants to meet everyone in the loop. Go back to bed, you didn’t sleep much last night.” Enoch sounded worried and I could tell that it was taking everything in him not to rush over to her and make sure she was alright.

She wiped her eyes one more time before grabbing a hair tie from her wrist and tying her loose hair into a bun. “‘M awake now, might as well get the practice in.”

Practice? What practice? She raises the dead, what practice would she need with Victor, who last I checked, is very much alive?

Fiona shook her head at us as she walked back into the room with the others as Freya walked over to us.

“Frey, you don’t have to. I’ve got this—,” he started.

“Noch, I have to get over this eventually, it’s been how many years? Sixty-something? It’s not healthy for me to be stewing in this for this long. This will do me some good, long-term at least. Might mess me up for a while short-term,” she laughed.

“But right now? You only just started to accept Mi—”

“Noch, if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow. I’ll be alright. I promise.”

“Okay, but will you at least tell me if it gets too much? I’ll take over and you can rest for a minute.”

“Promise”

“Seriously?”

“On my sister’s grave , I promise to let you take over if I need a break in any way, shape or form.”

She turned back to the door we were crowded around and muttered “Well, here goes nothing,” tension visible in every muscle in her body. Enoch put a steadying hand on her shoulder and squeezed softly as she turned the doorknob and walked in.

Enoch parted the curtains around the bed as Freya pulled out a jar from the nearby dresser drawer. She unscrewed the lid and carefully walked to Enoch’s side, kneeling down beside the bed.

“Uh, hello, Victor,” I began. “I’m Jake, I’m sorry to disturb—”

Victor wasn’t moving. Or breathing. And he had no eyes. I glanced at the other two and the jar Freya was holding and realized it held a heart.

Holy fuck, I thought, Victor’s dead. Holy shit, he doesn’t have eyes just like—

I took a nervous step back.

“Yeah, he can’t hear you,” Enoch said.

“You know, pretty hard for the dead to hear the living without being raised,” joked Freya, but her shoulders were steadily climbing towards her ears and her jaw was clenched as she stared at Victor.

Enoch separated the curtains around his bed more and nodded at Freya. She took a deep breath in and pulled out the heart with some tweezers. She carefully pulled back the perfectly pressed bedsheets and opened the buttons on his shirt, slipping the heart under and into his chest.

She pulled back her hand and put down the tweezers before putting it back on top of his shirt.

“C’mon Vic, don’t make this any harder than it has to be for me. Stop being stubborn and get up already.

“Wake up, Vic, please .” Her voice broke slightly on the last word and Enoch moved his hand onto her back to steady her.

Faintly, I heard him mutter, “Do you need me to take over?” and she shook her head as she continued to will Victor to life once more.

After nearly a minute and silent, frustrated tears sliding down Freya’s cheeks, he sat up.

“Hello, Jake,” both Freya’s and Victor’s heads tilted as he spoke, Victor mirroring Freya’s movements exactly. “I’m Victor. Do you want to know what killed me?”

I’d love to say that that was the fastest I had ever run out of a room in years but unfortunately, I ran out just as fast yesterday.

As I ran down the stairs, I heard the door to Victor’s room close and two pairs of footsteps walk down the hall.

“Ah, there you are,” said Miss P. “Are Enoch and Freya with you? It’s time for our daily walk?”

chapter 8

[fishytrouble1]

Wanting More

JJxReader Fanfiction

Y/N P,O.V.

I never thought that I would fall in love with the man that I was only supposed to be having sex with. But here I am lying in his bed after having sex with him for the second time today. I can’t help but think about the fact that I want more than just sex with this man. I want a relationship with him.

I look at him as he cleans up after our little late night rendezvous and I can’t help but start imagining a life with him, my future with him. As he finishes up and gives me a smirk, I smile and start to prepare myself with enough courage to tell him my true feelings.

He lays down beside me and covers us both up with the duvet as he slowly places his arm around my shoulders before he starts bragging. “Well that’s the best we’ve ever had if I do say so myself.”

We both laugh at the size of his ego (granted he weren’t wrong) but I soon enough take a deep breath and start to pour my heart out, “JJ look we’ve been doing this friends with benefits arrangement for about a year now and we were friends for 2 years before that. In that time what I didn’t plan for was to fall in love with you. Which is why I’m asking if there’s even the smallest part of you that could possibly want something more than this with me?” 

After 5 minutes of there being no response I realised that the silence was my answer. I got out of the bed and started getting changed in a hurry, as I decided to release my anger at the same time.

“Well I’ll take the silence as my answer. The fact you haven’t answered yet means that you don’t have any part that feels that way. I’m sorry JJ but what ever this arrangement between us is, it’s over. I thought I’d be able to work through it if you didn’t want more but I love you too much to be able to carry on this friendship. It’ll be too hard to have you in my life, so don’t call or text. Just don’t try and contact me at all. Goodbye JJ.” 

I go to leave but he grabs my wrist, “ Wait Y/N. It’s not that I don’t love you I do, I just can’t  love you the same way you love me. I’m sorry.” He admits with a frown on his face.

“So am I JJ. So am I.” And with that I walk put of his apartment and out of his life for good.

JJ’s P.O.V.

2 weeks Later

It’s been two weeks and I’ve been trying to get in contact with her. I even went to her apartment but she wasn’t there. I know Y/N said not to but once I realised how I really felt I had to find her and tell her. Being without her made me realise that I wanted her for more than just sex. I’d fallen in love with her, her laugh, her smile, her company, just her.

“Hey Jide. Are you coming mate? We’ve got a party to get to.” Simon yells at me as he yells through my bedroom door whilst knocking on it.

We were throwing a surprise birthday for Vik today so we had invited all his friends and family along with anyone else he might of known. I just hope that Y/N will be there, I’m assuming she would be due tot he fact she is best friends with Talia and Freya. 

I need to set the record straight at this party and in my search for her, I was shocked at the sight my eyes caught.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

2 hours before the party. 

“Frey, I can’t go. I don’t want to see him. Because I know if I do I’ll never be able to move on.”

“Talia, just tell her already, Please she needs to know.” Freya pleads to Talia whilst I give them both a raised eyebrow of concern.

“Okay, look. Simon told me not to say anything but I’m going to. Apparently JJ has been trying to find you because he’s realised just how he feels about you. Simon said he’s been going mad without you.”

“Oh...Okay.” I sit down not quite sure what do to with this information. “You know it doesn’t matter what happened between us, I still love him and want to be with him. But I don’t want it to be easy for him, I want him to feel a little of the pain I felt when he couldn’t tell me two weeks ago.”

I’m brought out of my thoughts when my roommate Callux walks in. I was staying in his spare room the last few weeks knowing that JJ would never find me here. 

“Callux, my friend how would you feel about helping me make a certain Mr. Olatunji jealous?” I ask him with a slight smirk on my face.

“As long as you promise to protect me from him when he gets mad.” I nod at him to show him I would stop JJ before it gets that far.

But now a couple hours later JJ is stood between me and Callux shouting at him for trying to flirt with me. So I intervene, “JJ you don’t have the right to shout at him after the way you spoke to me two weeks ago. But that being said he was only pretending to flirt with me to make you jealous. I was hoping it would cause you to man up and fight for me unless you truly don’t feel the same way.”

He was shocked but tilted my chin up after I had looked to the floor after my outburst just then. He then spoke, “ Well played. In all honesty I realised as soon as you walked out of my apartment door what you truly meant to me and what it was that I lost. I’m sorry for letting you think I didn’t love you, I was just scared to let you in or that I couldn’t love you the same way. But now I realise that I truly do love you.

All I could do in response was grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. We were so lost in the kiss and the passion that we couldn’t even here the celebration of our friends behind us. Who knew that I would finally get my something more.

[mysteryartisticwriter]

Being Crowley’s daughter and dating Jack Kline would include...

Not my gif!! (Please tell me if you, the owner, would like me to take the gif down!)

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Of course you were half demon, your mother was human but died when you were 10

You met the boys way back when you were a teen; maybe around 15 years old in season 8 or 9

You were half demon but your mom showed love, taught you to give it back and be kind

You were the ultimate princess of Hell duh

While the boys were hesitant around you, they eventually grew to love you

And ohhh...your dad always threatened them if you tagged along in hunts

“You let a monster lay one finger on my little bear’s head, and I will end you two.” “Daaaaaad….”

Rowena never admitted it, but she utterly loved and adored you. She thought of you as an apprentice since you sometimes practiced spells with her

During Kelly’s pregnancy with Jack, you became her protector as well as Jack’s

Kelly was also hesitant around you since you were half demon, she didn’t want you to maybe end up killing her and her baby or even using Jack as a weapon once he was born

Just like the Winchester brothers, she grew to care for you too. Kelly knew Jack liked you from the start because he always just happened to kick whenever you touched her stomach

You were there when your dad killed himself for the boys, Sam was the one holding you back

Your dad’s last glance at you was a small, simple smile. “Goodbye boys. Take care of my little bear.”

When he stabbed himself, you screamed so loud that Sam and Dean winced at the pain in your voice

When Cas died a little later, you were crying right next to Dean on the ground because he was practically an uncle to you just like Sam and Dean

You mourned for three people that night; your dad, Castiel and Kelly

You vowed to avenge your dad no matter what, you were angry and sad just like Dean for so long

You never went back to Hell and you were sure that you weren’t even the next ruler of Hell anyway, not that it mattered to you

When you guys found Jack, it was strange to see that he was actually your age

You barely talked to him, angry at him for what his father did to Cas and made your dad do

Soon, you slowly began to open up to Jack more and more because he was really one of the only people you could talk to

His innocence was actually kinda adorable, his questions about life were funny too

“(Y/n), what is this?” “That is a pair of headphones, Jack.”

You were still a little bitter towards him until you literally cried on his shoulder one night about how you felt

“I was too weak to save my father, to save Castiel and soon, maybe I’ll be too weak to save you and the boys.”

You half expected Jack to be a little angry at you but he was actually really kind and gentle about it

That was when you realized you were gaining feelings for the nephilim and you didn’t even bother denying it

Unknown to you, Jack was feeling the same way

Castiel coming back was amazing to you and Dean, your uncle came back from the dead!

“Two salty hunters, a half demon princess, one half angel kid, a guy who just back from the dead. Team Free Will 2.0, here we go.”

But the happiness didn’t last long when Jack ran away because he didn’t want to hurt anybody after he accidentally killed a man

Once you found him again, you almost slapped him and yelled at him

“How dare you leave like that?! Do you know how scared and worried I was for you?!”

That was when you had your first kiss with him

He was trying to calm you down but you just caved in and smashed your lips onto his own

Jack didn’t really know what to do but went along with it anyway since he really liked you too

Rescuing Jack and Mary (the Winchesters’ mother) from the other dimension was tiring but you did end up saving both of them later on

Seeing Lucifer again and Jack went off with him, you felt mildly betrayed and hurt

Lucifer tried to convince his son that you didn’t really love him, that you were just using him to get back at his father

Jack never bought it though, he knew you loved him more than anything

He felt so powerless without his grace, Jack was so tired and all he wanted to do was be with you again

When you were trapped in the church with Jack, Sam and Lucifer, you tried your best to kill the devil with your powers

“Poor little girl…left all alone by her daddy.” “Screw you.”

You felt so weak not being able to defeat Lucifer, so vulnerable and weak

Lucifer finally tired you three out and gave a small proposition; one of you dies by the archangel blade and the other two walks out alive

Sam gave you and Jack the blade and told you to kill him but you weren’t having it, so you took the blade from him and pressed it against your own stomach

“I love you, Jack. I love you both so much.” “(Y/n) no!”

Just before you could finish the job, Dean came in and began to fight Lucifer with Michael

Jack was holding you from collapsing becuse the blade had drawn some blood

“Why would you do that?” You smiled weakly at him. “Because I’m not letting either of you die for someone as worthless as me.”

The battle was won by Michael!Dean and finally after all these years, Lucifer was dead

The victory was short lived when Michael had taken full control over Dean and left

Dean was MIA for so long and Jack was feeling worthless without his powers, it was all so much

You, of course, comforted Jack about how he felt. He didn’t deserve to have his grace taken away by someone he thought cared about him

You were so scared when his illness was starting to take him over. Jack was dying and there was nothing you could do to help

When Jack died and went to Heaven, his own Heaven was with you and the boys until he (sadly) had to leave it to go to his mother’s

Jack brought you up to her, telling Kelly that he was in love with you to which she just smiled

“I’m in love with her, mom.” “I know, Jack. I know.”

Rowena was used as a suit for Michael and when he went to attack at the bunker, Jack killed him and gained his grace back….at the cost of burning his soul out

Soulless Jack was saddening to you, he was empty and wasn’t the same boy as before

You weren’t even sure he loved you anymore since he couldn’t feel anything at all

You set your feelings and concerns aside and continued to act the same as you normally would with Jack in your relationship, but it was never the same

After he killed Mary Winchester, you became much more worried about his condition and mildly scared at his actions

Jack being locked away by Sam and Dean was torture to you. Yes, he didn’t have a soul anymore but he was still the same boy you fell in love with. You missed him

When he escaped, God/Chuck came back and was the one who told you that you needed to kill Jack or it could be very dangerous

Instead of Dean, you were the one holding the gun to Jack’s head while he kneeled on the ground, ready to die

In the end, you couldn’t kill him. He was still Jack, he was still your everything and still the love of your life

But before you knew it, Chuck killed Jack himself and raised the souls from Hell

As you and the boys were trapped in the tomb with no way out, you sobbed and mourned over Jack’s dead body with his eyes burned out

The amount of anger you had for Belphegor when he had the audacity to use your boyfriend’s body as a vessel was only felt once for when your dad died

Sealing off the town was hard enough when you had a demon in your ass the whole damn time. Belphegor never left you alone

“Hey sweetheart...” “Belphegor, I am half demon and I will literally send you back to Hell no matter what.”

You went with Belphegor and Castiel down to the rupture in Hell in order to finally get rid of all the ghosts and souls

While down there, you found out that Belphegor was really planning on sucking up all the souls to be as powerful as God

You managed to get him down and punched him so many times that his lip was bleeding and his sunglasses came off, showing Jack’s full face

“Please (Y/n)...stop. It’s me...Jack.” “....You’re not him. And you’ll never be him.”

You killed Belphegor using your powers and needless to say, Dean was not very happy about going off-plan (which was stupid to you because you would’ve had to kill the demon anyway)

You had never felt so depressed and empty in all your life. Your mom and dad were dead, Rowena was dead because of the spell she had to use and Jack was dead as well. Everyone you ever loved was dead and you were just an empty shell of who you used to be

But when Jack was resurrected by Billie the Reaper, you felt the same way as Dean did when Cas came back

It wasn’t until you realized that he was the exact same as before, soulless. You couldn’t bare it, Jack didn’t love or care about anything anymore.

As much as you still loved him, you finally broke things off with him because no matter how much you tried to deny it, your old Jack was gone

When those hellhounds were after you all, Sam and Dean were the ones holding the doors shut while you, Jack, and Cas were in the main part of the chapel trying to activate the Occultum...until Jack swallowed it

“Where’s the Occultum?” “I ate it.” “YOU WHAT?”

Just before the hellhounds could maul the four of you to death, there was a bright light that killed them and Jack’s unconscious body appeared onto the floor

Later, Jack was found awake in the bunker’s kitchen, crying to himself and Cas told the rest of you that his soul has been restored

You couldn’t help but let a small tear escape your eye. Jack was so innocent and new to the world but already was introduced to so many horrible things within three years

You loved Jack, and you always would no matter what happens to him or you

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A/N: Most of you might know about the BLM protests and the unjust murder of George Floyd but if you haven’t donated or signed any petitions yet, I would strongly suggest that you do! Black Lives Matter! I hear you and I stand with you.

Justice For George Floyd - https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd

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[multyfandoms-imagines]

Ah, you did well with the Porccubus stuff. Since Lil' Red seems to be a thing, may I ask for some Lil' Red x Der Freischutz romance stuff? (You can do Melting Love x Army in Black things or some Alriune things if that's not for you :P)

Ok, sure. But i need to think about ML x AiB

Hunters' soft side (Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary + Der Freischütz romantic headcanons)

•both support each other when either of them is down. Since both lost their family, Der Frei and Red Mercenary understand each other very well

•Der Frei needs to remind Red to take care of her scars. He kinda. Doesnt have any skin to worry about anyways

•both love to have a shooting competition. Wether it will be to shoot a target, Wolf, any other Abnormality or an unlucky employee

•both Red and Der Frei are too shy for any affection other then handholdinh. It takes rather a long time for either of them to get comfortable to hug each other

•Funeral of the Dead Butterflies loves to fingerguns them and ";)" cus finally his friends got along

•Der Frei holds Red back from murdering tiny butterfly (oh god save him-)

•they like to hold each other when they sleep together. It helps to make sure that when a nightmare happens, everything is fine and they have each other

•Red Mercenary wonders if Der Frei needs any weapon for a close combat. Maybe her axe? Sword?

•Der Frei is kind of embarrassed that he is a HE but Red is WAW. He isnt weak by any means but its just embarrassing for a shooter like him

•best way to spend a long boring day (aside from target practice) is to have a very long chat about whatever Red or Der Frei want to talk about

[uncloseted]

what are your thoughts on the black lives matter movement and recent events in Minneapolis?

Black lives matter. Period. Black lives are irreplaceable.  I am fully in support of the Black Lives Matter movement.  I’m furious and appalled and disgusted by police brutality, and I’m a white person.  I can’t even imagine how furious and appalled and disgusted the Black community must be right now. I don’t think it’s my place to insert myself into this conversation as a white person, but I also recognize that you all come here to hear my opinions on things, so I’m going to try and be brief, but I also want to make sure I say everything that needs to be brought up.

The US justice system is racist from top to bottom, from the people who are hired to be police officers to the way they’re trained to the way Black people are arrested, tried, and imprisoned, to what happens to imprisoned people once they’re released.  Our police system was formed from discriminatory practices designed to uphold racist and prejudiced ideas, and it continues to do that to this day.

Armed white protestors in Michigan assembled outside of the statehouse just a few weeks ago to demand that governments relax stay at home orders.  They screamed in the faces of police officers with no reaction from authorities. They were treated humanely; no arrests were made.  George Floyd was unarmed.  He was killed for allegedly trying to pass off a fake $20 bill.  Not even for passing off a fake $20 bill- for being suspected of using a counterfeit bill.  He was deemed threatening solely because of the way he looked.  He begged for his life and his pleas fell on deaf ears.  He was unarmed. He was not yelling in an officer’s face.  And yet our president tweeted that the Michigan protestors are “very good people…see them, talk to them, make a deal,” while the protestors demanding the end of police brutality are, “thugs” and “when the looting starts, the shooting starts.”

I know a lot of people object to the property damage the riots have caused and are asking why Black Lives Matter couldn’t have taken a more peaceful approach.  But they did. They peacefully protested and circulated information and called their representatives and demanded that disgraced cops are fired from their jobs and took knees during football games.  They were ridiculed for it. Their protests did not create the widespread change that is needed. So more people were killed at the hands of the police officers who were supposed to protect them.  

Martin Luther King Jr said that “a riot is the language of the unheard”. Before we lament the property damage to the likes of Autozone and Dollar Tree, let’s take a second to consider the incredible frustration and anger that would lead someone to do that.  Let’s consider how long these voices have gone unheard, how long their community has suffered.  The window of a Dollar Tree, a burned Autozone, those things are replaceable.  George Floyd’s life is not.  Eric Garner’s life is not. Ahmud Arbery, Beronna Taylor, Treyvon Martin, those lives are not replaceable.  By making this a conversation about property damage, we are admitting that we care more about capitalism than we do about human lives.  That’s disgusting.  The damage to those businesses is so, so small compared to the damage the Black community has faced at the hands of the police officers that are supposed to protect them and a justice system that monetarily profits from their imprisonment. 

Protestors have alleged that the cops initiated the violence. They have said that the protests were peaceful until the cops showed up in riot gear and started using water cannons, tear gas, and rubber bullets.  Dispatch has reportedly refused to provide medical attention to the protestors or allow ambulances to reach the protestors. The police are allegedly using non-lethal weapons in a lethal way, such as shooting rubber bullets at people’s heads. There have been reports that undercover police are pretending to be violent protestors, and that the white man who damaged the AutoZone that started the violence was an undercover cop pretending to be a protestor.  Other protestors tried to stop him, but were afraid for their safety because he had a hammer. (Edit to add: the cop in the video has been identified as Jacob Pedersen of the St. Paul Police Department.  You can report him by emailing the St. Paul Police Department - Policeinfo@ci.stpaul.mn.us). The police have allegedly jammed cell phone towers and cut live streams to prevent people from seeing what’s going on.  Reporters who are at the scene of the protests are being arrested without just cause.

The police are supposed to protect us, not to scare us.  They should be on the side of peace and justice and humanity.  They should not be the enemy, and yet, they constantly act as the enemy.  They should be educated in de-escalating situations instead of making those situations worse.  They shouldn’t be militarized the way that they are to begin with.

We cannot keep letting this happen, and by staying silent on this issue, we are.  Anti-apartheid and human rights activist Desmond Tutu said, “if you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.” Nobel laureate and Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel said, “we must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” Martin Luther King Jr said “the hottest place in Hell is reserved for those who remain neutral in times of great moral conflict…[an individual] who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it”.  We cannot be neutral.  We must use our privilege and positions of power to fight for those whose voices are drowned out.  We must fight to make sure they’re heard and respected and taken seriously. 

Here is what you can do to help the situation:

Check the official page for #BlackLivesMatter for information on how to be a good ally and donate to your local Black Lives Matter chapter:

https://blacklivesmatter.com/

Follow and listen to Black Lives Matter founders Patrisse Khan-Cullors, Alicia Garza, and Opal Tometi.

Contact Minneapolis Mayor Jacob Frey here to demand justice. You can also call his office at 612-673-2100. Call DA Mike Freeman (612-348-5550) and tell him to arrest and charge the involved officers for the Murder of George Floyd. Derek Chauvin has already been arrested, but Thomas Lane, Tou Thao and J Alexander Kueng are still free.

SIGN THESE PETITIONS:

https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd

https://www.change.org/p/change-org-the-minneapolis-police-officers-to-be-charged-for-murder-after-killing-innocent-black-man

https://www.change.org/p/department-of-justice-mandatory-life-sentence-for-police-brutality

https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd-2

https://sign.moveon.org/petitions/justiceforfloyd-demand-the-police-officers-who-killed-george-floyd-are-fired

https://go.theactionpac.com/sign/justice-for-george-floyd?akid=s126290..-x2Vhw

https://go.theactionpac.com/sign/stand-with-breonna?akid=s170063..jxQ_ei

DONATE TO GEORGE FLOYD’S FAMILY:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/georgefloyd

FOR THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE INTERNATIONALLY:

If you cannot sign without American postal codes, here are a few you can use: 

90015 - Los Angeles, California 10001 - New York City, New York 75001 - Dallas, Texas

TEXT “FLOYD�� TO 55156!

TEXT “JUSTICE” TO 668366!

DONATE TO THESE CAUSES:

Donate to the Minnesota Freedom Fund, who are reducing the burden of bail for protestors who have been arrested. 

https://minnesotafreedomfund.org/

Donate to Reclaim the Block, a grassroots organization based in Minneapolis.

https://secure.everyaction.com/zae4prEeKESHBy0MKXTIcQ2

Donate to Black Visions Collective, who focuses on transformative justice in the state of Minnesota.

https://secure.everyaction.com/4omQDAR0oUiUagTu0EG-Ig2

Donate to North Star Health Collective, a group of street medics, who are using the funds for gear and medical supplies.

https://www.northstarhealthcollective.org/donate

Find our your local police department’s hiring practices and ensure that disgraced cops cannot be rehired.  Does your police department conduct background checks? What are the union’s rules with respect to fired officers? Can the department be forced to rehire? Are police personnel records available?  Reach out to your city council and your state legislator and demand that they change these policies.  Support efforts to change these policies. The cop who murdered George Floyd had more than ten complaints filed against him and had been involved in three other civilians shootings.  We cannot keep letting these people be rehired.

[writerthreads]

BLACK LIVES MATTER

Minor trigger warning: violence, George Floyd, rioting, racism

A lot has happened this month, and now is the time to speak up about it. This will be my first political post on writerthreads, but I can’t sit back and pretend that everything’s ok when it’s not.

You’ve probably heard about what has happened to George Floyd and how he was murdered so brutally by the police. You’ve probably heard of similar unjust events in the past towards people of colour. You’ve probably seen things on social media telling you to take action.

You’ve probably expressed your feelings about the death of George Floyd. Now, it’s time for us to reflect on ourselves and what we can do to help. I’ve always been fairly opinionated, and I think I know what’s right and what’s wrong.

What the police did was wrong. White privilege will always be wrong. Being non-racist is right, but in these times, we need to be more than non-racist—we have to anti-racist. Please support the BLM movement, and if you’re racist, you can, to put it nicely, get out.

Here are some ways that you can help:

Don’t ever be racist. Racism can never be justified in any way. If you’re the ethnic majority, acknowledge your privilege.

Everyone can sign the petition: https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd

We’re writers. We need diversity in our media. We need to represent POC accurately in our writing. We need to address the underlying issues of society. We need to use our platforms for good.

We’re on social media. We need to take a stand against anything wrong in society.

If you have a big following and you haven’t talked about what’s been going on, it’s time to wake up, end your silence, and use your platform or good. #JusticeForGeorgeFloyd isn’t just online though, we need to actually take action offline as well.

If you witness anything racist online (OR OFFLINE), call the racist out! Bystanders are just as guilty. Post about the movement online. Talk about it to friends and family. Take part in peaceful protests. Treat everybody equally, no matter their race, gender or sexual orientation.

Please support the BLM movement in any way that you can, no matter where you are. Educate yourself and spread the word, anything helps. Lastly, be kind. Everyone deserves the same amount of kindness. If you want to make life better, have the guts to create change. Love you all🖤

[meetveronicablack]

I want to talk about the recent events going on. For many people around there world, you may be just hearing about the news of George Floyd. If you live in the US, then you know what is happening in right now. The last two months, we have seen innocent black lives taken from this earth by white supremacists and racism. All this news during a pandemic, mind you, there is more than one virus out there. I’ve been in my heads for days. I’ve been sick to my stomach. I’ve been angry. I’ve been hurt. I’ve been sad. And now I’m just pissed. The death of George Floyd hit me like a ton of bricks. I just couldn’t stop dreaming that my friend’s face could have been on the news. I couldn’t stop fearing that I could be bleeding my heart out if that was one of my godkids. My friends and my godkis are the most beautiful people in the whole world. And yes, they’re black. They’re Black beautiful souls who’ve I had the opportunity of building a foundation of friendship and sisterhood over the years.

So the news of George Floyd, Breanna Taylor, Ahamud Arbery, Tony Mcdade and the many others whose name will be on this note later, have broken me. Racism is everywhere and in so many different forms. When people are tired of being oppressed, marginalized and subjugated, they revolt. They find their spark and they light it up. As a Latina, I’m not unfamiliar to racism and prejudice. I have experienced it but I can’t claim to know what my black brothers and sisters live every day they wake up. They have to show their hands when they get stopped by police. Every single time. Black families have to have these type of conversation. Do you understand that statement there? Conversations on how they must act, behave and speak to police officers so that some fucking corrupt racist cop doesn’t arrest them for anything. Now let’s talk about George Floyd. A man was dragged out of his own car and placed in handcuffs on the allegations of forgery. He was then placed on the ground with a cop kneeling on his neck. KNEELING on his neck. Not for a few minutes. For FUCKING 9 minutes! But wait! Behind the vehicle that you didn’t see was TWO OTHER COPS sitting on George Floyd. Cutting his airs ways and putting pressure on his body. I’ve also heard he had preexisting conditions, ok, but cutting off his air way will accelerate the lack of air spreading through the lungs. The man said he COULD NOT BREATH. “I can’t breath...” his exact words. Yet, the cop stayed on him and still after George Floyd took his ever last breath, THEY DIDN’T LET UP. It was after he died that they realized he wasn’t breathing. I’ve seen articles and videos of people trying to fucking say, if you can talk, you can breath.

No! No! No! It’s fucking inhumane to kneel on someone’s NECK. The black community is tired. They are tired of being treated this way by white supremacist and racists. Racist white people. They ARE TIRED AND TRAUMATIZED. What you see on the news about a black man, a black boy, a black women being killed by the hands of cops and white racists is utterly terrifying and exhausting. They have to see their family members, their friends, their brothers and sisters getting killed because of the color of their skin. THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN. THE CYCLE OF HATE perpetuates violence, intolerance, and RACISM. The UNITED STATES feeds off this cycle like candy. Now is the time to fight. Now is the time to resist. Now is the time to rise up. Now is the time to uplift and hold our black community. They are tired. They are hurting. And they deserve some fucking justice. If you can protest, go walk the streets. Walk amongst them. Stand with them. Support them. If you haven’t checked on your friends, now is the time. Don’t ask them questions about what racially correct or incorrect. Don’t ask them if they are ok because they are not. Just listen. Hear them. Be a friend. Be an ally. They NEED us more than ever. BE THERE. If you can’t protest, call the Minnesota representatives. I’ll link the number below. I’ve called three times today. Shaun King will walk your through ever step and patch you to every state representative and precinct. If you want to do more, donate to George Floyd’s memorial service. If you want help, do your research. Educate yourself and vote. Hit the polls and vote these assholes out. Vote and let your voice be heard.

I stand with you my black brothers and sisters. As a Latina, I see you. I value you. I hear you. I will be there for you. You matter. You matter. Your future matters and your children’s future matters.

Say their names:

Tony McDade

Sandra Bland

Spencer McCain

David Felix

Freddie Gray

Phillip White

Natasha McKenna

Eric Garner

Trayvon Martin

Philando Castile

Tamar Rice

Alton Sterling

Walter Scott

Breonna Taylor

Ahamud Abery

George Floyd

Michael Brown

Number: (612) 324-4499 - number to Minnesota Representatives.

Links: https://www.gofundme.com/f/georgefloyd?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link-tip&utm_campaign=p_cp+share-sheet

https://www.change.org/p/mayor-jacob-frey-justice-for-george-floyd?utm_source=brand_us&utm_medium=media

[theelliottsmiths]

Funniest making of video Rammstein moments?

Well this got... Comprehensive. It devolved somewhat as it got to videos I don't care about as much. This is not what you were expecting, I'm sure, but you asked so please be polite and read it. It's like 2/3 from memory so I'm sure I missed just the funniest thing that's ever been in one. Such is life.

P*ssy (let's see if this work of art gets into the tags):

Schneider being a nasty bastard rat man with his leg drumming

Everything Flake says. All of it.

Richard talking about his double, holding his hands about a foot apart

The hoover

Schneider's little kick at the camera because he's 18 years old at most

Das ist ein Bordell?

The little grass song

Schneider trying not to show that the thinks it's 'absolutely stupid'

Flake don't do anything

Their little weirdo best friend hang out warmups

Rosenrot:

Till practicing the murder scene

Paul singing the Rosenrot guitars as he learns how to flagellate himself. This is one of my fave things why does nobody talk about it?

Till saying he wants to make friends too

Till peeping out of the hood asking why(?) he needs make up

Can we count Richards hat and Flakes hair

Richard asking if they should have knives and won't they kill him?

OLI WITH THE WINE UP HIS SLEEVE. It's the funniest thing I've ever seen no matter how many times I see it.

Everything Flake says

Till, don't defend yourself. Richard, let someone else beat the devil out of Till!

The silence after Flake says he doesn't like pain as much as Till

Sonne:

Talking about how they had to make Paul bigger to play a dwarf

Flake talking about them wanting to name the album Herzeleid and then realising there was, unfortunately, already an album called Herzeleid and they're the ones who made it

Did the American tour influence this album? Nope!

Everyone's reaction to the spanking scene

Robert

When Paul feels the Cain Instinct rising and flings the food at Till, Schneider looking on to see his reaction instead of stopping Paul

Mutter:

No :(

Radio:

Mit seinem Mündchen, so spitz!!!

The little opera battle at the end

The fact that it hasn't got subtitles (though I'd rather it did)

Ausländer:

Schneider's dancing

Till saying the actress could like, permanently kick his arse

Schneider and Oli falling over.

Paul with the tusk

Jeez Schneider's dancing though how is he so many contrary things?

Till trying so so hard not to look at the actress' breasts while she's talking (does anyone know her name I feel gross just saying the actress). He does, but he tried.

Mein Land:

Paul and his pale, delicate Berlin skin

The way it cuts from the beach to Flake in his night makeup, which to me feels like they're implying it's his regular everyday look

Flake not super wanting to be there

The dancing. The only time I'm truly reminded of their ages is when I see them dance.

Richard hugging Jonas, just because of the way he flings himself. I bet he runs up to people and jumps, assuming they'll catch him.

Haifisch:

Paul's little blink thing

...Richards hair.

Till dressed as snow white, spanking what would be Paul

Flake being an amphibian

Richard going off track to mention a woman with 'huge jugs'

Stripped:

Down to the booonnneeee

Ich Tu Dir Weh:

fleischfarrrrrrrrrbenen Drrrrrrrraht lang legst. His speech is so rounded, like the bubble writing every teenaged girl uses on posters

The whole mouth piercing story, really. I don't think it's as big of a deal as they do though? It was bigger than a standard piercing and he wasn't very smart about it but it was pretty much just a cheek piercing he treated poorly, he didn't remove a limb. I used to spray stuff when I had a lip piercing so that's just understandable, relatable content.

Ziggy Stardust

Flake saying he's being slandered

Paul's face the entire time he talks about the trucks

Mann Gegen Mann:

Is it weird that I think Schneider's lil drumming noises are funny in the background? They're so small.

Benzin:

Oli really doesn't look like Oli in the truck this isn't funny but that was a strange time huh

The guy losing his mind over the crash scene.

Richards driving face. I remember seeing it as a kid and it was just as funny then. Or maybe that's why I think it's funny

You're the driver, you can't be lying out there!

Keine Lust:

Flake wishing he could be that fat

His safely saddled pirouette

The boys cackling at each other when they see the make up and prosthetics

Schneiders giggle when he says it's his idea. Okay so this is more cute than funny, but have you ever noticed that he doesn't really have a medium laugh? It's either a polite huff or an avalanche of hysterical giggles

Schneider looking at himself in the mirror so seriously idk it just is funny

Paul singing in the makeup chair

Till getting into his suit

Schneider's face is falling to pieces but that's irrelevant!

Schneider peeling himself. Hallo!

Ohne Dich:

Flake insulting Till, Till saying he's going to really make him sweat because of how rude he was. Paul taking the piss out of Flake in the interview.

Did you expect me to run with you? How did you arrive at that?

Tills little mm after he says the sweat thing

He's alive, Schneider, come make it a trio!

Tills small mountain song

Amerika:

Okay mini rant time please bear with me I need to get this out. That guy when Till is getting taped into the astronaut gear? He told Till the Donald Sutherland penis zip story, yet when Till talks about it (using the name, pointing to his dick and zipping) the guy looks completely clueless. It's so American? How could he not get that that's the story Till was telling? Anyway it's funny because he zipped the penis of Donald Sutherland with it so... His boss, his boss did.

Again, everything Flake says. The urinals!

Paul saying their message is Fleisch, Fleisch and Ja and Ich Will, but Amerika was being so annoying that they had to make an exception

Richard with the arcade machine

The director says it's hard for them to play double speed because it's like a punk concert. They... They were all in punk bands. Maybe not Oli (I have no idea what his band was, someone said folk fusion to me once?) but the rest of them?

Paul's little history lesson in his lil nerd outfit

Rammstein created the conspiracy theory that America never went to the moon

Richard re: 10 litres of orange juice

America doesn't exist in East Germany. Why does every country have one country people think doesn't exist? Finland is a popular choice.

Mein Teil:

Moustache.

Schneider's giggling over being the perpetrators mother. Why was he so excited/embarrassed to pretend to be Armin Meiwes' mother?

Stop complaining!

Paul stomping on the suit. Am I just easily amused?

Schneider will just be a bit more woman

Oli's freaky faces

Flake talking about Swedish TV

Mein Herz Brennt:

Till trying to be diplomatic about the Spanish schedule. At least the walls were burning!

Paul being a nasty little thief

The cones.

Paul's reaction to the cones. The giggles.

Till talking to the child!

Oli with the kids when he's in his net. You know what meme that's like, fishermen talking and one gets caught in the net and they're like is it just me or is Dave being hot right now? Yeah that's all I can think then I see his net.

Paul talking about the captive costumes and shouting at Schneider through the cone

Richard having dreadlock flashbacks

The. Finger monster thing where it's like Ta Da

Feuer Frei:

Paul Kebab

Homemade Star Trek video. Paul, please dig it out.

Ich Will:

Paul in the corridor

I really like the way Paul says DDR. Its not funny, I just need to point it out I am legally obligated. Small and cute little country

Paul talking about the cameras killing them and being dramatic

Flake talking about being popular in Iceland

Mein Ohr!

Links 234:

Are there subtitles because of the accent?

That's it, I don't like this one very much at all

Du Hast:

When they forget to tell the fire boy he can cool off

Engel:

Schneider: Paul was upset we tucked him away behind the drums where he could do nothing, he loves meddling and offering his opinion

Paul: *rants about everything wrong with the video* (Paul is correct in every criticism)

Du Riechst So Gut 98:

Till being shy kissing a woman is very funny to me

Seeman:

All of it. The hair, the set, the costumes. Everything. Their reactions to all of those things. What on earth.

Poor Paul talking about the haircuts as if he's ever had more than one decent haircut in his life. Two at most.

Till seems content with it but maybe he's just being diplomatic.

Schneider, me and Oli just fool around in the background and crowd the picture with too many people

B... Bird head. Plague doctor.

Du Riechst So Gut 95:

I love how they talk about it but even though the video itself is super funny, the making of? Not so much.

Schneider saying they wanted to appear aggressive and masculine, screen cuts to what is essentially a gay p*rno/tampon advert

Of course, we had to rub oil into out bodies. Of course.

Till talking about how he layered sunglasses and got the slashes metal things to help. Is it funny or am I just tired now?

Rammstein (I always forget this exists, it's so hard to find it):

Ah yes, first video, let's ask David Lynch. Why not?

[fallatyourfeet]

A Northern Light - Part 16

Summary: A multi-chapter GoT x Reader series.

After her escape (YN) can do little more than ride, to put as much distance between her and any Frey men that may follow. And word of the Red Wedding reaches Castle Black, Sam taking it upon himself to break the news to his best friend, Jon.

Series Warning: the series will roughly follow the TV storyline, so it’s not always going to be smooth sailing for the reader

Pairings so far: Robb Stark x Reader

Word Count:  4229

Chapter Warnings: Angst, grief, pain.

A/N: You might want to make sure you have read chapter 15 before you continue with this one, otherwise you’re missing a big important chunk of the story. But please read the warnings first.

You can find the other parts to this series, via the Masterlist in my bio

Tags are open

Hope you enjoy and please, feel free to drop me a message, feedback is always welcomed and encouraged.

(YN) did as her brother had told her, she kept riding, she rode right through the night until the sun crept up over the horizon and shed what little light it could through the heavy grey clouds. It had been a long night and her body was drowned with fatigue. Barely able to keep her eyes open from both exhaustion and tears... so cold that her body shook violently and her poor hands were unable to feel the stirrups between her frozen fingers. After leaving the Twins among such mayhem and slaughter, there had been no time to even collect her cloak and now her tired, grieving body was paying the price. There had been no time for fires or rest, she needed to get as much distance between her and any pursuing Frey men that might follow. Not that she was in any state to look after herself anyway, her head was dominated by grief and utter helplessness, leaving her to scared to close her eyes for fear of what visions the darkness would bring. When she did finally stop it wasn’t because she wanted to or even needed to, it was because her drained, exhausted and frozen body finally gave in. Beneath her, the horse kept galloping, yet her mind had clouded over, leaving her with barely a conscious thought of where she was going. And as her thoughts grew hazy so did her eyes, fading between grey and black until her body was no longer cold, instead, it burnt up with fever, finally going limp as her body slipped from the horse.

It was the early hours of the morning when Inan woke up. Rolling over he kissed the back of his wife's head as she gently stirred, then lifting the soft grey hair from her ear he leaned over and whispered, not wanting to startle her, “Love, I’m heading out to mend the broken fence before we break fast. I need to get an early start on it so I can move the pigs into the paddock today.”

Meya gave a sleepy nod as she mumbled, “Okay hun, I’ll call you in when it’s ready.” Smiling, he gave her head another kiss and got up from the bed to dress and as he walked from their cosy little room, she called out as she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “Call for me if you need some help.” Nodding his head, he gave her a smile as he opened the door of their humble little cottage and made his way into the frosty morning air.

Inan and Meya lived on a small farm about a days ride from the Twins and it had been their home since they married nearly forty years earlier. It really wasn’t much, but it was theirs and it was enough to provide them with a content and happy life. They always had food on the table and clothes on their backs and in return, they felt very grateful. Still, they worked very hard to provide themselves with that life, the land was quite difficult to farm. Being situated just over the border in the North, put it right at the feet of the swamp lands making farming a challenge, but after a few years of trial and error they were able to cultivate the land in a way to make it work for them. And after a couple of initial sparse harvests, they were able to grow enough vegetables and grains to feed themselves throughout the passing years, as well as enough pigs to fill their dinner plates and provide them with a small income for their other day to day necessities.

Closing the cottage door behind him, Inan felt the frosty air bite at his warm cheeks sending a shiver across his whole body, but there was no time to fuss about. The sooner he got to work, the sooner he would warm up and the sooner he could get the fence mended meant the sooner he could get inside beside the fire. Yet, on his way to the little wooden shed to collect some tools, he found his eyes distracted by something green lying amongst the long grass at the edge of his farm. It was a deep forest green unlike the light frost covered grass surrounding it, but with his aging eyes it was hard to make anything out from such a distance. Intrigued as to what it was he slowly made his way over, feeling both his heart and legs speed up as his eyes began to focus. There lying in the grass beside the muddy track was a young woman in the fanciest looking dress he had ever seen, her face buried in the grass and her body so still he wondered if she were dead. With quick strides, he reached her side and leaned down placing a hand to her back relieved to feel the rise and fall of her breaths. Nevertheless, they were faint and shallow and the heat radiating through her dress caused nothing but concern to sweep through his head for the mysterious stranger before him.

Giving her a gentle shake he spoke, “Mi Lady.... Mi Lady, are you okay?" When she didn’t respond, he removed the bows and quiver from her shoulder and picked her up into his arms, carrying her across the paddock with ease. He may not have been quite so young anymore, but he was still a broad strong man, as fit as any other half his age. Reaching the cottage he kicked on the door as he called out to his wife, “Meya, Meya, open the door... hurry.”

Hearing the urgency in her husband’s voice, Meya panicked, lunging at the door and opening it as she called out, “What's wro...” her words stopping short when her eyes fell upon her husband holding an unconscious young woman in his arms. Immediately she moved aside, allowing Inan the space he needed to walk through, following him as he made his way into their room placing her gently on the bed. Pushing her husband aside, Meya moved to the side of the bed and without a conscious thought placed a hand to the young woman’s head, “What’s happened, who is she?”

Meya exhaled air from her lips as if she were blowing out a candle, taken back at how hot the poor girl felt, looking up to her husband he replied, “I have no idea, she was all alone out there... lying unconscious in the grass.”

Shaking her head she rolled her over onto her side and began unbuttoning the dress, “Well, whoever she is she needs our help, she is barely breathing and if we don’t cool her down now she will start convulsing. Go get some water from outside... quick.”

No sooner had Inan returned with the water did he find the girl in one of his wife’s linen nightgowns, as she steamed some herbs beside the bed in hopes their vapor would help settle her breathing. Placing the pail of water on the bench, Meya gave him a small smile in thanks before getting straight back to work, wetting a cloth in the cool water before dabbing the stranger’s forehead and neck in a bid to bring down her rising temperature.

For nearly an hour Meya silently worked on cooling her temperature and slowly it began to settle, the girl was still by no means cool but her temperature had stabilized somewhat and thankfully the herbs had helped to even out her breathing. When she finally felt she was stable enough to leave she looked up to her husband, “Make me a cup of tea would you, love, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Taking the girl’s beautiful velvet dress in her hands, she inspected the splashes of dirt and mud, wondering how on earth she could get it clean without ruining the fabric. That was when she noticed the splatters of blood mixed amongst it, bringing a worried sigh from her lips as her eyes settled upon the beautiful girl lying in her bed. Sighing again she folded up the dress and hid it at the bottom of her chest, but it looked so out off place amongst her meager collection of plain and humble clothes. Deciding it wasn’t safe to leave it like that she took it out and wrapped it in an old blanket, before placing it back at the bottom and sliding it under the bed. Standing back up she once again placed her palm to the girl’s forehead and sighed, wondering what horrible ordeal the poor thing had just survived through. Yet, in the back of her mind her thoughts were already forming distressing ideas and as she walked from the room she placed her hands in the pocket of her apron, her fingertips wrapping around a fine and delicate chain of silver and sighed heavily. Something told her that whatever it was, it had changed the girl’s life forever.

Sitting down at the table Inan placed his hand over Meya's, “Do you think she will be okay?”

Nodding her head, she wrapped her hands around her mug and sipped her tea, “Aye, I think so, but it’s going to take some time.” Meya smiled, the look of relief on her husband’s face was really quite sweet, he was such a good and caring man. After a moment of silence, she cleared her throat, “I think I know who she is.”

Inan’s expression lifted as he quickly asked, “Who?”

Taking the silver chain from her apron pocket she reached across and put it into his hand, “She was wearing this when you brought her in.”

Inan studied the pendants on the chain, only one if which he recognised, a silver direwolf. Slowly he shook his head, his voice unbelieving, “No... It couldn’t be.”

Meya nodded her head, “It has to be... we both know the direwolf belongs to House Stark, I don’t who the tree belongs to, but that owl is the sigil for House (YLN).” Taking another sip of her tea, she took in her husband’s worried expression and continued, “I only know that because I when I was a little girl my uncle once traveled to Mountainbreak for work.”

Inan put the necklace on the table, watching as his wife picked it up and returned it to her apron pocket. Curious as to how the girl ended up at their farm, he thought out loud, “I wonder how she ended up here.”

Hearing his words sent Meya's mind back to the dress, bringing a concerned sigh from her lips. “I did hear the Starks were heading to the Twins for a wedding, but whatever happened had the poor girl leaving in a hurry, she has no cloak and her dress is splattered with blood, I worry that someone may come looking for her.”

Raising his eyebrows he turned his head, looking to the ‘Queen in the North’ as she lay unwell and motionless in their bed, his mind ticking over with thought. And there was not even a question in his mind of what they had to do. Turning back to his wife, he spoke, though he knew he would hear no protests from her, “We must stay quiet and tell no one, if anyone comes looking for her we can tell them she is our niece and pray to the gods they haven’t seen her before.”

Before he could say another word, he was interrupted by the most distressing noise, whipping his head around to see the young queen frantically moving around in her sleep, murmurs escaping her lips like tortured pleas. Her hands grabbing at the air, as she called to her husband, “Robb! No! Angus please!” before her whole body lamented, taken over by heartbreaking tears, that left his chest aching and his eyes burning.

Meya jumped up and rushed into the room, her long-forgotten motherly instincts taking over. Sitting on the edge of the bed she ran a hand soothingly across her head as the other gently held on to her arm, “Shhh... It’s okay child, you’re safe here... you’re safe...” And eventually the young queen’s tortured pleas and agonising tears faded back into a peaceful sleep. The whole distressing episode leaving both Meya and Inan feeling helpless, wondering what caused the poor girl such terror, what had she seen, did she come from the Twins and what could they possibly do to help her?

Roose stood in the main hall of The Twins, watching the Frey women clean up the remaining pools of blood from the floor around him. Walder Frey sat at his table breaking fast as if the morning was no different to any other day, up until the moment he brought up the previous nights events with a little smirk playing on his lips. “The late Walder Frey, Lord Tully called me, because I didn’t get my men to the Trident in time for battle... he thought he was witty.” Then raising his voice, he spoke with a smug tone as if the departed Lord Tully was in the room, “Look at us now Tully, you’re dead, your daughter’s dead, your grandson’s dead, your son spends his wedding night in a dungeon and I’m Lord of Riverrun.” Walder then gave a sickening laugh before Roose interrupted him.

Lifting his head from the ground, Roose turned around to face the new Lord of Riverrun, “The Queen and The Blackfish escaped.”

Walder’s smile fell, “An old man on the run... with no allies and a young girl all alone... with nowhere to go. I have Tyson Lannister backing me. Who do they have?” Lifting up his goblet he took a sip of wine, before adding, “Besides, we have both your men and mine out searching for her... she’ll be back here in no time.”

Roose raised his eyebrows, a look of disdain on his features, “You underestimate the queen, she is far more resourceful than the average woman. She is intelligent and astute, how do you think she escaped?” Roose continued without even waiting for Walder's answer, “She was on to us before we even drew a drop of blood.” With a little shake of his head he took a step towards the old man, “And if you think capturing her will be easy, you’re mistaken. I’ve seen her ride and she is likely to have put a great distance between herself and our men.”

Walder flicked his hand in the air dismissively, “I’m sure they’ll catch her, she has nowhere to go and she is all alone.”

Deciding the conversation was going nowhere, Roose excused himself from the room, Lord Walder had no idea how crucial it was to catch the girl and he wasn’t about to waste his breath trying to explain it to the decrepit old Lord. His time would be much better spent sending his opinions to someone of real power - Tywin Lannister. Sitting down at the desk in his chamber he admitted to himself that the queen's escape did not fair well for him. Yes, she was technically no longer queen but he knew how the Northern people felt about her, they loved and admired her and as long as she had support in the North she was a threat to him. And if he was being completely honest with himself, he also admired her, she was clever and extremely perceptive. At times he felt as if she could see right through him and her riding and arrow skills left her in good stead for survival after her escape, she had proven that to him on more than one occasion. In his mind, it was entirely possible that this newly widowed queen would find her way to safety and once word spread amongst the people of her survival, his authority as Warden of the North would grow very fickle indeed. And her brother... Lord Angus had been seen escaping shortly after her, he was such a formidable fighter and if they found one another after their escape, her chances of finding safety would practically double.  Reaching for the quill he dipped the nib into the ink and began scrawling down his concerns upon the parchment before him, hoping Tywin Lannister would take heed and not fob her off as some helpless young girl, because he knew... the dead king’s wife was anything but.

Jon grimaced with pain as he pulled his shirt on, the wounds inflicted by Ygritte's arrows were still far from healed. As strange as it seemed, they were a constant reminder of her love, he knew very well if she had intended to kill him, he would be dead right now and not here talking to Sam about his brother. Slipping his arms into the tunic, he buttoned it up with an expression that was caught somewhere between bereavement and sentiment. The sadness he felt at Robb’s death weighed heavy on his features, yet recalling certain memories had a soft smile playing on his lips. “The last time I saw him was in the courtyard at Winterfell... I was jealous of Robb my whole life, the way my father looked at him... I wanted that.” Giving his head a little shake he readjusted the arm of his tunic, continuing with a bit of a grin, “He was better than me at everything, fighting and hunting and riding... and girls... gods the girl’s loved him.” Then the lightness left his features leaving only sadness, “I wanted to hate him... but I never could.”

After arriving back at Castle Black from beyond the wall, with three arrows embedded in his torso and barely even conscious, Jon had never expected to be allowed back inside. Yet, thankfully they took him in and tended to his wounds. Sam had stayed by his bedside until he was fully conscious, wanting to be the one to deliver the shocking news about his family. The moment Jon was lucid enough to take in Sam's expression he knew his best friend was there to be the bearer of bad news. Feeling his stomach drop, he looked up at him, “Sam... what is it... what’s happened?” Clearing his throat nervously Sam looked at his hands, watching his fingers as they twisted a piece of rolled-up parchment, “Sam...?”

Finally, he began to speak, his voice nervous and unsure, “There’s been a... a...”

Jon was getting impatient and apprehensive, “Come on Sam... out with it.”

“It’s your brother and Lady Catelyn, they’re... they’re dead. They were at the Twins for Lord Tully and Roslin Frey’s wedding... Walder Frey locked the doors after the bedding ceremony... and... and killed everyone.”

Jon couldn’t help the audible intake of air as his eyes widened in horror. It wasn’t that he was shocked, when Robb went off to war he had prepared himself for the possibility of his death, but the circumstances of how it unfolded truly appalled him. Walder Frey was supposed to be Robb’s ally and even though Jon had always heard stories of his fickle nature, he never imagined that someone would invite guests into their home only to kill them for their own advantage. It was simply the lowest form of dishonour and Jon just couldn’t comprehend it.

Then Sam's words truly sunk in, ‘Locked the doors... and killed everyone,’ Jon felt an unexplainable panic wash over him, wincing with pain as he tried to sit up.

Grabbing him around the elbow Sam guided him up, the action causing his head to spin a little, but no sooner was he upright, did he ask, “And what of (YN)...?”

Sam could see the distress in his eyes and it made his heart sink, Jon had never really said it in as many words, yet Sam could tell that he loved her. From the moment Jon first spoke of (YN), his normally broody eyes radiated with light. When any news arrived from the Stark encampment, his whole body would wake up at the mention of her name and when he received her letter all that time ago the look of disbelief and joy on his features was both unmistakable and sweet. On more than one occasion Sam had found him sitting on his bed with the letter in his hands, his eyes trained upon her words as if it was the first time seeing them. And the time he caught a glimpse of the letter in Jon’s satchel when they traveled north of the wall, left Sam with no doubt of his feelings for the Queen in the North.

Biting his bottom lip, Sam took a tense breath, “We have received messages from Kings Landing, the Twins and a few another Houses nearby.... None of them have mentioned her.” Sam’s eyes searched Jon’s but found nothing he could understand, he just sat there on the bed his features a mixed up array of heavy emotion. Sam shuffled awkwardly on his feet, before breaking the short silence, “There has been no mention of her death or capture... and there is no suggestion that she escaped or was injured... not one word.”

The corner of Jon’s mouth curled up as he pursed his lips before speaking, “Well... I guess that’s something...”

Sam only hummed in agreement, not wanting to give him any false hope, even if she escaped she could be injured and there was nowhere safe for her to go, bound to have whole parties of soldiers out searching for her. Still holding the parchment he waved it in the air, before joining his hands together, “I need to get this to Maester Aemon and you need to rest, tomorrow you have to stand before the brothers and explain your time with the Wildlings... Is there anything I can get you, Jon?”

Giving a little shake of his head, Jon’s gaze fell to his lap. The moment Sam spoke the news of Robb’s slaughter, he could feel a tightness build in his chest. His lungs feeling as if they would crumble under the pressure, yet they refused to release his breath for fear it would not return. When he feared (YN) was amongst the casualties the pressure was quickly forgotten as panic set in, travelling around his body like a crushing wave, leaving him wincing with pain as he struggled to sit up. Yet, somehow the heavy pressure in his chest slowly subsided as he released a long shaky breath at Sam's revelation of (YN)’s unknown fate, giving him hope, however small, that she may still be alive. Surely if they had captured or killed her they would have sent word of it and the sheer neglect to even mention her name could only mean she escaped.

Absentmindedly, Jon watched Sam retreat from his quarters, his mind lost in desperate thoughts, thoughts he tried to push from his mind. Placing a firm hand across the wound at his side, he reached across and opened the drawer beside him, his features twisting from the throbbing pain radiating around his whole torso. Slipping his hand inside he pulled out a letter... her letter... and as he settled himself back into the mattress he found himself staring at it as it rested safely within his hands. How glad he was that he didn’t bring it with him beyond the wall this time, he would have lost it forever. Opening it up, his fingers traced along the black ink of her perfectly formed script, her voice sounding in his head when his eyes ran across her words, the sound so vivid it was as if she were right there beside him. Rolling up the parchment Jon returned it to the draw, pushing it closed with light fingers as a heavy sigh escaped his lips, the rim of his eyes burning at the thought of what they did to his brother. Yet, he couldn’t help the tiny flame of hope that ignited in his chest at the possibility that (YN) survived. That somehow she escaped the murderous slaughter and was out there somewhere fighting and defying the odds against her. Finding some comfort, knowing her natural instincts and quiet strength would hold her in good stead to make it through alive and breathing.

That was when a single memory of Robb came crashing through his head, leaving him unable to think of anything else. The words from their very last conversation echoing in his ears, a constant ringing he knew would remain until he could fulfill his promise. Robb had asked, “I need to know that if anything happens to me, you will make sure (YN) is cared for and safe.”

Once again Jon sighed, he had given his word to his brother, but how could he keep his promise when he didn’t even know where she was? When his honour and duty tied him to the Night’s Watch, knowing that until his hearing tomorrow his fate remained uncertain. And even if they allowed him to live, he was unable to leave the Night’s Watch to search for her anyway. With a silent prayer to the gods, Jon hoped (YN) would safely find her way to him, arriving at Castle Black both well and unharmed. Leaving him able to fulfil his promise to Robb... his promise to himself, vowing to always care for her and protect her with his life.

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[thatonespriteobsessedbitch]

Leaving The Loop (Chap 11)

(Freya POV, 1024 words)

chapter 1 chapter 10

While Olive ran to tell Miss P about Miss Avocet, I followed Claire into the sunroom, slipping in to stand beside Enoch as Miss Avocet told us what happened in her loop.

I felt more than saw Noch stiffen up beside me as Miss A spoke about the hollows raiding her loop and I knew why. His first loop had been raided and he was the only one to make it out alive. I slipped my hand into his and squeezed lightly to convey my message.

I’m here, you’re safe, we’re safe, I’ve got you.

I heard Miss P’s heels click against the floor as she rushed into the sunroom, Liv, Em and Jacob behind her.

“Oh, Miss Peregrine, they found my new loop! The children!” Miss P sat down on the settee beside her. “I tried to save them but,” Miss A gasped softly, “there were so many hollows. I don’t know how I escaped!”

Miss P pulled her mentor into a tight hug. “You’re safe now,” she promised.

“None of us are safe. They set up the machine in my loop.”

“They put it in the cellars of Blackpool Tower,” Olive chimed in. “They’re still there!”

“Their machine?” Miss P questioned.

“The experiment. They intend to do it again.”

“This time he’s using more Ymbrynes,” Noch added.

“He still wants to be immortal,” I said.

Miss P stood up and started pacing by the doors to the dining room, worrying her hands as she did.

“Do hollows only attack peculiars?”

I scoffed at Jacob’s question. “Of course not, they’re monsters , Jacob. They don’t care as long as they get fed. They’ll slaughter anything in their path.”

“Well, some sheep on the island were killed.” 

My heart stopped at his words and I squeezed Noch’s hand again to make sure he was there still. He squeezed back and rubbed gentle circles into my hand.

“You don’t think they’re here already, do you?”

“Have you seen anyone with white eyes?” Miss A’s eyes were hopeful that he hadn’t.

He hesitated for a moment before shaking his head.

“I’m sorry children, we can’t remain here.”

What?!

“What?!” Enoch dropped my hand in surprise.

“We leave on the first ferry off the island tomorrow. Pack anything of importance.” She leaned down and grabbed the twins' hands. “Then it’s sandwiches and early to bed.”

“Are we leaving for good?” Hugh demanded,

“When are we coming back?” Fiona asked.

“Never. If Miss P’s not here to rest the loop tomorrow night, the house gets bombed.”

“But, our house!”

“It’ll be alright, Claire-Bear. I’m sure Miss P will find us a lovely house somewhere else.” I scooped Claire up and walked up the stairs. “Now, why don’t you go grab your favourite dolls and your favourite dresses and we’ll make sure they come with us, hmm?”

I opened her and Bron’s door and knelt down on the floor beside her bed, reaching under her bed to grab her suitcase. “Put everything that you want to bring in a pile, okay? And then come get me and I’ll help you put everything into your suitcase.”

She nodded demurely and I ran my hand over the top of her hair before rushing to my room.

I grabbed my own suitcase and made quick work of going through everything in my dresser and only grabbing the things I needed. My two favourite dresses, both sets of my modern clothes in case I needed to blend in, my thicker jacket, sleepwear, two books and my first aid kit from the bathroom.

I poked my head into Noch’s room.

“Are you grabbing any hearts and the like or should I? Or are we not bringing any?”

“If you put some of my stuff in your bag then I can bring them, we don’t know if we might need them.” “Exactly what I was thinking, better to be safe rather than sorry. Do you have anything you can give me now to toss in my bag?”

“Yeah, here.” He passed me a small pile of clothes that I took before stepping out of the room.

I had just put down the clothes when I remembered that I forgot to tell him something.

“Oh wait, I grabbed the first aid kit so we have that in case we need them.”

“Perfect, Frey.”

I finished packing everything I would need when Claire grabbed me to help her with her things.

Liv was already there helping Bron with her suitcase, I gave her a strained smile as Claire led me to her bed where her bag was open and her stuff in piles.

“Alright, lovey, let’s do this.” Within a few minutes, Bron’s, Claire’s, Liv’s and my bags were all packed and poor Liv and I were struggling down the stairs with two large suitcases each.

We had just put them down in the pile with the other ones that were done when Jacob came storming down the stairs and out the door.

“Freya, where is Jake going?”

“I don’t know, Claire, but why don’t we go make dinner for the four of us, yeah?”

“I’m starving!”

I laughed at Bronwyn’s enthusiasm, “I know, Wyn.”

Liv and I quickly made them some sandwiches and once they had finished eating we sent them off to clean up their room before we were off helping the others pack and make dinner.

We grabbed onesies for the twins, seeds for Fiona, the net for Hugh, the Map of Days for Millard and Horace’s top hat.

I was in the middle of grabbing a book for Miss P when I caught sight of Victor’s door.

I stopped for a second in front of it before turning the knob and sitting down in the chair beside his bed.

“We’re leaving, Vic. The island isn’t safe enough anymore. We can’t take you with us, tomorrow night when the house is bombed, you’ll be gone for good. I’ll never see you again and I think it’ll be good for me, not living with your and Millie’s shadows over me.” I squeezed his cold hand once before standing up and walking back towards the hallway. 

I paused right before closing the door, “Goodbye, Vic.”

I shut the door behind me and didn’t look back.

chapter 12

[thebluelemontree]

Hello! I'd like to ask what in your opinion will happen to Jeyne Poole Bolton. I read theories about her going with Ser Justyn and Tycho Nestoris to Bravoos and then asking of gift of mercy at The House of Black and White so Arya can use her face when returning to Westeros. I really hope that never happen, I don't want her to just give up and die. The monsters can't win. Maybe she can provide information about Boltons and Littlefinger and see northern justice being served to them.

It looks like a strong possibility that Jeyne Poole (and I really don’t like tacking Bolton on to her name, sorry) could end up going to Braavos and meet with Arya.  Jeyne has pertinent information to share with Arya about everything that happened to her since the purge of the Stark men in the Red Keep.  Like you said, most notably Jeyne knows that Littlefinger was the one who sold her the Bolton’s.  Encountering Jeyne, who is a tie to Arya Stark’s identity and past, could very well be the catalyst for Arya deciding to return to Westeros.  I suspect she’ll return by way of the Riverlands first as many other characters connected to Arya have already converged there.  I wrote about it in this post bout Brienne and how she is heavily tied to Arya and has been the entire time. There are many loose ends to tie up in the Riverlands, especially with Lady Stoneheart, the face of what ruthless, indiscriminate vengeance really looks like.  That really isn’t Arya.  So I personally feel Arya will play a role in putting what’s left to her mother to rest and ending the Frey/Lannister bloodbath after it spills out of control.  The tears will be pouring, but I think that resolution is most appropriate to Arya’s arc over just booking it to WF and to do what?  It’s Stannis that is currently poised to go up against Ramsay and retake Winterfell, which will probably happen before Arya leaves.  

That part about Jeyne offing herself so Arya can take her face?  Ew, wtf, gross!  Gross on so many levels!  Jeyne is as much a survivor as Sansa and Arya.  They are all bound by the same traumatic event that scattered them on different paths.  I mean, it is possible she may become suicidally depressed from all the trauma and the constant threat of being unmasked as an imposter.  She may feel hopeless and in despair if/when she reaches Braavos, but my gut feeling says she won’t die there and in that way.  Despite what we saw between them in AGOT, Arya and Jeyne used to play together when they were little too.  Jeyne’s childish bullying would never make Arya indifferent to Jeyne’s suffering, nor would she be okay with Jeyne taking her life, let alone cut her face off.  :P  I don’t think Arya truly buys into the philosophy of the House of Black and White.  For both girls meeting a person they knew before everything went to hell, someone who recognizes them for the person they truly are and can call them by their real name would be a profound moment for both of them.  I do agree that such an event could motivate Arya to abandon the HoBaW for good.  

I mean I’m all for theories, but one crucial thing people often neglect to think through when making them is “what purpose does this idea serve in furthering the story?  What are the implications and does it jive with everything we already know?”  Most of the time, they are constructed around what people think sounds cool.  Sure, we wanna see what Arya has learned from the FM put into action and we will.  But taking Jeyne’s face doesn’t make much sense to me.  The whole point of the Jeyne impersonating Arya subplot is that there are very few people left alive who actually know what the real Arya looks like.  What does Arya need Jeyne’s face for if it’s highly unlikely anyone will recognize her anyway?  I’m not sure what they think the useful application will be.  Just going back to WF with it and wearing it while she stabs Ramsey or something?  Does she need Jeyne’s face to do that or is just for poetic justice and flair?  As I said before, it looks like Stannis will have already dealt with the Bolton’s before Arya even leaves for Westeros.  Unless they can show it is necessary for plot purposes that Jeyne is sacrificed so Arya can move forward, I don’t see that happening.  I’m not saying that can’t happen, but I don’t see why it would need to happen for the story to work.  Arya can be plenty motivated to act and has other skills and options available to her without needing to take Jeyne’s face.  She could also steal another face from the HoBaW.    

If I had to guess at what would happen after a meeting between Jeyne and Arya, I would say that after Arya learns that Jeyne is still in danger of being exposed as a fake, she would try to help get her away from Justyn Massey.  Justyn is not a man to be trusted.  He’s ambitious, out for himself, and it is believed he’s seeking to wed a girl with a claim for a lordship (Val, Asha, and even “Arya” who Jon believed was the girl on the dying horse).  With Jon dead and “Arya” in his custody, just a guess, but he may seek to wed her under Stannis’s nose (especially if he thinks Stannis may perish in the battle); however, I believe Justyn would react really badly if he found out she is really Jeyne Poole.  I would love to see Arya and Jeyne absconding back to Westeros together.  I think that would be a nice touch to bring their relationship full circle in that way.  So after that, it’s anyone’s guess.  Jeyne has a lot to share with Sansa as well.  I’d really like to see the three of them reunited, the conflict of the past put to rest, and moving the plot forward together.                                                       

[dinah-davenport]

In the Dark of the Night || Self Para

TW: Blood, Violence, Gore

It was well after midnight when Dinah exited The Sanctuary. Usually she could be there much later but it had been a quiet night and one of the other medics was also on duty, so she decided to call it a night. It was just as well that the Alpha didn’t need a whole lot of sleep since she had a 6am rise that morning; the hospital called and asked if it was possible for her to come in for a few hours in the morning. So, being her typical caring self, hoisted herself down the hospital until around 11am when she headed to her family’s building. It was also the afternoon when she visited the Armory; luckily Gale took care of a lot of that so she could focus on other areas. This was why she was glad to be leaving The Sanctuary; it had been far too long a day.

Instead of getting her driver to pick her up, she opted to walk; something that she liked to do from time to time. Her almost floating amble meant that it could take her well over an hour, but Dinah liked the fresh air, she liked the fact that she didn’t have to speak to anyone and she could be alone with her thoughts. It was one of the rare times that she had that. Silence. Even her home was usually filled with some sort of noise: Olga in the kitchen or the the rest of the staff cleaning the house and sometimes Wyatt pacing along the hall. She always had something to do or someone to meet, so she felt these strolls were vital to her mental health in a way.

Dinah came to a halt in front of one of the entrances to Central Park, debating whether or not she was going to walk around and stop in at a 24 hour store, or walk by The Lake and delay her journey home just a little bit longer. After a moment of quiet contemplation she turned her sneaker clad feet in the direction of the entrance, trotting over the road to avoid some late-night traffic.

As soon as stepped under the canopy of trees, she felt as though she was entering another world; a feeling she loved when she walked in Central Park. She felt the park almost could seem out of place to some, a luscious, well-kept, vast area of green that stood out in a concrete jungle. It reminded her of home, the home she had nearly a thousand years ago. That was why she loved being in nature… because it made her feel closer to the life that she once had. It would be wrong to assume that Dinah spent every day pining for lost times that would never return, because she didn’t. But there were some passing days when the past seemed so much closer to her, like she could reach out and touch it and she’d be back with her husband and children, sitting in one of their fields, a light breeze catching at her hair. She wasn’t a naive woman in the slightest; she’d probably considered more of a realist than a dreamer. But it was interesting what a thousand years of living while people around you died and lay decaying in the dirt, could do. She grew wise to the dreams because in reality all they would do was cause pain… better to stay in the real world.

The werewolf’s eyes came back from the far off thoughts in her head, and back to the walkway in front of her. It was lit by Victorian style gas lights, an homage to a time when horse drawn carriages and corsets were the norm. Dinah liked walking down when there was no one around, it meant that, despite the darkness, she could really take the time to enjoy her surroundings. There was no one knocking into her or joggers snapping at her to get out of the way, it was totally relaxed. She raised her hand and tucked a strand of hair away that had came loose, securing it behind her ear before turning more in the direction of 5th Avenue.

It was as she began to walk off the main walkway that she realised that she wasn’t alone. Her eyes glanced around the area but she found no one, deciding to simply carry on her way than really stop to investigate. She was about to put the feeling to the back of her mind when a figure staggered out from the trees, turning towards her.

“Lady… lady please help… I’m hurt”

Even from the distance that Dinah was standing at, she could sense that they were a vampire. But as the figure crumbled to the ground, it didn’t stop her from jogging over to them, feeling the need to help. Perhaps they had been bitten by a werewolf or suffering from the effects of vervain. Both of which the Original had dealt with before.

“Where are you hurt?” she asked, coming to kneel beside the figure, a frown moving over her face from concern.

That was when it happened. At first Dinah thought she had been punched but as soon as she felt the burning sensation and twisting that she knew what it was. A blade. She let out noise that was almost like she had been winded and was trying to suck in breath, her hands moving to where the pain was. Her eyes darted to her fingers that were now covered in a crimson liquid… covered in blood. Despite still trying work out what had happened, she knew that the knife had most likely ruptured her liver and would be bitch to heal. This whole process in her mind must have only took a split second, but that was all that needed for a repeat attack, this one landing only a few inches from the first.

That was all that was needed for her to completely come to terms with this was; an ambush. Just as she began to move, she was dragged backwards from the decoy vampire. Luckily Dinah was much more prepared, her hand shooting back to the assailant’s wrist, twisting it hard enough to hear a resounding snap. With the vampire, who stank of the kind of magical alcohol that you could buy at The Frey, letting out a yowl, she took her cue and scrambled to her feet. As she whirled around, her hand over one of the wounds while the other was clenched at her side, stained red, she saw half a dozen vampires come out of the woodwork, stalking towards her.

Looking back, it was clear to her that this was the moment that something inside her that had lay dormant for well over a century, snapped. It wasn’t the short of snap like a twig under pressure, it was a snap like a bone breaking in two. And they were at the receiving end.

“You…” Dinah began, her voice low and resoundingly deadly, “Picked the wrong person to attack tonight”. Those were the only words she muttered until much later.

If there was one word to describe the events of that night, it would be ‘bloodbath’. It was evident that the Alpha wasn’t going to kill cleanly when the first head rolled across the walkway, leaving its lifeless body behind. The red mist had clouded Dinah’s judgement, leaving her with one desire: to send two messages. You don’t fuck with the Davenports. And perhaps more importantly; you don’t underestimate Dinah Davenport. And that was a lesson these drunk, rogue vampires found out the hard way, the violent way.

In the grand scheme of things the fighting didn’t last that long as the vampires soon began to drop like flies; one with their heart torn from their chest, one losing their head after she broke several bones in their now lifeless body and others going out in similar ways. She was about to finish off one of the final ones when she felt a sharp burning stab in the middle of her back, making Dinah cry out from the pain. The fact that it remained, as well as the object made her denote that it was a silver arrowhead-like weapon, a weapon now embedded in her back with no real way to get out by herself.

It wasn’t even a millisecond before she whipped around, her foot swinging around with her, colliding with the vampire (the one who lured her into the trap in the first place) and broke his leg. He went down like a ton of bricks, hitting the ground with a resounding smack. Dinah watched for a few moments as he did his best to drag himself along the ground, away from her as his leg wasn’t healing fast enough to make escaping easy.

“What? Leaving already?” she sneered, walking towards him at a pace akin to a wolf stalking prey. Though, her pace was laboured slightly from the injuries that would take some hours to heal fully. Her foot landed on his back, stopping the now terrified vampire. “But we were just getting started… it would be rude to leave a party you invited me to”. With a swift movement, she kicked him so that he rolled over, looking up at her with wide eyes.

“P-p-please don’t kill me,” the pleading began, making Dinah smile bitterly at him.

“Would you have spared me if the roles were reversed? I don’t think so somehow”. There was no real consideration in her voice, they probably knew she couldn’t be killed but that didn’t mean she was immune to torture… and they had almost succeeded in that tonight.

“You reap what you sow,” the words that left her mouth were cold, dark and almost unrecognisable in the usually calm and gentle Davenport. That Davenport was replaced by something far more deadly, a brutal reminder of why she was Alpha… and why she had survived this long.

“If you let me go, I can send a message…” the vampire was clearly grasping at anything that would spare his life, probably knowing that Dinah was renowned for her her compassion. But that side her of her wouldn’t be remembered tonight. No. The most hidden side would be. She reached down, grabbing him by the shirt, ignoring the agony her back was in, and hoisted him up.

“That’s the thing; killing you is exactly the kind of message I want to send. Your reap what you sow”

The vampire didn’t even have a chance to speak as she tore his head from his shoulders, blood splattering across her face, sending it thudding against a tree, killing the final attacker in the process.

There was a moment when time seemed to completely still for Dinah as she stood there, still holding the now headless body in one hand while the other contained the remnants of a scalp. It had been a long time since she had broke like she had tonight… and even longer since she had sent heads flying from bodies. But, the thing that was most curious was that she didn’t feel empty… this slaughter had been necessary to remind people with power complexes why they didn’t stand where Dinah did… why she was the one who stood at the head of one of New York’s most powerful families. She was not to be underestimated, she had the ability to be just as deadly as one of her less poised siblings… deadlier even.

Her fists eventually released the things they were holding, letting them drop to the ground. The pain returned as she stood there in blood soaked clothes and splatters all over her face. Dinah could feel her knees shaking slightly as she put her hand out to steady herself on the nearby lamppost. Her free hand once again returned to one of her wounds in her abdomen, her fingers receiving a fresh coating of the crimson red substance that had been so prominent that night. She knew she had to leave soon, not only to avoid getting spotted but to make sure that none of the wounds healed with anything still inside- especially that one on her back. Having to cut out a silver blade was not her idea of fun evening.

She needed to rest, she needed help. But for the next few minutes all she could do was rest her forehead against the lamppost and try to let the red mist lift once more and to return to the woman that everyone knew. Perhaps all that was now was a mask… a mask that had cracked in battle and all the things she was capable of would shine through, revealing a far darker person underneath.