#(realizing i drew them both being a menace and being menaced on lmao)
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didderd · 1 year ago
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yeen doodles for th soul
yeen depicted is @collarbars's sona, Milk. :3
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an-ambivalent · 6 years ago
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Oath Of Desires: Four
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Synopsis: [Yandere! Jungkook x Reader x Taehyung] [Poly AU]
It had only been them three for a long time. Not one person more, not one person less – just Jungkook, Taehyung and [Name].
Jungkook was elated when Taehyung and [Name] told him that they had become a couple. He literally could not have been happier.
They were his favourite couple, and he loved them both…. A little too much.
When there was a hindrance in Taehyung and [Name]’s relationship which caused them to fall apart, Jungkook was distraught. Afterwards, when he realized the depths of his love for his ‘friends,’ Jungkook made an oath of his dark desires – he was going to do whatever it took to get them back together. And this time, he was also going to become part of their relationship.
Warning: As this story contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl.
                                             ___________
“It’s only here, my love; where we fight, only for love.”
-Ruftaz Raj
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It had been a quite some time since Jungkook found himself to be in circumstances which had genuinely surprised him again. In the comfort that he received from [Name]’s love, and Taehyung’s friendship, he realized he had ended up delving in it too much.
The things that Jungkook saw and perceived, and the feelings he felt were different. Despite the fact that everyone was born in the same world, Jungkook’s perception of reality differed vastly from the actuality of situations that everyone else lived in. In another analogy, imagine an individual who drew a simple circle on a blank piece of paper, and had drawn a vertical line in the middle of the circle to split it into two halves. This circle represented the world. One half of the circle was the actual truth, and the other half conveyed the distorted view that Jungkook had of the world.
Compared to his life prior to meeting [Name] and Taehyung, this new one was much more cheerful and easier to live in – he absolutely loved it. However, he had become so indulged in his new found happiness, that he almost forgot about how anything he loved, always tended to fall apart. Life was his biggest enemy and it always treated his wants like a fleeting dream. The moment he was close to obtaining or achieving what he desired, life would suddenly snatch it away from him.
For Jungkook, life had always been cruel and painful. And once again, like it always did, it was beginning to become hard. But, the worst was not there yet. This was only the start. However, through the pain he had suffered through, and atrocious hardships he had to endure, Jungkook was at a point where he had become crueler and harder than life itself.
At many points, there had been monsters who had abused him. Rightfully so, he had to come to loathe each and everyone of them with his entire being. He had killed mostly everyone who had continued to do him wrong. In doing so, he failed to realize that the very monsters he despised – he was becoming the very mix manifestations of their monstrosities. However, the poised question was that did those monstrosities ever exist in the first place? Or was it something that only Jungkook viewed in his own disfigured world?
One would never know. But, one concrete conclusion was that since this was merely the beginning, and Jungkook was now experienced, he planned to do everything he could in order to avoid the disasters of his past actions. This time, he decided – no. This time, he knew that it was going to be different. This time, he would not lose everything and end up as a victim again. This time, he was going to be the one who was going to choose his victims – anyone who would dare to defy him, and get rid off them permanently.
So far, there was only one person who had come in the way of the happily ever after he was working hard to achieve. That person – no, she was not a person. She was a bewitching bitch who had tricked Taehyung and made him sleep with her countless of times. She was the one who had defiled the purity of Taehyung’s love and loyalty for [Name], and caused him to betray [Name]. She was the reason why his favourite couple were not together anymore.
Jungkook knew Taehyung very well because they were best friends. He knew for certain that Taehyung was not the type of person who would ever hurt the people he loved. He was their guardian, the one who protect them – his people. He would never do something as impure as cheat on his [Name]. It had to be the devil’s work, a devil who would have tricked him into doing such an unfaithful action. [1]
It was not Taehyung’s fault, it could not be. It was her fault, she made him do it.
It had taken Jungkook a decent amount of time to find out who was the culprit that had corrupted Taehyung into cheating on [Name]. In fact, Taehyung had been rather difficult and reluctant in telling Jungkook. He went far as to scream at him, and claim that it was none of his business, and swore at him too when Jungkook was only trying to help him.
However,  Jungkook knew better. To him, it was more than obvious that Taehyung was only saying such awful words because he was manipulated into behaving like that. His words had hurt Jungkook, but it was nothing that Jungkook could not have overlooked for the sake of his best friend.
Turned out, Taehyung only needed a little dose of some sleeping pills in order to comply. Once Jungkook had drugged him, Taehyung had easily let Jungkook browse his phone to see who he had cheated on [Name] with. Once he had gathered the intel, everything following after that was easy.
He had sent that girl (who turned out to be rude barista from the cafe they had been at back in chapter two) a text, pretending to be Taehyung, and asking if they could have another night in soon. As Jungkook had predicted, she had replied to him a bit too fast – a clear sign of how desperate and promiscuous she was.
It disgusted him, but he refrained himself from expressing it. He needed to play it cool if he wanted to get his revenge on her.
Their little date had been set for ‘tonight’ in a remote area of the city.
As soon as he saw her, Jungkook had immediately blindfolded her from behind so she would not see him. When she had asked him about this, he had simply shushed her, and led her to where he wanted to.
As much he did not wish to, but he needed to, he ended up sharing a few deep kisses with her in order to keep up his act. He had almost scoffed when she was claiming her excitement for the ‘adventurous’ night they were going to have, and ‘how unexpectedly bold [Taehyung] was being tonight.’
It was going to be an exciting night, yes, but only for Jungkook. For the unnamed and unimportant girl who was only put in the story to drive this part of the narrative, it was going to be a long and agonizing night. And she realized that once she was gagged, completely bounded, and unable to move.
Jungkook took off her blindfold and revealed himself. As he did so, there was a bright and menacing grin on his face, and he held a stun gun and a knife in his hand.
She could not do anything but widen her eyes in fear as she stared at the weapons in Jungkook’s hands. This fear in her eyes was exhilarating and thrilled Jungkook. Instantly, he raised the stun gun over her head.
“You’re going to pay for what you did, you stupid homewrecking whore,” He hissed, before he mercilessly brought it down on her, and began her long torment to death for the night.
[1] the whole devil thing was inspired of Rika from mystic messenger lmao. She said it so much, it just sort stuck and was perfect to bring into this.
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koalas-koalas-everywhere · 5 years ago
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Live blogging the Hobbit pt.7
Flies And Spiders
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I’ve been looking forward to this one.
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“There were black squirrels in the wood. As Bilbo’s sharp inquisitive eyes got used to seeing things he could catch glimpses of them whisking off the path and scuttling behinf tree-trunks.” I should write a fic about this myself, but I think it would be a funny scene to have Bilbo, with his sharper eyesight, mention the squirrels and the dwarves just. Have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about? What squirrels?? Bilbo: … the squirrels. Dwarves: wut. B:The squirrels that run around every once in a while. And him trying to point them out but being unable to because of their speed and their black colour. Eventually, after they’ve been in the woods a while, becoming irritable and kinda muddled and just really freaked out, Bilbo snaps and out of nowhere throws a rock at one of them, only stunning it, but effectively bringing it down. The dwarves are all like, Bilbo wtf, both because it was very sudden and because they didn’t know he had that good of an aim, but he just goes “you see it? you see it? oh thank heavens I was starting to think I was going crazy and just imagining it.” That’s when they decide to try to shoot them and eat them and when they realise… well, I’ll keep it for that bulletpoint.
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“Even the dwarves felt it, who were used to tunneling, and lived at times for long whiles without the light of the sun; but the hobbit, who liked holes to make a house in but not to spend summer days in, felt that he was being slowly suffocated.”
Lmao why does he always get the worst of it? Tolkien, I’ll see you in hell.
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“They tried shooting the squirrels, and they wasted many arrows before they managed to bring one down on the path. But when they roasted it, it proved horrible to taste, and they shot no more squirrels.”
Here it is, back to the story, they hunt the squirrels, realise they’re gross, and are like, “Bilbo, you’re the most weirdly skillful yet useless person we’ve ever met.”
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‘Dori is the strongest, but Fili is the youngest and still has the best sight.” Fili is the what
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“All the time he was wondering whether there were spiders in the tree, and how he was going to get down again (except by falling).”
why not
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“They did not care tuppence about the butterflies, and ere only made more angry when he told them of the beautiful breeze, which they were too heavy to climb up and feel.” It is kind of tacky, Bilbo
Double fuck, my bookmark fell off and the spine got cracked. This has literally never happened to me before D:<
In theory, leaving a mark that something’s been used and loved is a concept I like. In practice? This is bothering me.
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“That night they ate the last scraps and crumbs of food; and next morning when they woke the first thing they noticed was that they were still gnawingly hungry, and the nest thing was that it was raining and that here and there the drip of it was dropping heavily on the forest floor.” I mean, they’ve eaten the last of the food and they’re still hungry — chances are that even if they’d known they were almost out of the woods, they wouldn’t have made it anyway. (So certain authors can stow it.)
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“There were many people there, elvish-looking folk, all dressed in green and brown and sitting on sawn rings of the felled trees in a great circle.” Why elvish-looking and not just elves?
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“They were lost in a completely lightless dark and they could not even find one another, not for a long time at any rate. After blundering frantically in the gloom, falling over logs, bumping crash into trees, and shouting and calling till they must have waked everything in the forest for miles, at last they managed to gather themselves in a bundle and count themselves by touch.” First off, I want to serve this as an example of and proof that Tolkien, while not going quite so low as to make scatological and fart jokes, used plenty of slapstick comedy. Second, oh my god you guys, that is not the way to find each other in the dark!
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“Thorin said: ‘No rushing forward this time! No one is to stir from hiding till I say. I shall send Mr. Baggins alone first to talk to them. They won’t be frightened of him--(‘What about me of them?’ thought Bilbo)-- and any way I hope they won’t do anything nasty to him.’” All praise the fearless and generous leader! 
It reminds me of a fanfic I really like, still in progress, where the fanon dynamic for Bagginshield (and indeed, most common tropes of romance) gets subverted by having Thorin trust and rely on Bilbo to protect him instead of being overprotective. It was started after the first movie but before the others, and I can really see it in the book. (Of course, that probably has something to do with the fact that Tolkien didn’t write it to be romantic.)
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“‘They are the best I am likely to get in this beastly place,’ he mutteres, ad he lay down beside the dwarves and tried to go back to sleep and find his dream again.” Dwarf(and hobbit)pile!
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“He was deep in thoughts of bacon and eggs and toast and butter when he felt something touch him. Something like a strong sticky string was against his left hand, and when he tried to move he found that his legs were already wrapped in the same stuff, so that when he got up he fell over. 
Then the great spider, who had been busy tying him up while he dozed, came from behind him and came at him.” Almost executed for daydreaming about breakfast in the middle of Mirkwood at night crimes.
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“He beat the creature off with his hands--it was trying to poison him to keep him quiet, as small spiders do to flies--until he remembered his sword and drew it out.”
Bilbo: *balls up fists and swings them like cartoon boxer* Let’s do this Shire style!
But also, I want to point out that it says he beat it off not tried to beat it off. That implies success.
Also, I’m kind of freaked out at the implication that that’s a small spider.
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“Then it went mad and leaped and danced and flung out its legs in horrible jerks, until he killed it with another stroke; and then he fell down and remembered nothing more for a long while.
There was the usual dim grey light of the forest-day about him when he came to his senses.” Fair.
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“Bilbo was a pretty fair shot with a stone, and it did not take him long to find a nice smooth egg-shaped one that fitted his hand cosily. As a boy he used to practise throwing stones at things, until rabbits and squirrels, and even birds, got out of his was as quick as lightning if they saw him stoop; and even grow--up he had still spent a deal of his time at quoits, dart-throwing, shooting at the wand, bowls, ninepins and other quiet games of the aiming and throwing sort--indeed he could do lots of things, besides blowing smoke-rings, asking riddles and cooking, that I haven’t had time to tell you about. There is no time now.” There are so many levels of hilarity here, like
1- Bilbo used to be a fucking menace. And he didn’t quite get over it either!
2- They only ran away when he stooped? This just makes me think that he might have done nice things to make them at least tolerate him otherwise, instead of outright avoiding him or attacking him. Like, “ah, it’s that little boy, who’ll either feed us, he’s so nice and- uh oh he stooped, time to go boys.” Alternatively, it’s genetic memory warning them away from Bilbo. I was thinking maybe it was about all hobbits, but it does say “until they got out of his way”, meaning there was a time when they didn’t.
3- That’s such a hilariously late time in the story to introduce us to the fact that the main character has not only good aim but a strong enough arm to throw a stone right through a giant spider’s web, which would be thicker and probably more durable than the normal variety, already stronger than steel. And then kill the spider on the other side.
4- “Other quiet games of the aiming and throwing sort.” Idk man, other games of the sort, figure it out yourself.
5- I want to know about the other stuff Bilbo can do.
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“This is what he sang:
Old fat spider spinning in a tree!
Old fat spider can’t see me!
Attercop! Attercop!
Won’t you stop,
Stop your spinning and look for me?
Old Tomnoddy, all big body.
Old Tomnoddy can’t spy me!
Attercop! Attercop!
Down you drop!
You’ll never catch me up your tree!
Not very good perhaps, but then you must remember that he had to make it up himself, on the spur of a very awkward moment.” Tolkien, shut up, it’s beautiful.
Also, lol, about to be eaten by spiders, how awks.
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“Standing now in the middle of the hunting and spinning insects Bilbo plucked up his courage and began a new song.” Bilbo: If I’m gonna die, it’s gonna be as annoyingly as possible.
Honestly, though, this is my favourite song in the book.
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“Bilbo’s next job was to loose a dwarf.” Very different from losing a dwarf, which he’s already done x14 (Thorin counts twice, especially considering he hasn’t even realized he’s lost him yet).
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“Suddenly Bilbo noticed that some of the spiders had gathered round old Bombur on the floor, and had tied him up again and were dragging him away. He gave a shout and slashed at the spiders in front of him. They quickly gave way, and he scrambled and fell down the tree right into the middle of those on the ground. His little sword was something new in the way of stings for them. How it darted to and fro! It shone with delight as he stabbed at them. Half a dozen were killed before the rest drew off and left Bombur to Bilbo.” Bilbo’s gone berserk.
Also, Sting shone with delight? What a bloodthirsty blade.
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“Away behind them now the shouting and singing suddenly stopped.” DUN DUN DUUUUUN
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“Things were looking pretty bad again, when suddenly Bilbo reappeared, and charged into the astonished spiders unexpectedly from the side.
‘Go on! Go on!” he shouted. “I will do the stinging!”
And he did. He darted backwards and forwards, slashing at spider-threads, hacking at their legs, and stabbing at their fat bodies if they came too near. The spiders swelled with rage, and spluttered and frothed, and hissed out horrible curses; but they had become mortally afraid of Sting, and dared not come very near, now that it had come back. So curse as they would, their prey moved slowly but steadily away. It was a most terrible business, and seemed to take hours.” Love this part. All very heroic.
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“They knew only too well that they would soon all have been dead if it had not been for the hobbit; and they thanked him many times. Some of them even got up and bowed right to the ground before him, though they fell over with the effort, and could not get on their legs again for some time.” I can imagine Bilbo all flustered, going “good. Hope you’ve learned your lesson and won’t be doing that again. Limit yourself to fawning.”
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“All of a sudden Dwalin opened an eye, and looked round at them. ‘Where is Thorin?’ he asked.”Lmao, finally!
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“They differed from the High Elves of the West, and were more dangerous and less wise.” Feral.
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“All this was well known to every dwarf, though Thorin’s family had had nothing to do with the old quarrel I have spoken of. Consequently Thorin was angry at their treatment of him, when they took their spell off and he came to his senses.” Another change done for the movie: Thorin’s family wasn’t involved in the feud.
Also lmao this weapon, a prisoner and all “how dare you”.
I’m not going to talk about the conversation between Thorin and Thranduil bc it’s probably been done to death.
Definitely my favourite chapter this far. Main character’s skills and learned courage begins to show? Check. He uses them in a fight that gives him extra confidence? Check. Heroics mixed with witty commentary and one-liners? Check. Team begins to see them in a new, more positive light? Check. Elves being made fun of and painted as kinda ridiculous? Check. (This one’s very subjective ig.) 
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red-the-dragon-writes · 3 years ago
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I was tagged by@natalieironside and then also by@borinquenaqueer XD
my words are fight, love, queer, confusion, and sword from the first batch and electric, bruise, hands, empty, and ache from the second :D
I'm tagging @chokopoppo @dragon-swords-prophecies @greatshell-rider @0ptiimus @honestlyvan and anyone else who wants in uwu. Your words are shudder, twisted, bright, lost and water. :D
Cut for length.
FIGHT:
“(...)Sorry about standing you up for lunch.” “It’s alright. I don’t think I would’ve enjoyed your company much. You beat up Felyx?” “To be fair, I’ve beaten Felyx up a few times.” “He’s a shrimp. It’s like beating on a chihuahua.” “He’s like double your size.” “Yes, but I could snap you in half without breaking a sweat, and we both know it. Felyx is a… well. He’s Felyx.” “He’s no slouch. He just wasn’t hitting me back.” “I wouldn’t’ve wanted to hit you back either. It sounds like you were having more of a meltdown than a real fight.” “Shh. Kings don’t have meltdowns.” “Of course, your majesty. Do you prefer temper tantrum?” “If it gets you to stop calling me titles.” “You’re going to really need to get over that.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Go write your speech,” Merox said. “And you can make earlier up to me with dinner.”
LOVE:
“You shouldn’t punch people. It’s not nice.” “I’m not nice.” “It’s mean.” “I am mean. I kill people.” “You’re not mean. You’re Rex.” “Fuck off. Yes I am. I’m super mean. And scary.” “No you’re not.” “Yeah I am. I scare people. Because I am scary.” “Then they’re cowards, because you’re lying here with your face in a bowl of ice cream mumbling into the table. That’s not very scary of you.” “This is your fault,” Rex said again. “No, it’s your fault,” Felyx said, and yawned. “If you really didn’t want to go out so bad, you should’ve just not come out.” “I hate you.” “I love you too, Rex.” “I hate you so much.” “I know you do, Rex.” “You’re the worst friend ever.” “I know that means you love me.” “It does not,” Rex lied halfheartedly. “It means you’re the worst and I hate you. Obviously.” “Obviously,” Felyx agreed. “Let’s get you home before you pass out.” “I’m not going to pass out,” Rex said weakly, and then he passed out.
QUEER: somehow not in the document in spite of the fact that this cast is like practically bowl of honey nut queerios lmao. i'm genuinely surprised.
CONFUSION: also not in the doc so I just went with "confused" lol
“I didn’t know that,” said Felyx. “Merox, did you know that?” Rex glanced over to the doorway. Merox was conspicuously absent. She must’ve left. “I didn’t,” he said after a second into their confused pause. “But, no, no, that’s perfect. That’s perfect. Have the messenger stay for the banquet, put him with the table with Karth, let him enjoy the food and watch the show. And we’ll send him back with the bishop’s head. Telvar, do you know which bishop?” “Ha. No. But you can probably ask.” “Right. I can probably ask.”
SWORD: (note: gory violence in this snippet)
“My name is Rex,” Rex said, his voice sounding disappointingly weak to his own ears. He took another breath and started again, louder. “I killed Lord Deiya, the immortal. I took their heart from their chest.” At this he withdrew the still-glowing blue crystal orb from his coat and held it above his head. It twinkled merrily in the light. “This is the object that was keeping them alive. I’m pretty sure they’re still alive in there. But they are no longer here among us, and I was the one responsible.” He paused. There were so many people. “For—for those of you who can’t see, and for the record, because I know someone is taking notes, the heart is a blue orb. It glows. Uh, kind of pulsatingly, like a heartbeat. It looks like a crystal, I don’t know. I don’t describe things for a living, and if I did, I wouldn’t be here today.” He lowered the crystal and then slipped it back into his pocket. He crossed his hands behind his back to avoid fidgeting. Fidgeting would show he was nervous. Showing that he was nervous would make him look weak. He did not want that. “The head of Lord Deiya will be visible later, to prove the veracity of my claim. And this should also prove it,” he said, stepping to the side, as Merox led the first nobleman, chained by the wrists and pale with fear, onto the platform. Rex drew his sword. “Let this serve as a statement of intent. Deiya’s last vestige of control over this country ends right now.” He brought the sword down in a perfect, clear, shining arc. The head separated from the body beautifully, a perfectly clean separation, and as the blood fountained into the air Rex turned back to the crowd. Behind him, Merox pushed the body off the stage and placed the head on a small table intended for that very purpose. Evidently they hadn’t expected the bloodshed to have happened so quickly, or maybe they hadn’t expected it at all. It was as though the entire crowd was holding it’s breath. Fuck, did he fuck that up? It was a flawless execution. What were they waiting for?
ELECTRIC: not in the document. I should fix that; it's a good descriptive word lol. Alas... high fantasy :(
BRUISE: (also violence in this one)
“Yeah, and every country on our border is watching us like a hawk watches a baby rabbit, you utter troglodyte?” “What the fuck is a troglodyte, you disolix motherfucker?” “If you’re going to start calling me snake insults,” Telvar started, and Rex slapped him hard in the jaw. He hadn’t really meant to, really, but this was just a fucking annoying conversation and he wasn’t going to have it. “What’s a troglodyte?” “You hit me.” “I sure did. Don’t call me a snake. What is a troglodyte, Telvar?” “I don’t really know,” Telvar said, rubbing his jaw. “You really had to hit me in the face?” Rex shrugged. “You’re wearing like six rings on that one hand. This is going to bruise.” “It’s not going to bruise, don’t be a pussy.” Even as the words left his mouth he realized he was wrong. There were already red marks beginning to bloom on the side of Telvar’s face beneath his stubble. Whoops. “Tell me what a troglodyte is.” “I don’t really know,” Telvar said, still rubbing his face. “It’s just a thing. What’d you call me?” “Unlucky.” “Unlucky?” “I mean, it doesn’t really mean,” Rex said. “It kind of means you’re in the negative sevens, I mean, it’s… hard to translate, okay? I would’ve used an english word if there were an english word for what I meant.” “And you had to hit me over that.” “No, I hit you because…” Rex stopped. “I don’t know. Weird day. Sorry?” “Good fucking god,” Telvar muttered. “Listen, have we reached any kind of accord on this conversation? At all? Can I go get a fucking ice pack?”
HANDS:
And then the moment was over and he was kneeling on the floor half naked in his own bedroom alone all tied up in a fucking tunic, for fuck’s sake. He was being menaced by a tunic. How utterly embarrassing. He tore the fucking thing off of him as though it burned and managed to get his pants off as well, trying to keep his hands from shaking even though there was no one to even watch his weakness, since he was alone and in his own goddamn bedroom, and then he went and stormed his way into the bathroom and turned on the bath and sat down in the lovely, stupid, completely unnecessary, heavenly hot water that there was no good fucking justification for him to even have and let himself just sit there, relaxing, in the steam and the water. He closed his eyes and leaned back, the candlelight shining red through his eyes, and for the first time in what felt like days he finally just took a breath and—relaxed.
EMPTY:
The countryside would’ve been pretty if it weren’t so flat and empty. Here it was all plains, lashed by the wind and drowning in rain, dotted with farms and otherwise pretty much just a wasteland of grass and wildflowers. Rex hated it, but that was what it was like here. A whole lot of nothing and then a city at the middle where the worst parts of the world came together to be even worse. And he’d taken over it, for some reason. What was he thinking? But he’d already done it, so he couldn’t quit now.
ACHE:
He stumbled his way into Deiya’s quarters, because after the day he’d had he was desperately looking forwards to sitting down in Deiya’s utterly ridiculous, frivolous, fucking amazing wonderful stupid heated baths, and had just about made his way through the door when Zero Point, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, grabbed him by the shoulder. Upon him came a sharp whiff of leather and the smell of pine trees, which was at once strange, because there were no pine trees around for miles, and frankly nostalgic. “Rex! Just the man I wanted to see. Do you have a second—oh, damn, you don’t look so hot.” “Ha,” Rex said. “I don’t feel so hot. What are you after?” “Oh, you know, Merox and I have some things to discuss with you, but you were busy all day.” “Can it wait? My head aches like nobody’s business. Why are you even awake? What is it, midnight?” “A little after,” Zero Point said. “What, were you coming to sleep?” “To bathe, and then to sleep. —why are you looking at me like that?” “Where are you sleeping now, Rex?” Zero Point said, voice condescending. “In… Deiya’s bed?” “No. Do you remember what keeps happening when you sleep in these quarters?” Abruptly Rex remembered what on earth Zero Point was talking about. “It slipped my mind. If you were looking for me, and I was supposed to be on the servants’ levels, though, why are you here?” Zero Point laughed faintly. “I was—really, I was just going to slip some papers under the door and hope you found them in the morning. I’d rather do this in person, but, you know, I rather assumed you’d be asleep.”
i love that the "heated baths are not praxis" thing has come up twice. rex buddy you didn't put them in and it'd be more expensive to take them out than just use them, please chill for one minute lmao.
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