do you think evan feels pretty? like do you think he has the capacity, or will barty just perpetually shower him with compliments while he sits there thinking wtf is this man on about
i think he’s very fond of the way he looks, because he looks just like his sister
kid icarus fans going through ao3 forcing themselves through the most godawful erotic fic summaries in existence just to see their obscure fav appears in 2 stories ever
While the Reaper IFF is being installed, Pandora takes the opportunity to meet up with the Alliance who have reached out to her via her father, Admiral Stephen Hackett. What she isn't expecting is that Kaidan has a dark history with Hackett, and when the two men meet things quickly spiral out of control.
Cover Art of Subject Zero Kaidan is by LeFlay Art!
A snippet is below the cut:
"Pan! Get away from him!" Her father sounded almost panicked, and she heard him step forward, though Kaidan's eyes flicked back to him and he stopped in his place. "Pan, please! He's dangerous!"
"Kaidan," she spoke gently and raised her hand, placing it gently on his chest. His skin was burning hot, and the moment she touched him his gaze moved to her, though his expression didn't alter. "I don't care about what you did." She let him see the truth in her eyes. "I already know you've done terrible things, but you're not the person you used to be, so I don't care."
She could see Kaidan struggling to bring himself under control. Every muscle in his body was tense, and he was trembling with rage. Whatever he'd done to get himself discharged it was something that haunted him, no matter how tough he acted. She knew a lot about him; that he'd been tortured mentally and psychologically, that he'd been addicted to red sand and other drugs to increase his biotics, and that he'd done horrific things for the Alliance and for Cerberus.
But she'd never asked for details; she wondered now if she should have.
With a shuddering breath he managed to reel his power in and the blue aura around him faded, though she could still see the tension in his muscles and feel the thrumming power of his biotics.
"You'll hate me," he spoke so quietly that Pandora almost didn't hear him, but he raised his hand and pressed it over hers where it rested on his chest. "What I did…” he shuddered as though he couldn't finish the sentence. “You'll hate me."
Read the full chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6049996/chapters/141188842
An amicable and studious individual who weaves her way in and out of interpersonal relationships with practiced ease, with the main goal of establishing an elaborate web of connections in order to secure resources and a life of freedom for herself. He deals with a pervasive guilt complex regarding his desires, constantly ruminating over the harm that befalls others that he may have a hand in.
Pandora might be able to communicate with people from all sorts of lives by adjusting herself ever so slightly, but she's acutely aware of her place and tries not to fall under anyone's 'control'. He anchors himself to who he is and refuses to be changed by others, harboring a paranoia of other people attempting to do this to him and take away his autonomy.
I am bored so if you want to ask me questions, you can.
You can ask me stuff about : Pandora Hearts, Vanitas no Carte, Fe games (from Fe 1 to Fe 17, warriors included) horror visual novel like Ib, Pocket Mirror or games of the kind, Vocaloid.
Please don’t ask anything weird and if I don’t answer, don’t get upset because it may be that I simply don’t find answer or I don’t want to answer for any reasons
thursday snippet (even though it's not thursday anymore)!!
thank u @sugarsnappeases for the tag<33
you're getting a little piece of the upcoming chapter of east of eden, told from pandora's point of view<3
(the 'evan' she's talking to is her reflection btw)
She hasn't had the chance to wash her hands yet, they still feel filthy. To escape this, she swings into one of the bathrooms on her way; letting the water run until it feels warm enough to scold, sticking her trembling fingers into the ruthless stream from the tab and keeping them there until she can't feel them anymore, it's become quite a routine these days.
She leans on the sink when she reaches to turn off the tab with her elbow. Her fingers are red from the throbbing heat of the water, and they dig into the edge of the sink like the smooth, pale porcelain counts as a human touch if she wants it to badly enough. She imagines feeling a pulse beating beneath the glazed surface, imagines clinging to it until she could swear she feels it in her fingers. At last, she recognizes the feeling of the tear that rolls down her cheek silently.
She lets it run for a moment, allows it to hurt, before its path curves, and it trickles down into the corner of her mouth. She sticks her tongue out to catch it; giggling, more tears start to fall.
As she looks up, fingers digging into the cold porcelain of the sink, she finds Evan in the bathroom mirror's reflection, teary-eyed and laughing back at her through pale eyebrows.
She sniffs. The lamp from the ceiling drags harsh shadows under her brow bone, shields her eyes from the warm light.
"One day, Evan," she states, eyes glued to her reflection, "Tom Riddle is going to die." She swallows. "He's going to die, and it won't be me who killed him." A soft click sounds from her tongue, a subconscious habit that she picked up from Evan years ago. She leans closer to the mirror's blank surface. "It doesn't matter to me. I don't care if he's dead or alive; I'll carve his heart straight out of his chest, and I'll keep it in a plastic bag until I reach California."
She imagines Evan looking at her, a long look that drags out for minutes before he blinks. The heart, he will know about; he will know, instinctively, that they have three beating hearts, now. There will still be guts spilled up to Pandora's elbows; she'll be squeezing the epicardium a hundred and twenty times a minute just to keep it beating through her travel, and when she hands it to Evan, he will put it in a glass jar of liquid nitrogen and place it on her nightstand with a proud smile.
"Hello, sister," is what he'll say. "Welcome back to California."
No pressure tags to @sophyayayayaya (dunno if you want the thingie you showed me to see the light of day or not but if you'd like) and also @grimsneverendingfuneral because i'm actually obsessed with your rosekiller snippets 🤭🫀
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