#Sending him to the wolves

[wiwpai]

AT LONG LAST.

The Rex Reference Sheet!

Considering how important he has been to me it's criminal that I haven't been able to give the people an easy way to see his design. If any other details have been unclear I can add those later to his toyhouse page! Which is also the best place to learn more about who he is, kinda

[valyrfia]

lando liking hate comments on his instagram…brother put the phone down. take a deep breath. call a friend.

[justaz]

somehow some time magic goes wrong and young arthurs from different points in time are pulled into king arthur era. everyone kinda has this back and forth of who is going to watch the literal 8 month old. gwen and lancelot are pretty good at taking care of him, so is percival but he doesnt seem comfortable with it so no one forces him. elyan tried to hold him but baby!arthur started wailing after three seconds. leon is sorta good but he has like no idea how babies work or what they need so when baby!arthur found his sword and almost lobbed his own head off, leon was forbidden from taking care of the child. gaius is too old and busy researching how to reverse the issue. who the HELL would trust gwaine with a child? arthur has this Odd aversion to the child but no one pushes him on it. ofc merlin, magic incarnate, has this like aura or energy that draws all these innocent woodland creatures to him so obviously little arthur is also drawn to him. in fact, merlin seems to be the person he likes the most. and merlins a natural w kids apparently so hes often the one that baby!arthur is handed off to.

he complains about it at first but when baby!arthur breaks into a fit of giggles after merlin calls adult!arthur a clotpole, he has merlin wrapped around his little finger. merlin stops complaining but does let arthur know that the one thing he Will Not Do is change his diaper. arthur laughs and walks away. merlin talks to baby!arthur like they’ve been friends for years (bc they have). arthur points out that baby!arthur cant understand him and merlin retorts that its like how it normally is. merlin gets to perform magic in front of baby!arthur and he LOVES it

my point to this was merlin dotting on little versions of arthur is a way that no one ever really did for him growing up and adult!arthur seeing it and healing little pieces of his inner child as he watches merlin play games with baby!arthur and make sure he’s taken care of. it especially hits him when gaius finally finds a way to send baby!arthur back and while everyone seems torn between upset they have to say bye, they’re also relieved to get the baby back where hes supposed to be,, merlin is like choking back fat tears. everyone backs off to give them privacy and merlin just kisses baby!arthur’s forehead and whispers some encouraging and heartachingly sincere words that have adult!arthur choking back tears.

then BOOM the spell also backfires and while yes baby!arthur got back to where hes supposed to be, now theres toddler!arthur. he has this gravitational pull to gaius (can recognize him) and merlin (magic soulmates ofc he has an innate trust in the man). merlin is happy to have his little friend back and gaius goes back to the drawing board. now they have this little 2-3 year old toddling after them and blabbering something that sounds like english if you’re patient enough

(merlin makes another comment about how little arthur has changed over the years)

the cycle repeats, merlin and toddler!arthur get attached and adult!arthur watches and heals a bit more of his inner child. gaius finds another cure that falls through the same way and now they have child!arthur. he has a bit more of uther’s influence in him but hes still a child. he gets hurt and tries to fight back tears but merlin sees he’s in pain and tells him it’s okay to be hurt, to feel pain, to cry. child!arthur says in that stutter cry children do when they’re fighting back tears that his father says boys shouldn’t cry. merlin wipes a tear that slips down child!arthur’s face and whispers about how he cries and lets himself feel his sadness before picking himself back up and dusting himself off before getting back to it, that it doesn’t make him weak but stronger. adult!arthur hears this and this may not be the beginning of his deconstruction but it makes a tremendous amount of progress in him rewiring his brain away from his father’s toxic ways of thinking.

idk if they’d get a teen!arthur since gaius probably would’ve learned his lesson by then but if they did, we’d get to watch Merlin vs Arthur Showdown 2.0 as merlin humbles the young prince and i think that’d be funny. especially for gwaine since he didn’t get to see it happen the first time.

[aleksanderscult]

What kind of "Alina" did Aleksander want?

I've seen so many different people in this fandom give their own opinion about how did the Darkling wanted Alina to be.

Did he wanted her meek, weak and obedient?

Did he wanted her strong and powerful?

So I took the liberty of creating this post to analyze this issue through his own words, thoughts and actions.

I know how popular the "Aleksander wanted her submissive by the way he put that collar around her" theory is but it doesn't really stand because:

A) we will never know how things would turn out if Baghra didn't approach Alina that particular night but it actually seems that he wanted to take her with him to the north.

“The key to the Shadow Fold is finally within our grasp, and right now, I should be in the war room, hearing their report. I should be planning our trip north. But I’m not, am I?”

He couldn't keep the truth from her forever so at some point of that journey he would definitely spill the beans to her.

B) he forcefully put the collar around her throat because she showed resistance at the worst possible moment. The Darkling had already set the wheels in motion: the King was slowly getting sick and the whole country (and most importantly, their enemies) would know it (so he had to work fast before anybody got any ideas of siege, rebellion or war) and he himself would have to show his true colors and plans. By having Alina slip away and act all dramatically with Mal was a blow to his plan and stomach since not only he had Alina as an enemy now but he fell for her so her rejection hurt him on a personal level.

(that weekend MUST have been the worst of his life)

He didn't want her to take that power unwillingly:

Or steal her powers in a violent manner:

He had little time and little patience. He worked his ass off for centuries and tolerated so much bullshit from the monarchs. He wouldn't allow her to foil his schemes. But it's also interesting how his feelings got in the way too and, therefore, acted impulsively.

But! How did he want her?

Well, the very fact that he grew up around a very strong, powerful and stubborn woman is an answer by itself. Baghra's influence definitely played its part if you look at this from a psychological point of view.

“It seems that most men are after a significant other that will essentially replace their mum.

A recent study by eHarmony has found that 64 percent of men are in a relationship with someone who shares significant personality traits with their mother. Fortunately, it’s totally normal from an evolutionary, psychological standpoint.”

Many studies have shown that plenty of men and women search a partner that resembles their mother and father respectively.

It wouldn't be surprising if Aleksander was the same given how many centuries he spent with his own mother and how much of an influence the latter was to her son in his childhood.

There is an abundant amount of proof in the books that Aleksander wanted Alina to be strong, powerful, to embrace her true self and believed that there was more to her.

He thought of her as someone like him and could see himself in her, no matter how much Alina denied it.

Baghra raised him to value power, so seeing Alina shy away from it is strange and peculiar to him. She has the chance to change everything and she seeks things that are beneath her. Aleksander can't fathom that because he doesn't believe that she's meant for something as simple and pathetic as this.

He chastises her for the choices she makes and the wishes she has. She was destined to shine and be seen and here we are watching a girl trying to hide her potential.

If Aleksander wanted her submissive he would be glad to see her state in the beginning of S&S. She's weak, right? So a perfect victim to have that can't fight him back. But, in fact, he's furious, disappointed and unsurprised with her state.

Aleksander never wanted her meek or weak. He even admired her stubborness:

(there is a sense of admiration and annoyance here)

BUT he never wanted that stubborness and ferocity to be directed against him:

He even thought of her better than the men that surrounded her and believed that they couldn't measure up to her power:

The aftermath of their battle in the chapel is extremely interesting because we see the Darkling showing a genuine admiration for her powers and how quickly she (sort of) mastered them:

It also seemed that he showed understanding for the fact that she wanted to keep her freedom. Now that was a very good reason to fight him in his eyes. Since the Darkling himself believed in freedom and fought for it.

And, of course, he offered her a throne at his side. He didn't mind sharing power as long as she wasn't an obstacle to his plans.

He strongly believed in equality between them and according to the author he envisioned a future with her:

In order to have someone to keep your power under control then that person needs to be as powerful as you.

And then we have him at his most vulnerable state confess that he didn't lie about equality after all:

He talked about equality again and again. His disgust and anger every time he saw her weak from not using her powers was prevalent as well as his admiration every time she used her powers to their fullest.

The only thing in which he found her inferior to him was her knowledge of power. Which is understandable since Aleksander had much more time to understand it, study it and use it.

In RoW, his anger and disappointment for her state continues.

So:

1) He believed that she could rule as Queen and her life in hiding is not right for her.

2) He believed that she was meant to be powerful and strong and stood by that statement many times.

3) Didn't consider her life a worthy life at all.

The only character in the Grishaverse, the one that people keep saying that she wanted her weak, was the only one that wanted the opposite for her and considered her fate disgusting, wrong and tragic.

His plan of having Alina on an equal stand beside him continued in this book as well:

Which means that he wasn't lying when he said that he didn't intend to make a slave of her.

And of course her stubborness was a trait that he found annoying and admiring at the same time. It showcased how strong-willed she really was:

So according to his own thoughts and words, I would say that Aleksander actually admired her fierceness and determination. It showed strength and he found it attractive. In fact, it probably even enhanced his conviction that she was the right partner for him.

But he didn't want that hostility to be directed against him and his plans. Which is not weird at all because what kind of person would like someone to screw up his goals.

In conclusion: Aleksander was actually the biggest fan of "powerful Alina".

[acourtofquestions]

“She had no magic to wield, save for the keen eyes of the goddess at her shoulder and an uncanny ability to remain unnoticed, to play into expectations.”

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

I was rewatching The Stone Forest and I really like to think that Hilda had to pass by the Bell Keeper’s outpost on her way out of the city limits. I like to think that idiot looked at what was happening, shrugged, and said ‘eh, she’s the scariest thing out there’

[to-shards-you-say]

hoid would send the shards memes on his phone if he had one.

[whosxafraid]

The Seaweed Is Always Greener

Tracked from [ X ] (It refused me editing so repost it is) @tabbyrp

In time with her snatching up her weapon of choice and the beginning of violence, a merman's head snaps back in confusion. Because what in the---? Mix matched eyes blink rapidly as the last bit of his projectiles lies in a hand. One that isn't so much ready to throw it at her now. Because she's talking...yelling really. Swearing at Saints and tossing out threats as she stabs an oddly shaped piece of wo--wait no he knows what that is. It's an oar. Yes. A piece of wood shaped so to make two leg's smaller moving islands...move. But there's a slight scrunch to his nose because...what is a saint anyway? And why is she swearing at it?

But those questions are knocked loose by a minimal shake of his head. One that tilts a little more the further into the cove she comes. Deeper she goes until coming up short and sudden at the almost mid point of her height.

I shall drag this cove with nets all day and night until you're caught. And then....

He finds himself leaning forward. Brows lifting by degrees. Because even he can tell she's working out what to say. a flicker of curiosity blooming what she will inevitably decide on. And then the other shell drops.

...And then you will be full of regret for these poor choices you have made in your existence.

And in pure honesty of the moment? It produces an indignant snort. Because he will be full of regret? He's already got his share of that and no he will not be taking on anymore. Still it makes him pause. Makes him think.

Why had she come back? Why was she here. Nearly dying--he thought that would be off putting enough but there's something to this particular two legs. A stubbornness he's only ever seen in bull sharks. And that...feeds his curiosity as much as his amusement.

And so his grip around that last bit of chum is tightened as he slips back beneath the surface. Locating her in the sea is easy. The bits of her that bellow out in the current makes her rather hard to miss even in the darkness. And he creeps forward by degrees. Using the silt and sand she's stirring up to get as close as he dares. Just out of reach of her and her oar. And for a moment he waits. Suspended in the dusty sea, clouded from view. But then. . .

The slightest twitch of a tail, the minimal stroke of an empty hand and he breaks the surface up to but not including his nose. Seaweed green and sun gold locked upon her. Because even one tiny motion he doesn't like? And he will do what he has to to keep his cove...his.

Yet for the moment he remains motionless. Dark mop hair flat against his skull. Weighed down by perpetual wetness. And maybe that makes his next movement look oddly funny. The way his head tilts ever so slightly to one side. The last bit of chum set blindly upon his tail before he uses it toss the chum over his own head. Where it lands just short of her between them.

As if to say:

Oh will you now? You and what army?

[indomitus-ferox]

@thestupidmeanone || cont. from here

Artemis frowned down at her datapad's screen. A prank?

[Text: Church] I'm not sure I'm following.

[Text: Church] Did something happen?

[potatoesandsunshine]

i love alfira so much you don't get it that's my GIRL 😭

[toxicdykecocaine]

Every so often I’ll remember that Kian stone exists and I’ll feel the need to peel my skin off and rip out my molars

[catachan-jungle-fighter]

Carve & Slice

John didn't know how long he had been fighting, the Dark Eldar having thrown him into the Pit what seemed like days ago, but he knew that he was growing exhausted even as he broke the neck of the screaming sack of flesh that bore the face of one of his Wolves on it's tortured form that barely resembled a human being.

He knew that it was only a matter of time till he was either too exhausted to continue fighting and was killed when he collapsed or he slipped up during a fight and made a fatal mistake, he had already lost his knives when he fought the hulking things that moaned and screamed in pain, their blades broken off in the things flesh when they collapsed.

He slowly got to his feet from where he had tackled the Not-Wolf to break it's neck, his chest covered in deep gashes that bled slowly, the Jungle Fighter cracking his neck and raising his bloodied fists with a snarl as he waited for the next opponent to be sent in after his half dead form...

[lunatrics]

⋆ ┊ . ℒ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ♡ 𝓐 𝓕𝓐𝓡 - 𝓞𝓕𝓕 𝓜𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓨◞ still accepting ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ prompt ​ ⤸ @chnqing

“Is it weird that I’ve never kissed a guy? ” ferdi @ byleth he's looking at hubert from across the dance and he's dead serious

That's no way to speak at your Professor. If uncertainty could be more prominent in her facial expression, perhaps it would be easier for Ferdinand to understand the disconnect she feels towards this conversation. She'd never kissed a guy either, so, she shakes her head. ❝ I don't think that's weird. ❞ Byleth responds, casual and as supportive as she strove to be. Still, when her eyes trail his fixation, even she has to do a double take. It's comical how she stares in silent shock. Well. She wasn't expecting that. Weren't they always fighting? Maybe they were finally getting along.

Not wanting to stay for too long, the atmosphere and overwhelming people who kept talking to her all at once ... she might need to get some fresh air. Hand casually flicks out as she speaks. ❝ Why don't you go ask Hubert to dance? ❞

[monstersflashlight]

Halloween special: Red riding hood finds her wolves

Werewolf x werewolf x chubby fem!reader || breeding, predator/prey, breeding, size kink, sharing is caring, mating, oversimulation, spit-roast, cum inflation

Your friend invited you to the party, so you decided it was her fault that you didn’t know what it was it all about. She didn’t say (or maybe you weren’t listening), so that you were chased down the woods was totally her fault and nothing to do with you… Right. That’s it.

When she mentioned a costume party you started to make arrangements in your head and thinking how slutty could you dress, how much you could show without being too in your face… Okay, maybe you didn’t care for that and you were only thinking what dress would make you look hotter. Not two seconds later you decided red riding hood would be your best choice, you had a red cape that you used for a similar costume a couple years back, and a tiny dress you bought on a sad day. Your fat tummy and thick thighs would look killer in that red short dress, and if every inch of that fabric molded to your chubby body, that was a plus.

The problem was you didn’t know the party was at the pack land and there would be wolves assisting. And you also didn’t know wolves were more dangerous than a bull when you moved red fabric in front of them. But it was your friend’s fault, remember? All on her…

When you arrived in your short dress and high boots all eyes were on you, you looked fire and you knew it, and you did nothing but to enjoy the attention and the stares everyone around you were sending your way, your body tingling with excitement as they devoured you with their eyes. You were high on dopamine and excitement as you walked to the bar and saw a couple of very hot dudes making out. You shivered, your thighs clenching as your thong got wet. What was about two dudes making out that made them so fucking hot? Maybe it wasn’t the dudes, though, because if you saw two girls that would have made you dripping wet, too. Maybe it was you and your attention whore pussy. Yeah, most likely.

As soon as you walked in, they stopped kissing, their noses twitching as they turned around and focused their eyes on you, a growl escaping their mouths as you giggled. One of them was tall and bear-like, his face rough and his hair dark, and the other one was the prettiest redhead you’ve ever seen. They both towered over you, and you felt almost tiny in comparison, even thought your frame was big enough not to be missed anywhere. They looked flushed, but you bet you were even more red than them. Their hair was messy, and just then you understood their costume: no costume at all. They were in their half shifted form as they looked at you intently.

You stepped into the kitchen to get yourself a glass, but you didn’t get enough time before one of them grunted: “mate”. And the other one turned to look at him and growled: “mine”.

You knew enough wolves in your life to know what that meant. It meant that either you ran or you’d be fucked in the middle of that kitchen and everyone who entered would be able to see you being fucked against any surface available. And even though that was a fun thought, and maybe made your pussy hot as fuck, you knew it wasn’t the best way to start a mating bond. And if you were to be claimed, you wanted them to chase you (the kinky side of you already screaming giddily).

So you did what you had to: you took off your shoes and bolted out the back door.

You heard the howls behind you before you heard footsteps following close behind. You knew they had all the chances to catch you, but you also knew they wanted to play with their prey before they enjoyed your body. You screamed joyfully as you ran ahead of them, their grunts and yelps making you giddy with excitement. Your pussy was completely soaked as you ran, and you bet they could smell it behind you if their howls were any indication. Your thighs were rubbing in the worst possible way, and you were sure you’d have the worst case of friction burn in the morning, but at that moment, with your heart beating fast and hard and your future mates following behind you, you couldn’t care less.

“Come on little bunny, are you going to keep running?” One of them screamed behind you, making you giggle as you pushed yourself further.

“I’m going to fuck you as a reward, little mate, your pussy is going to be destroyed!” The other one warned, as if it was some kind of threat.

You giggled and kept running until your lungs couldn’t hold the air anymore and your feet started to hurt from the dirt under them. And when a nasty root appeared out of nowhere and made you trip, a strong arm caught you by the middle, leaving you suspended in the air as you breathed hard and they chuckled.

“Caught you!” The bearded one exclaimed as he ripped your dress of your body in one fast movement, making you gasp as you were left wearing nothing but the tiny thong and your red cape. “What do we do with our little bunny?” He was massive next to you, holding you up with just one arm, his hand almost covered your whole side.

Your body was vibrating with energy, the starts of the mating urge making themselves known as they touched your body freely. There was a traveling hand touching your exposed ass, some other hand pinching your nipple and groping your big tummy. They were everywhere at once, and they were making the mating frenzy even worse.

They lowered you to the dirt and you didn’t care. You only cared about their bodies and the deep need inside of you. You stared at them as they took off their clothes over you, their bodies being exposed fast, not allowing you to process before they were falling to their knees next to your body.

“Dibs on her pussy!” The redhead called out, making the other grunt as you giggled

The beard one grunted and complained. “Fuck. That’s low, man.”

“I’ll suck your dick later,” he promised with a teasing tone, making you whine at the image.

You’d give part of your left kidney to be able to see them fuck. And then you realized: you would see them. You were their mate, you’d be able to see them fuck all the times you wanted. You groaned at the realization, and they looked at you questioning. You couldn’t process your fast thoughts fast enough to tell them what was in your mind, but they didn’t seem to care anymore when they started caressing and touching your body again.

The bearded one grabbed your hair and pulled so you were looking at his face. “Okay little bunny, we’re going to fuck you until you are cum-drunk and bred. And then we are going to take you to our house and do it all over again. And again… And again.” He was kneeling next to your head and when you noticed his dick your breath got caught in your throat. There was no way…

“I- I don’t know if that will…” You tried to explain, the words coming slower and harder. Your brain was taking too much energy concentrating on sending you wave after wave of lust as the mating frenzy began.

“It will, honey, you are made for us, remember? Our mate. Are you okay with that, do you want us little mate?” The redhead asked, making you moan under his body weight as he laid over your back, his huge dick nesting between your ass cheeks and rubbing in a way that made your brain short-circuit. “I think that’s a yes,” he said amused, his clawed fingers finding your center, already wet and needy. “She’s soaked, good goddess,” he groaned, his tone getting low and making you moan again, pushing your ass against the front of his pants again.

“Fuck me, please,” you begged. You didn’t even know how they were taking so long, humans felt the mating urge a lot less intense than wolves and you were already dying to be fucked.

“Okay, little bunny, we can claim you know,” the bearded one said as he grabbed your face and used his thumbs to collect the tears that escaped your eyes. “Open your pretty mouth to take me,” his voice was softer now, and you preened under his attention as he grabbed your hair and opened his pants.

His dick sprung free and hit your lower lip at the same time you felt the tip of the redhead’s dick against your aching core. And that’s all you felt with a clear head before your brain was took over completely by lust. They grunted in unison, one pushed in your mouth and the other in your pussy, your brain shut off and any thought not regarding dick escaped your mind.

They started a frantic pace, fucking your holes in tandem as they howled to the moon. You could only moan and groan, the combined sensation making you ascend into a roller-coaster of pleasure that left you breathless as you sucked around the dick in your mouth. He grunted over you and the redhead answered with another grunt, their combined sounds were making you go as feral as they were, their dicks hitting every part of your insides as you cried around the dick in your mouth when the redhead grabbed your hips and rutted against your G-spot.

You felt the build up of an orgasm as you felt the first shoot of cum hitting the back of your throat. He screamed your name as he pushed as far as he could go and you swallowed as fast as possible. It wasn’t fast enough. He pulled out and painted your face with the last spurs of his dick as you panted and fell into pleasure yourself, your pussy contracting around his shaft as he buried himself deep and screamed your name. You felt the telltale stretch of his knot as he locked himself in you. You cried out when a second orgasm rushed over you and he filled you over and over, so much of it you could feel your stomach distending under your body as the bearded one caressed and pinched your nipples, making you cry out and come again. You were so oversensitive every single touch felt like ecstasy.

When the knot deflated, they didn’t let you catch your breath, switching places and making you lick all your juices off the redhead dick as the bearded one fucked right into your well used hole, pushing all the cum trying to escape back inside. The sounds of it was like a filthy symphony that made your brain get mushy and desperate with each passing second. You needed his knot like you needed air.

The second round was as intense as the first, but your oversensitivity only added to the feel of the dick thrusting into you as you came and came and came… At some point your brain disconnected. And connected again when his knot expanded inside of you, filling you again with so much come you could feel it gushing out of you around his knot. It was filthy and dirty, it was lust and desire personified, it was like your whole body now became theirs, and theirs became yours… It was like nothing you could ever imagine and more.

You almost dozed off when the redhead pushed back and jerked his dick right in front of you, he came right over your face, making it even more messy as he groaned at the sight. You sighed, licking all you could as another orgasm rushed through your body.

By the time he was done and the beard one pulled out, you felt the river of come leaving your body and making a pool under your tired body. They laid next to your tired body, caressing your skin lightly until you stopped trembling in aftershocks, kissing your back and neck, your face and basically every part of you they could reach.

When you three were half recovered, they picked you up, your eyes almost falling shut. One of them carried you bridal style across the forest, your red dress forgotten someplace and your tiny cape covering nothing at all. But his body heat was enough to keep you warm in the freezing Halloween night.

“So… What’s your name?” You let out, and they both laughed.

Maybe not everything was your friend’s fault.

[bakudekublogblog]

i hear you and I agree with everything you’re saying and I also miss izuku’s thoughts about kacchan but also izuku also looks at kacchan like this

It's horrible to be utterly convinced that Katsuki is in love with Izuku without really being able to say definitively that Izuku is in love with Katsuki...aghh there's so much to say about certain hints and very overt things for Mr. "Kacchan Bakugou" but I feel like I haven't seen...or more accurately heard how Izuku feels. I know he loves him but Is he in love with him? Can I say that without thinking I could be wrong? No I don't think I can...but damnit! The parallels to other straight and gay couples in media is so interesting like the Berserk ref in cover 37...or the pretty constant references to taro cards...Izuku the devil in between togachako's lovers ((WHAT DOES THAT MEAN SERIOUSLY)), the three of swords in the blackwhip explosion...the "WAH--CCHAN!!" ref to a romance trope as well as to Blue Flag...the "share a crepe with" line also potentially Blue Flag..."TROY" and the battle being referenced OUT THE WAZOO with Achilles and Patroclus playing out almost exactly as the Illid described ((Literally THE most famous couple of gaybos in all historical literature--they are well known for being speculative lovers! It's mentioned in English classes when you read it))...Katsuki's parents...Katsuki's parents...the way other manga like "name I can't remember..." where they would reference MHA outright with the girl falling down and then refusing to take the male lead's hand to get up. It feels like so much but also nothing at all because all of it (( no matter how overt)) is STILL being read into from subtext. idk I think I just needed to vent.

[toxinsup]

@knifvd sent:

MAKE VIPER FEEL LOVED.

              this  is  gentle  sage  ,  so  quietly  approaching  the  other  from  behind  ,  hot  tea  in  mug  so  easily  NURSED  in  her  hands  ,  although  she's  never  to  have  tasted  it  herself  .  it's  reserved  for  CHEMIST  who  seems  so  AWFULLY  hard  at  work  .  "  sabine  ,  "  cool  tone  ,  but  not  crass  ,  as  if  afraid  to  break  the  thick  air  in  laboratory  .  "  you've  yet  to  eat  .  maybe  even  sleep  ,  "  she  muses  ,  before  placing  PORCELAIN  mug  next  to  viper  ,  chamomile  tag  from  tea  bag  ever  so  slightly  sticking  out  .  it's  not  a  command  ,  but  gentle  suggestion  as  it's  pushed  to  a  free  area   on  the  surface  ,  and  plated  sandwich  (  it's almost  childish  .  nutella  and  banana  on  toasted  bread  .  cut  into  diamonds  .  even  now  ,  traces  of  the  healer  linger  .  must've  made  it  herself  . )  set  next  to  it  .  leaves  ,  just  as  quietly  she  CAME  ;  her  voice  barely  above  a  whisper  ,  "  goodnight  ,  viper  .  "

*✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:  ───🧪        Mind  ponders  over  and  over  again  what  Reyna  has  requested.  Her  missions  increased  but  the  process  still  not  enough  to  aid  how  Sabine  wants.  On  top  of  this,  she  is  spending  hours  and  hours  learning  new  material  she  wishes  that  she  could  have  had  the  knowledge  for  before.  It's  consumed  her  in  the  same  way  her  rage,  her  quest  for  vengence  for  has.  In  a  way  she  has  even  looked  to  the  side  of  the  world  she  did  not  want  to,  Chamber.  It  was  a  pain  but  it  had  been  more  useful  than  she  had  thought,  he  did  have  connections  and  for  the  first  time  she  was  grateful  to  have  been  around  him.  

Time,  it  escaped  her  often.  Her  time  at  Kingdom  had  proved  that,  often  sought  after  hours  by  Brimstone  or  Sage  in  order  to  ensure  she  did  not  work  her  marrow  into  the  floor  and  become  nothingness.  But  this  was  different,  this  had  applications  past  Reyna's  sister,  it  could  help  Omen  and  any  like  him.  She  could  be  good.  It  was  a  fluke,  dream  but  the  only  good  piece  of  herself  she  had  left.

The  entrance  of  Sage  was  unexpected,  their  relationship  like  that  between  oil  and  water  now.  What  had  been  her  closest  friend  had  now  become  the  one  she  least  desired  to  spend  her  time  with.  Perhaps  time  would  heal  the  wound  but  she  did  not  believe  so,  for  Omen's  sake,  for  her  own  sake.  She  could  not  be  trusted,  she  had  failed  Sabine,  not  just  Viper  one  too  many  times.  At  the  drink,  the  childish  food  she  rolled  her  eyes,  but  a  small  tug  was  felt  inside.  

HUMANITY.

It  was  still  there.  It  still  lived  on  inside  of  her.  Somehow,  some  way.  They  may  not  be  friends  again,  Sabine  may  never  like  her  again  but,  she  could  be  helpful  and  one  thing  remained.  Sage  still  cared  for  her.  That  was  reassuring  maybe  not  the  best,  but  it  made  her  remember  who  she  was  before  and  that  could  be  all  it  took  to  turn  the  tides  on  this  project.

Perhaps,  maybe,  in  some  world  she  could  take  a  few  moments  of  her  time,  to  not  be  a  monster.

❝Hypothetically,  would  you  know  anything  about  life  energy?  Given  your  abilites.  I  have  been  pondering  and  in  a  loop  over  something  Chamber  presented  me  with  and  you  might  be  the  key.  ❞