#THE RAT TAIL I AM IN TEARS WHY

[benicioscenes]

BENICIO DEL TORO as MANNY RODRIGO FEARLESS 1993 | dir. Peter Weir

[str4ngergirlw0rld]

eddies never considered himself lucky, not with anything, not with girls not with guys not with his family not with anything.

not when his dad beat him and his mom to a pulp and walked out only to come back 2 years later with bloodshot eyes , red nostrils and a baby on his hip.

not when harley jones asked him on a date only to take his virginity in the back of his van and never talk to him again.

not when billy hargrove asked him to do his homework and he purposely wrote an essay on his behalf about how much he hated mrs. o’donell.

not when you showed up on his doorstep , asking him out on a date and he declined thinking he was some butt of a joke , making you walk home in the rain after walking an hour as a grand gesture for him in your cheer uniform carrying droopy flowers you had picked for him.

eddie wasn’t lucky not at all.

the clock on eddies side table reads 7:00 am in bright blaring numbers. eddies rubs his eyes to rid himself of sleepies and sits up , throwing on his favorite garfield boxers and an old ratted metallica shirt.

the knocking on his trailer grows rapid hence why hes up so early.

“i’m comin , i’m comin fuck hold on” he yells

throwing the door open eddies jaw drops , you’re the last person he expected at the door , if he knew it was you he would have made himself presentable.

you look so pretty , clad in your cheer uniform, rain droplets dripping off your eyelashes , knee high socks he can only assume are doing nothing to keep you warm. a pony tail holding your curled hair and flowers he can only assume you just picked from the side of the road , he can tell because he picks those for his mommas grave , purples amongst yellows amongst pinks and oranges, shining brightly in contrast to the gray sky.

“he-heyy what the fuck are you doing here?”

is the first thing that slips out of his mouth , your eyes blow wide.

“no no i didnt mean it like that i’m just shocked you’re here , did you walk here ? at 7 in the morning? in the rain?” he rambles “yeah i did , is that okay?” you ask , hesitance heavy in your voice “more than okay sweetheart, why are you here?” his voice filled with sweetness , making you hopeful of his answer to your question.

“i just wanted to know if you’d wanna go on a date with me , we can watch a movie , i know they’re showing some horror movies , i planned it out, i’ll pay for your ticket , i uh also thought we could get burgers and shakes at bennys , hes my uncle i’ll convince him to give the meal to us for free , he usually does he has a soft spot for me, i see you around alot , i think you’re handsome , i know my brother loves you and i know theres gotta be lots of reasons why” your head starts bopping , excitement laced in your voice. awaiting his answer.

eddies heart plummets to his feet , he wanted to believe this , to be hopeful that this wasn’t some cruel joke but he can’t not after holly. he cant help but roll his eyes.

you catch it , smile and arms dropping , your nails pressing into your hand where you’re holding the flowers you picked for him.

“why the fuck are you here y/n ?” the sweetness from his voice long gone , replaced with bitterness and venom “i-i just told you why eddie what do you mean” your voice trembles “no the real fucking reason , i don’t want you to stand there and lie to me what the fuck y/n i thought you were different but you’re just like them , you will not make a joke out of me , thats a dick move, go home. my answer is no , tell your friends that this didn’t work and maybe go prank someone else” he slams the door shut , palms opening and closing , sweating, he wants to look out, see the angry look on your face when you realize your plan didn’t work, instead hes faced with something much worse.

the flowers that once stood high we’re drooping in your hand , your back shaking hard with despair and a distraught look on your face as rock your head in a back and forth no motion tears dripping down your face , one hand pressed to your chest he can assume for comfort and the other holding waynes wrist where hes cupping your face lightly, cooing at you as you recount what just aspired to him, his heart burns with pain when he sees waynes eyes tearing up aswell. both of you soaked with rainwater.

he watches as you calm down , watches as wayne grabs a jacket from his car and covers your shaking frame with it , watches as wayne drops a kiss on your forehead and lets you walk away. watches as you walk further down the road disappearing from his sight. watches as wayne stomps to the door. but hes too afraid to go out and speak to you , too afraid to apologize because he already fucked up.

“what is wrong with you boy? i know i raised you , why you actin like ya father ? making a girl cry and having her walk home in the rain, you find out a way to apologize, i don’t care that ya think she pranked ya , she and her brother been coming here every morning asking for you , she built up the courage to ask you out and you turn her down so easily, fix this, don’t make me tell you again.” wayne tells eddie , wiping the tears on his face “fix this”

eddie doesn’t waste a second throwing his shoes on and grabbing two jackets. he’ll do whatever it takes.

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Can I request Nubbins x fem reader? She has friends who don't want Nubbins near her because they don't like the way he is. But when Nubbins is with the reader it is pleasant because she does not judge him or treat him badly. How would he manage to have her all to himself and not let anyone ruin it?

I don't know if Nubbins would be possessive and rude like Johnny or if he is more passive...

Nubbins x Reader

The Only One that Counts

Contains; fluff, derogatory names

"Guys, cut it out," you say, shooting a glare at your two best friends.

"Seriously though, what do you see in him? Everything about him is weird, even his name. Who names their kid Nubbins?" Emily says, snickering.

"Maybe I like weird," you interject.

"For your birthday, he got you a dead possum with a lightbulb in its mouth. He's twisted," Joey adds, looking more concerned than anything.

You cross your arms. "That was cute! Pulling the tail turned it on. I named him Henry."

"You have a dead giant trash rat named Henry by your bed," Joey says flatly. "See why we're concerned?"

You shrug. "Not every girl wants chocolate and makeup. I like his little crafts. He's really creative."

"He's gonna turn you into a lamp next if you're not careful," Emily says. "I heard he cuts himself for fun."

"Guys, just stop. I'm happy with him, okay? Isn't that enough?"

Both Emily and Joey look incredulous, shaking their heads.

"Don't you see we're trying to protect you? That guy's whole family is messed up. Have you seen his giant brother? What if being a giant retarded freak runs in the family? Do you want giant retard freak kids running around the house?" Joey says, as if he could think of nothing worse.

"I'm tired of listening to this," you say, fuming. You stand up from the bench and glare at your friends before turning your back, a tear streaking down your cheek.

–

"Y-your friends want you to leave me?" Nubbins asks, cocking his head. The two of you are sitting in the sunflower fields as the sun rises, painting the sky pink. He doesn't seem upset, just curious.

"They think you're dangerous," you say, looking down at your joined hands and running your thumb over his. You can't bring yourself to tell him what they've said about his brother.

"W-well," Nubbins laughs, smiling. "I mean, I am. Grandpa wouldn't think I'm the best if I w-wasn't!" He pauses, then squeezes your hand. "But, 'course I'd never hurt you!"

"I know, Nubs, I'm just sad my friends are so judgmental," you say, sighing and leaning against his shoulder.

He uses his pocket knife to etch into the dirt between his feet, drawing your initials beside his. "Why does it matter w-what they think?" He pauses, looking up at you worriedly. "Y-you aren't gonna listen to them, are ya?" He asks, as if the notion hadn't occurred to him.

"No, of course not!" you soothe, instantly erasing the worried expression off his face. "I just don't like hearing them talk bad about you and your family."

"I could cut out their tongues!" he offers cheerily. "You ever had tongue pudding? It's real good!"

"No no, please don't," you giggle, and he laughs wildly, his whole body shaking beside yours.

Nubbins, still in a giggle fit, nuzzles at your ear before nipping it, making you laugh and shove him away. He lunges after you, tackling you to the dirt and touching your nose to his with a loud "boop!" A wild grin lights up his face, and you pull him down for a kiss, surprising the man into a fleeting moment of stillness.

When you break the kiss, he stares at you in a stupor before sense returns to his brain, and he blinks rapidly, his earlier grin returning. "Wow… sometimes I forget we can do that. Talk about crazy; your friends musta never had a kiss like that. Well, probably 'cause they never kissed you," he peters off, pure adoration in his eyes as he holds himself over you.

"You're so sweet, Nubbins," you say, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you."

His face flushes pink, and he traces your lip with his thumb, cradling your face in his hand. "I l-love you too."

Nubbins doesn't care what anyone thinks but you. As long as he knows you love him, he will never get jealous.

[ninnosaurus]

Just something small 100% inspired by @redsrooftopprincess portable kinetic heaters hc <3

Warnings for: near death experience, talk about needles. I think that's it? If not, let me know. Written on my phone lmao. No beta, I like living on the edge.

Raphael is scared of needles.

Horribly, extremely scared of needles. Has been for as long as he can remember. Which is hilarious when you think about it. Big bad Raph who has a big bad tattoo on his bicep. Big bad Raph who could probably flip a car if he really put his mind to it.

Big bad Raph who jumped out a plane, and who fought an alien on a ever building weapon of destruction. Is scared. Of needles.

Mikey likes to tease him for it, only for Raphael to get back at him by dropping a fake spider down his shell. Knowing the runt of the four never liked spiders, even less having them on him.

Truth be told, it never was the needle itself he was scared of. It's what happened when he had to get up close and personal with one. A memory he often think of when he fiddles with the handheld device that's connected to the implant under his shell.

"Dad! Daaaaad, daad please help!"

Splinter rushed towards the small voice calling him. His boys were all independent, strong already. But when they called for him like that, it was bad.

"What's going on, my son?"

The rat sat down next to the pile of turtles. The youngest had apparently woken up from their nap for some reason.

"Raph isn't waking up, dad... And he's really, really cold." Mikey shoved his brother again only for him to roll over and flop onto Donnie instead.

Their dad took the small hand of Raphael in his. Inside, he was in a panic. What was going on? Is he just deeply asleep? Is he sick? Did he di- no, he can't think like that. He had to keep calm and to not freak his sons out.

"Raphael, Raphael, my boy, it's time to wake up."

He gingerly lifted the child up and put him on his lap. He was cold. Floppy. But he was breathing, just extremely weakly. He had a pulse, yes. But that too was hard to find, and barely there.

Leonardo came to stand next to him.

"He said- he said that he should sleep on the top because- because he's the strongest. So if anything happened he could protect us." He was fighting so hard to be strong, to not show he was close to tears, thinking his brother had died in his sleep.

Splinter hummed in reply.

"Come, boys. We'll get him to the wash room."

"Why?" Mikey asked as he took hold of Splinter's tail as they walked.

"I am going to splash some water on him. To try and wake him up."

Hours passed. Raphael still not waking up. Splinter didn't know what to do. Where could he take the child? Nowhere. His other three sons stayed close to the sleeping child.

The rat was deep in meditation when a small hand tapped his own. Cracking an eye open he was face to face with the big eyes of Donatello, who when he saw his dad had seen him, decided to plop his body in his father's lap.

"Yes, Donatello?"

"I think we need to warm him up."

"How come?"

"Well, me, Leo and Mikey are awake... And I think it's because we shared more body heat." His hands started moving as he spoke. "Raph just had our shells to lay on, and that got him too cold because our shells aren't that warm but our skin is because there's more blood flow there compared to our shells-"

Splinter huffed a laugh as he listened to his son prattle on without taking a break to breathe.

"What do you think, dad?"

The turtle in his lap looked up at him.

"I think it sounds like an excellent idea."

Leonardo and Mikey were both in the middle of running around in the wash room, filling cups with water to throw at each other. One of them laughing as the other slipped on a puddle.

Donnie, however, was in full focus mode. Closely watching Raphael who was currently resting on their father's chest in the tub. Splinter had to admit that he did notice the color slowly returning to the child. He discreetly checked the pulse and yes, even that was starting to return to a stronger flow.

"Is it working, dad?"

He didnt miss the worry in Donnie's voice. How it wavered. Like he would start crying at any moment if Raphael didn't start moving soon. He reached out a hand to cup his sons face.

"He is going to be fine."

It was late when he finally woke up. Groggy, out of it, confused. Shaking like a leaf. But finding himself cuddled into something soft. He rubbed his eyes and looked up, relieved to see he was hugged close to his dad.

Leo stirred next to him, seemingly annoyed at getting bumped by something.

"Stop movin'..."

"Sorry..."

His brother instantly sat up. "Raph?! You're awake?"

Confusion clear on his face, Raph just looked at Leo.

"Uh... Yeah?"

"What's with all the noi- Raphie!"

Mikey flung himself at his brother, prompting an "oof" out of their dad.

Years had passed since then. Splinter had told him he'd been sleeping for about three days before he fully woke up.

Raphael idly scratch the place where Donatello had made a small cut after - trying his best - to numb the area. With. That. Fuckin'. Needle. Now, it barely showed a scar. How he had managed to build something like that at such an age, no one actually knew.

After nearly dying during a nap that winter many years ago, Donnie had made it his mission to learn about their biology. Quickly realizing they were extremely sensitive to cold. Research that led to him trying to figure out how to combat it. Something that resulted in portable heaters.

Only problem was: They had to be under their skin.

Raphael wasn't scared of needles before nearly dying. Found them kind of cool and had to be scolded by his dad many, many times because he tried picking the ones he found up. But something in him happened after that. Maybe it was that the numbing didn't work for him, and that Donnie had to cut into the sensitive area connecting his shell to his skin?

He's not sure. All he does know is that he's thankful his brother did it. And that he can't stand needles.

Man, he really hates needles.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

99. The Founding of Midnight Movies

So Logico has a canon voice now -

Um

Um

UM

Moving on

This episode features younger Chairman Chalk and President Amaranth, two of my favorite underrated babus - and uhh Amaranth is VERY small in this flashback wow

Midnight I, meanwhile, is still made out of black smoke like the rest of his family, but resembles a giant crow.

Kind of like this (idk I'm too tired to draw)

With the last episode about 3/4 written, I'm almost done...

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

IRRATINO: LOGICO! I have a crazy idea. LOGICO: You just- ughh, what is it?? IRRATINO: Follow my steps, and we’ll be able to see into the past. LOGICO: The fuck??? IRRATINO: Do you trust me?

The panic in the air is real, and this question hurts Logico for some reason. But he takes his hand, and they touch their heads together. 

IRRATINO: I can see it now.

A grainy, sepia-toned flashback fills their minds.

IRRATINO: It started when the studio was founded. 

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A massive bird-like silhouette tears across the sky.

MIDNIGHT I.

He lands next to his son. The current president is much younger, of course, but looks exactly the same, still featureless as ever. A human body lays on the ground, with a teenage Chalk shuddering nearby.

CHALK: He’s-he’s-he’s-he’s-he owned the l-l-land, there-there was no s-someone must have tried to take it!

And a tiny figure stumbles over as well - just a child Amaranth.

AMARANTH: Salutations à tous!!! CHALK: [scream] WRONG SIDE, YOU ARE ON THE WRONG SIDE! MIDNIGHT II: Shut up, albatross. We need to worry about the dead guy.

He kicks the little rat away, who still seems very pleased. 

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LOGICO: Why are those two there? IRRATINO: There was a war going on at the time. Chalk was on duty to report civilian deaths, and it seems that Amaranth wandered in from the opposing side by mistake.  LOGICO: It HAS to have been one of the Midnights. IRRATINO: Wait. Let’s not be too sure. ---------------

MIDNIGHT I: Fuck that man. He didn’t deserve to live here. CHALK: M-M-Mr. Midnight how-how could you say such a thing?? That was- that was a human being who-who was-

Midnight places his wings on Chalk’s neck before quickly letting go. The young llama hyperventilates.

MIDNIGHT I: Step aside.

Chalk leaves, frantically scratching at red, featherless patches on his neck. Midnight I looks at the body and stamps one foot on it.

MIDNIGHT I: Who did this. MIDNIGHT II: Father, You know it was not Me.  MIDNIGHT I: Oh, do I. MIDNIGHT II: It was the scout, He set Us up. CHALK: W-With every ounce of respect, I would have NO motivation to kill a civilian! MIDNIGHT II: Tell that to the prison guards, puss.  MIDNIGHT I: Stop fighting or bad things will happen. 

Midnight’s talons dig into the body and he glares at the subordinates. In the present, Logico shudders. This man does not look like the usual suspects. He looks deranged.

MIDNIGHT I: Inspect the child.

II goes to grab the tiny Frenchman, who is flopping around a nearby office, giggling.

AMARANTH: J'adore cet endroit, je veux rester ici pour toujours!!

The figure picks up the rat by the tail and shows him aggressively to his father.

AMARANTH: Bounjour :3 MIDNIGHT I: …He couldn’t have even done this. He’s too stupid.

He throws the child away, who is caught by Chalk. He stares at his son, the scout, and the child, shaking.

MIDNIGHT I: You’re all too stupid… MIDNIGHT II: You believe I am innocent? CHALK: Then, then if we know then we’ll have to, we’ll have to look-  MIDNIGHT II: He’s lying. HE’S LYING!

II throttles the llama, and Amaranth screams for help. Chalk struggles to throw the Midnight off him.

CHALK: MY WAR HAS NOTHING TO DO, WITH THE DEATH OF THIS MAN! MIDNIGHT I: Shut up. EVERY ONE OF YOU SHUT UP!!!  ---------------

LOGICO: It was him… IRRATINO: Logico, look closer. --------------

The body, and the culprit, are right in front of the Ancient Ruins. Midnight I begins to charge up energy. Chalk clutches Amaranth and runs. Midnight grabs his son.

MIDNIGHT I: If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you.

The bird begins digging below the ruins, revealing an oil deposit. 

MIDNIGHT I: This is where we will build. And everywhere they stand. -----------

A third voice enters the present.

OBSIDIAN: I found them, and I figured out their plan. And they promised to ruin my life if I exposed them… but I called their bluff. I took the fall, busted out, and then laid low until I could find the evidence I needed. This place is that evidence. IRRATINO: How did you figure it out? OBSIDIAN: The ruins explain themselves in plain sight.

‘I RULE ANON’.

‘LUNAR ONE I’.

‘AUREOLINN’.

‘AN OIL RUNE’.

OBSIDIAN: Come on - the premiere starts soon.

Irratino jumps up with determination. 

IRRATINO: Logico! Come on!

But Logico is staring at the ceiling, extremely distracted. They’ve found the answer behind everything - what could he possibly be focusing on??

Inside Logico’s head, he still sees Midnight I, tearing away the ground, seemingly taking lightning from the sky and using it to charge his own body. The horrible man opens his single eye suddenly.

It looks exactly like Logico’s.

Irratino, unaware of what he’s seeing, has to pull him out of the room and rush to the theater, where they can save the world, once and for all?

The end!

wow

well... wish me luck ;w; <3 (please)

the end is near.

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[amateur-creep]

Y'all want some poetry about being chronically ill? COURSE YOU DO!

My squeaks of discomfort go unheard by the scientists

My tail lashes side to side as i feel the pinch of the needle enter my body

I squeak and squirm helplessly

They just hold me in the palm of their hand

I'm just an experiment

I’m not meant to complain

They’re only trying to help.

But my worm like tail gives away my fear

My tiny hands grasp and scratch at their skin

Crimson tipping my claws.

I’m scared, but I don't have any right to complain.

I’m just a lab rat

Lab coats and loud noises surround my tiny cage

I scurry to the corner as soon as i’m released from the harsh grip of the scientist

They say it’ll help humans

I don't believe them

They just want to hurt me

Or have I made that up in my head?

My round ears twitch as i watch them rush around the room

Tears fall to the floor of my cage

Why can't I be like other rats?

Why can't I be free to scurry around without worry?

Why can't I live instead of just surviving?

Why can't I just exist?

When do I get my peace?

The questions flood my tiny brain as I cry, letting small squeaks exit my mouth.

My tiny heart pounds with anxiety and despair

This isn’t fair!

This was never fair.

But a lab rat’s life rarely is

Don't I deserve more?

But i can't help but find peace in being helpless

Small

Weak

I curl up in my cage

The small moment of peace providing little comfort

Because I just know that tomorrow will be the same.

Tests.

Pills.

Research

Rinse and repeat for my whole life

I owe it all to them.

But at the same time i can't help but resent them for all the pain

The isolation

The hurt

Why did it have to be me?

What did I do wrong?

I don't think i did anything wrong

But it's clear my life had other thoughts

That i’d not be someone worthy of respect

That i’d just be a science experiment

That i’d just be research

All because i was born in the wrong place

With the wrong body

With the wrong mind

So i just imagine that i’m a pet

Someone treated sweetly

The sickly sweet love of a child

The gentle touch of someone alone

I’m their only friend

But i know it’ll never be me

They just want to help right?

So why did it feel so scary

So painful

So isolating

I was doomed to be a research project from birth

I’ve made my peace with never being able to live. All I can do is survive.

Even if the vision of freedom is right there

That's all it is

A vision.

An unattainable dream

One I grasp desperately.

But i am once again reminded that lab rats don't get such privilege

And so i continue my existence

My life of tests and pills.

[chaotictiamat]

CHOSEN

Summary: A quick tale on how Astarion found his fluffy companion.

A/N: This is just a fluff piece really. In my latest playthrough I made Astarion a Ranger/Rogue and he gets to summon a companion. I always pick the cat because he loves cats so much and I just could imagine this playing out. No idea what he would actually name it though! Thoughts?

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The boar’s blood did little to curb his need. It was infinitely better than the rats he had been forced to live off of but that hunger still gnawed at his belly. It was an always present reminder of just what he was…vampire. He sighed as he straightened out his clothes, doing a quick inspection to make sure nothing was amiss when he returned to camp. His traveling companions blissfully sleeping unawares and that is exactly how he needed them to be for the moment. He had a plan forming in his mind on how to ensure his continued safety and freedom, his thoughts briefly resting on the de facto leader of their merry little band. It shouldn’t be hard at all to seduce them. He recalled the way Tav’s eyes seemed to linger on him and the way they flushed at his more risque overtures. Yes, it should be rather simple indeed.

There was a rustle of leaves behind him and he turned sharply. Focused. Intent. Years of survival instincts rushing forward. His eyes scanned the surrounding area sharpening on movement in the underbrush. Muscles tensed, ready to pounce, and end any threat when the cat emerged from the foliage. The animals blue eyes seemed to glow brighter in the dark just like his own. The cat was carrying its own meal in its jaws, a small bird whose feathers were smeared in blood. It tilted its head at him, almost questioning. Astarion chuckled to himself, the tension flowing out of his body. “Apologies for disturbing your meal.” He did a mock little bow which only seemed to intrigue the creature who moved further into the glade.

He had always been more of a cat person than a dog. There was just something more noble about a cat than a mangy mutt. This cat seemed to preen at him under his scrutiny, giving its long tail an extra swish. “I hate to eat and run, but places to be. Do enjoy.” He turned then making his way back to the camp and his thoughts turning back to the seduction of Tav.

.

“Astarion?”

He pulled himself out of his trance when he heard Tav’s questioning voice, slowly emerging from his tent. There was Tav, bent over some cushions and pillows he had collected, a small smile on their face. And while he would have loved to have been the one to place that smile on their lips, it was not because of him. Oh no, they were smiling and running their fingers through the brown fur of a cat. A cat with blue eyes resting on his pillows outside his tent without a care in the world. The sound of purring reached his ears as the cat turned its pleased look to him. “Where did you find this lovely?”

Astarion blinked. Tav smiled. The cat continued to purr with an air of absolute smugness about it.

He quickly pulled himself together, barely a pause between Tav’s question and his response. “I was patrolling last night just making sure everything was alright. The only thing I came across was this little one. Though, I am not sure why it is here?” He nodded his head to the cat who at that moment decided to get up from his cushions. It stretched, little claws digging into the fabric of the pillows. “Don’t you tear up those pillows! They were hard enough to find in good condition as it was.” The cat paused, head tilted his way, and flexed his claws again giving the cushion he was on an extra dig. “No, no, no!” He tutted at the cat, reaching down to scoop it up. For being a random cat in the woods, the creature had soft fur that was surprisingly free of bramble and knots. It gave him an indignant meow, before seeming to settle in his arms, and Astarion suddenly found himself with a content purring cat that he was absently stroking his fingers through its fur.

Tav’s laughter mixed with the cat’s purring. “Well, it seems you’ve been chosen.” The laughter was infectious and he chuckled watching Tav walk away. Brown fur was mingling with his clothes and he would have to do something about that in the foreseeable future. “You are going to need a name.” The cat peered at him with a look that clearly indicated he could care less and to keep petting him. A smile tugged at Astarion’s lips as a small warmth grew inside him pushing the ever present hunger he felt away briefly. His mind thinking of various potential names for his new found companion.

Everyone always talked about the Chosen of gods, but he found he much rather preferred being chosen by a cat.

[therxtking]

Seeing the Rat King beg like this, seeing his genuine pain and discomfort of being something he felt was not right for him... on some level, it hurt Qhi. He would just sigh, as he kneels down and reaches a taloned hand down towards Gordon, giving him gentle pats and rubs along his head, talons gently scritching down his back.

"You truly are a wondrous little creature, Gordon. Someone who'd so eager throw themselves at daemonic mutation like this... I feel this is an issue that needs further looking into. Tell me, Gordon... why? Why do you wish me to change your body? I genuinely want to know."

This is why he didn't talk to anyone about this. It made him look crazy. "I... I'm not a rat." He took a deep breath to steel himself. "I'm not a retchen. I'm Wrath's son, I'm a caniquus. I just... I'm just in the wrong body, I don't know if that makes sense- I just- I feel it, I don't belong here. I'm not one of them... My bones feel wrong, I can feel my missing wings, my tail's too long, I'm stuck, I'm trapped, and I'm living a fucking nightmare- my own kind tried to EAT me Qhi'zhek!.." He brought his voice back down from a shout, breathing more, but shakily.

"No one looks at me like one of them... They see a mortal rat. Prey, scum, a plaything... I am too small, and ugly, and disgusting for anyone I want to love, I'm weak, I'm grounded, I've no horns, a plain coat, no feathers- the list goes on!" And there's tears now. He blinks back the blur and looks down. "I just want to be my mothers son- I want to be where I belong and I want to be treated like I fucking belong there..."

It was the condensed version, but it was honest... Every moment was Hell. Every time he started getting used to it, something would happen and harshly remind him...

[a-hundred-rats]

Crazy?

No, no no no nonono not anymore.

I once was, yes.

I hissed and spat. I screamed and guffawed. The townsfolk called me insane, dangerous, violent, yet I was more whole and free than each and every one of them. I twirled and danced through the streets, shouting my soul to passersby who did not want to listen. I feasted on movement. I drank in my own thoughts, reveled in them, only to vomit them out and then drink them in again. I waltzed with my brain to the tune of my blood pumping through my veins. Nobody liked me, but I loved everything.

They locked me up. Their intent being not to mellow me but to gut me like a fish, press me into the mental mold that they considered „healthy“. They wanted to tear me away from my thoughts and halt the music that they said only I could hear. They threw me into a padded room, claimed I was a threat to myself. They did not feed me, or bring me water. I had no sunlight with which to photosynthesize. I wilted, became frail. My ponderings were not substantial enough to save me from dehydration, my movements not enough to stave off hunger.I was weak. Not only of mind, but of body.

I was broken.

My thoughts, for once, were silent. I was silent, so I could hear. The room was not silent, it merely lacked speech, for the one noise that I could make out with my newfound ears was a horrible squealing. It came from the walls. Squeaking and skittering. Soon, scraggly grey animals with knife-sharp teeth, matted fur, and worm-tails began to emerge from the cracks in the corners.

I knew what they were. The answer came to me like a snap of a twig in a silent forest.

The rats.

I could see the hunger in their eyes as they peered at me, noting my lack of movement. I knew that they, like me, needed to feed. I despised them for it, the way a chicken despises a farmer when it sees the axe, but with a grim acceptance. That is why I did not move as those foul rodents skittered towards me, gnashing their teeth, eyeing me with malice. Why I did not move as they tore into my flesh, their teeth minuscule but sharp. Why I did not move as they dug their claws into my skin, drawing blood. The pain filled me again, filled my mind with thoughts. It made me want to hiss and spit and dance and yell, but it was temporary. My mind was less full than before. „Healed“, in a sense, like a cracked wine glass.

I promised the townspeople that I was cured. They ran tests to confirm it. I passed with muted tones, the way they preferred it. They hated my flying colors of before. In their minds, I was finally normal. I was not crazy.

I am not crazy.

But sometimes, I see rats on the street. They remind me of the pain, but memory is long, almost permanent. When I see them, it’s as if my brain overflows with thoughts again , so many that I can finally drink them. I am no longer cotton-mouthed and dizzy. I cartwheel and twirl and scream and bite, and again they say that I‘m crazy. They put me back in the rat room. The room breaks me. The rats remind me. They trim down my thoughts so that they no longer strain at the confines of my skull. Then I am let go.

Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

I have not seen any rats today. I am not crazy.

Crazy?

[kittysaunders]

Here’s a short story I’ve been working on. Dr.Venture, the boys, Brock and Kitty have all been trapped by a villain who calls himself the Man in the Mirror.

“You’ve fallen right into my trap.” A whispy voice spoke through the reflective walls. The room they were trapped in looked like a mirror room you’d see in a funhouse or even one of those dance studios with walls made of mirrors. Dean stared at his reflection and seeing it move in a way that he hadn’t, walked forward slightly to get a closer work when suddenly, a reflective hand stretched through the mirror and grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him forward. Dean screamed with terror when he saw this and quickly, Brock yanked him away to safety. The hand retracted back into the wall and now each deflection stared back almost sinisterly at their doppelgängers. Kitty saw how creepy hers look and glancing at the boys, and Dr.Venture she said worriedly, “Stay away from the walls!”

“You just had to chase the shiny bug, didn’t you Hank?” Dr.Venture looked over at his son annoyedly and Hank now looked embarrassed, shrugging his shoulders,

“I couldn’t help it! I’ve never seen a metallic butterfly before…”

“Alright everyone, just stay close.” Brock told everyone and together, they had all backed up, so their backs were pressed up against each other.

“Aren’t you going to try and leave?” The ghostly sounding voice asked and flashing a glare in the direction he heard it coming from, Dr.Venture remarked,

“Oh, I’m sure you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Kitty’s reflection beckoned her finger in her direction, causing her to shiver,

“God, they’re giving me the geebies! It’s super uncanny!”

“Well, it’s either escape or… reveal your deepest darkest secrets to each other.” The disembodied voice told them and raising an eyebrow, Dr.Venture asked,

“What?”

Before suddenly, the five were doused in some sort of pink shiny liquid. Everyone groaned with disappointment when this happened and swinging her arms to fling some to the floor, Kitty scrunched up her nose,

“You ruined my hair, you dick!”

“Hey Pop?” Hank asked and looking at his son, clearly irritated by having a mystery liquid poured on him he said,

“What is it, Hank?”

“Remember when you thought I brought a squirrel into my room, and I told you I didn’t, and then our room smelled really bad for a few weeks and we couldn’t find out what it was?” Hank seemed out of breath by the time he was done talking and Dr.Venture pinched his nose under his glasses,

“Hank, Brock and I already know you hid the squirrel in your room. It got into the walls and we had to pay someone to come remove it after it got stuck and starved to death.”

“Hank! You told me Mr.Chitter ran away!” Dean started to look sad and even tear up now after hearing the news and Hank looked like he felt sorry for his brother now,

“Oh Dean-o… I didn’t have the heart to tell you what really happened. You loved him so much…”

Hank and Dean now started to quietly cry after confronting each other about the issue and Kitty shook her head,

“I was the first to know. I saw his tail sticking out from under your shirt when you brought him in. I was the one who told you father about it.”

Kitty’s eyes now widened with shock when she said this and covered her mouth with her hand,

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that.”

“How could you?!” Dean asked with a sob and Hank hugged his brother empathically, looking over at Kitty with squinted eyes,

“I never would’ve taken you for a tattle tail.”

Kitty rolled her eyes now and looked unsympathetic towards the situation, “Oh please, you brought a rat into the house and let it die in the walls.”

Kitty’s eyes widened once again and looking down at the floor as if she were disappointed in herself said, “Fuck, what is wrong with me? Why am I saying all this?”

Brock shook his head after hearing this and gritted his teeth as if he were fighting the urge to say something embarrassing, “It’s the liquid. It has to be some sort of truth serum. Clear your minds!”

The five of them looked strained now, clenching their teeth and resisting the urge to say things they obviously didn’t want anyone else to know. Finally, Dr.Venture gasped and told the group,

“Boys and Kitty! Plug your ears and start humming!”

“That’s stupid! But I’m gonna do it anyways!” Hank stated bitterly and then he and Dean both stuck their fingers in their ears. Kitty looked over at Dr.Venture, almost upset she was included and then did so reluctantly. Hank started to hum to the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic, Dean started to hum Yankee Doodle, and Kitty started to hum Dancing Queen by ABBA.

“Boys, you’re both clones I made in my laboratory, you’ve died numerous times. I would’ve told you by now but I simply don’t care enough to explain it to you both and frankly I’m scared of your reactions.”

Brock put his hands up to the boys ears and pulled their hands down calmly and when Kitty saw this, she unplugged her own ears as well. Kitty looked a little worried as she stared down at the floor. So far, all she had to do was not think about any important secrets because whatever she would think about, she would word vomit out like the serum was bad shellfish.

“Wait…” Dean looked a little serious and felt himself smile at a sudden realization,

“Dad… what are you getting me for my birthday?”

Dr.Venture opened his mouth and a noise came out before he clamped his mouth shut, crossing his arms over his chest. Against his own will, he finally said,

“I… I…I haven’t gotten a gift yet.”

Now he looked angry that he had revealed this and Dean looked sad after he heard this,

“My birthday is next week!”

“You’re hard to shop for!” Dr.Venture said unhappily and then sighed impatiently, “Everyone is hard to shop for. How am I supposed to know what anyone wants or likes?”

“What are you saying?” Kitty turned to look at Dr.Venture now with accusatory eyes, “You don’t know my likes or dislikes?”

“Sure I do!” Dr.Venture’s voice was shaky and trying to make himself smile, he instead looked constipated as he tried to lie through the truth serum.

“Oh really? What’s my favorite color?”

Dr.Venture now started to sweat as he tried to keep his composure and eyes widening with anger she asked,

“What’s my favorite food? What’s my favorite movie?”

“Hey, I got a question!” Brock looked down at Kitty now with curiosity, “Where do you get those cuts and bruises from?”

Kitty’s face now started to twitch and voice shaky as she lied through the serum she replied,

“I told you… I fell down the stairs and hit my face. That’s why I had a black eye.”

“I don’t think that’s true!” Dr.Venture huffed and shooting him a warning glare, Kitty replied,

“You still haven’t told me what my favorite color is.”

“I pee in the shower, even though I’m not supposed to.” Dean blurted and then his hands shot to his mouth out of embarrassment. “I wanna tell everyone that’s a lie but it’s not!”

“I think Kitty is hot!” Hank blurted and he covered his mouth now too, eyes wide as he stared at his father. Dr.Venture then looked down at his son with surprise,

“Kitty is a model. If you didn’t think she was, I’d assume you were gay.”

After hearing Hank say that, Brock seemed to be struggling especially now, pounding his fist on the floor a few times with an angry yell.

“We gotta get out of here!”

*****

I’ve only written this far. This is the newest episode I’ve started to write for fun! Tell me what you think!

[sakurachan7734]

Nothing but a lab rat

Chapter 3: lizard blood

James: so we are going to inject subject 682 with lizard blood?

Kate: yes I have a vile of lizard blood right here and tomorrow we are going to give her it

James: alright

Meanwhile kim is drawing in her cell

Haddie: what are you drawing?

Kim: me my mommy and daddy

Haddie: that’s nice

Kim: will my daddy ever be back for me?

Haddie: no

Kim: why?

Haddie: you live here now

Kim: * mind* weird

A few hours later

James: come with me 682

Kim: why?

James: just come with me

Kim follows Dr James into a room with a chair with straps

James: sit in that chair please

Kim:* sits in the chair* ok why?

James:* straps kim to the chair and takes out a large syringe with lizard blood* you need some medicine 

Kim:* trying to get out the chair* that doesn’t look like medicine

James: just relax * stabs Kim In the arm with the syringe*

Kim: ow!

James: just clam down you little brat

Kim: no!!

James: there it’s done!

Kim gets out of the chair and runs back into her cell

John pov

I drove to the site of the lab I am rescuing my daughter no matter what I don’t care if it kills me I just want my daughter to be safe I pull up on the side of the road and ran into a ditch where the door to the lab was I ran in and kick some guards a$$ and stole his gun I knew that getting her out of here would not be easy

John ran and ran until he found Kim’s cell scans a card he stole off of the guard

John: Kim!

Kim: daddy! What are you doing here?

John:* picks up kim* I am here to get you out

Kim: ok why do you have a gun?

John: it’s not going to be easy getting you out hold onto me

John stats running trying to find a way out but a bunch of guards and John starts shooting as much guards as possible

Kim: ow that hurting my ears!

John: I’m sorry baby It will be all over soon

Kim: ok daddy

All of a sudden a scientist rips Kim out of John’s arms and two guards knock John down and point their guns at him but in the process, Kim got shot in the right arm

John: GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DAUGHTER!!!

James: you have too choices you can say goodbye to your daughter or you could say good night to her 

John:* tearing up* good bye Kim remember that your daddy loves you very much

The guards drag John out and Kim gets thrown back to her cell

Kim:* trying to take the bullet out of her arm* can I have some tweezers? 

Kate: why?

Kim: I have something stuck in my arm

Kate: alright send subject 682 a pair of metal tweezers

Kim gets tweezers and puts the bullet out her arm and wrap the spare sock around the wound and threw the bullet away

A couple weeks later

Kim pov

Well I somehow grew a tail and my skin is turning gray and my wound hasn’t gotten better one of the doctors said that my arm may be infected and we have to cut it off I keep telling them that my arm is fine but They don’t listen and my dad has tried to get me out several times but eventually he gave up he sent me a few letters

David: how is your arm?

Kim: it’s not doing any better

David: yeah your arm is infected It needs to be removed. 

Kim: how?

David: well, you did get shot on the arm a couple weeks ago and you took it out yourself you didn’t disinfect it 

Kim: how will you take my arm?

David: we are going to numb your arm and cut it off

Kim: ok when?

David: i’ll have to talk to the higher-ups about that but hopefully sometime next week it’s going to get worse if we don’t get treated as soon as possible

Kim: ok

End of chapter 





[wheredreamsareforged]

☾ ― [ Favoritism ] ╰┈➤ ❝ [ Nox Achenbach + Kore Foxx; mentioned Zandik ] ╰┈➤ ❝ [ 1469 words; 8225 characters ] ☆ this is based on an AU essentially 'replacing' the Harbingers, with few minor exceptions, if you could count some as such (i.e. La Signora, or Balladeer). im going to be honest this AU is very well more on the self indulgent side of things with how it works as i didn't want to remove the ones we know completely

The cat-like creature sat at his desk within his personal office, reading through every piece of parchment in their hand meticulously, a pastel-cyan feathered quill in hand as the time seemed to drone on. Their eyes trailed from the paper to the door, waiting for something to come barging in to take their attention away from the monotonous task that was their responsibilities as a Harbinger. With an impatient sigh, their gaze flitted back down to the contracts in front of them. Dissecting them like The Doctor would his…monsters- the vile creatures couldn’t hardly be described as people anymore.

With a dip of their quill and a few strokes of the nib, paired with a flick of their wrist, the paper in front of them was signed. Drawing on the wind, they blew gently on the red liquid to dry it out before setting it off to the side and grabbing the next to continue the process, leaving most unsigned and notes of revision writing throughout. Honestly, with how long they were waiting they might as well finish their work and go down to the labs himself. Surely-

Ah. A little late, but better than never showing up at all.

In a moment after, he was greeted with a slam of their office doors and the angered expression on the Second’s face. Locs nearly as disheveled as his outfit, the skulls and bones of those owls and vultures he loved so much askew- even the one that held the twisted and braided coils out of his face. “You- you- rat!”

The Fatui agents stationed outside of their door looked pale. Concern and fear linger in their gazes under the masks as they watch the Ninth raise his hand and motion for them to close the large doors. “Doctor. It would do you well to pray that none of my trophies are damaged or scuffed.” It was a clear warning, spoken with a voice sweet as honey and smooth as glass. They didn’t look up from their work, continuing to write and read. 

“Now, to what do I owe the displeasure of your visit, hm?”

“Don’t you dare act like you are naive enough to not know why I am here, Regrator!” The Doctor shouted, swiping the inkwell off their desk and into the wall, shattering the glass and splattering the contents. Tail puffing up as their composure slipped, brief rage swelling in their dark brown eyes and even darker sclera, they bared their teeth in a strained smile. “Doctor, surely this is not pertaining to your monthly allowance? It is more than enough for your vile imagination, and certainly not cause to break my belongings.”

Venom laced their tone as a growl peppered their words like butterfly kisses. Wiping their quill nib off on a handkerchief, they brought it up and used their hands to gather up their hair. Twisting it and wrapping the strands with each other, they stuck the writing tool through and scrapped the metal against their scalp and under the brown and vaguely cream locks before it poked through the other side.

He watched the umber eyes of The Doctor sharpen as he leaned back within his chair, one leg crossing over the other as the scientist looked ready to strangle him with his own two hands right then and there. “You know very well that that is not enough! One million mora is far from enough!” They found themself chuckling at the man’s anger and frustration. “Nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred ninety-nine mora, now. You are well aware this is not how you speak to the one who’s in charge of your funding, no?”

It was amusing, watching the typically monotone and cold man fume- mouth pulled back into a snarl as he looked ready to tear out his own hair from its protective styling. The frost that littered his skin from the Tsaritsa’s blessing of revival stuck in a constant state of melting and refreezing from his unknowing access to that pyro vision he never uses.

“You little piece of shit- explain to me why mine is so low, whilst you handed off upwards five million to the Experiment!” Five million wouldn’t be enough for either to complete what they desired to, anyone with a brain knew that, especially after hearing complaints from the Seventh of her own becoming restricted since the arrival of The Regrator. Even if they were to delegate it amongst the militia fairly.

Though as of recent, they had made it a habit to give The Doctor less and less after his stunt of nearly killing him and his own Representative with one of his creatures that looked as though it came out of a horror novel they once drew for in their youth. Not that they hadn’t before, it had just grown more drastic.

Still, they evened out their composure, tail twitching in delight at the response their actions received, reveling in the way their nonchalant and unbothered countenance only stoked the flame, encouraging it to become a wildfire capable of burning down the sector of the Palace in which they stood. “Why, dear Doctor-”

“It’s Doctor Foxx, Achenbach.”

With a twitch of their eye, he waved off the other’s words. “Yes yes. Now don’t interrupt me, didn’t your mother teach you manners?” He delighted in the way the other tensed, standing up straight and squaring his shoulders as though he were going to lunge over the desk separating them. As he opened his mouth to speak, they continued:

“As I was saying, unlike your abominations you’ve released upon Teyvat and the Palace, Zandik’s studies and experiments have actually proven to be useful to the Fatui’s cause- all whilst you consistently strive only for that pitiful goal of making the Gods kneel to you. Truly, it is a wonder what the Tsaritsa saw within you.” He laughed at the irony- much to their higher ranking Harbinger’s chagrin- a person who worshiped no Archon, no God, working under the Tsaritsa as her Second Harbinger. Don’t even get them started on the fact that he had managed to be blessed by Celestia herself with a vision.

It was like the divine mocked him and his little passion. His desire. And they drank it up as though it were the finest wine from the Dawn Winery.

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “The Experiment is nothing more than that- an experiment. Why you bother to use its name is lost on me.” Achenbach leaned forward, hands clasped together as they stared up at Foxx blankly, a dangerous glint to his eyes. “Even so, he has proven to have more worth to the Fatui than your amalgamations do. And that’s with your experiment having altered his biology to a permanent degree.” They paused only for a moment, grabbing the stack of papers and standing up from their seated position.

“Now, if you would be so kind as to take your obnoxious aesthetic out of my office, I have work to do. Your allowance will have the mora my inkwell had cost taken out of it, as well as the fees to properly clean up the ink you’ve splattered all over my wall and floor.”

The Doctor’s nostrils flared and he spun around to the door, placing his hand onto the handle before turning his head to call out over his shoulder. “We both know that wretched thing wasn’t one of your ‘belongings’, and that you could easily clean up that blood yourself with how much of it you’ve spilled from the source. Wretched rat.”

Watching as he opened the door, slamming it behind himself, The Regrator chuckled under his breath. “Why of course, I wouldn’t want something I actually care for to have been broken,” they muttered as they stalked to one of the cabinets behind them to collect their usual inkwell and a wine bottle. As they took their seat, they swirled the bottle, pouting as they watched the nearly black looking liquid follow the tilting and bottle’s orientation.

“Shame, I’m almost out…ah well. That just means another piece to make.” Placing the intricate object they held in the place of the now shattered bottle, he leaned over to pour the remaining blood into it, setting aside the now empty bottle. Removing their quill from their hair, they stared at the soft color of the feather they chose when making it.

The soft cyan no doubt had stood out amongst the mess of their dark brown locks, even with the accents of cream. A smirk tugged at his mouth as he gently brushed over the delicate object, cleaning the nib of oils and the like before dipping it into the well and grabbing the next contract.

“‘Life is not about playing favorites…’ What a boring sentiment. This is much more entertaining.”

[linaasca]

Did not understand at first why this movie had such high ratings on rotten tomatoes… NOW I UNDERSTAND!!!! At first, I was like icky this is low-key bestiality and uncomfortable, but as it progressed it became more wholesome :). I want to compare these kiddos to Naruto because both are being discriminated in the beginning and haven't found their true selves yet. And both also have some sort of canine connection: Naruto had the nine tails fox trapped in him and Yuki and Ame are literally half wolf. Their mother wanted them to always hide their wolf side when they were in front of anyone in society, for fear of being ratted out or the children being taken away. Their mother even went to extremes to protect them by not visiting any doctors and moving to the middle of no where. When Yuki and Ame started school, they were discriminated by their classmates. Yuki brought dead animals instead of normal jewelry to her class, which scared everyone away, and she was even called furry-smelling by her classmate. Ame was bullied because he was quiet and quite weak in the beginning, and was pushed around and had to be saved by Yuki. But by the end, both Yuki and Ame were able to be their true selves in one way or another. Yuki was able to continue to go to school and even confessed her identity to Sohei, and Ame was able to live the rest of his life in the mountains in his wolf state. Another thing I found interesting about this movie was the MAJOR character development that happened to the kiddos. When they were younger, Yuki was way stronger and more confident in herself, she also was less careful about concealing her wolf state, which caused her to like it more. Ame on the other hand preferred to live in the city, and he was very shy and timid, he never branched too far from home or his mother. As both characters go through their different types of "schooling", they realize where they truly feel the most comfortable and happy. Which is ironic since it completely switched around. Yuki prefers going to middle school and living in the dormitories with other girls her age and wants to remain a human. Ame on the other hand, did a complete 180 and ended up almost abandoning mom to live in the mountains and protect what his former teacher taught him to. Overall, not what I expected, but it was a good ending that made me tear up a tad.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Beauty and the Beast

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(C!Technoblade x Fem!Reader): Beauty and the Beast AU

Cover art is done by: @abovenyx

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“Tonight is the night you confess your love.” Wilbur mused, holding Technoblade’s cheeks with his candlestick hands. Phil was behind him brushing out Technoblade’s long hair, detangling it from years of abuse. He growled at every pull and tangle, Phil would scoff, scolding him that he should’ve been keeping up with his hair and that he’s lucky you’ll even look at him with this much of a rat’s nest.

“Wil. I’m not sure I can do that.” He huffed as Wilbur shoved a toothbrush in his mouth,

“Your breath is disgusting. She probably could smell it for miles! Brush!”

“It’s not that bad.” He mumbled self consciously, as Wilbur scoffed,

“You must confess tonight!” Wilbur groaned and Technoblade whined softly,

“You care for (Y/n) Don’t you?” Phil asked braiding Technoblades hair down his back, Technoblade sighed a dreamy smile.

“More than anything.” No one doubted the earnestness in his voice,

“Then why not tell her?” Phil hummed, “Done.” He took a step back to admire his handiwork, “You look good old friend.”

“I can’t tell her...I just can’t.”

Wilbur scoffed taking Technoblade by the collar of his shirt, “You must! There will be beautiful music, romantic candlelight provided by myself. So I’ll be with you every step of the way! Then when the moment is right you tell her.”

“But how will I know!”

Both Wilbur and Phil looked at one another and sighed,

“You’ll feel slightly nauseous.” Wilbur mused and Phil hit him over the head,

“You’re gonna scare him. You’ll know because you’ll feel it in here.” Phil pointed to his heart, “Speak from there. Your highness, I know you don’t want to hear this...but the rose is wilting. It has so little time left. You must.”

“Guys I can’t. She could say no or worse laugh or-”

“Look at yourself.” Wilbur urged holding up a mirror, Techno looked away but Wilbur turned his head to look. Techno stilled not wanting to face his own horrible reflection, but Wilbur continued to urge him to do so. Finally, he looked at his reflection and was startled by what he saw, he saw someone handsome. Even with the beastly features souring his reflection his hair was braided nicely down his back, loose strands fell in his face that framed it nicely. Gold littered his fingers, ears, and his neck his dress shirt was pressed nicely with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. It was snug but not enough to tear if he moved at an odd angle. “See? If she says no she’s a fool.”

“Your highness!” Sally called knocking lightly on the door, “She’s ready.”

Technoblade took a deep breath in and stood up from his stool, “As am I Sally.”

“You look handsome sire,”

“Thank you.” He smiled genuinely at the woman who looked excitedly over at Wilbur,

“Remember I’ll be by your side the entire time.”

Technoblade nodded and stepped into the wild unknown, he greeted you at the top of the steps and was at a loss for words. You were beautiful, stunning even, his tongue felt heavy and his mind reeled trying to find the appropriate compliment to express himself. Hair framed your face perfectly, Niki and Sally did a wonderful job for you, the dress was golden and hugged you in all the proper places. It pooled out by your hips and trailed along the floor making you look like the Princess his young self wished he could have, the princess who would swoop in and break his curse. His tail began to wag behind him at a rapid pace as you grew close, he hissed for it to stop, like it had a mind of its own. Finally, you stood before him, you took the dress in your palms and bowed, “You look handsome your highness.”

Heat flared everywhere in his body, tail only wagging harder as he swallowed, he tried not to stare down your dress but it was hard not to.

Boobs.

He coughed as you stood back up holding out his arm, “And you look stunning Princess.” His heart soared as you giggled as if to say you weren’t a Princess. “For tonight you’re royalty and I’ll treat you as such.”

“Tech…” You flushed taking his arm within your hand, “You’re a tease.” He shook his head fondly leading you to the dinner table, as he did previously he held out the chair for you to sit down in. Wilbur sat in the center of the table and winked at Techno as he passed by as if that was a cue beautiful orchestral music filled the air. They chatted as the food was delivered, Technoblade got her to laugh many times, swelling his heart further with love and anyone who looked could notice their young Price had fallen for the village woman in front of him. “Then Tommy…” You said between giggles, meal long since over, Technoblade chuckled fondly listening to your story, “Set Sapnap’s pants on fire! It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Dream was so mad!” Your lips twitched into a frown at the mention of the man’s name and Technoblade noticed. He didn’t comment but a flash of anger stirred in his heart, if this man hurt you he’d tear them limb from limb, but that was not a conversation for now. The music seemed to kick up in tempo as a new song started and you stood. “Dance with me?” You asked through fluttering lashes, cheeks stained a lovely pink as you held out his hand.

“Oh...I don’t-”

“Dance with her.” Hissed Wilbur from the table and Technoblade stood up,

“Okay,” He whispered, reaching out to take your outstretched hand, it was so small on its own. He squeezed it lightly, he could cover your entire hand with his paw he pulled you flush against him and you smiled brightly. He felt his cheeks burn as he pulled you onto the dance floor, he was desperately trying to remember his dance lessons from when he was a kid not wanting to make a fool of himself. He bent down slightly so your hand could rest on his shoulder and it snapped him out of his stupor.

“Hey,” You whispered, “Get out of your own head and just dance with me big guy.”

Techno’s heart and mind melted at your words as the two of you danced the night away, his hand placed on your waist and he squeezed it adoringly. You smiled, flushing a little under his stern gaze, he spun you around elegantly, your dress poofing out from the wind. You laughed as once more the music swelled and he picked you up by the waist, spinning you in the air. You were so high up you felt like you could touch the lights of the dance hall, meanwhile, all Technoblade was focused on was your delight and happiness instead of his own. As the music ended he dipped you and all he could focus on was your lips, how they would taste, and how they would fall against his own, or look wrapped around- He shook his head mentally whining at his unabashed thoughts. Don’t ruin the moment, he jolted, feeling your hands brush lightly against his fur and an adoring smile on your face. “Shall we cooldown on the balcony?”

“Yeah.” He breathed, a little breathless as he stood you back up, he knew it was time. It was now or never and you would look so beautiful in the moonlight. He followed behind you like a puppy trailing behind his owner, tail swinging behind him. He heard Wilbur hop off the table most likely to follow and he shook his head over his shoulder. As if to tell him ‘I got this,’

Wilbur smiled proudly and nodded himself allowing Technoblade to do his thing.

“Thank you for asking me to dinner,” Teachnoblade said carefully standing beside you, you looked off into the forest and the stars but you were the prettiest sight there by far.

“Dinner was wonderful. Thank you for accompanying me.” You turned to face him your eyes shimmering in delight, he melted at the tenderness of your voice his paws wringing nervously in front of him.

“(Y/n)...I...are you happy here?”

“Oh yes! Everyone has grown dear to me, they’re so kind. Wilbur, Phil, even Ranboo and Tubbo too!” You spoke joyously,

“With me?”

“Oh.” You blinked a few times, apples of your cheeks lighting up a scarlet red, “Yes of course.” You spoke honestly, but your throat felt tight. Your mind couldn’t help but drift back to Tommy who was alone in the village.

“Then I must speak from the heart…” Technoblade started but noticed your melancholy look and hesitated, “Are you alright?”

“I was just thinking about Tommy. I miss him so much,” You paused, steading a shaky breath, and Technoblade’s heart ached for you. “I just wish I could see him again is all...I’m sorry if I sound ungrateful-”

“No, you don’t. I-” He stood up and pulled out his enchanted mirror, his hands shook with nerves. “It’s another gift I was waiting to give to you, but I don’t think there’s a better time than now. Just tell it you want to see your brother.”

You took the mirror from his hands and pressed it close to your chest, eyes shimmering with tears, “Thank you Techno. Thank you so much.” You held the mirror out in front of you and Technoblade looked over your shoulder, “Show me, my brother, please.” The mirror swirled and your brother was shown to you, he was face down in the show in the middle of the woods. Blood stained the ground below him and you let out a frantic cry, Technoblade tensed. “No..no, please. Tommy!” You screamed into the mirror and Technoblade’s throat ran complete and utterly dry.

“Go to him.”

“What?” Your voice quivered turning to face the man you’ve come to call a friend. “But what about…”

“You’re not my prisoner anymore.” He swallowed hands clenching at his sides, his heart ached painfully screaming at him not to let you go. “You haven’t been for a long time. Take the mirror with you so you can look back and think of me.” He took your delicate hand within his own, squeezing it tight like a lifeline.

“I could never forget you.” The way you spoke so earnestly made him want to sob,

“(Y/n) I-” The words I love you made his tongue feel heavy, “Go, go.” He thought better of it, it would make it harder for the both of them. You looked sad briefly and he wondered why, but you gathered up your dress and rushed to the main entrance. “Fuck. I’ll never see her again…” He choked both Phil and Wilbur burst into the balcony, panic clear on both their features. “I let her go.” “You WHAT.” Wilbur practically shrieked,

“I had too…” He mumbled and Phil put a hand on his son’s shoulder, or what he assumed to be.

“After all this time, you finally learned to love Technoblade.” He laughed it was wet, eyes showing nothing but pain,

“Then that’s enough! It should break the spell, right? Right?” Wilbur looked between the two men eyes pleading and desperate, “Sally and I can finally go find our son?” Technoblde hadn't thought about Fundy in years, the baby was the only one spared by the witch's curse.

“I’m afraid not Wilbur, it’s not enough. She must love him in return.”

Technoblade didn’t respond to them, staring at the night sky and the grounds of the castle, both men hopped back into the castle ready to share the bad news with everyone. The situation was unfortunate but Technoblade did the right thing, so why did he feel so horrible about letting her go.

“I was the one who had it all, I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life I learned the truth too late.” He swallowed claws digging into the marble of the balcony, “I'll never shake away the pain. I close my eyes but she's still there, I let her steal into my melancholy heart, It's more than I can bear.” Technoblade’s voice quivered as steam curled around his nose, “now I know she'll never leave me, even as she runs away!” He cried watching run through the garden and into the forest, out of your gorgeous dress and back into the clothes you had when he first met you. If only he’d done things differently then, maybe he’d still have you, “She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may. Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door! I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in and be with me forevermore.” He laughed hysterically at the world he thought he could have for himself, a world where you’d come back to him arms open wide. A smile on your face declaring your undying love for him, a world where he was human again and he could marry you. Wilbur and Sally would find Fundy and be a family again. Tommy and you would live forever in his castle, you'll find him handsome and you’d rule together. Keeping one another forever in check until a little girl with your eyes and his hair was born, then a son. A new heir to the throne, so he could be a better father than his own ever was. He choked, throwing his head into the sky, “I rage against the trials of love. I curse the fading of the light. Though she's already flown so far beyond my reach she's never out of sight! Now I know she'll never leave me, even as she fades from view. She will still inspire me. Be a part of everything I do, wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door...I'll fool myself, she'll walk right in.” He was lost again in the fleeting thought that tomorrow you’d be there, “And as the long, long nights begin, I'll think of all that might have been...waiting here forevermore!”

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Tommy flinched feeling warm water sprinkle against his forehead, he groaned his voice sore and hoarse.

“Shhhh.” You tutted, and his blue eyes opened almost hysterically “You’re home now rest.”

“I- you’re alright.” His voice is tight trying to keep his tough-guy exterior in front of you, his big sister. His big sister who had gotten trapped with a monster because he was a selfish idiot who cared more about his inventions than anyone else. He didn’t care that his shoulder ached with pain, he choked back a sob throwing his arms around you, you hugged him right back. You pretended not to notice how wet your shoulder was getting as you held Tommy close to your chest. “How did you escape?” He croaked, not pulling away from you even to speak, afraid he’d lose you again and he’d be alone.

“I didn’t escape. He let me go.”

“He let you go?” Now Tommy pulled away staring into your eyes, his eyes were red and puffy as he looked disbelievingly at you. “That fucking terrifying monster? He let you go?”

“He’s not terrible! And he's not a monster,” You scolded and Tommy’s nose scrunched up, “I was so frightened in the beginning, frightened for you and frightened for myself; I thought it was the end of everything. But something changed within me...within us.”

“Yeah Stockholm syndrome.”

“Tommy!”

“What? It’s clear that’s what’s happening here.”

“You can’t develop that quickly!”

“You’ve always been unique. OW!” You dug your finger into his wounded shoulder and he cried out in pain, “Asshole!”

“Don’t be a bitch then!” You snapped back before stilling “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

A knock on your door broke the moment and you tensed, standing up and making your way to the door you opened with just a crack. “Dream,” You hissed, “And guests?” It seemed like the entire town was gathered outside, even the little redheaded homeless boy was beside them all.

“Good evening (Y/n).” He pushed past you into the room, “Sap, George come in as well! There’s plenty of room inside.”

“Hey! I didn’t invite you!”

“I didn’t ask.” Dream hummed taking you by the waist, his small hand felt wrong there and radiated only coldness instead of the warmth you were used to with Technoblade. “We’ve come to collect your brother.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry we’ll take good care of him.”

“My brother’s not crazy!” You argued as Sapnap stepped inside and grabbed Tommy harshly, “He’s hurt! Please be careful!”

“Let go of my you bitch!” He shrieked wiggling in his hold,

“He’s a raving lunatic, we all heard him! Didn’t we?” He looked out into the mob who all cheered in agreement.

“You can’t just do this!”

George laughed walking up to Tommy’s other side wiggling his fingers, “Tell us kid just how big was this monster!”

“Taller than you’ll ever wish to be Gogy!” He spat at him and George snarled in disgust,

“He’s crazier than we all thought, aye Dream?”

“But it’s true!” Tommy whined desperately, “Let go of me! (Y/n)!”

“Poor (Y/n). It’s such a shame about your brother. We can only hope it’s not genetic!”

“Dream you know my brother! You know he’s not crazy!” You desperately pleaded and he tutted like you were a child.

“I may be able to clear up this misunderstanding if you marry me.”

“What?!” You snarled, “all this for that!”

“One word is all it takes, love.”

“Never!” You spat and he growled his grip on your waist tightening, as he pulled you into a messy kiss. You whined breaking free from his hold, a loud SMACK reverberated through the house as you hit the man. Dream snarled,

“Fine, have it your way. Take the boy!” Sapnap pulled him out of the house as you desperately tried to find something to save your brother.

“(Y/n)!”

“Wait! I can prove he’s not crazy!” You pulled out the magic mirror, “Show me Technoblade!” The mirror shifted to reveal the image of your beast curled up next to the ever-wilting rose, red eyes glassy and sad. The crowd gasped behind you and Sapnap dropped Tommy onto the snow,

“Is he dangerous?” A woman called holding her baby close to her chest, she was frightened and as you gazed upon the crowd you saw they all were frightened.

“Oh no!” You cried laughing fondly, “He’d never hurt a soul! He may look scary but he’s really kind and gentle. He’s my...friend.” You spoke breathlessly, eyes pleading the people to believe you,

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you have feelings for that monster.” Dream snarled and you snarled right back at the man,

“You’re the only monster here, Dream.”

“She’s as crazy as her brother!” He declared, facing the townspeople, “She says she’s the monster's friend, well I’ve hunted wild beasts and I’ve seen what they do to people like us! He’ll make off with your children, stalk them in the dead of night!”

“No! He’d never do that!”

“I say forget the boy and his insane sister and instead we kill this beast!” The crowd erupted into cheers as you desperately looked at your brother, he looked just as upset as you did. You felt George's hands on your shoulders as he threw you and your brother into the basement and locked it up tight.

“No!” You sobbed slamming against the cellar door in desperation, Tommy watched heartbreak clear in his eyes. “No please…don’t hurt him.”

“(Y/n)...” Tommy murmured, “I'll be okay.”

“How?!” You shrieked at him, “Technoblade is going to die and it’s my fault!”

“Techno’s gonna die?” You and Tommy both shrieked as Tubbo popped his head out of your satchel,

“Tubbo!” You cooed holding him up in your hands, “how did you get here! Why?”

“Cause you’re nice and I needed to make sure you came back to break the curse!” Tubbo declared, “I’m gonna save everyone!”

“Oh, Tubbo.” Your shoulders slumped,

“Who’s the talking teacup?”

“I’m Tubbo and you are?” He challenged,

“Her brother asshat!”

“Tommy!”

Tubbo only laughed, hopping in your palm, “Let's get the two of you out of here!” You looked relieved and Tommy followed behind the hopping teacup,

“Oi! Why’re you fiddling with my shit!” Tommy argued as Tubbo poked and prodded at his invention, the Elytra, “I’m talking to you cup!”

“I said I’m getting you out of here duh! Now stand back!” Tubbo pulled a cord on the invention and it roared to life charging headfirst into the cellar door breaking it to pieces. You all laughed in relief as Tubbo hopped back on Tommy’s shoulder. “Let’s go save Technoblade!”

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he/him!Vex hybrid!Scar x NB!anxiety disorder haver!Opossum hyrid!reader x he/him!Vex hybrid!Cub (Convex duo x reader)

Cw: Crying, Food, uhhh mean thoughts, kinda sexual??? touch (not meant as sexual. Cub just hugs your thighs), and Overworjed reader. thats all [I think ( ..)]

A/N: My boys! :D I love the Concorp CEOs :] also everyone draws them hot when they do non comic fanart >:[ (like keep doing it but hot dang. they're all I can think about sometimes)

means of things

Y/N = your name

F/C = favorite colour

F/T/P = favorite themed pattern

F/F = favorite food

F/DP/M = favorite Disney princess movie

(also the sweaters are like uh the button up ones not uh normal??? ones??)

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"HEYYY Y/N~!" Scar sings as he flutters in the room. I look up from my paper about some feedback about Scarland people sent. "Hi Scar! What's up mate?" I respond with a giggle at the end from him trying to flut his wings back in a comfy placement.

"Y/N Y/N Y/N!!" Cub zooms in. "Will you come have dinner with us? It's your favorite~!" Scar and Cub singy-song together. "I can't guys. I have so much to read and pin up." I sigh from my old, uncomfy office chair. "But save me some? please please??" "But it's date night! we can neVER skip date night!" Scar begs, trying very hard to sound sweet. "Pretty please!" Cub adds to the end.

"Oh. Oh no." I tear up a little from my mistake. 'Date night was tonight! I thought it was tomorrow!' I think to myself with guilt almost crying from my thoughts being so cruel to me. "Hey hey, Lovely one! No need to cry! you just forgot about it. We still love you." Cub says as Scar picks me up -like the strong man he is- and hugs me as my thin rat-like tail twists around his hips. Cub skrichs my ears softly. Scar and Cub softly try calm me down (it doesn't work very well [ ..]) as they walk me to Scar's elven tree house.

Scar sets me down on a couch and Cub let me cling to him in overwhelming shame. "I'm s-so s-so s-orr-y! I hiccup from crying kinda hard. "It's okay! Sh sh sh." Cub comforts as he rubs my sore back. Scar comes back with sweaters for eveyone. A green cat themed sweater on himself, a cyan science themed sweater for Cub, and a F/C F/T/P for me. after Cub put on his sweater and wraps me up in mine, Scar comes in with F/F and some grape soda. "So. How are you doing?" Scar asks nervously "Okay." I deadpan. I'm tired from crying and the hoards of work I was doing. "Wanna watch Wall-e?" Cub asks. Scar turns on the television but waits for your reply. "Can we watch F/DP/M?" "Sure! Sorry for making you cry Cookie." Scar softly says while cuddling up to me, carefully moving my tail as to not squish it. "It's not anyone's fault. Don't worry." I say while getting comfy inbetween the 2 vexes

"Then why did you cry?" Cub asks genuinely "Did we do something? Did something happen? DID SOMEONE HURT YOU OR YOUR FEELINGS?!" Cub kinda panics when he got to the last 2 bits. Scar also makes it clear he worrys the same. "No. I over thought. It's nothing that can be/could've been stopped." I says as the 2 calm down a bit.

Scar grabs me to his (bangin' scitties! ٩(๑òωó๑)۶ wait. I mean... [꒪ω꒪υ]) chest and Cub snorts in annoyance (at Scar) and scoots over to hug my hips/thighs. 'Oh, how my boys make me feel better.' I think to myself.

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Yep! Cool right? right? but hhhggghhhh I am a Vex!Cubfan135 simp. 0///0 He is just drawn so... hot. Vex!gtwScar is there too cuz he is a lovely boy and I give him 10/10

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Ancestral Plane (Geralt x Witcher!reader)

Summary: Once the demon leaves Ciri's body, it enters yours and none of the witchers have the heart to kill you all over again. Yennefer helps Geralt seek Y/N soul.

Notes: reader is Black, GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, fluff

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You started to show up in his dreams. Though the seem more like memories than actual dreams. It could be something as simple as you smiling at him and it would make his heart warm.

This time, you're laying down beside him in a meadow. The grass felt like feathers under him and moved with the occasion soft stroke of wind. You wore a brown, silk dress and your natural hair was braided into a cornrose.

Geralt laid on the inner part of his elbow as he took all of you in. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask. "Look what?" "Like if you blink, you think I'll disappear." You say. "Just had a bad dream that you were gone."

"That's all it was. A dream. I'm right here." You reach out and touched his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed at your soft touch. Even your touch feels real. Geralt thinks to himself. "That's because I am real." "How did you.." you shush him and straddle his waist.

You held his face in your hands and pressed a warm kiss to his lips. Tears pricked his eyes and he deepens the kiss as his hands found your waist. You pull away a little to wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you," he says, pulling you closer if that was even possible.

You wiped away his tears. "I love you too," "Geralt?" He jolts awake in a cold sweat. Vesemir stands above him with a frown tugging on his lips. "How long have you been down here?" He asks. Geralt looks around to see that he was still in the moritorium with your dead body on the tray.

"I'm not sure," Geralt states, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "I had to make sure you didn't cut into her." He adds. "We agreed that none of us would. She deserves a proper funeral. She was a good soldier." Vesemir states, glancing over his shoulder at you.

You fought with the rest of the Witchers against the creatures Ciri set free when she was possessed. A creature went after Geralt from behind and you jumped in between. You stabbed the creature straight through the heart but not before it impaled you with it's tail.

"She was," "I'm truly sorry, son." Geralt stands and said, "I'll bury her." "Alone? I don't think that's the best idea," he sits back down and chewed at his bottom lip anxiously. "I see her everywhere. I've never experienced anything like this before."

"She was the love of your life. It's going to hurt like hell the first couple months." "Then I'll get over it?" Geralt asks. "No, then the pain becomes barable. You'll never truly get over it. She was your first." The squeak of rats caught their attention and Geralt killed the rat with a dagger.

"We best bury her now before more rats come."

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"What vessel do you think the demon took?" Jaskier asked. "No idea." "Tassisa should be able to help us figure that out." Yennefer explains. They all take two horses to the temple. It would take them three days to get there.

Meanwhile the demon possessed your body. It didn't have much to choose from, considering that its vessels have to be strong enough to hold such an ancient spirit. Those made from elven blood are the only ones capable.

Besides, the demon saw how broken everyone was when you died. Which only ensures that they couldn't hurt you if they wanted to. They cared for you too much.

You ripped through the fabric your body was wrapped in and dug your way to the surface, desperate from fresh air. You take as much air in as possible once you're free and pull yourself completely from the ground.

The demon scowls once it sees the gash in your solar plexus and repeated a healing incantation to close of up. "Well this is going to be interesting," the demon says.

**

The demon followed the others to the temple, making sure that Ciri never left it's sight. It waited until nearly everyone was asleep before opening another portal for more creatures to escape from. The power only grew from Geralt's pain and countless other mages whose dreams for crushed.

Geralt's heard sank when he saw you pull down you cloak hood. "Impossible. I buried you." He says. "She seems like the perfect vessel. Powerful. Of elven blood. And she tugs of your heart strings like a guitar." Geralt's jaw clenched.

"You let her go, now." He threatens. "Or what? Hm? You're going to kill me. I'd love to see you try." You approached him and exposed your neck to him. "Go on, kill me then." You add. Instead he reaches out and touches your face. "Y/N, listen to me."

"She's gone and she's happy." "I don't believe you." The demon uses her power to send him flying across the room.

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"What do you mean she doesn't want to come back?" Geralt says when Yennefer comes back from the ancestral plane to talk to you. "The demon was right. Y/N told me that she was happy where she was." "Is she under her spell?" "No, she's not under anyone's spell. She wants to ascend."

"No, she can't do that.. let me talk to her." "Geralt," "I'm the only one who remotely has a chance to keep her from ascending and getting her spirit back in her body." "I love her. Please." he adds when he notices her resistance. "I can only buy you an hour tops."

"That's all I need," he sits in the circle of salt and herbs with candles lining the circle. Yennefer joins him and placed her hands on his shoulder as he says an incantation.

Geralt opens his eyes when he hears your grunts. He followed the sound to a person carved out of wood and secured by a platform from above.

You practiced your sword techniques when you saw something move in the corner of your eye. Your lips parted when you saw Geralt.

Shaking your head no, you take a step back. "I told Yennefer I didn't want to see you- I couldn't." Geralt slowly approaches you without saying a word.

"I have no other purpose out there besides hunting creatures for coin. And I've been doing it for nearly a hundred years. No one will ever accept me for me- not besides you and the others. But I want more for myself than that." He still doesn't say anything and you grew angry.

You closed the gap between you and grabbed at his shirt. "What the hell is wrong with you? Say something. Yell. Grunt. Anything!" You snap. Your breathing grew deep and he reached out to touch your face. The way he looks at you sends chills down your spine.

You looked away from his gaze and stared down at your Witcher's coin he had around his neck. Your cheeks burned under his touch and you took the coin into your hand. Smoothing your thumb over the grooves, you smiled at it.

He lifted your chin so you were looking straight up into his eyes. "Say something," you repeat. He slammed his lips onto yours, his tongue massaging yours.

You hummed against him and stepped closer to him as your fingers found his hair. "Whatever you choose. I will love you either way." He says when he pulls away from your lips.

Your eyes dart from side to side in confusion. Dying was out of your control. You have a chance to come back and you refused. You said you didn't want to see him, and he still came to find you. Only to tell you that he'll love you even if you leave him.

He caresses the apple of your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You're making it really hard to argue with you." "That's the point," you met his gaze and you both smile at each other.