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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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Hide & Seek

Desc: Grogu was gone now, a piece of Din’s soul went with him. He’d have to take some time to put himself back together. Warnings: S2 spoilers, a little angst, a little fluff, not proofread

The women in the room stood as Din had tears across his cheeks and took his helmet back into his hands. „So, how does this darksaber stuff work now?“ Cara cut through the silence. „He has the right to rule Mandalore now.“ Bo-Katan repeated what was said earlier. „He doesn‘t really seem interested in that.“ Cara chuckled and watched Din‘s brown hair being hidden under beskar again. „And he clearly wants you to have it, so fighting really doesn‘t make sense.“ She adds after a short pause. „I know, but that is how it works.“ „Didn‘t you question my creed a couple weeks back? Yeah, might be time to question your story.“ Din came towards them and held the deactivated saber towards her. „I can‘t take it. If you learned about Mandalorian history like I did you would know that.“ She shook her head. „So what do we do now?“ Din angled his head to the side. „You‘re gonna learn about your culture and I‘ll help you rule Mandalore.“ „How do I know that you won‘t just attack me once we do that?“ „You don‘t.“ He took the saber and put it on his belt, „Then I‘m not sure if we can strike a deal.“ „Oh, come on. This could be so easy. He wants to give the saber, you want to have it. Everything between you both is some dumb tradition you don‘t need to give a damn about.“ Care groaned and Bo‘s face snapped over. „It‘s not just some tradition, it‘s the most important tradition that is still left after everything that happened.“ She hissed. „Just...take the saber or you‘ll have to leave me alone for having it and let me learn about the history by myself.“ Din made clear. „We just need to have neutrality here. You can still do stuff on Mandalore. He can learn a couple things. Cooperation. Wonderful thing to exist.“ Cara offered. Din held out his hand, Bo‘s followed and both nodded. You heard your comms crack, „Uh, guys, I might bring some guests.“ The whole room looked at each other and hurried towards the landing bay.

„Here speaks Grand Moff Kamira, I suggest you surrender.“ Everybody heard as you watched the ship hover above. „Yeah, I don‘t think so.“ Cara answered. „Deploy-“ The comm went silent for a bit before you had more of those droids flying towards you. „Well, let‘s try to do what we just watched that Jedi do.“ Din mumbled and lit up his saber. *Just swinging, not stabbing. You can do this Din.* The first two droids were sliced like butter, the third stabbed, the fourth shot in the neck by Koska. A loud metal clang was audible as the fifth hit Din in the face. With a grunt he cut through that one too, the squad behind him figuring out what the weak points of the droids were. After ten more being destroyed by him and the team there were none left. Din‘s energy was low, but he knew this wasn‘t it. „We will find you.“ You heard in the comms before the ship above you fled. „Great.“ Din huffed under his helmet. Boba landed in front of them and looked around, „Are we keeping this ship?“ „I wouldn‘t mind taking it.“ Care grinned. „You‘d have to get every tracking device out of it first.“ Fennec answered and both shrugged as they walked into Boba‘s ship. „You did good for never having fought with a saber.“ Bo-Katan mentioned while walking past him into one of the Empire ships with Koska. With a deep sigh Din went up the ramp to Boba‘s ship. This was gonna be a lot to calm down from and process. While they were going through hyperspace to a planet Din could get a ship on and while everyone chatted in the main part of the ship, Din was sitting in Boba‘s private corner of the ship. His helmet beside him, holding the tiny metal ball the child loved so much. He had grown attached to him too. He knew he had done the right thing by bringing him to one of his kind, but it felt like someone had ripped the heart out of his body. This was gonna hurt for a while, maybe forever. „You did the right thing.“ He heard Boba‘s unfiltered voice in the entrance. „Yeah.“ Din choked out of him. „I know how this feels. I lost my father, permanently. This feels somewhat like that. Doesn‘t it?“ He sat down across him. „I mean...that‘s my child.“ Now a sob escaped him and he tightly gripped the metal ball in his hand. Boba kept silent, listening intently, „I know he needs to be trained, but I hate that it has to be without me. Without attachment. I wanted to see it. Be with him. I wasn‘t prepared for this.“ „I‘m here whenever you need me to listen. I feel your pain.“ Boba put one hand on Din‘s shoulder. „Thank you.“ They both embraced each other in a tight hug before Boba went back to his pilot seat and Din back to sulking. — Din settled into the new light freighter that he had gotten himself by luck and intimidation for a lower price. It was silent in the cockpit, too silent. No friends, no child. Just Din Djarin and the supermassive blackhole in his chest. Greef told him to take a break after all he went through, so he decided to fly to Sorgan. „Where‘s your baby?“ As soon as Omera said the sentence she had him enveloping her into a hug. „Where is he?“ „With his kind.“ His voice was shaky through the vocoder. „Oh Mando.“ She hugged back tighter. „I just need to...take a break.“ He got out before she felt his chest shake. „Of course, we‘ll take care of you. Don‘t you worry about that.“ The next weeks were spent with homemade soup, comfortable clothes, long talks with Omera, helping in the village and trying himself at being soft with the children. „Mando?“ Winta stood in front of him, looking up. „Hm?“ He turned his head. „Can you play with us?“ She jumped and made a little pout. „Sure, what do you wanna play?“ He went down to her height a little. „Hide and Seek!“ She jumped around but then stopped in her tracks, „But you can‘t cheat just because we can‘t see your face!“ He chuckled at the little girl, „Promise.“ „Start counting!“ She ran off and he started counting from 30. „Hide everyone!“ Din smiled to himself hearing the joy in her voice. „3...2...1...I‘m going to find you!“ He said out loud before starting to look for places children could perfectly hide in. It didn‘t take long for him to find Winta‘s clothing sticking out of her hiding spot. „Gotcha!“ She started running away but he got her and picked her up with a squeal and put her over his unarmored shoulder. „Next one.“ And like that the big man had a bunch of children hanging onto him and using him as a playground. A while later he sat with them around a small fire and told them about fighting a big bad man, before they looked at each other and whispered. „Can we ask you something?“ Winta asked reluctantly. „Of course.“ „What happened to the baby?“ The pain in his chest was hard to ignore but he had to. „He‘s reunited with his kind. That was the plan all along.“ „Is that why you came here? Were you alone?“ Children could be so incredibly direct. „Jup.“ He didn‘t need to lie to anyone here. The children all looked at each other and nodded, „Well, you have us now.“ They all came to group hug the Mandalorian and he was glad they couldn‘t see the positive overwhelm on his face. „Thank you.“ He murmured and hugged back, seeing Omera walk by and smile. Maybe he should take Omera and Winta with him for a bit and show them the galaxy. He couldn‘t be alone in his ship anymore.

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xiolaperry · 5 years ago

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The Piano - Chapter 15

Summary: Belle French and her daughter arrive in New Zealand to an arranged marriage with Gaston LeGume. Gaston shows little interest in her or her piano and books. However, Mr. Gold is fascinated… (Rumbelling of the 1993 film “The Piano”)

Rating: E for smut, dark subject matter and violence.

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Gaston watched over her in the night. Belle was pale, her sleep restless. Twitching and moaning, a nightmare played across her face. He sat motionless in a rare contemplative state. No anger remained. It had snuffed out like a candle as soon as Tilly ran away. He doubted she'd come back.

Belle's eyes opened. “Tilly?” she mouthed, questioning.

“With Gold,” he answered.

Her most pressing concern dealt with, she focused on him, intent. He studied her in return, examining her for the first time. He found no fear in her expression, only weariness. There was an ocean of thoughts in her blue eyes. Why did he never stop to listen to them before? Gold saw them, he realized. Gold had seen them from the beginning.

Belle's heart was so... light. Even with all the trials she must have faced in her life. Even with the latest one that he had brought upon her. Gold's was too. Gold thought his heart was dark, as did everyone else, but it wasn't. It was full of love, like Belle's heart, and only waiting for the right person to bring it out.

And himself? There was nothing, no love, not even lust. Had it been beaten out of him by his father? Schooled out of him by his aunt? He didn't know, all he knew was his heart was empty. A bit of shame, new and uncomfortable, lodged in his chest.

The only sound was the wind while Gaston and Belle reached an understanding.

Gold awoke with a start, the muzzle of a rifle poking his cheek. The coldness of the metal dashed all sleepiness from his mind and he was now fully alert. He had reclined on the bed to think and nodded off. Tilly slept, wrapped in a blanket beside him. Granny was gone; he was grateful she left when she did, and thus would be spared. Cautious not to disturb the sleeping child, he sat up, furious with himself that he'd fallen asleep.

“Has Belle ever spoken to you?” asked Gaston.

“With her hands?” This was not how Gold expected this conversation to begin.

“No, with words.”

Gold shook his head. He picked up the piano key from where it lay beside him, and it felt cool in his palm. If Gaston shot him now, at least his last thoughts would be of her. He would get him to do it outside, to spare Tilly another traumatic event.

“She has spoken to me. Here,” he said, tapping his forehead. “I listened, and I heard her.”

“What did she say?”

“She said, 'Let me go. We are not meant to be together. Let Gold take me away.' There was more, but it's personal.”

“Why did you punish her? If you needed to hurt someone it should have been me. It was my fault.” Tilly stirred, and he lowered his voice. “My fault,” he repeated.

“I wanted to care for her. I wanted to have the right things -- a wife, a family. My aunt, the community, they expect it.”

Gaston lowered the gun. He looked up at the ceiling, collecting his thoughts.

“Now I just want my life back. You will take Belle and Tilly and leave as soon as possible. I will annul the marriage on the grounds of non-consummation.”

Admitting this appeared to embarrass Gaston. Gold considered if he could now wrestle the gun from him. If only Tilly wasn't there; he couldn't take the chance with her so close.

“I'm sure you'd like to take your revenge on me. But it's not what Belle wants,” Gaston stated.

Gold's wants in this case were bloodshed and Gaston's complete destruction. But what did Belle want? She would not want him to darken his heart. It was simple, really. Did vengeance mean more to him than Belle?

It was noon by the time Mary Margaret and David arrived at Mr. Gold's house to collect Tilly. “Come on David, hurry up! Poor girl, she must be eager to leave,” she said, rushing David along. She expected to find a hysterical child, further traumatized from spending the night in a rough cottage with a surly old man, who knew nothing about children.

What she found shocked her and completely changed her world view.

Mr. Gold was outside on the porch, his sleeves rolled up, scrubbing a pinafore against a washboard. He’d propped the door open and Tilly was sitting inside, eating lunch and feeding scraps to a sleek black cat.

“We're here to get Tilly. Thank you for taking care of her; we'll take over now.”

“You are welcome to invite her to come with you, but I doubt she'll go.”

“Why not?”

He gestured with a sudsy hand. “That door is open because she won't let me out of her sight. It made my trip to the privy this morning an interesting one, let me tell you. I had to sing the entire time to convince her I was still there. Go on in and talk to her. I'm not finished with this dress.” Gold shook his head and sighed, resuming his scrubbing.

Mary Margaret felt the need to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Gold spoke again in a lower tone, “A warning. You're not to force her to talk about anything or do anything she doesn't want to. I'll not have her upset.”

David pulled up a chair next to Gold, and Mary Margaret went inside. Tilly eyed her with a wary expression, tensing like she was ready to bolt. She was wearing what must have been one of Mr. Gold's shirts.

“Hello, Tilly. Would you like to come home with David and me, and play with Emma?”

“No.”

“You don't have to stay here with Mr. Gold. You could stay with us, just until your mother is better.”

“I want to stay here.”

“But Tilly, Mr. Gold doesn't know how to take care of a child. We'll have such fun, I'll even bake a cake.”

Tilly would not be bribed. “Mr. Gold and me and Ebony will take care of each other. He promised. You can't make me leave.” Tilly pet the cat as she spoke, her hand trembling.

“It's all right, Tilly. We won't force you to leave.” Mary Margaret stepped toward her to give her a hug, but Tilly drew back. She settled for giving the little girl a reassuring smile and returned to her husband who was asking Mr. Gold a question.

“Granny told me what happened, that Gaston did it on purpose. Are you telling me that's true?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Why would Gaston do that to his wife? It makes no sense.”

“He did it because she loves me, and I love her.”

Mary Margaret's mouth dropped open, and they both gaped at him in disbelief. David recovered first.

“Then how are you sitting here, calmly washing clothes, instead of going after Gaston?!”

Gold took a deep breath, pushing at his hair with his shoulder in an awkward motion. He pulled the garment out of the soapy water, stretching it out. “Do you see this?” he asked in an icy voice.

They nodded. They could see the spatter marks of what must be blood.

He pitched his voice low for Tilly not to hear, and they leaned closer to understand him. “You don't think I want to show the world what happens when you hurt someone I love? I would like to go over there right now. I'd take my axe, and his finger would not be enough for what he's done. No, I'd chop off his head. But I won't.” His hands clenched into fists, and the sheer menace in his words caused Mary Margaret and David to draw back.

Gold took a deep breath and stretched his fingers to calm himself. They could see the crescent marks his nails made where they had dug into his flesh. He wiped his wet hands off on his trousers.

“Gaston and Belle have come to an agreement, which Granny has confirmed. Fortunately, the bastard didn't take a finger from her dominant hand and she can still write. Belle wants me to stay here with Tilly until we are ready to leave. Tilly won't go back there, and Belle doesn't want her to see her until she's more... recovered.”

Gold's voice, matter-of-fact before, became passionate.

“Belle has had enough taken from her, and for now, she is making all the decisions. She's never had choices before in her life, and I'll be damned before I take them away from her, no matter how difficult it is for me. If she wants me to let Gaston live, if she wants me to do nothing, then that's what I'll do.”

Tilly came out and wrapped her arms around him from behind, and Gold composed himself. “We're leaving in five days. There's a ship due then at the beach. Granny's granddaughter is being dropped off. I've sent Kamira to intercept it at the stop before this, to arrange passage for us. I've promised him my horse if he manages to do it.”

“What can we do?”

“Mary Margaret, can you pack Belle's things, and bring Tilly some clothes?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And David, do you think you could build me a cage?”

“For Gaston?” asked David, confused.

“No, dearie. Not for Gaston. For the cat. Ebony is coming with us, and I don't fancy her jumping out of the canoe in a panic and drowning on our way out to the ship.”

Belle emerged from Gaston's house on unsteady legs. Reverend Hopper held out his arm for support. His concern was clear, and he frowned, sad at her leaving in these unhappy circumstances. Mary Margaret cried.

Cora stood off to the side, oozing disapproval. Belle was not a suitable match for her nephew. She would find someone better, more appropriate for their family. Regina was not with her; they had quite the argument that morning over Gaston and his culpability.

Gaston himself was nowhere to be seen. Gold was grateful for this - he was not sure he could have refrained from beating him with his cane, no matter how much he desired to respect Belle's wishes.

Tilly stayed close to him. She was nervous to approach her injured mother and clung to Gold's trousers. Not letting go of her hand, he went to Belle and embraced her, sandwiching Tilly between them. Cradling her face, he pressed his forehead to hers. Then he kissed her in front of everyone, proud to claim her as his. Cora went back into the house without speaking, disgusted by the public display of affection.

Belle knelt to get closer to Tilly, love shining in her eyes, signing to her as best she could. Tilly hugged her mother tight; the gulf she'd feared between them closed.

Kamira had arranged passage on the ship that was delivering Granny's granddaughter and was pleased he’d obtained both Gold’s knife and his horse. He'd made out very well in his deals.

They were to meet them at the same point on the shore where Gold had first met Belle not so long ago. It felt like a lifetime since then, and now the journey to the beach was made in reverse, but slower. Granny, carrying Ebony in her new cage, encouraged Tilly along.

Gold did not let go of Belle's hand, nor did he take his eyes off of her. He kissed her uninjured fingers whenever they stopped to rest and kept up a one-sided conversation about all the wonderful things they would do when they got to Scotland. The men he'd hired stared with curiosity to see him so besotted.

Seeing the crated piano and trunks of books on the beach caused time to double back on itself in Belle's mind. They were the same, but she was not. Bruised but unbroken, she was confident in her choices. She couldn't wait for her new life to begin. There were trials ahead, to be sure. Signing with a missing finger, for one. But she refused to dwell on it.

“Ruby!” yelled Granny, waving with both hands when the boat from the ship came close enough for her to see the passengers.

Their joyful reunion continued in the background as Gold distributed their belongings between the sailor's boat and several Maori canoes. They insisted on providing tender to the ship, as a sign of gratitude and respect for all his help over the years.

Everything prepared to his satisfaction, Gold approached the group. Granny and Ruby were talking and laughing with Tilly and Belle. Kamira was looking at a tattoo that caught his eye. Tattoos had great importance in Maori culture, and he was examining the lion on the man's hand with interest.

“It's time.” Gold was sorry to break up the happy assembly, but the sailors were waiting. Granny hugged all three of them in turn.

“Take care of your grandmother for me. She's getting old and in need of assistance,” he told Ruby, winking, unable to resist a parting shot as he helped Tilly get situated next to Ebony's cage.

“Who are you calling old? I took care of him, Ruby. Don't let him tell you any different.”

Granny stood and watched them leave, the loaded canoes getting smaller as they approached the ship that looked tiny in the distance. The one Belle, Gold, and Tilly rode in sat low in the water, the piano weighing it down.

Ebony voiced her extreme displeasure at being caged. Tilly attempted to comfort her. “Mr. Gold says there's always mice on ships, and you'll have lots of fun catching them. And the sailors will be happy to see you. A cat brings good luck on a ship.”

They were about halfway to the vessel when Belle removed her hand from Gold's and signed to Tilly.

“What did she say?”

Tilly replied in a tone of disbelief, “She says, 'Throw the piano overboard.'”

“We're safe, we won't sink,” he reassured her.

Belle signed again, her face stern.

“She doesn't want it.”

“I know it's damaged, but we can repair it.” He removed the key with its precious message from his pocket. “I have the key. The piano will be as good as new.”

Belle shook her head and pulled at the ropes.

“Sweetheart, stop. You'll regret it. I want you to have your piano.” He would do anything for her, he had even done nothing for her.

“She says, ‘No. Get rid of it.’”

“Listen to her, Gold,” said Kamira while he paddled. “It's a coffin. Pitch it into the ocean.”

Belle cupped his cheek. She wanted him to understand. This piano was her former life. It had been her voice, but she didn't need it anymore. She wanted to start fresh, and this would only weigh her down.

“We'll throw it overboard,” said Gold. If she saw this piano as her past, they could bury it here at sea. They would get a new one when she was ready.

Untied from its ropes, it slid off the planks and made a tremendous splash. It sank, gone in an instant, the waters closing over it as if it had never existed.

A fantasy flitted across Belle's mind - her jumping after it, joining her piano at the bottom of the sea, together in a dark, watery grave.

Gold squeezed her hand, sensing the shadow that had come over her. She squeezed back. She chose the sun, a new adventure with her child and the man she loved. She and TIlly had found their prince in an unlikely place, and he was better than any of the fairy tales in her books. This was their happy beginning.

End Notes: This is basically complete for now, but I do plan to write an epilogue, possibly as my project for Camp NaNo in July. I also plan to write Gaston's death, since we all know he deserves to die. Send me your ideas for his death (bit by a rabid squirrel? Colonel Ives comes to visit?) in an ask. I will write an "all they ways Gaston could have died and the one way he did" kind of thing if there's any interest. Also feel free to send prompts for what you'd like to see in the epilogue, or 'missing scenes'. I'll do my best to write them, but I've never done anything like that, so I can't promise to do them all. If I get any, I’ll post them after Camp NaNo.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and a huge thank you to everyone who left comments, likes and reblogs. They meant a lot to me.

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godofevrerything · 5 years ago

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Hell Rising Chapter Ten: Rin

I glared at the Admin. "Right. Business. Such as where you have my family. And where Clarita took them."

Darcy shot me a nervous look.

"It would do you good to have some manners, Ms.Iago." the Admin mused. "After all, you are a guest in my home. And I'd hate to kick my guests out."

Anger rose in me, but I settled for glaring at him instead of lunging across the table and electrocuting the bastard.

The last thing I needed was the guards running over and restraining me. Not to mention the rest of the group if they were to go help me.

"Uncle," Darcy whispered.

The fear in her voice surprised me. The Admin was a bastard, and I knew that she hated him, but I didn't expect her voice to shake with fear. She was hunched over, gripping the edge of the table tightly, her head bowed.

"What is it, Darlene?"

She flinched. "We, uh, we want to know where Rana is."

"That's the only reason why we're here." Lanis added.

The Admin focused on Lanis, ignoring Darcy.

"Ah, Ms.Brighton. I'm surprised that you took the risk to come here."

Lanis froze. "How do you know my last name?"

He chuckled. "Oh, didn't you know? I have access to every bit of information on anyone I want to know about. And I truly wanted to know about all of you."

Everyone froze. We looked at him in terror.

The Admin nodded at Lanis. "Ms.Lanis Brighton, what would your parent think of you now? Leaving to fight against the right? They must be so disappointed in you. But, I suppose they would've seen it coming from your choice of friends."

At the last sentence, Lanis lunged at the Admin, her eyes dark with fury. The guards came rushing over, but Marcus yanked her down in her seat before they reached her.

"You killed them!" Lanis yelled. "You had James and Rockie murdered! You sick son of a-"

Marcus clamped a hand over her mouth, looking terrified. He shook his head at her, and she slumped suddenly, a tear trickling down her cheek.

The Admin took a sip of wine.

He raised his eyebrow at Lanis. "Those are some very serious accusations, Ms.Brighton."

"But they're true." Marcus snapped.

The Admin turned to Marcus.

He smiled. "Ms.Olivia Kingsley. How ashamed is your mother now? She loved the little girl you were when you were younger. And now, you look like a man! What would she say?"

Rocco's head snapped to Marcus, shock written all over his face.

"Shut up." Marcus hissed. "My mother knows I'm a man. And she's fine with it. With all due respect, not everyone has the same BS views as you do, sir."

The Admin simply chuckled. "You are still a woman, Ms.Kingsley. You will always be a woman, no matter what your delusions tell you."

"That's enough." I growled. "We came here to get Rana and my kids back. Not to get what ever you preach to society shoved into our heads. Marcus is a man, and that's final."

The Admin ignored me. He smiled at Ivan next, who froze in terror.

"Mr.Ivan Stravinsky. You really never were accepted by anyone, were you? Trained by your father to be a good son. And you failed. With your brother dead, you could've filled that hole in your father's heart. But you were a useless, pathetic excuse of a human being."

Ivan flinched. He looked down at the table.

Anger burned in me. I started to stand up, but Darcy suddenly dug her nails into my thigh. I sat back down, glaring at her. She shook her head, giving me a look.

"And of course, you were cast out by your family." the Admin mused. "Fitting, really. What doesn't belong must leave."

Ivan didn't answer.

The Admin turned to Rocco. He stared back at the Admin, his face unreadable.

"Mr. Rocco Jackson," the Admin chuckled. "That's the name you gave yourself, isn't it? So determined to have some sort of normalcy, so you stripped away your heritage."

"I didn't." Rocco answered.

The Admin raised his eyebrow. "But still, you ran from your home, bringing your sister with you. You were a coward."

Rocco shook his head. "No. I am not a coward. You know what happened."

"Do I?"

"Stop playing your dumb mind games!" Kamira burst out. "Where's Jae and Rana? And Kai and Sabrina! Just tell us!"

The Admin turned his eyes to her. "Ah, Ms. Kamira Jackson. Look at yourself! You're only thirteen and living under the real world."

"Don't patronize me." Kamira growled. "And anyway, the real world isn't your creation. It's not the playground that you made for yourself. You don't know anything about the real world, so shut up!"

"Have you ever thought that it's you, who doesn't know the real world? After all, you are nothing but Rapunzel in her tower. You know nothing."

"Stop talking to my sister." Rocco snapped.

But the Admin's comment had already took effect.

Kamira was frozen, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Mr. Jackson." The Admin sighed. "I was attempting to offer you and your sister a safe place."

Rocco went still. A mask slipped over his face.

"Oh?"

The Admin chuckled. "Oh, so now I have your attention."

"Uncle, that's enough!" Darcy yelled.

We all looked at her.

She was looking up now, glaring at the Admin furiously.

"I said, that's enough. Don't you dare hurt my friends like you hurt me. Stop picking at their weak spots, and just get to the point! Tell us where Rana, Clarita and the kids are. Right now!"

The Admin smiled. "Of course. Where are my manners?"

He leaned forward. "The children weren't supposed to be here, you know. Clarita had an unfortunate moment of pity and took them. I believe they are in her quarters. And as for Rana, she is in the basement with Clarita and Ricker."

"She's with Ricker?" I demanded.

"Yes. I gave the two orders to teach her a lesson."

"What does that mean?" Ivan croaked.

"Oh, nothing much. Just giving her a few concoctions. Don't worry, they aren't lethal. She has so much more use to me alive, then dead."

He paused. "Actually, they might kill her. Depending on how healthy she is. Has she been sleeping and eating well?"

I couldn't breathe.

He had tore into my friends worst insecurities without batting an eye. And then he spoke so casually about Rana dying.

That was the last straw.

I leapt up and lunged across the table before anyone could stop me. My torso hit the table, but I didn't feel any pain.

"Rin!" Darcy shrieked.

She jumped up and tried to grab my arm, her eyes wide with fear.

"Rin!" Lanis yelled. "Sit down, you'll get us all killed!"

The Admin stared at me with mild distaste. He sighed and stood up from the table, leaving the room.

"Asshole!" I screamed. "Give me back my family, you bastard! They didn't do anything to you!"

I stabbed my hand out, trying to hit him with a whip of my electricity.

It connected with the wall nest to his head, missing him by an inch.

The room froze.

Everyone was looking between me, the mark on the wall, and the Admin.

"I told you," I whispered. "Give. Me. Back. My. Goddamn. Family."

The Admin chuckled. "No, I don't think I will. You've been very rude, and rude people don't get rewarded. And, Ms.Brighton, I'm afraid you're correct."

He turned, and smiled coldly. "Guards. Kill them all."

All hell broke loose.

I scrambled off the table and sprinted to the Admin.

He was so dead.

A guard slammed into me, knocking me to the ground.

I jumped up and grabbed his arm, jamming my fingers into the crevices of his armor. My fingers touched his pulse, and I electrocuted him. I shoved the corpse back and headed to the Admin again.

More guards blocked my path.

They circled me, their weapons up. But they were all shaking, and a couple of them were glancing at the dead guard. Over their shoulder, I could see a guard trying to evacuate the Admin.

"No!" I yelled. "Don't let him get away!"

Lanis let out yell. "Rin, duck!"

I ducked, and a knife flew through the air above my head. It embedded itself into the wall right next to the Admin's head. I jumped up and slashed out my hand, taking advantage of the guard's distracted state.

A single lash was all it took. The lightning wrapped around the circle of all the guards's necks, killing them instantly. They dropped, and I ran towards the Admin. He tried to side step me, but I slammed him against the wall.

"Thank you, Lanis!" I called out. "I got it from here."

The Admin tried to squirm away. I snarled and grabbed his arm. He froze, looking at me with wide eyes. For the first time, I could see fear in his eyes.

I grinned.

"Rin, watch out!" Ivan screamed.

I jumped, whirling around.

A guard barreled at me, his face contorted in fury.

He raised his glock and fired it at me.

I ducked, hitting the floor. The bullets hit the wall above my head, and I scrambled away. The glock leveled at me again, but from another guard.

I ran towards the guards, catching them by surprise. My hand wrapped around their necks and electrocuted them. But as I did, I felt a sharp pain in my thigh.

I let the corpses drop and looked down at my leg.

"Damn it." I hissed.

The bastard had managed to put a bullet in my thigh.

Well, at least he didn't stab my ankles. It would hurt like hell, but I could still run.

Not to mention that I've been hurt worse before.

"Sorry not sorry, Uncle Asshole." Darcy laughed.

I turned, just in time to see Darcy backhand the Admin across the face. He stumbled back, and glared at her. She smiled brightly and lunged at him again, her knife flashing.

"Darcy, scoot." I hissed.

I ran over, ignoring the pain in my leg.

Darcy grinned. "Sure. I could use some backup."

Up close, I could see sweat on her face, and blood trickling from several cuts. She was breathing heavily, her knuckles white around her knife handle.

But her hand was shaky with exhaustion.

"Darcy, you take one side. I'll take the other." I hissed.

She nodded. giving me a small salute. The Admin looked around the room, and then back at us.

"Guards!" he yelled. "Will one of you imbeciles do your job?!"

While he was distracted, I ran up behind him, my lightning ready.

Nut the second I raised my hands, he whirled around and slashed at my face with a pocket knife.

I screamed, jumping back.

The blade had cut right into my cheek, and half of my face was on fire.

"Damn you!" the Admin snapped.

I scoffed. Like a cut was going to stop me.

I started at him, but he threw the knife at me. I expected it to sail past me, after all, he couldn't have had much practice.

But the knife embedded itself right into my upper arm.

I staggered. He was more ready than I thought.

"Hey! Uncle, come and get me!"

The Admin turned, and Darcy jumped at him, trying to hit his face.

But her hands were shaky, and I could hear her gasping for breath. She was slowing down, and becoming much less accurate.

This wasn't good.

I scanned the dining hall, looking for someone who could fill in for Darcy before she collapsed.

But everyone was fighting their own battles.

Lanis was working to take down a group of five guards, weaving around them with trained speed. She was swinging at them with a baseball bat. But I could see her hearing aids about to fall out of her ears. Luckily, she seemed to notice, and quickly jammed them back into place. But her footwork was becoming more clumsy, and the guards took notice.

Marcus was firing at his own group of guards with two small pistols. His accuracy was amazing, hitting the crevices of their armor with every bullet. But her was slowing down, the bullets becoming less and less accurate.

Rocco, however, seemed almost bored as he fought. He stayed above the guards, sitting on his own little pile of wind, with a shield of wind in front of him. The bullets kept on bouncing off and slamming into the guards.

Kamira kept on bringing up waves and waves of water, laughing loudly.

"Is that all you asses got?" she yelled. "I could do this all day!"

But despite her bravado, her legs were shaking. She was only thirteen. She couldn't hold up on her own against the guards. Even with her powers.

And I couldn't see Ivan.

Oh no.

"Ivan!" I yelled.

My shoulder burned, but I ignored it. The knife wasn't in my side or chest. I'd be fine.

"Ivan! Where are you?"

"Rin!"

I jumped. Ivan came skidding over, his face plastered with sweat.

"Stay behind me." I ordered. "I'll protect you."

Ivan shook his head. "No, you can't. You've got a bullet in your leg and a knife sticking out of your arm. And I can protect myse-"

A scream cut through the air.

Kamira collapsed, holding her side. Her face was contorted in pain. Blood dripped from her side.

"Kamira!" Rocco yelled.

A wind swept through the hall, throwing the guards to the side.

Rocco grabbed Kamira and pulled her up.

"We're leaving!" he yelled.

Kamira yanked away, gasping. She staggered back form Rocco, blooding flowing from her wound.

"I'm fine. It's just a scratch!"

"Guys!" Lanis screamed. "They're gaining!"

"Damn it!" Darcy yelled.

I turned. Darcy's knife was on the ground, and she stumbled, falling down. The Admin towered over her.

"Get away from her!" Ivan yelled.

He sprinted at the Admin, but a guard came at him and knocked him to the ground.

"Ivan!" I cried.

We were losing.

Everyone was exhausted.

Rocco was furious. Marcus was barely holding up. The guards would overpower him any moment from now.

Kamira was hurt. Lanis was swaying, almost dragging her bat on the ground. One of her hearing aids had fallen off.

Ivan was wrestling the guard, and Darcy was being cornered by her uncle.

We had to get a new strategy, and quickly.

The doors flew open.

"I see you started the party without us!"

I froze. That voice...

I looked up at the entrance. There, right in the threshold, were three people.

Ricker, Clarita, and

Rana.

"Rana!" I yelled.

Her head snapped to me, and I froze.

This wasn't Rana. Her hair, her pride and joy, had been chopped to her shoulders. Her skin was paler, her acne and blemishes even more visible. But her face was bruised as well. And cut up.

But the most noticeable thing was her eyes.

They were still brown, but something off.

They were almost...

Glassy. With a silver sheen.

And she was running right at me.

Rana slammed into me, grinning widely.

I fell back, hitting the floor.

"Get up!" Rana barked. "I know you Saundrine, you're tougher than that. Nothing can beat you to the ground."

I tried to stand, but my leg gave out. The bullet must've embedded itself deeper into my thigh.

This wasn't good.

It could get stuck, and then someone would have to rip it out.

Rana snatched my hand and ripped me off the ground. She was breathing hard, just like everyone else, but there was a maniacal grin on her face.

It was a grin that could rival Ricker's insanity.

"Rana?" Darcy croaked.

Rana beamed. "Darcy! Hello liar!"

"L-liar?"Darcy stuttered. "What are y-"

Rana turned back to me. "So, you gonna stand there gaping, or are you gonna make the first move?"

"First move?"

She giggled. "Of our fight! Me, you and Darcy. What, did you think I was on your side? Rana was, but she's not here anymore."

"Silver, you going to stand there talking all night?" Ricker boomed.

"Silver?" I whispered.

Rana's body turned to me. Her eyes glittered and she grinned.

I stepped back, trying to get myself ready to fight. This wasn't Rana. It was her body, her face, but it was someone named Silver.

Another personality.

I had heard about this. If a person went through trauma, they might make a shield personality. Or if they got drugged enough.

And Rana went through both.

Silver stepped forward. "Well, come on, throw a punch."

Behind her, I noticed Ricker and Clarita were gone.

Marcus yelled. "Get away from her!"

I whirled around.

Marcus and Lanis were starting to fight Ricker.

Meanwhile, Rocco and Kamira were up against Clarita.

"Rin! Hit the floor!"

I dropped down.

A barrage of bullets flew over my head. I heard Silver laugh gleefully.

"Stay away from my family!" Darcy yelled.

I sat up and saw Darcy tackle Silver to the ground.

I pulled myself up, looking around in horror.

Silver and Darcy were wrestling for the pistols.

Meanwhile, Lanis and Marcus were fighting Ricker. But Ricker was at his full potential, and the couple was exhausted. And furious.

Lanis especially.

"You sick twisted bastard!" she screamed. "I'm going to gut you! You killed them, and you're going to get it!"

She leapt at Ricker, but the adrenaline and anger made her movements off. Ricker dodged easily, the sound of his maniacal laughter bouncing off the walls.

Lanis stumbled, gasping. Tears flowed down her face.

And Marcus was definitely slowing down. His movements were more accurate than Lanis's, but they had more force and left him reeling when he didn't land at hit. And Lanis just kept on swinging her bat at Ricker.

Rocco and Kamira were fighting Clarita.

But Clarita had the advantage.

They didn't want to hurt her. Kamira especially.

"Jae," she pleaded. "Don't do this! We can go back home, please, stop this!"

Clarita scoffed. "No."

I watched Clarita dart forward, fueled by her powers.

Super speed.

She wove around the siblings, moving so fast that she was a blur.

Kamira staggered back, holding her side. Her waves were smaller and smaller, and her face was pale and sweaty. She looked like she was going to pass out any minute.

But Rocco was keeping up. He wove his winds around Clarita, his face scrunched in concentration. I could see him straining.

"Saundrine! Goddamit, come help me now!" Darcy screamed.

I whipped back to Darcy and Silver.

They were off the ground now, and Darcy was being backed against a wall. Silver advanced, shooting at her, every bullet coming closer to Darcy's head.

I rushed at Silver, my hands raised and ready. But she turned, her eyes slicing into mine.

Brown.

So warm.

I slowed down. I didn't want to hurt her. I wouldn't hurt Rana!

She slammed into me, knocking me onto the ground.

I screamed, feeling the bullet bite even more into my leg. Silver slammed her fist down, trying to hit my nose and knock me out.

I scrambled back, readying my hands.

She barreled at me, and I jumped to the side. I grabbed her shoulder and sent a shock down her spine. She screamed, dropping her pistols and falling on her hands and knees.

Darcy sprinted forward and snatched the pistols away from her.

"Get up!"

I looked up, and froze in shock.

A TV screen had come out of the wall. And on that screen, I could see the Administrator sitting behind his desk. He glared at Silver.

Good Allah. In all the chaos around Silver, I had forgotten about the Admin. And now, he had made it to his office, where we couldn't touch him.

I suddenly felt something yank me back.

Silver.

She threw me down on the floor, knocking all of my breath out of me. The bullet was completely embedded into my leg. And the knife nearly was too.

Her fist hit my face, where the Admin had cut my cheek. I gasped, tasting blood.

"Get off of her!" Darcy yelled.

She tried to wrench Silver back, but Silver was stronger.

She tossed Darcy off, and my friend hit the floor next to me.

Darcy reached up and grabbed at Silver's fist, trying to slow her down. I heard a sharp snap, and Darcy screamed in pain, yanking her wrist back.

Silver had broken her wrist.

Then I heard it.

A deafening shriek, coming from the other side of the dining hall.

A rumble.

Water.

Water flooded the dining hall, ice cold and swirling around us.

I could still hear the deafening scream in the background.

Kamira.

The water rose, and my head went under.

Panic filled me.

It was icy, and so dark.

My head pounding, my cuts stung. I opened my mouth, and water came rushing in. I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't move.

I was drowning.

"Rin! Rin, hang on!"

Ivan?

I felt an arm wrap around my waist.

My head broke the surface, and I sputtered, trying to breathe.

Air entered my lungs.

Oh thank Allah.

And the water...

It was....

Going down?

The flood was getting smaller.

"Hang on!" Ivan yelped. "We're going to hit the ground soon!"

I could feel my body slamming into the walls.

The bullet and the knife would take ages and a lot of expertise to get out now.

And then we hit the ground.

Pain.

Lights flickered.

I wheezed, trying to breathe.

Slowly, I pulled myself up.

The hall was a wreckage. Everything was drenched, and there were bodies everywhere.

My friends.

And then guards.

Everything was so quiet.

I could hear everyone else trying to get up, and breathe. They were trying to recover from the flood before anyone else did.

And then...

Lanis staggered up.

One by one, my friends peeled themselves off of the floor.

"Up!" Lanis choked out. "Everyone, hurry! We got to run!"

I took a step and swayed, falling to the ground.

I felt somebody pull me up, hugging me to their chest.

They were stumbling as they ran.

It was Ivan.

"No! No, I won't let you get away!"

Rana?

Or was that Silver?

I opened my eyes fully.

Silver had pulled herself up, and was trying to move.

Clarita was staggering up, Ricker close behind.

"C-c-come b-back!" Silver wheezed. "T-that isn't fair!"

But Ivan and the rest of the group were already running through the broken down doors.

And I couldn't move.

It had already taken all of my strength to stand.

All I could do was barely hang on to Ivan.

"Rana." I whispered. "I will come back. I wi-"

Everything went black.

#Hell Rising #original story #dystopian

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andimarquette · 6 years ago

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Sigh.

I hate screaming into the void but there are times when it really feels like that…a void. Seems like people aren’t listening or paying attention. Or, they think voicing their outrage on social media is enough.

It’s not.

There is no excuse or place for ignorance anymore.

None.

When you accost brown people in parking lots, college campuses, grocery stores, parks, pools, walking, etc., it’s racism pure and simple. Whether we are sleeping, parking, cooking, walking, buying, swimming…you know existing? Minding our own business? Breathing? No one has the right to question that. No one has the right to ask if we belong.

Of course we fucking do. It’s motherfucking America.

We belong.

No matter what language we speak.

We belong.

So, when you see things like this happening, don’t sit on your ass. Don’t just record it for posterity. Get up and use your white privilege the right way.

Say something. Other people have. Let’s start a new trend. Let’s all find our inner Kamira Trent. Don’t know who she is? Check it OUT.

See? That’s the correct way, the compassionate way, the way that helps everyone.

Wanna know the shitty way to use white privilege?

Using body paint to turn yourself brown, black, or yellow. Walking around with a huge smile. Taking pictures with friends and posting it on social media like all is well. Then, when the axe falls on your neck crying, “I didn’t know!”

Bullshit.

Something is broken in you if there wasn’t an inkling or a tingle of apprehension about the whole thing. Yeah, I said it. Let’s look at the history. Let’s look at then and let’s look at now.

Blackface was popular during the early 1900’s especially during minstrel shows which were mostly performed by white people in blackface. People of African descent were depicted as stupid, lazy and buffoonish but despite all that we were always jovial and happy go lucky to exist in whatever circumstances. The most popular characters were the slave, the dandy, mammy and the old man commonly known as old darky. Not only in minstrel shows but in movies and cartoons.

Let’s sit and marinate on this for a second.

Any of that sound or look okay to you?

Stop. If you’re going to ask what if black people do whiteface?

I’m not even gonna answer that. There is no excuse for ignorance anymore.

Some might say they are dressing up as Tina Turner, Michael Jackson, Apu from Simpsons to express appreciation and love for the people or the characters from TV shows and movies.

Yeah? Think about it. When you’re dancing around, pretending, laughing and getting laughs for your antics is that not being in some kind of new age minstrel show?

It’s not appreciation if it hurts others. You may not be depicting us purely as the slave, the dandy, mammy or old darky but the essence is there.

And it hurts.

Stop it.

Sincerly, KD.

KD’s work is available on Amazon or at Ylva. Her next book in the Cops and Docs Series, Drawing the Line will be released November 7th and is available for pre-order at the Ylva Shop. For more information on KD visit her website.

The Curious Case of Blackface

Sigh. I hate screaming into the void but there are times when it really feels like that…a void.

The Curious Case of Blackface Sigh. I hate screaming into the void but there are times when it really feels like that…a void.

#Blackface #cartoons #Halloween Costumes #history #media #minstrels #racism #Real life #TV

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timetravelingshark · 7 years ago

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Answering character questions

These are all from @mama-germany, ily friend

(I ended up writing a lot, so I’m putting it all under Read More)

Levi

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

I think it’d probably be a toy sword or stuffed animal of sorts. Toy sword so he could whack Jaerys with it/play-fight with friends, stuffed animal for cuddling and comfort.

18. Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

He admires both, but to him, wisdom is infinitely more valuable due to you actually knowing how things work and how to do things. To him, someone can be plenty ambitious, but they won’t get anywhere unless they’re wise.

Elia

17. What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Her doll! She had a Raggedy Ann-esque stuffed doll named Anya that she carried everywhere until she was about 11. She stopped taking her everywhere because she started helping out with Dean and running the bakery, but Anya is still in her room and Elia plans on giving her to her future daughter.

21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

First off, dude ouch, and second, Elia will absolutely put all the blame on herself. She has a bit of a guilt complex and tends to think bad things happening are her fault. It stems from her mom walking out, most likely. She put a lot of blame on herself for that, thinking that maybe if she’d pitched in just a bit more around the house or bakery or with Dean that maybe her mom wouldn’t have gotten overwhelmed and walked out. (This isn’t true, obviously, because her mom was a douche.) This is why she apologizes a lot, even for things she can’t control.

Erisi

28. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

Depends, honestly. If it’s an argument with someone she respects/cares for, she’ll never hit them. She restrains herself around people like her mother, Alexandra, King Alric, other house leaders, or politicians, no matter how much she hates whoever the other guy is. Someone she dislikes, and no authority around? She’ll be throwing punches the second she gets riled up. There were several occasions where Jaerys and/or Calem held her back from decking a person she was in a confrontation with. (Never change, my hot-tempered child.)

Preston

21. If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

Preston is a pretty level-headed kid, so he kind of looks at it from an outside perspective before putting the blame on himself/others. However, he’s still a teenager, and when a truly awful thing happens he tends to blame others for the tragedy. He’ll lash out at them and be furious, but then after a cool-down time he usually apologizes because he’ll feel awful for snapping.

38. Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Preston was half-raised by a smuggler, so he has a smuggler’s instincts, and a smuggler’s instincts always are to book it whenever trouble looks like it’s coming your way. Needless to say, he tends to remove himself from threats.

Jamie

38. Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

It depends. If it’s something he thinks he can help solve/de-escalate, he’ll be perfectly willing to stick around to try to remove the problem. If it’s something he thinks he can’t handle, he’s leaving. One exception for the sticking around rule is if there’s a chance his family could get involved/hurt. He’s leaving, and the family’s coming with him, no buts.

Erisi

28. How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

Pallas

20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

OOH BOY ok so I like to think that Pallas would secretly, internally compare herself to other Queens/Crown Princesses, and tell herself that “Look at how much better she is with her subjects! You need to be like that!” “Why can’t you carry yourself with her kind of grace?” “I need to be more involved with Kamira’s politics, like (Blank) is with her planet’s.” This is a side effect of being in the spotlight and constantly being compared to other prominent women in the galaxy, especially her Mother-in-Law. It’s not really healthy for her, and it’s made her break down more than once. She is still very much a happy and positive girl, but the pressure to be a prominent figure in Kamiran politics puts a lot of strain on her. (Side note: I took some inspiration from how much the media scrutinizes the women of the Brtitsh Royal Family, especially how Diana internally dealt with the spotlight and how the media constantly compares Princess Kate to Princess Diana, which I can imagine to be extremely rough on the poor woman.)

#oh my god #long post #i'm so sorry followers who aren't interested in this #writing #my ocs #character asks

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jovebelle · 6 years ago

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Sigh.

It’s not.

There is no excuse or place for ignorance anymore.

None.

Of course we fucking do. It’s motherfucking America.

We belong.

No matter what language we speak.

We belong.

So, when you see things like this happening, don’t sit on your ass. Don’t just record it for posterity. Get up and use your white privilege the right way.

Say something. Other people have. Let’s start a new trend. Let’s all find our inner Kamira Trent. Don’t know who she is? Check it OUT.

See? That’s the correct way, the compassionate way, the way that helps everyone.

Wanna know the shitty way to use white privilege?

Bullshit.

Something is broken in you if there wasn’t an inkling or a tingle of apprehension about the whole thing. Yeah, I said it. Let’s look at the history. Let’s look at then and let’s look at now.

Let’s sit and marinate on this for a second.

Any of that sound or look okay to you?

Stop. If you’re going to ask what if black people do whiteface?

I’m not even gonna answer that. There is no excuse for ignorance anymore.

Some might say they are dressing up as Tina Turner, Michael Jackson, Apu from Simpsons to express appreciation and love for the people or the characters from TV shows and movies.

Yeah? Think about it. When you’re dancing around, pretending, laughing and getting laughs for your antics is that not being in some kind of new age minstrel show?

It’s not appreciation if it hurts others. You may not be depicting us purely as the slave, the dandy, mammy or old darky but the essence is there.

And it hurts.

Stop it.

Sincerly, KD.

The Curious Case of Blackface Sigh. I hate screaming into the void but there are times when it really feels like that…a void.

#Blackface #cartoons #Halloween Costumes #history #media #minstrels #racism #Real life #TV

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cloaks-and-ribbons · 6 years ago

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Annoying Dolce

Drabble based on this song

Kamira belongs to @pissed-tm ( @half-gh0st ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Can you cook food with your magic?" Leon blinked and looked towards the curious blonde girl across the table from him. She looked at him with wide, curious eyes, almost like that of a child's. The sorcerer scoffed. How could someone who killed people for a living make such eyes?

"I can, if I wanted to, but I don't," he responded, his voice firm and clear. The blonde pouted and whined, banging herself hand on the table. "But whyyy nooot?" she whined, stomping down her foot and pushing out her bottom lip. He guessed she really acted like a child, not only looked like one. "Kamira, tell me again, why do you like this girl?" he called out for his lover and assistant, who walked into the dining room and calmly placed a tray of cups and a pot of earl grey tea on the table. "Riki is a good friend of mine," she replied bluntly, "and you said I could invite her over." The sorcerer glanced at the blond, who leaned forward and sniffed at the pot of tea, her face immediately twisting with disgust at the scent, making Leon grimace and sigh before he reached for one of the glass cups. "And remind me, why did I say that?" he muttered, reaching for the glass pot before Kamira took the pot and gracefully poured the steaming tea into his cup before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, making him blush.

“Because you love me,” she smirked and responded, giving him yet another peck on the cheek for extra measure. Leon’s face darkened further and he huffed, but he didn’t push the subject any further.

“Yeah, Kiki said I could come!” the blonde confirmed, “and besides, you still haven’t paid me!” The sorcerer rolled his eyes and took a sip of his tea.

“I did, Ms. Riko. I transferred the money to your account,” he replied calmly with a hint of annoyance, like he had already answered the same question multiple times. Riko whined loudly and slammed her hands on the table, making Leon flinch, Kamira’s eyes widening as she saw how he slightly paled, but he shook his head and gave her a weak smile, signalling to her that he’s alright. Riko didn’t seem to notice the exchange, too worked up about what she thought to be the biggest problem.

“But that’s not the same!! I need physical, cold, hard cash!” she huffed, standing up on the chair she had just been sitting on, her expression becoming dreamy. “The feeling of the silky, soft texture of dollar bills, its sweet grassy scent, all wrapped up snuggly in my arms…” Her dreamy expression turned into a pouty glare and she jabbed a finger at the unamused sorcerer’s face. “That’s supposed to be my payment, not your fake account money or whatever!” Leon glanced up at the assassin with a half-lidded, unamused gaze before closing his eyes and taking another sip of his tea.

“You never specified in what specific form you wanted your payment, Ms. Riko,” he stated, “so I chose the most convenient way for me.” He took another sip. “Also, please get off my chair.”

“I thought it was implied!” Riko cried, though she did hop off the chair, easily landing on her feet. “People usually give me cash! I didn’t even know Uncle created an account for me!”

“The black market’s evolved,” Leon replied simply, placing his cup down on the table before bringing his arm around Kamira’s shoulders, gently pulling her closer to him, letting her lean on him as he nuzzled his cheek against her soft, silky hair, a smile fluttering onto his lips as he did so before continuing. “Technology has evolved enough to allow us to transfer large sums of money without any trace. Getting you physical money would be a pain, as I do not wish for Kamira to have that burden. If she’s your friend, do you not agree with my thinking?” Riko shrunk back a bit at his words before groaning and plopping back into her seat.

“Fine,” she mumbled and crossed her arms, “but only because of Kiki!” Leon let out a quiet huff of a chuckle and held his lover closer to him, his hand around her sliding to her side, which made Kamira shiver but smile wider at the touch as she closed her eyes and snuggled into the person she’s devoted her life to for a few seconds before she let her eyes open.

She turned her head towards the sorcerer and asked, “You can make food with your magic?” Leon’s eyes widened a bit before he groaned inwardly when Riko immediately perked up. However, with one look into those oh-so-beautiful eyes that looked at him so curiously and lovingly, he couldn’t help but cave in.

He gave a quiet sigh. “Yes, I can; with the right ingredients, I can make edible charms,” he explained.

“So, like, you can make cookies with magic?” Riko gasped. Leon rolled his eyes with the crude simplification of his words, but he nodded.

“Yes, I can make cookies with magic that can give you certain powers or abilities, but only temporarily; I do not have the time nor the desire to make anything more powerful than that.” Riko’s red eyes sparkled with excitement.

“I wanna make magical cookies!!” she exclaimed, a broad grin painted on her lips. Leon sighed and rubbed his temples. He was afraid that was what she was going to say, but he wasn’t expecting:

“I’d like to make them too.” He blinked and looked towards Kamira, who smiled softly, yet her eyes were also glinting with excitement. “Can’t we make them, Leon?” The sorcerer hesitated, but groaned as she gave him those puppy eyes that he could never resist.

“...I’ll go get the spellbook.”

#{ Into Reality | ic | }#{ The Sorcerer of the Night | Leon | }#{ The Cute Dolly Killer | Riko | }#{ Crystal Writes }#{ I'd Bring Down All The Stars For You | Leon x Kamira | }#{ The Master and The Assassin | Main Verse | }

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icedcracker · 7 years ago

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Interview with your good bitch and professional fuck Cat.

Disclaimer binch: This was from a long time ago and my sister in memery Yuri has tagged me an thusly I must do as requested What is your full name? “I am deigned to be called by the elements and all my subordinates, the illustrious and fansatical wonderful alias: Kamira Droughiy.”

What do your friends call you? “Mira most of the time. Actually come to think of it, it’s all of the time.”

What is your favorite animal? “While I feel this ungodly gaze behind me calling the word ‘Owl’ in hushed tones, I’m actually not entirely certain, I phased from Snakes to Felines. I would say my allegiance currently most closely aligns with the Wolf”

Where were you born? “I haven’t the faintest, never met my real parents and never want to”

Do you have children? “Do I? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ”

Is there a person/people you love? “Hell no.”

What is your favorite colour? “BLACK, KURO SCHWARTZ, PITCH, DARKEST SCALING OF HUE AVAILABLE ON THE COLOUR SPECTRUM followed by the cluster of; pink, forest greens and purple”

What is your full occupation? “Baby-sitter”

Are you good at physical fighting? “In the sense of martial prowess I am reasonably trained but its not my preferred method of combat.”

Which form are you best at? “Fencing”

What about magic? “In west Gridania born and raise, the shroud was where I spent most of my days, chilling, killing, relaxing with my fool LORAN WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU”

Which type are you best at? “I am capable in a well-rounding of magical professions not fantastic, I would say my most augmented asset is runic magicks.”

Craftsmanship? “I am master chef, you should try my food. Trust me last time Dylan had my strawberry and squid on peanut-butter toast he DIDN’T die. Korman also really likes my duck consommé”

Any other skills? “I am an ex-gymnast, skills in music on guitar, violin and probation for piano. I like to think myself a master of antagonising Karvix. I am an accomplished and detailed author, attempted artist. Oh, and my social skills or off the wall, whether that is in the good or bad way is to your delegation. I also like to think that I tackle everything I put my mind to with a strong sense of efficiency”

Are you an only child? “I DUNNO AM I? K O R M A N”

Where do you see yourself in five years? “Where I would love to see myself is living the nomad’s life as a conduit to nature through artist medium such as writing and other so things I talked about just earlier. A cabin in the clearing of a forest garnered with a windmill a crop farm, a hearty hearth and brilliant yet soft rays of the passing day poking my home. However the likelihood is I’ll have moved nowhere and still trying to build somewhat stable life for myself and many others.”

Have you ever almost died? “That depends on which story you’d like me to tell.”

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret hardly anyone knows? “The word Griffin springs to mind.”

Salty or sweet? “50/50”

Do you like yourself? “Yeah, sure.”

Do you believe in the Twelve? “Dude, I love the Twelve, pray to them all every night: Rhalgr, Halone, Yoshida, Talos, Guthix uh....”

Are you religious? “Not in the slightest”

Do you carry prejudice with you? “Under no circumstance”

What do you consider entertainment? “Just about anything, the way you do it is what results in the entertainment part. I don’t say that in the sense that I’m happy to flow with the mood and I rarely do much in variety, but rather I do everything you can imagine and enjoy it.”

Favorite drink? “Tea”

Do you have any family traditions? “Originally the traditionalist nature of my family was the highest pressure of my young childhood, but I’d like to think I’ve kept none of them going at this point”

Are you a good person? "That would be objective.”

Thank you for answering my questions. “It was a pleasant if not extremely bizarre experience, I appriciate the usage of my time”

I took this from: @yuriane uh, big yeet.

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People Shared Their Most Awkward NSFW Family Moments That You’ll Never Want To Experience

Families can get awkward real fast at times.

After all, you spend your entire life with them, and there are times when things can get a lot more awkward than just watching a movie with a sex scene in it. Like these people, who’ve had to go through a lot of extremely embarrassing little adventures. But on the top side, they’ve got stories to tell, and we’re here to listen!

#1 Cards Against Humanity

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My wife and I made the very poor decision of playing Cards Against Humanity with my parents. I ended up having to explain to my dear mother what bukkake is. I had to. She would not let it go. She ended up winning the game. (not-a-giraffe)

#2 Girlfriend.

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Had a girlfriend over, we did the nasty, I threw the used condom into the trash. Took her home then came home to my mom and sister laughing. Turns out our dog ran up to my room, grabbed it out of the trash, and was playing with it while I was gone and they found it. (Khyraine)

#3 Road trip.

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I was on a road trip with my parents and the family dog after my brother went to college, and we checked into a hotel room with two queen beds. My parents took one, the dog and I were in the other. My dad wanted to gross me out and said “Now son, if you hear anything in the middle of the night, keep your eyes on that wall” and pointed behind me with one hand, putting his arm around my (disgusted) mom with the other. (sdneidich)

#4 The foul smell.

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sounds of pain. I look over and my brother rolls out of bed clutching his stomach and runs out the room. Now imagine a chubby nine year old wearing nothing but loose boxers hobbling/sprinting down the hall.

I’m hit with this foul, foul smell, and I look down and there is a trail of wet splattery poop EVERYWHERE. Brother finishes running, slams into the bathroom, and you can almost hear the sigh of relief. Except there wasn’t. Turns out when he went to relieve his bowels, he had nothing left.

Best part was that he didn’t realize where the poop had gone until he walked out the bathroom to see his legacy spread out behind him. Oh and fun fact, we had extended family staying over that time… (generationsofleaves)

#5 Used rubber.

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I was at my first real girlfriend’s house when I was in high school, we would do it in the basement when her family was home to avoid any walk-ins. After I finished it was common practice to tie the condom in a knot and avoid throwing it in the trash bin to avoid the Mom finding it when she was cleaning. So I left it on top of the ping pong table thinking I could take it upstairs with me when we decided to leave.

Her father and little brother thought it was a good time to go downstairs and play ping pong…. the brother gets to the table first, sees the used rubber, picks it up, holds it out, turns to his father and says: “Dad, what is this?” The dad’s face was of sheer terror as he screamed at his son to drop it, grabbed his wrist and stomped upstairs all while not breaking eye contact with me. (Rutgers_EQ_Kimball)

#6 Girls gone wild.

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At our extended family’s Christmas party one year when I was like eight years old, my aunt wanted to show my family the video she took on their latest vacation. Except when they start watching the VHS it suddenly cuts to a video that my 16-year-old cousin (her son) took of a bunch of girls flashing their boobs.

Apparently he had a house party while his mom was on a work trip and accidentally taped over his family vacation. So here are like 20 family members watching my cousins own personal girls gone wild video. Needless to say he was in trouble. (ALaroux1021)

#7 Errands.

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In high school, my girlfriend’s dad was supposed to be at a doctors appointment and running errands and not be back for several hours. We fooled around for a while then we were banging. She was pretty vocal when she knew no one could hear us… unfortunately for her dad, his appointment was canceled and he had come back to the house before we even started banging.

When I went out of her bedroom to the bathroom to clean up, there he was standing in the kitchen. I will never forget that look. I asked how long he was there. He said “the whole time.” Fast forward ten years, and that high school girlfriend is now my wife of four years. Her dad likes answering most of my questions with “the whole time” to this day. (drm390)

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