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[darkcoffeandsmoke]

Relatos para la Luna

Monstruos, by Lexy

Desde que somos pequeños nos describen a los monstruos como criaturas de aspecto horrible, seres gigantes con garras y dientes afilados, quizá con grandes cuernos y de aspecto atemorizante, son los seres que nos persiguen en nuestras peores pesadillas, con los que nos asustan para que nos portemos bien y por los que buscamos consuelo en los brazos de nuestros padres, pero a medida que vamos creciendo y dejando a atrás la inocencia de nuestra infancia nos damos cuenta de que en realidad los monstruos no son estos seres fantasiosos que nos persiguen en sueños sino que convivimos con ellos día a día, lucen igual a nosotros, en vez de grandes garras y dientes afilados tiene palabras que cortan en los más profundo de nuestro ser que sin necesidad de dejar una marca física nos dejan heridas casi incurables, con sus gritos, insultos, señalando los defectos de los que más conscientes somos, dejando de tras de sí un rastro de inseguridad, sueños rotos, lágrimas y dolor, creando miedos que nos acompañaran para siempre, haciéndonos sentir insuficientes, como fracasos, como si no fuéramos dignos de amor o atención, una pedida de tiempo. Creando culpa, con sus lágrimas falsas y palabras vacías, asegurando que nos aman, que se preocupan, que nos cuidan y asegurando que no vemos lo que hacen por nosotros poniéndose a ellos mismos como los heridos.

Los monstruos en son reales, se ven como nosotros, hablan como nosotros, actúan como nosotros, viven con nosotros y a muchos de ellos los llamamos mamá y papá.

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Tales for the Moon

Monsters. By Lexy

Since we were kids monsters has been described to us like horrible looking creatures, creatures with large claws and sharp theet maybe with big horns, scary looking creatures, these are the beings we run from in our worst nightmares, They are the ones with whom we are scared to behave well and for which we seek comfort in the arms of our parents, but as we grow and left behind the innocence of our childhood we realice that monsters aren't those fantástic beings of we run from in our dreams, but we live with there day to day, they look exactly like us, instead of big claws and sharp theet's they have words to cut in the deep of our souls whiouth need to left scars they left us almost incurable wounds with their yells and abusive words pointing out the flawles of which we are most aware, leaving behind of there a trace of insecurity, broken dreams, pain, weeping and tears. Creating fears who live with us forever making us feel insufficient like failures, as if we were not worthy of love and attention, just a waste of time, but also making us feel guilty with their fake tears empty words, making us belive that they love us, their care about us, they take care us, and that we dont see all the thing they do for us, tying us for that feeling of guilt putting them as the víctims.

The monsters are real, they look like us, talk like us, act like us, live with us and a many of them we call Mom and Dad.

[gioiaalbanoart]

Writing Share Part ...( I don't know which part 😅) + LAST LINE tag

but definitely thank you @wyked-ao3 !!!

Ok, need to chat a bit but these could be last lines (sort of for now) for a wip that has more lose threads at the moment than completed chapters buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur who cares? right?

I decided that I have to complete my fanfic first and asap BEFORE sinking completely my theet in this and Ashley Knox does understand and watches me very close as far as I don't forget her which is impossible by the way.

So, sharing from The scarred angel :

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She's been literary  paralyzed in fear just once in her life.

Once were she really was completely alone in despair the whole time. 

She had found a broken version of herself after. A facade barely held together. 

Now she's terrified but not alone.

Ashley is with her. And even if they don't know each other, the absolute certitude the Ashley doesn't want for Amy being hurt is enough to feel shielded. 

Terrified but not lost, not yet. 

She would almost find that though a relief if she had had the time.  

But Ashley again shifts an iron grip from Amy's shoulders to the forearm painfully digging fingers into her flesh, prodding her to move : "Run" she hisses.

And they run.

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I'll leave it OPEN TAG dear writers, enjoy ✨✨✨✨✨

Writing Share Part 3 (AKA: Ali exits Noah’s Body Not In That Way Get Your Head Out Of The Sands He Was Just Possessed)

Thank you very much for the tag @lychhiker-writes and @gioiaalbanoart 🧞‍♂️✨

So this part falls right after part 2 of this chain, and right before part 1, so you have an idea of timeline of these events.

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[dailynoun]

Outcome

Daily Noun Drawing 027

[little-murmaider]

This is very much “I’m projecting my personal views onto characters who would never share those positions” but I made myself laugh imagining this conversation happening in Pickles and Murderface’s voices so here u go. 

Pickles slammed the phone into the receiver. “Bad news. Old Man Jenkins heard th’,” he jabbed out a pair of air quotes, “ruckus and called th’cahps.” “That’sch not scho bad! They can help usch schort thisch whole thing out!” “Dood it’s never good when cahps get involved, in any situation!” “If we tell them what happened they can find Magnusch and lock hisch assch up!” “I don’ want theet!” “After what he did?!” “I don’ want theet fer anyone!” “Scho you don’t care about juschtice being scherved?” “You ceen’t get justice from a broken system!” “Picklesch I cannot have a measchured discusschion about the finer nuances of police and prison abolition with you right now, our work asschociate hasch been schtabbed.”

[the-socially-awkward-cat]

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There is a really stupid accident ina lonely highway. The man in the ground moans in pain , between the rest of his smashed motorbike. He feels the hot blood doing a pool under him, his vision starts to blurry , he even swears he can listen static noices.

" Oh, poor fragile mortal" A voice said.

The main tried to move his neck a bit and Saw a man with a red suit, he was probably alucinating, but the red dressed man had wings and a huge Cytle in his shoulder.

' An angel?'

" Is such a shame... Maybe you think ' God out there , if i survive , i will never drink and drive again' Im sorry , not this time" The man in the red suit said, he didnt really seemed sorry at all. " But since im done colecting souls for today" he cuped his own chin , thinking. " i guess i have time for a little snak" his weird smile transformed in a cruel face splitting grin full of yellow sharp theet.

There was screams and sound of flesh and broken bones.

Then darkness.

[sisuchan-400]

Chapter 2: “Meeting”

There was a huge silence, in the whole house, that would give chills to anyone, everyone were asleep in the whole neighborhood , all the lights were off, just a few were really awake to watch some movies with their lights off. Anny heard a sudden sound, her eyes opened as she lazily sat up and rubbed them, she saw for a second a shadow quickly leave through the open door of her room, she quickly rubbed her eyes and looked over the window in front of her bed....it had been forced open and now it was pending slightly side to side. She shivered at the sight and quickly got up, trembling shakily, as she looked at the open door of her room.

She slowly pecked out of the door and looked at the dark corridor, she took out a flashlight and slowly started to walk, she hated the fact that they had the electricity off for the whole night to spare energy.....in that city, nothing was easy to spare. The ghoul heard a sound and quickly turned the flashlight to a broken vase, she started to shake and slowly back up, she heard another sound and quickly turned to that direction....nothing, she took a low breath as she entered the kitchen, her adoptive mom would leave a little light on the table, making the kitchen the only illuminated area of the house.

Anny pecked into the living room, nothing.....into the bathroom....still nothing, she slowly rubbed her head ‘Was it an allucination?......’ she asked to herself, she slowly went back into the kitchen, she sighed and started to take some water from the fridge, before pouring it in a plastic glass. She looked at the glass slowly before drinking a bit of the water, she heard a sound again, it was similar to quick footsteps “Steve?....If this is another one of your jokes.....it is not funny!” She said. Steve was a cat that her adoptive mom would keep inside their house, Anny liked animals....but Steve was a good exception, he always like to scare her by running and the fact that he was all black did not helped.

She took courage and slowly headed back to her bedroom, hearing the sound of wind outside blow through the broken window, she took a shaky breath and peeked inside the room....no one was there....she would have thought it was only her imagination....but the window was clearly broken, and she made sure she was actually awake by pinching her cheek. She sighed and sat back down on her bed, taking out the little bow that was under the pillow, she looked at it and slowly moved it between her fingers, it was all black, with some blood splattered on its side.

“Really ‘cute’ bow.....I wonder how you got to have it” a voice suddenly said, Anny quickly got up and turned, holding the bow tightly in her hand. Astaron turned on the little night light that was on the night draw, he then looked at Anny “Who are you....and how you got into my house?” She asked, as she took in her hand a broken ruler that she broke while she was drawing.....somehow; Astaron leaned on the wall behind him “Ok, first of all, lower that ‘weapon’ of yours....seriously, it is emberassing to look at, second, are you that dumb to not see the broken window?” He asked, pointing with his thumb to the broken window. Anny looked at the ruler, then at the window, and then at the huge bug “Don’t you dare to “First of all” me, I am more dangerous than what you think” she said, holding the ruler tighter “Fluffy Ass, you would not hurt a fly with that ruler, and second, I am more armed than you” Astaron said, as he took out a gun.

The ghoul looked at the gun and slowly backed up “So I would suggest you to lower your sass down and do what I said, always if you do not want me to use this....” Astaron said, motioning the gun as he removed the security. “I would like to see you try....you can’t hit something that runs” Anny said, before bolting quickly out of the room to run to the door that brought out of the house. The huge bug groaned and rubbed his head slightly in irritation “Why everyone must make things so fucking hard for me?” He huffed.

Anny meanwhile, made her way out of the house, she ran out of the little gate and started to run fast, she could care less that she was in pj and she was freezing to death “Ok...ok......I just need to move away from my house as much as I can.....” she said to herself, suddenly a loud gun shot and a strong pain in her shoulder made her yelp in pain, as she kept running as fast as she could. Only around 5 minutes, she started to not feel her legs anymore, she was shaking hard as she suddenly fell, she started to squirm to keep moving....but her body simply was going numb, she trembled as her body stopped responding, so she simply lay there....she ended her run into a park not too distant from her house, she heard again those blasted footsteps and heard someone crouch down next to her “Tired?” Astaron asked, as he held the gun in his hand “What do you want from me?” Anny asked, her voice kinda broken due the effects of the narcotic “I will tell you once you woke up, for now, how about you just go to sleep, and let me do my work?” The bug asked, his was surely not an offer, at all.

The ghoul’s eye lids were slowly going heavy, as blood was falling from her shoulder....then her eyes simply closed. Later, she woke up in a dark grey room, tied down a chair, even her tail had been tied to the ground with some belts, she struggled hard, and saw that all the belts and bindings were loosened enough for her to move, so she started to get herself out of her bindings. She got up and shook the belts and ropes off, as she looked around, the room was empty, dark grey, with only a weak light on the ceiling to illuminate it all “Great...I had been kidnapped” she said sarcastically, she went over the door and saw it was locked, she quickly banged her body against it and groaned in pain, as her shoulder was still hurt and with the bullet in it “Ok Anny....stay calm....staaaaayyy calm......it is like in the movies....someone comes and frees you after a bit.....” she said to herself.

She remained quiet a few moments before groaning “Oh come on myself?! What are you making me think?!” She said, realizing how dumb she just sounded “I see you are a little bit in fight with yourself” She heard someone say, she quickly turned, looking around “Where are you? Show your face!” She said, as she leaned against the door, before it opened, making her fall out and bump the back of her head.

She felt Someone grip the back of her hair and pull her back up, she yelped and trembled “Do not act all scared now and just act as a grown girl” Astaron said, letting go of her hair. She rubbed the back of her head before looking at him “You are not my dad! You can’t say what I have to do” she said, before feeling a gun pointing at her head “Listen to me Fluffy ass, the struggle I had to find you is bigger than what you think. So do not make me hurt you any further, I need you togheter you know?” Astaron said, Anny remained silent.

“............Find me?........” she asked, Astaron rised a brow, realizing that she was slowly letting go and giving up, he lowered the gun and put the security on “Mind me explain you why I just kidnapped you, or you just want to make things harder for both?” He asked, groaning.

Anny looked at him and then down, she loudly sighed “Ok Ok then....If this will bring me out of this situation soon, then I will try to do what you want” she said, the huge bug turned “Then follow me” He said, as he started to walk, Anny groaned and followed, holding her shoulder. They walked down a dark corridor, illuminated my little lights “Does your shoulder still hurt?” Astaron asked “No thanks Sherlock.......I just have a bullet in my shoulder” Anny answered “You better already lower your sass, if you do not want another hole in your shoulder” Astaron said, looking at Anny. The ghoul groaned “Can I at least remove it?” She asked “Oh I will.....do not worry....or maybe you should” Astaron said, before laughing loudly, showing his sharp theet, Anny grumbled as she looked the wall of the corridor. Astaron sighed and wiped his tear “Aaaahh..........do not tell anyone that I laughed, Ok?” He suddenly said, his face darkening, pointing at her face “Ok....” she answered, mumbling and muttering every type of curse that would go throught her mind.

Astaron opened a door and entered it, Anny remained there and watched......before hearing a loud ‘Ahem’ coming from the bug, she slowly entered the room and looked around. It was a rather little room, with a couch, two arm chairs, a TV and a lot....of bottles of alcohol...there was even a strong smell of cigarette that made her want to throw up “Ugh....” she said, putting her hand over her mouth “Are you a smoker and an alcoholic?” She asked with a disgusted voice “Meh....I only drink time to time......I cannot consider myself an alcoholic, about the smoking....lets say it is what humans call ‘Bad habit’” Astaron answered, annoyed by the ask since in that city no one was bothered of what people would do. He sat down on the couch and motioned to Anny to sit, holding the gun in one hand, Anny slowly sat down, holding her shoulder.

“Ok....lets start with the basics” the bug sighed, as he sat up a bit “Name is Astaron, named by the others “The green death”.....aka stupid name that not even a clown would have” he said, as he took a newspaper showing an article titled with “Green death strikes again”. He was actually surprised to see the color drain from Anny’s face, despite her already have white skin due her being a ghoul “This is new....usually teens would think ‘cool’....but you just reacted like a criminal” he said, before throwing away the newspaper “Wha....?.....” Anny said, trying to process everything “Forget that, you do not need useless infos.... you should rather know the important stuff.....I do not need to know about you, I know all your infos” he admitted. “What? How?” Anny asked, sitting up a bit “I have good sources...now let’s get really to the important stuff....” Astaron said, sitting up “First of all, you have a list of rules to follow if you want me to spare your life of cockroach....one, you do what I say, no asking, just do it.....second, do not talk with anyone useless I give you permission to speak...third, don’t try to escape.....or you will get more bullets inside your shoulder....and fourth, do not be sassy or talk back to me” He said, leaning forward and leaning on his knees with his hands togheter “Understood?” He asked.

Anny snapped out of her thoughts and nodded, shaking “Good, now is time for you to know what I need you for” Astaron said, he got up and walked to a library, before taking out a really thin dossier of color red, he walked back to her and threw the dossier at her, wich she catched with her good hand, she looked down at it, before opening it. There were documents about movements, an organization and what surely caught Anny’s attention....a picture of a ruby.....but diamond shaped. “Before you think wrong, that is not a ruby....it is a red diamond......the red diamond” Astaron said, correcting himself “The red diamond...?” She asked under her breath, reading those very few infos written there “Yes, the most valuable diamond in existence.....” Astaron said, as he light up a cigarette, Anny looked at him and then back at the dossier “And....what do you need me for?” She asked, Astaron looked at her “Well, since I had to tell you anyway....I need you to get to the organization where it is kept.....tell me, do you recognize the name?” He asked, Anny went to the paper with the organization and read the name....her eyes widening “ ‘Golden Fire Corporation......’......it is the corporation of my father....” she said, reading the paper “Specialized into minerals and chimic resources.....” Astaron said, leaning back on the couch.

Anny looked at him “But why me?....” she asked, Astaron sighed and took the cigarette out of his mouth “Well, you are the only family member that I could reach quickly, plus, there are no news about other offsprings beside you...or in general news about other family members.......does that speak up for you?” He said, smoke coming out from his mouth. Anny remained quiet and nodded with her head shakily, before holding her shoulder “Get used to the pain, you will feel a lot of it during all the time I will use you to get to that diamond....and trust me....it will be a long period....” he said, tapping his cigarette and making the dust fall. Anny looked at him silently, before closing the dossier, she felt something in her pocket and saw the black bow in it “Ah yeah...I prefer leave it to you...I would not use it in any way” the huge bug said “But....what are we going to do?....Stay here and slack off?” Anny asked “Oh no, I am just giving you a little......pause, before anything starts...” Astaron said, leaning back on the couch “Ok...but what about the bullet?....” Anny asked, he looked at her “If remove it will make you shut up, come here and let me remove it” Astaron groaned as he sat up.

The process was...painful, the bug literally dept his fingers into the found and ripped the bullet out, making the wound larger. Things did not got really better when he tightened the bandages around it “Happy now?” Astaron asked, as he wiped the blood from his fingers, Anny simply nodded “Now just go back to your room and rest, there is a mattress in one corner of the room, you sleep there” The huge bug said. Anny lowly nodded and slowly walked off silently.

Sleep was nearly impossible, the sound of people shooting at god knew what, the loud laughing and music coming from other places made things hard for anyone who wanted to sleep in peace, Anny took out the little bow and held it in one hand, looking at it....it gave a reassuring aura to her...even tought the blood on it made her feel as well sad, she tried to connect her memories....but she was just too tired to process anything...so she simply tried to sleep, holding the bow close.

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Ooff! It have been a while Uh? Well, finally part two has came out, And I am happy that I started to write this down again! I am trying to divide my activities into pieces and do them time to time!

The Stealers of the red diamond is an story made by me

Train TracX belongs to @fluttersdreams and @lazyskelebones

The original Astaron belongs to @fluttersdreams

[freyasigtryggrsdottir]

I See Fire chapter 5 (Thorin x reader)

Summary: Reader is the Princess of Goldir. She almost killed by Vlad, the biggest orc, but Dis saved and raised her in safe. But what if the revenge is the most important thing? The reader wants her throne back and she will fight until her last breath. Thorin is a single dwarf without Queen and he knows this is not good. He always grumpy and the gossips speak about, he is a weak dwarf, who don’t have enough power. Fili fell in love in the reader.He knows, one day, he will be a king. And he hopes the reader will be his queen. But Dis have an another goal. An arranged marriage between the reader and Thorin, which changed everything. Broken hearts. Hopes. Dreams. Pain. Everything will be burn. Pairing: Fili x Reader (one sided), Thorin x Reader Notes: My english is still bad, so sorry for the mistakes. Lovebirds, fluff and a visitor. Warning: a little smut Taglist: @disneymarina @ivarslittlebadgirl @fizzyxcustard

Days passed and I felt better, but sometimes the pain returned. The healer said he did everything that he knew and he suspected the poison never will gone from my body. Sometimes I will have bad days, when it will hurt more, but there will be days when I will feeling good. Thorin was very protective. He never moved from my side. When somebody went into my room, he growled, because it was his terrytory. Always cared for me and brought a lot of things, like beautiful dresses, jewelry, stuffs that made more comfortable my situation. The formal engaged celebration didn't happened yet and I was nervous because of this. I have never seen a dwarf engagement ceremony.  He made a braid in my hair with pearls to show his affection. It was a dwarf thing. I lied on the bed, while Thorin took a bath. It was a peaceful moment, because I needed time with myself. I appreciated his behavior, but sometimes it was too much. And I wanted to go to training, because I hated to feel this weakness. A heard a loud knock on the door and then Killi stepped in. His face was full with worry and he hissed the air. "Where is Uncle?'' he asked with thin voice. ''In the bathroom, but... are you okay? You look like a bunny in a cave" I stood up and watched him with courious eyes. "Kili?" Thorin went before me. I gulped. He wore just a thin towel on his hip. His body and hair were wet and my knees weakened. Heat throbbed between my legs. Thorin was sexy, okay maybe he was hairy, but deffinitely hot. I bit my lower lip and covered my face. It was impossible. I wanted him. I crawled for him. I felt the need to touch his skin. And it became worse when I felt his manly scent. "We have a problem. Thranduil is almost here. He heard you will be a husband soon'' When Kili said the last word, he went out. I hissed. Thranduil. The traitor, who let his family to die. My jaw thigtened. I don't wanted to see him. He died to me. "Are you afraid of the king?" asked Thorin and hugged me protectively. It was not the best thing, because I felt his muscular upper body. His skin was hot. I looked into Thorin's eyes. I saw a shine in his beautiful eyes. I grabbed his hair to pull more closer to me and I kissed him. This was more lustful, not innocent or lovingly. Wild. Those type when the entire world shake. My body melted into his embrace. Our tongues played with eachother. Our theets collisioned. He grabbed my hips and helped me to sit to the bed. He walked between my legs.  I wanted him, more than anything. I scratched his back with my nails. He tightened his hands on my thighs and bit my neck. I moaned. Everything became hot. "I want you, please Thorin" I whispered into his ear. He growled like a wolf and ripped apart my short blue nightgown. He watched my black lace bra and my pants with a playful smirk on his face and bit my neck again. This time he was more wild and made marks on my skin. I grabbed his towel and let them fall on the ground. Thorin's naked body was perfect. His cock was fully erect. My mouth watered. His thing soon will be in me. "You are mine, only mine'' he murmured and took off my bra. His breath hitched "You are so beautiful, I will make love with you and then fuck you" he licked one of my nipple. But everything went away, when we heard a cough from Dis. I got scared and covered Thorin's ass with my ripped nightgown, while Thorin pressed his body to mine to cover me, but this was not the best idea, because I felt his every body part. Thorin's cock pressed against my pants on my maidenhood and I let a quiet moan. "It's not the best time to know more each other, Thranduil will be here soon" sighed Dis "I'm here to help Y.N. with her look" "Just give us a few moments." Thorin's arms were still around me. Dis nodded and went out. I stood up and picked up one of his red shirt. He smiled and dressed up. "We will continue, when that damn Thranduil will go away" he kissed my forehead and walked out. Dis was beside the door. She looked me  curiously. My face blushed. It was so embarassing. I let the heat of the moment and my second mom almost saw me and his brother do things, that she shouldn't. But what happened with me? It was  just because of the lust or love? In the past few weeks, we became closer to each other. I saw his real side. He was just a gently, lovable, big wolf. But he had a wild side too. When I was young, I had a big crush for him. What if those feelings alive? When Dis told he will go marry me, it felt it's not that bad, good. But... I have a kingdom. I'm Goldar's queen. I need to focus to kill the enemy and retake my home. Maybe I let myself fall in love with him and save my elves in the same time. Maybe. I'm strong, I have the power. "What was that?'' asked Dis and began to search a dress for me. "You know" I chirped playfully "When two persons love eachother, they do things" Dis froze. "You love Thorin?" she stood before me. I said nothing just looked to the ground ''You really love him" she smiled "You know'' Dis sat beside me "I was afraid, you will never love him. I thought you felt respect, but now I see clearly. You are the best girl for my brother'' I smiled. He helped me to dress up a beautiful, long deep-blue dress.She did a silver tiara to my head, made my make up and gave me a pair of black not so comfortable high heels. This will be an official, formal meeting. Yet I was not a queen, I will be and I needed to attend. I don't wanted to see Thranduil. I was still a girl in everybody eyes, but this will change if he will begin to speak about us. Then I will be a weak queen who let her kingdom fell apart, who not enough for Thorin. Thorin waited for me on the corridor. He wore his blue clothes and a golden crown. He took my hand and kissed my lips. "Everything will be alright. I will be with you in the whole time, but if you will feel sick, just tell" I nodded.

[yoontual]

honeslty kinda thankful theyre not coming here bc can you imagine dionysus in argentina........you end up without theet and a broken leg

[sleepyskele]

Little thing for @theslowesthnery, because their gangster skeletons look so adorable and amazing and all their headcanons make me so happy <3 And they are amazing and I just wanted to give something back to them, cause I enjoy everything they make so much \0/ <3

(There is a read more. If your on mobile, please click onto my blog name. You will get redirected to it, and the thing is there without the readmore. I tested it, it should work. Sorry for the inconvinience)

Heist went wrong

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Well, that went...terribly. It was just a regular heist, in, get the stuff and back out. Undyne distracted the guards with some fists to their face, the fighting attracting more of the gang members from the inside of the warehouse the goods were stored in. Papyrus positioned himself a bit away, in the getaway car, hidden in the shadows of some rundown building.

Sans was supposed to sneak in, grab what they needed and get out again, meeting Undyne and Papyrus in the car. But things never go as how they are supposed to go. Sometimes even worser then on could expect.

Sans was lying on the cold floor, gagged and bound, having endured a throughout beating. 

It went alright at first, Undyne lured almost all outside, knocking them over like potatosacks and Sans had no problem teleporting inside, sneaking trough the shadows until he located the crates he was supposed to get. Looking around carefully until the air was clear he waited hidden behind some barrels, some filled with trash, others closed and containing various liquids. 

He crept into the open, unnoticed by the few man still inside. Almost reached the crates. He just had to grab them and teleport out again, no big deal, it wasn't his first heist after all. And then things went wrong. He felt a sharp pain on the left side of his head, feels his eye socket fracture, and then nothing. One of the man saw him, attracted by the faint light from the teleport, following Sans trough the warehouse until he found out what the small skeleton was doing there. Then he knocked him out.

Sans came to his senses, unable to move, his left, magical eye not working. Shit. No magic was bad. He couldn't get out of here like that...wherever he was. He tried sitting up, a splitting headache stopping that attempt before he could even really try. Well, no need to panic, not the first time he got captured like that. And not the first time he had to get himself out of situations like this. He managed to somehow sit up scooting against on of the walls and propping himself up, it would just be nice if his skull could stop splitting itself in half. “well...no time for skullking..hehe”, he chuckled slightly, looking up startled when somebody else joined into the laughter, a deep, unfriendly chuckling filling the room.

“Well, look who's awake. Thought you can steal our shit and then just sleep here like it's some kind of hotel?”, the man stepped from the shadows, quick steps towards Sans, grabbing the skeleton by his collar and yanking him up to eye level. He snarls into his face,”Guess somebody has to teach you a lesson. Stealing is bad after all, don't want you to go down the wrong path.” The man chuckled, throwing him onto the floor, Sans hitting the concrete hard, feeling his ribs fracture and crack. The man smirked darkly. “man, your cracking me up here”, Sans mumbled from the floor, disoriented from the pain and still very prominent headache. The guys smile fell, “Ohhh...you think you can get cocky with me?!”

He kicked Sans into his ribcage, breaking some of the cracked ribs completely, goey magic and marrow leaking trough his already dirt stained shirt, holding the broken pieces barely together. Sans coughed, clutching his chest, gasping for air, marrow dripping from his mouth. The guy gave him one last kick, stepping away fuming, growling something under his breath. Sans rolled onto his back, gasping for breath, chest burning. “don-...don't worry bud...don't have the guts for th-...that”, he rasped out, smirking to himself. Still got it. The man growled in frustration, stepping back to Sans, unbinding one of his arms and stomping onto the it, breaking it with a crunch. 

Sans screamed out, his vision turning bright white and then dark, black dots dancing infront of his one working eyelight.

The guy laughed, cruel and without humor, Sans cradling his broken arm to his chest, barely able to suppress his whimpers of pain, tears gathering in his eyesockets. “Now where is that confidence of you? Don't want to sputter some other stupid pun?” Sans shut his eyes, trying to ignore the pain flaring in almost every part of his body, and to catch his breath, his mouth locked shut. He didn't wanted to give that guy the satisfaction of hearing him whimper or scream more. The guy seemed to get bored with toying with him, grabbing Sans by his neck and lifting him up close to his face.

“So....now that we got the formalities behind us, how 'bout you tell me something 'bout your friends...I know there were more of you then just you cunt.” Sans head was swimming, barely able to breath, grabbing the guys arm with his unharmed hand, the other hanging down limply, shooting pain all trough his arm and up to his neck, his ribs aching from being in that position. He was on the brink of consciousness when suddenly the door flew open, Papyrus, eyes ablaze, a bony, bloodstained club in his hand. Papyrus spotted his brother in the hands of the guy, throwing himself onto him without a sound, faster then anybody has every seen him move before, and that says something, knocking him out with more force then would have been necessary before he even had a chance to notice the taller skeletons presence.

Sans fell to the floor in a heap, gasping for breath, making a forced, chocked sound, unable to actually scream. Papyrus threw himself onto his knees next to him, scooting closer, cradling him in his arms “BROTHER! SANS! CAN YOU HEAR ME!?”, his voice was wavering, worry clear as day. Sans looked at him with one unfocused eyelight, a large crack splitting his other eyesocket, marrow dripping from his mouth. “h-..hey bro...”, he rasped out, making Papyrus hold him even closer to himself. Loud stomping announced Undyne, who burst in trough the broken down door, brass knuckles at the ready, followed by a mildly annoyed Toriel, holding her small pistol in one hand. Undyne threw a glance at the two skeletons, soul contracting in sympathy, before going over to the windows, checking if anybody was coming near the building, if they called for backup, then positioning herself near the door as a guard.

Toriel rushed over the instant she saw what condition Sans was in, hands already glowing with green healing magic. She puts her gun back into her purse and softly unwraps Papyrus from around his brother, just enough to patch him up a bit. The broken bones will take longer to heal, but at least she could stop the marrow and magic from leaking out, soothing the pain and healing a few of the smaller bruises. Sans face relaxed, he now completely loosing consciousness, seeing as how he is finally in good hands. Toriel stroked his skull fondly, sighing relieved. She rubbed Papyrus shoulder, comforting the still distraught skeleton, “It is alright Papyrus, I will just have to bandage the breaks at home, but he isn't in any danger.” Papyrus shoulders sagged, tension leaving his body as he wrapped tighter around his brother again.

Toriel got up from her crouch, looking at the two skeletons, glad they managed to find Sans that fast. If they didn't have the dogs to track his smell, who knew what would have....A sound from the the floor close to the wall ripped her from her thoughts. She looked down to see the guy from earlier regaining consciousness, looking at him with so much disgust, both Undyne and Papyrus feelt a cold shiver run down their spine. Toriel ushered the skeletons out to the car, and turns to the man who was looking up at her with fear, trying to get up to his feet.

Toriels got her small pistol out of the purse, aiming it directly at the mans face. She killed him quick and clean, a cold look on her face Undyne has never seen before. “Nobody hurts my boys”, Toriel whispered, turning around and leaving without another word. Undyne tracked after her, still perplexed by what she just witnessed.

They sat in the car, the space slightly cramped in the small, kind of beaten up sportscar. Undyne was driving, Papyrus on the backseat, still holding Sans who shortly regained consciousness, only to falls asleep after making sure everybody else was save and unhurt. Papyrus was stroking his brothers skull, looking out of the window, a somber look on his face. Toriel was riding shotgun, throwing slightly worried glances at the two skeletons in the backseat. Undyne dropped them off at the bonebros apartment, Toriel thanked her warmly. She was like a mother to all of them, even in times like this, squeezing Undynes shoulder softly, telling her she will inform her about how everything will go before following Papyrus upstairs.

Papyrus relucantly let go of his brother, laying him down onto the lower bunk of the bunkbed they both shared. Toriel gave a brief hug to Papyrus, shooing him out of the bedroom before getting to work. She bandages his arm and ribs, wrapping the gauze around some healing paste she always has in her purse for incidents like this. She was just done bandaging his fractured eyesocket, cleaning the marrow and magic from his bones, when Sans woke up. “hey tori, wassup?”, he cracked up his one unbandaged eyesocket, looking at her, trying to sit up. Toriel pushed him back down gently, “You are not getting up right now, you bonehead.” Sans snorted slightly at that, a low chuckles escaping his theet, lying back down, wincing in pain at his ribs twinging uncomfortably.

Toriel gave him an affectionated pat on the shoulder, telling him to stay in bed for the next few days so his ribs could heal properly and left to inform Papyrus. Sans stretched out carefully, looking at the lower side of the top bunk. Well, at least he gets to lazy around for a bit. He sighed, swinging his feet out o the bed, getting up and walking over to the window, opening it. He rummaged trough his pockets, fishing out some a lighter and some cigarettes, plopping it between his teeth and lighting it. He really needed a smoke after all that. Looking out the window he let’s the smoke curl from his mouth onto the street outside.

“SANS? ARE YOU SMOKING?”

“woops..”

[theyearofdiamonddogs]

Tales of insomnia

Chapter 2 We passed the door and we sit ourselves in a table of the top of the old restaurant. The table of metal with some condiments on the top, closer to a big window from where it look the cars, the fuel the road and the infinite desert on the line. The seats of red leather, where cold and even where ready for place three persons in each other, I seat in front my father. I took a menu and became a check the food, some burgers, eggs, smoothies... Really don't want to talk with my father more of the necessary, I have enough discusión latest weeks, since he knows I apply for the laives and cronsward, by my own and I became accepted, sutarted the endless discussions, he where so strong headed, but I am too, and has to keep my promise, not just to my king, to miself to him. Fighting where always my passion, when I fight I feel free, free myself and I'm good on it, so good, maybe is by my heritage, daughter of a cronsward general and captain, my love for the fight starts so early. I start to training so soon, and at first my father wheren't much complained with it, I guess, the fact of loosing my mother in the battle when I was 2 year old, makes him so jealous of my security, but I where disposed to take my own will, and I start to training by own in secret, with my best friend Gladio, so in the end, my father agreed to training me, with him. He must be trained for be the personal shield of the King, but I will became a cronsward too, a warrior to fight and defense the future king too, as my father do and my mother, she dies yes, but she dies doing what she was loved. -you know you must to do "The ceremony of the Lucis gift"- he said serious and weackly, watching me behind the menu -I know- answer him shortly -is just in appearance, cause you won't need it, but will be the best if you would gonna use magic in a free way- he said loudly his tone. -I just use my magic when Is necessary- answered him behind the menu -Down, your magic is not a joke, is a rare thing and you know must be a secret- he saids seriously -if the empire will ever known, you will be in bare danger- I took apart my menu, look in to my fathers eye defiant and deep pissed of. -I keep it in secret since they became to flow, and I start to control them, as best as I can do all exce...- BAM! My father slam the table so highly, and all restaurant look at us in silence -you shouldn't use them...- says so low barely rated by me -I took really care of them, and no one knowns from them- I said in same time defiantly, the duel of stubbornness starts to go to the top, and then my father blows out the frustration with the air that where out of his noise, and for a moment he looks little down, -I just want you to keep safe, I accept you want became a laive, I understand your reasons and I agree, will be a better and safe place for your "gifts", but please, just take care, your case is only one, and for more I search- -you weren't find the reason why- I told him with indulgence and loving -I know dad, but I really take care of them, trust me- I down my stubbornness We stay in silence for a while in time the waitres approach us, we ordered owr meals and still we keep in silence. In time the food is ready I entertained miself watching over the window, I hasn't much to talk about with my father, is not I not love him, I do, so much, but since he forced me to move to lestallum with my granny, owr relationship became hard, and the similitudes of characters weren't help anymore. I loose my mind in my memories. (Flashback) Gladio where in the training room, a young boy with 13, short hair and pointy long on top, tall, and strong, weared in a jog pants and sleeveless shirt of the cronsward. He where fighting against a training manekin with a wood sword, he was beating strong in wrath, screaming in every stroke, disgusting and angry, he beat and beat till his wood sword brokes in a hardly deep stroke over the manekin side. He cry with frustration, and threw the handle of the broken sword on the side with anger. -Damn- he grunt and go to the weapons closet to take another one, and starts to fight again with the manekin in same mode. His father pases on the hallway besides, and watched his son on that state, over the opened door, he enter on the room. His soon watch the presence of his father, and stops the fight, hardly breathing in anger. His father approached him and watched the broken wood sword, and the manekin, and he took a deep breathing -soon, if you keep in that way, forcing yourself, you will end broke as this poor manekin- the man spokes slowly in a tent of console his soon The young boy, breath out with frustration -Is not fair dad, I'm gonna loosing my best friend, and there's nothing I can do about!- Gladio says dejected. The man aproached to his soon, and put a hand over his showlder -Gladio, is what his father wants, and maybe is the best for her- the man tries to console his son -But, she will be safe here, all of us are safe here... she is a warrior, she knows how to defense himself, she....- he grunted, frustrated he can't keep on talking, he known her secret, and he will keep his promise to her to not tell to no one, even if this one where his father, tears of impotence came to the edge of his eyes, and he hardly breathe to keep them on it. -go, and past the time you get with her, spend all the time you can with her till she goes- Clarus says, the boy noods and clench the theets. -Is a shit, you know, I had to leave her go, and don't know when, or even if Im gonna see her again.... is a fucking shit- Gladio said defeated. Clarus stay there looking his son cross the door as a gost in pain and feeling so sorrow for him. The sixt known he tries to convince Cor, to talk to him, not just by his soon, by him, by his wife, and his family, she is like a beloved member to them, but the man, has took already his decision, and for more he, and his wife loves the girl as their own daughter, she weren't and there's nothing more he could do, he feels shame. A few hours later, on a top of a hill in a park on the outsides of the city, a dark blonde curly hair, dressed in a short jean skirt and white top with sneakers, was sitting in an iron bench, watching the skyline of the crown city on the horizon, and by his side, so close to her, a tall boy, in pointy hair, and wide shoulders, dresses in a black short sleeve top, dark cropped grey pants and sneakers in black, looking on the edge, both sighs loosed in the lights of the city in the twilight sky. Both in silence, cause the words can't come to them, all the afternoon were same, they go to coffee shop, and drink chai cold late, they smiled each other in sadly, they walk over the city, hand by hand as always do all theyr life. They where the best friend, they share dreams, nightmares and knows all from each other, he never looks in a different way to her, even when she told her secret, the white feathers who start to appear since the sword back bone, and over her shoulder, since the powers starts to flow in them never bothered him, he finds are special as she is, she one of A kind, and no one fits in him as she does, they talk of all, they are confidants, the best friends, she is everything for him and him is everything to her, they tell all to one and another, they known better to the other than himself, they are the everything' for the other, always laught, smile, training, fight and competition, sharing music, their pasión for laught and sports, for outdoors even for noodles, and now... now they just can't talk. And there they are, hand to hand watching the edge, but the feel of the hand in to another, makes them feel they where there, in some way, that soft they always recognize everywhere... -I write, everyday- she brokes the silence -I write, everyday too- he smirks A tear starts to down over her face, and became another, and another, she never cry, never, no mater how hard the stroke on training where, how frustrated she where, how down she where, she never cry, except really rare and hurt ocasiona, and now her cry are unstoppable. Gladio is strong, so strong, he can endure everything, he can face anything, everything except to see her cry, he turns and hug her, she turns back and held him, immerse herself in to his arms and chest -I promise, I will back- tolds her, raising his face to him, eye by eye, hazel over blue, and both can look inside of each other, he barely can keep in his own tears, but he is not going to cry, not going to make the thing harder for her, he will be makes her feel easy, he could carrying is if for her. His right hand where cupping her check, and with his thumb put away her tears, softly and tender, the right hand over her back, getting her in to more closer, she held him harder, deepening in to him, and their faces where a milimetres of distance, she cries and sob, -I really promise, and we will back to the beach, as when we where kids, and...- she can't end the line cause he kissing her, first where soft, lip by lip, but slowly it turns in to a more deep kiss, mouth by mouth as if the young friends where triying to breath from the mouth of the other, and their hearts, seems as if it where to explode in each other with that their first kiss, not just between them, their first kiss in their life's, how they has been expecting so more time to kiss them. ----------- -Dawn!- Cor where calling her daughter, and the seriously voice of her father keep her back to the Eos again, -yes?- obviously, I weren't pay attention to what my father where asking, he just give me my food who recently was leaved on table by the waitress, and start to eat. -Will you gonna answer me?- Cor sounds disgusted -answer to what?- I drink a deep stroke of my smoothie -you ear me when I talk?- he looks deep in my eyes -your arm, feathers, as grow, isn't?- -yes, since my..."gift" grows, they grown down my arm- -are they appeared in other way?- -dad.... oh by the six, they has just grow until my elbow, I use to tell people are a tattoo I made it by parts, even is white, they elige, and if you come to visit me often, probably you will known- I spit it out in my father, who just look at me with a mix between embarrassment and sadness -my job in palace took me much time than I expected- he excused himself with shame -I guess, well... I didn't Mean say this, I know is your job and this- I look in to my plate -You're not the only one who where expecting news from the loved ones- Cor spit it out, -what you mean?- -Gladio, both two are keep in contact right?- Cor ask to her daughter with some overprotective fatherhood -really? Are we gonna talk about this?- Im offended -dad, honestly weren't your..- -Gladio is a good boy, I just try to... known- Cor Tryes to be soft and has a father conversation in to her daughter, with curiosity to known her, something hard to an introvertive girl, at least with him, he can't blame her for this, so he must to try -I'm not gonna talk to you about this- I try to advoid the topic -and save the conversation about the bees and flowers cause, I known all I need to know about- yes I was a spinels rat but, how he dare to answer me this at this point after everything... as if the rest between weren't noting! Is disgusting. -whait, what did you know, how far are you...- Cor interrogates her daughter -DAD!- I up my voice as "this has been too much", and my father nood, exhaling frustration and upping his hands in a surrender gesture. That was enough at least for me and I decide took the rest of the dinner in silence, and then we back to the car heading to Insomnia.

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Osso escondido no meio da comida é terrível! Quase quebra meu dente! 🇺🇲 Hiden bones in the middle of the food is terrible! Almost broken my theet! https://www.instagram.com/p/B2o0hl6FXn-/?igshid=y7ie7wsuywb3