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[clockwork-ashes]

Something Lonesome - Part I (again)

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Summary: Elain dies when she’s thrown into the cauldron, but she doesn’t stay dead for long. Over and over, again and again, something brings her back, and every time she finds her way to Lucien.

Note: This is a romance, but it’s also just a story about Elain. There will be a happy ending <3 Also, completely dedicated to the lovely @nocasdatsgay because I have so many ideas and every time I yell them into the tumblr void (the tags) she has something nice to say <3

The water in the Cauldron was dark, unnaturally so, pitch black despite the flickering torches that lined the walls of the large space. It reflected nothing, only absorbed light and colour until it looked endless. 

The sight was enough to make Elain pause, familiarity making her tense. It flooded her senses, whirling until she was dizzy. Constant like the sound of crickets at dusk, she felt a memory just at the back of her mind, unreachable and yet there. 

Elain even recognised the ancient object in front of her, the deep grey iron surface of the bowl both uneven and smooth. It had a wide mouth and was filled to the brim, waves nearly spilling like there was a current, ripples being made on a phantom wind. It took her a moment to realise where she’d seen it before. 

In her dreams. 

Elain only tore her gaze away from the mesmerising waters when rough hands lifted her effortlessly into the air. The gag in her mouth tasted bitter and made her tongue dry. Each word she tried to utter was muffled, so she’d decided to keep silent earlier in the night. She was certain there were tracks cutting across her cheeks from all the tears she’d cried, but she admired Nesta’s bravery, her insistence on fighting tooth and nail until they had tied her hands and feet together. 

Elain could feel the cool metal of her engagement ring cutting into the skin of her finger. It was sharp, the knuckle curled in a way that made it hurt. She wondered if she was bleeding, but the sweat of her palms had her feeling unsure. 

Grayson’s pretty blue eyes flashed in her mind, clear as the sky in Spring. She didn’t want to think about him, about her life being cut so short before they could marry. She pushed the image of him aside, aching. 

Elain was hardly courageous, and she knew it. She hoped Feyre would forgive her, if not for anything else, at least for giving up so easily. Her younger sister held herself like a warrior, all grown up, and still, Elain thought of her as little. She figured that would always be the case, no matter how many years passed, time flowed like a river and most things stayed the same. 

“Please,” Feyre begged, a tightness to her voice that Elain had learned meant she was close to sobbing. 

Someone Elain could not see must have indicated to the men holding her. She was tugged gracelessly closer to the Cauldron. If she’d pointed her toes, her pale skin would have touched the water. She instead bent her knees up towards her chest, prolonging the inevitable. She felt more than heard the terrified moan escape through the corners of her gag. She couldn’t look at the water without wanting to shriek, so she turned her head, shifting her attention to anything else.

Almost like the pull of a magnet, her dark eyes fell instantly to a mismatched pair. 

Sunlight. 

The unknown man had sunshine in his gaze, golden and bright. The colour of his one eye was so lovely and rich, devastating. He looked unbelievably guilty. There was a miserable tightness to his auburn brows, a mournful expression tugging on the corners of his full lips. 

He had a hand on the sword at his belt, like he would have fought for her. He stayed in his place, a stoic faerie knight from the stories only told above the wall. 

Beautiful.

Elain felt something crack inside her chest, the pain unbearable. It was like someone had grabbed onto her rib and twisted until it broke, cleaving in two. Her eyes widened in shock, a silent plea for help. 

The red-haired man staggered forward, his mouth falling open in the smallest of gasps. Elain wished she had heard his voice, could imagine the low timber of it clear as glass. She guessed what he might whisper. 

Stay.  

Elain did not have the chance to shout, barely had the chance to blink. Eager hands casually threw her into the depthless waters of the Cauldron. Even then, the loss of contact had her noticing just how very alone she was.  

Elain felt each stab of ice slowly crawl along her spine, the single pearl from her ring shattering as the tiny pieces floated like shimmering snowflakes to the surface. She tried to watch them, could see their reflection mirrored like stars above her. Each spark of light winked out of existence, taking turns. The sharp taste of copper lingered, blood dancing on her tongue.

Darkness came again, and Elain let it take her without a fight.

[thestuffedalligator]

[hoodiemanic]

Titans tower summary ft that 1 quote

[copper-meadows]

It terrifies Bruce, a little, that the first time Batman and Robin pull up to a mauling victim, Robin is acutely calm.

The girl is young, and Batman and Robin were made known to the scene pretty quickly as Batman scares off the dog with a taser.

Despite being the adult, he balks a little at how well Dick handles the toddler in front of him.

Later on, when the girl is seen by paramedics and the mother is finally calmed after being assured that the only physical damage present would be some scarring on her left leg, Bruce takes Dick out for ice cream for being so brave.

Then again, Dick was the one to threaten death upon his parents' murder at the ripe age of 9.

But the incident is filed away, deep in the archives of the BatComputer.

Dick is much older, and has seen much more, but he's still calm when one of his brothers is half-torn apart by a shark on an impulsive surfing trip with their hero friends.

Everyone is panicking because as much as they'd loathe to admit, seeing something that gory is so completely different than being in costume (because being in costume means they're at the very least prepared).

But Dick is calm, and his first aid more immaculate than ever.

When someone asks him about it, how he can stay so calm, he's suddenly 7 again.

He's 7 again and watching his Uncle-not-really-uncle getting mauled by one of the sick tigers. He's watching as his father rushes to help and calms the crowd down.

When he asks his father why he was not scared, he receives this.

"I was terrified for my friend, but panic makes your hands shake, makes you slow. He did not need my fear, he needed me."

Dick tells them that.

[worm-on-my-way]

hc that danny just sees wanda and cosmo's true forms

[chloesimaginationthings]

This goes out to poppy playtime pianosaurus enjoyers

[sparkoflena]

Kon: Why are you staring at me so intently?

Tim, completely casually: I think I want to stab you with Kryptonite a few times. In different areas. For science.

Kon: ...why is my best friend considering torturing me?

Tim: I'm wondering if it takes you down so badly because it is truly that dangerous to you or if the invulnerablility of Kryptonians gives you a weak pain tolerance.

Kon: And you're asking me, a half human, instead of Clark or Kara?

Tim: They'd start telling Bruce about my "concerning villainous behavior" again.

Kon: And I won't?

Tim: I've kept fighting through pneumonia, a gunshot wound, and broken bones. And you go down when I poke you with a rock. Come on, you've got to be curious.

Kon: ...okay, I am a little curious.

Tim: YES! You won't regret this!

Kon: I will absolutely regret this.

[rooniearts]

Consider: Silver with hearing loss

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

no guys wait u dont understand she really doesnt care about him at all she swears

[wormspoodle]

that ford character

[saccharinescorpion]

in the new Game Changer there was a “show of hands” minigame and one of the questions was “who here makes over 250k a year” and a single person raised their hand which was already funny enough and then after the episode ended we learned that person is one of the most popular Minecraft streamers on the planet

[tierras]

with the ongoing ICE raids and anti-ICE protests in LA, please consider donating to bail funds for protesters through Jail Support LA. JSLA is a grassroots collective dedicated to helping people who face arrests at protests in los angeles.

as of today, june 9th, a US official has confirmed that 500+ marines will arrive in LA in the next 24 hours, arrests will only ramp up. please donate and reblog!

[onefey]

you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!

unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!

tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.

bonus rules:

you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny

take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)

apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender

have fun and be yourself!

[otiksimr]

Favorite genre of picture, snakes wrapped around bird beaks.

[southpauz]

DO YOU BLEED?

[shandzii]

I dont go here (ovenbreak) but my pookie likes them so lmao