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imreszekeres · 3 months ago

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For blorbo bingo 👀 Wolfgang. And maybe Lilith if you want

�� THREE BINGOOOOS WOOOOO OMG 🚨

Good job Wolfgang; This calls for a fanfic! Emi youve already seen this but nobody else has 👀

On a dark, quiet night, Wolfgang sat idly in bed, scrolling through a random subreddit… r/rarepuppos? He had no idea why he was here— just that these so-called rare dogs were adorable and oh god he’s been scrolling for two hours—

Sighing dramatically, he set his phone down, bringing his knees to his chest… Looking wistfully to the night sky shining through a nearby window, he worried his lip between his teeth. What does a man with no friends or partner even do on a Friday night..?

Glancing at a bottle of lotion on his night stand, he sighed. Right, that.

Just as Wolfgang reached to snatch the bottle from its place, he heard… a knock?

“Lilith?!” He shrilled, hurling the bottle at the wall.. Another knock broke the silence.

That’s… coming from the window?

Peering cautiously through the curtains, he was surprised to see nothing but a starry sky outside his window.. Tsking softly to himself, Wolfgang threw the window open for a closer look—

WHAM

Feeling his body crash to the ground before he could process what was happening, he felt his brain scramble for a moment, leaving his vision blurry…

“Are you okay?” A voice broke him from his trance, his eyes focusing slowly—

“HOLY SHIT—“ Wolfgang choked, eyes blowing wide at the sight before him.. It was humanoid, but with small horns and a long, thin tail… Its skin was a light pinkish-red, long black claws extending from its fingers, which were currently searching him for injuries. It wore a simple black lace dress, doing a poor job at hiding its generous curves—

“… hurt? I’m so sorry, hon, I jumped in a little too fast—“

Blinking back into reality, Wolfgang felt his jaw hanging slack, quickly picking it back up before clearing his throat.

“… Who are you?” He asked simply, voice cracking slightly. The creature’s worried expression faded to one of genuine amusement, their flushed cheeks pushing up in a smile.

“My name is Ash… I’m an incubus!” He chirped. Wolfgang had only just noticed, but the creature was straddling his hips—

“Are you… Here to kill me?” He marveled, a grin tugging at his lips. “I’ll have you know Im actually a vampire, so I don’t think—“

“Oh, me too!” The incubus chirped, gently peeling back his lips to reveal a pair of strong fangs. Wolfgang’s smile faded.

“Oh… Um, cool…” he mumbled, feeling overshadowed by this… Being. “Why are you breaking into my house, though? Did I do so—“

His sentence was interrupted by a weak wheeze from himself, eyes blowing wide as the incubus leaned down to brush his lips against Wolfgang’s ear.

“I’ve been watching you, love…” Ash cooed softly, tilting Wolfgang’s chin up with his finger. “And I want you… So, so bad—“

“Very funny, Lilith!” Wolfgang called, craning his neck to look around the room. “She sent you, yeah? Trying to trick me? Look, whatever she paid you, jus—“

Finding the incubus’ lips pressed firmly against his, Wolfgang could only shudder slightly, his eyes wide as Ash slowly pulled away.

“How ever can I prove I’m no trick, hm?” Ash purred, allowing his hips to settle on the taller man’s. “Should I start by taking care of this…?”

Rolling his hips against the growing strain in Wolfgang’s pajama pants, the incubus chuckled darkly, biting his lip as the taller man’s cheeks flushed deep red.

“I-I don’t… I mean, I’ve never… Um—“

“First time jitters?” Ash cooed softly, stroking the taller man’s cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands… Would it help if we were in your bed? The floor can’t be too comfortable for you..”

Only able to nod, Wolfgang could feel his heart pounding in his chest as the creature stood, helping him to a stand and pulling him over to the bed…

“Get comfy, hon… Let me take care of you.” The incubus soothed, coaxing Wolfgang to lay back against the pillows. He propped himself up a bit, eyes still wide as Ash climbed over him.

“Please let me know if you’re ever uncomfortable, okay? Your first time should be special.”

Seating himself on Wolfgang’s lap, the redhead pressed hot, slow kisses up his neck, sending a shudder up his spine… His hands shakily found their way to Ash’s hips, unable to suppress a breathy moan as the incubus slowly trailed its tongue along his neck.

“Do you want this…?” Ash whispered, pressing his forehead against his lover’s. Wolfgang nodded quickly, eyes focused on the incubus’ face, wanting to keep every detail locked in his mind in the event this was just a dream. The redhead chuckled softly, running his hands across Wolfgang’s chest.

“I like your tattoos…” He marveled, bright blue eyes scanning across the knotted vines and leaves imprinted onto his lover’s skin. “Can I take these off?”

As his hands moved to slowly trail across the waistband of the taller man’s pajama pants, Wolfgang jumped a bit, but nodded nonetheless. Ash shook his head.

“Use your words, love… I need to make sure this is all okay. Tell me how you want me.”

Swallowing thickly, he spoke.

“I… I’m willing to do anything.” He breathed. “Er— well— almost anything, I guess? Um, can… Can I touch you a little first?”

Ash blinked in surprise.

“Uh, sure! People usually don’t ask that, I’m flattered.” He chirped, moving to pull his dress over his head. Tossing it to the side, Ash grinned coyly as his lover’s wide eyes scanned over his form.

“Touch away… Just do what feels right.” He cooed, gingerly taking Wolfgang’s hands and placing them on his wide hips. The taller man pulled him closer, capturing him in a slow, deep kiss as his hands wandered across the soft expanses of Ash’s flesh. Ash ground his slit against the considerable bulge in his partner’s pajama pants, nipping at his lower lip. He was rewarded with a quiet, needy moan from Wolfgang, who already looked ready to combust judging by the dark blush dusting his cheeks.

“You sure you just want to touch~?” Ash cooed. “We can do so much more than that—“

Finding himself pressed into the mattress by his shoulders, Ash’s eyes blew wide as his partner’s lips met his again, this time much more ravenous.

“I don’t know who you are, Ash…” Wolfgang purred softly, a smile tugging at his lips as he pressed tender, hot kisses down the smaller man’s neck. “But I don’t think I’ve ever needed anyone this badly before…~”

Ash’s breath hitched as the other man trailed his tongue down the valley between his breasts, to his navel, t—

“Ah?!”

His eyes blew wide as Wolfgang hiked both his legs up, spreading him with an affectionate chuckle.

“I wanna remember tonight… All of it. I’m in no hurry…”

Licking a stripe up the smaller man’s cunt, Wolfgang was pleased to find him dripping with need, his arousal sweet and heady on his tongue. He moaned softly as he prodded his tongue into the redhead’s folds, eliciting a surprised moan from him. Slowly, savoring each drop of sin, he lapped around for a second before finding a small, throbbing nub between Ash’s soft folds.

Aha! First try!

Laving his tongue across Ash’s clit, he practically came just hearing the needy, deprived groans that came from his partner, who immediately clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle himself. His light eyes rolled back as he reached a shaky hand to tangle in Wolfgang’s soft hair, pulling his face closer against his cunt and earning a guttural growl from the taller man, who responded by sucking gently at his clit. Ash moaned softly, his hips bucking instinctively against his partner’s face.

“Doing so fucking good… You feel amazing, baby..~”

Wolfgang purred softly, ego sufficiently stroked enough for him to pull back, easing his bottoms off. Ash bit his lip at the sight of him, achingly hard and leaking precum down the shaft.

“Start gentle,” Ash said softly. “You’re pretty big… I’m not used to that~.”

Now you’re speaking my language…

Grinning coyly, Wolfgang positioned himself above the incubus, allowing Ash to gingerly guide his cock into his soft, wet heat.

“Fffffuck—“ He groaned softly, burying his face in the redhead’s neck to stifle himself as he eased in, sinking his throbbing cock in to the hilt.

“You sure you wanna be on top?” Ash asked softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “I don’t mind— ah~!”

Clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle himself, Ash’s eyes rolled back as Wolfgang began to move, setting a slow, deep pace at first.. Panting softly, the smaller man wrapped his legs around his partner’s hips, pulling him deeper inside. Wolfgang growled softly, his nails biting into Ash’s shoulders as he sped his pace.

“Such a pretty boy…” Ash marveled, carding his fingers through the taller man’s hair. “You look so good like this… Mmmh~”

Arching into Wolfgang’s touch, the incubus reveled in the soft, breathy whimpers escaping his partner’s lips as he rut, hips bucking erratically into the redhead’s tight heat.

“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” Ash cooed, holding his partner’s face in his hands as he gazed longingly into his glazed, half-lidded eyes. “God, you feel so good—“

Burying his face in Ash’s neck in a sad attempt to stave off his release, Wolfgang moaned softly, biting down on the tender flesh. The incubus cried out, arching his back as a shiver rolled down his spine.

“F-fuck— keep doing that—“

A low growl rumbled in the taller man’s chest as he clamped down onto Ash’s neck, eyes rolling back as the metallic taste of blood flooded his mouth.. A familiar heat coiled in his stomach, signaling he was close.

Be it the low, breathy keens escaping his partner’s lips, or the soft, warm grip of his cunt enveloping him, Wolfgang came with a weak cry, eyes rolling back as he filled the incubus.

His eyes popped open as reality flooded back to him. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips and, swallowing dryly, he pulled back a bit.

“S-sorry..” Wolfgang mumbled, biting his lip. “I uh, don’t have a lot of experience—“

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Ash soothed, running his fingers through the taller man’s thick hair. “We have all the time in the world to learn, don’t we baby~?”

Eyes blowing wide, Wolfgang could only sputter uselessly at the prospect of this… being wanting to continue seeing him.

“Why me?” He asked, genuinely curious. Ash smiled kindly, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I told you, I've been following you for some time… I think you’re really cute.”

Chuckling softly, Wolfgang nuzzled his lover’s cheek.

“I can’t say I blame you… I’m a pretty nice guy, too, for what it’s worth!”

Ash’s eye twitched slightly.

“… Right. Um, do you want me to stay and cuddl—“

“YES.”

#ash art #under the cut anyway #asks #hurrl #wolfgang

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nomial-decimal · 1 year ago

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Watching horror movies in October!

Die, Monster, Die! - 1965, Dir. Daniel Haller

*CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE AND BOOK*

Starting off this October thing, is Die, Monster, Die! which casts Boris Karloff with other people I don't know :D, this is based off of The Color Out of Space by racist author, H.P. Lovecraft.

This movie has been on my watch list for awhile since I like Karloff, so I thought it'd be the perfect time. The movie has that perfect blend of actual suspense and 60s B movie cheese. The effects were my favorite part and the actors abilities were decent. I REALLY hated how Suzan Farmer's character is written as like the "OH! My father doesn't tell me anything! Good thing there's an A M E R I C A N man here!" cliche female character. I really love the matte painting of the "blasted heath" in the beginning of the film, really sells the area of decay left behind. I don't know why, but Nick Adams just kept reminding me of Tin Tin.

I actually read The Color Out of Space after watching this movie, to compare the two. Aside from keeping some names; Karloff plays Nahum Witley, the first name is the same and both have a character named Merwyn, the main plot differs. Some points are the same; meteorite comes crashing into Earth, leaves an area barren and ash-like, kills the occupants of where the meteorite lands, the rest of the town hates the people the meteorite chose to crash near, at least 1 person spontaneously combusts. But the main vibe of the movie was sci-fi while the book was horror, more elements were left to the viewer's imagination in the book, oh and there was an alien squid locked in a cage in the movie.

Overall, 8/10 for the movie, 9/10 for the book. Would watch again for those effects :D

#me speaks #october #horror movies #review #die monster die

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creepydudesinthedesert · 1 year ago

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Mad Max Fury Road: Drunk Commentary Edition

EDIT: I figure I might as well post this since, surprise!! I'm actually sober now so there's no chance of me very finishing this lol. But it was funny to read when I wrote it up like a year ago. Enjoy!

I’m starting after drinking 2 canned mojitos, and a glass of wine WITNESS ME!!!!!

- I watched this movie because a friend of mine wanted to get with a dude, and here i am, 6 years later and it’s still my favorite.

- It’s crazy having a boyfriend whose super into cars and telling him all the trivia for this movie lol

- Max NEED SOME MI:Lk after that car crash

- Guys i found a movie poste r for fury road at a thrift bookstore this year amd its thebest $30 ive ever soent

-someone tatoo my bloodbAG info on my back

-yO anyone remember that furiosa comic that reached NO ONES expectations??? idk about that guy but im built different i could write a better one

- THE CHASE SCENE

- CHARLIZE THERON WITH THE BRAND WALKING AWAY FROM THE CAMERA

- poetic cinema/im gay

- WE. ARE. WAR. BOYS.

- Everything about the i,mmortans reveal gives me straight up D****T***** Vibes and you all know why i am not taking questions or criticisms

- you know youer drunk when you accidentally open inspect element

- KEEP HER NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH

- bro im abbouto rise from the ashes from this world b/c im GONE

- That reminds me, when drinking, HYDRATE

- I DO RESENT ITS ABSENCE YOU DONT GOTTA RUB IT IN

- FUCKER

- THE LOOK. THE DETAIL

- Organic always felt the most aussie of of the cast

- The fact they al respect her decision for "heading east”

- Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlboss.

- They dialogue between the brothers always got me because they seemed so normal. Maybe they actually had a good relationship together and rictus was actually mourned when it was revealed that immortan joe was dead.

- I did a paper on this movie my freshman year of college, yess i was a nerd, and yess I got a 100%

- ‘YOU CANNOT OWN A HUMAN BEING!”

- GASSLIGHT. GATEKEEP. GIRLBOSS

- ngl miss giddy you could’ve saved us a good 2 hours if you didnt miss

- #Killrapists

- NUX

- problematic fave turned wholesome fave

- “thas maigh whill!”

- “IM GONNE HISTORIC ON THE FURY ROAD”

- THE BEST SEQUENCE

- THE DRUMS

- THE GUITAR

- THE CARS

- DUN NA NANANA, DUN NA NANANA

- nux fangirling like me at the black veil brides concert last week

- I AM AWATED

- “...it’s a detour...”

- Im so gay

-oh my god i realized i havent seen this movie since majoring in russian language, I heard that whole exchange while not even looking at the tv

#mad max fury road #mmfr #furiosa #max rockatansky #nux #for anyone thats interested im actually 8 months clean!#life is good :)

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sweetrevxnge · 2 years ago

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Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Seventeen | The Shadow of the Past

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

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Word count: 3.6k

Chapter-specific CW: description of injury, pharmaceutical drugs, mentions of death, light ptsd

A/N: listen... I know I'm slow to update, but this chapter is hands down one of my favorite ones so far, so I needed it to be p e r f e c t. I also uploaded ch. 2 of my vampire!kylo fic, so there's a little extra something for you guys. enjoy!

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When you finally woke, the first thing you saw was the soft glow of the twin suns peaking over the horizon, spilling through the blinds and onto the infirmary floor. For a moment, there was peace. A piece of time filled with utter tranquility as you blinked the sleep away from your eyes.

But it passed. A haze fell over you, dulling your senses like an old knife as it carved into a bone. The clarity of your vision faltered, producing a double image of every item of furniture in the room. Various machines beeped around you, a constant, low drone in your ears. The white light of the overhead lamps seemed blinding to your sensitive eyes.

Hanging beside you was a green bag, feeding into a translucent line that stopped in the crease of your elbow. Below the bag was a screen, flashing with words in Aurebesh that were too small for you to make out.

Yet, something else was missing. Something that had grown overly familiar to you in the past few days. There was no pain. No pounding in your head, or ache in your shoulder. It was gone, but not eliminated. It had only been buried, locked away deep inside of you, held back by the cocktail of chemicals coursing through you.

Over the drone of the monitors, you could faintly hear a hushed conversation, happening somewhere on the other side of the white curtain that separated your cot from the only other one in the infirmary. Though you couldn’t see them, you recognized the owners of the voices immediately.

“You understand my concerns though, don’t you?” Master Skywalker asked, exasperated.

“Yes, I do. But that’s exactly why we need to go together,” Ben said. “You said it yourself—it’s too risky to open up the Academy to the New Republic’s surveillance. For all we know, they’ve already been compromised. You can’t just leave everyone’s safety in their hands.”

“If what you said is true, then the Empire already knows where we are. Every second that passes is on borrowed time.” Though only a whisper, Master Skywalker’s irritation was clear.

The statement hung in the air. Guilt crashed into you like a tidal wave, pulling you under the surface. This entire mess was your fault. It was your father that had laced the food supply and endangered your peers, and though you had killed him, you didn’t feel victorious. Instead, all you felt was a gnawing pit in your stomach, slowly filling with shame and regret.

The gravity of your actions weighed on you, crushing your chest under its enormity. To wake from a nightmare and find that it had all been real. He was dead, either lying cold in an unmarked grave or reduced to ashes, locked away in a storage closet inside one of the many decaying Imperial bases scattered across the Outer Rim. Knowing that his blood coated your hands made you sick, but even now, you couldn’t be sure that it had been your hands. It was greater than that, an act fueled by something larger than yourself, a force more powerful than all of the suns in the galaxy.

You pinched your eyes shut, trying to ignore the memory as it played behind your lids. Ben’s voice served as an adequate distraction.

“And that’s why it’s crucial for you to stay here,” he said. “Master, I’m your most experienced student. I’ve spent nearly my entire life training to become a Jedi Knight. Let me prove to you that I’m worthy of that title.” His demand turned into a plea, beyond that of a pupil seeking approval from his mentor.

“I admire your spirit, Ben. I really do. And that is why I’m trusting you with the safety of my students.”

Disappointment sank through you. The exact scenario you had dreaded from the beginning was coming to fruition and you were powerless to stop it. As unfair as it was, Master Skywalker’s logic was sound—especially considering his prior suspicions of your close relationship with Ben. Nevertheless, your heart ached.

An unamused laugh rumbled in Ben’s chest. “Some responsibility that is. Protecting people who each have a lightsaber of their own, and enough sense to know how to use them correctly. I’m honored, really.”

“You misunderstand me–”

“No, I understand perfectly,” Ben hissed. “I’m capable enough to track her down halfway across the galaxy and bring her to safety, but not enough to take her on an authorized trip to Ilum—which as far as we know, has been deserted by all civilization for centuries–”

“How did you do it?” Master Skywalker interrupted.

“Do what?” Ben asked, his voice guarded.

“Exactly what you said. How you found her, trapped in an abandoned mining facility halfway across the galaxy. How did you do it?”

At that, you pried your eyes open again, watching their shadows move behind the curtain. You had asked him the same question and never received an answer.

Ben hesitated for a long moment before finally answering. “I’ve been having these…dreams.”

“Dreams?” Master Skywalker asked. “What kind of dreams?”

“It varies. Most of the time, the details are a blur. But other times, they’re vivid—almost real.”

“How so?”

Ben let out a shaky breath. “I’m not sure. All I know is that the night she was taken, just after I had fallen asleep, I had one. But this time, it felt less like a dream, and more like a vision.”

Despite Ben pausing for Master Skywalker’s response, he never received one. So, he filled the silence. “It felt like I was there, watching her get dragged out of her bed by Ren. But no matter how much I wanted to stop him, I was helpless. A bystander trapped inside my own mind.”

“And in this ‘dream’, you saw where they took her?” Master Skywalker’s question was equal parts cynical and weary.

“No,” Ben said. “I can’t really explain it, I just…” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “Felt it.”

The ambiguity of his answer left you unsated, but seemingly was enough to conclude Master Skywalker’s interrogation. He was wise, more knowledgeable in the Force than you could ever wish to be. Perhaps all of this could be explained by the inexplicable ways of the Force—just like your connection with Ben. Mysteries best left unknown, you supposed.

“I sense that your feelings are clouded, Ben. I worry about you,” the Jedi Master said quietly.

Reluctantly, Ben replied, “There’s no need to.”

“These dreams you’re having are…unusual. Perhaps the Force is trying to warn you.”

“Warn me about what?” His tone was curt, more bold than yours would ever be when speaking to your Master.

You squirmed under the layers of blankets, suddenly uneasy about where this conversation was leading.

“Everything. The danger of forming attachments, the fear of loss. My own Master taught me these lessons—it’s only right that I pass them on to you.”

“That’s insane,” Ben scoffed, shifting his weight. “And I would’ve done the same for any of my classmates.”

“Really? You would’ve flown across the galaxy without my permission if, say, Voe had gone missing?”

The question must have struck a nerve, receiving no response from Ben. The vitriol for Voe that had been stowed away during the chaos quickly resurfaced, stronger than ever. You imagined what she would say if she knew the circumstances, that your father worked for the Empire this entire time. It was just the fuel she needed to turn your peers against you—once and for all.

A venomous feeling wrapped around your heart, sinking its claws deep into your flesh. Your pulse rose, and as it did, the machine recording each heartbeat grew louder, more rapid.

“Is that?” Ben asked in a hushed voice.

“She is awake,” 4-3B announced from the other end of the infirmary.

In the seconds that followed, you debated whether it was better to pretend that you were still sleeping, or give in and fully wake up. With little time to decide, you settled on a mix of both, inhaling deeply as you lazily rubbed the sleep from your eyes with the heel of your palms. As much as you would have liked for them to continue their conversation, you also knew that this was unavoidable—unless you could magically induce yourself into a coma.

Metal fingers wrapped around the white curtain as Master Skywalker pulled it back, revealing him and his nephew, both with unkempt hair and dark circles etched under their eyes.

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Master Skywalker asked, offering you a tender smile.

Ben’s gentle, brown eyes landed on you instantly, scanning your face. Your cheeks burned under his gaze. Stars, you missed him. Close to you, holding you. But now wasn’t the time.

You cleared your throat. “I’ve been better,” you croaked, reaching for the pitcher of water beside you. Unfortunately for you, it was set on the table by your injured arm, the one that was still wrapped in bacta patches. Weakly, you gripped the handle of it, disappointed to find that the bacta treatments had only healed your bones—not your strength.

It took all your effort to raise the straw to your lips. Water spilled from the spout of the pitcher and onto your blankets, shocking your warm skin beneath. Before you dropped it, Ben’s hand clasped onto yours and steadily guided it to your lips.

“Thank you,” you said in a small voice, pinching the straw between your fingers and taking a few, long sips of the cold water.

Ben smiled and nodded in response before setting the pitcher down. “Let me get you a new blanket, too.”

“No, it’s okay. I already have too many as it is.” You managed a smile as you pinched the stack of fabric covering you.

“Since you arrived, your temperature has been below the normal parameters. In order for you to recover in a timely manner, I have placed multiple exothermic blankets on you and adjusted the heat settings in the infirmary,” 4-3B explained, shuffling over to your bed. It was holding a sleek, silver tray with an array of fresh bacta patches spread over it.

“I’m getting you a new blanket, whether you like it or not,” Ben said, already scouring the room for a fresh one.

“Any updates, Threebee?” Master Skywalker asked, peering at the new patches as the droid set them down on your table.

“By my calculations, as well as her impressive response to the initial bacta treatments, she should recover fully in the next week.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” he said, beaming at you. “As soon as you’re feeling up to it, you and Ben will go to Ilum. Now more than ever, you need a lightsaber that is attuned to you.”

You blinked. Did you mishear him? Or had he really changed his mind in the last five minutes? Behind Master Skywalker stood Ben, a smile ghosting his lips. You wondered if his heart was beating as fast as yours was.

Embarking on this journey seemed mundane in comparison to what you had survived. But despite the unknowns that laid ahead—particularly the looming threat of being hunted by the First Order—there was also anticipation, excitement. To experience adventure with Ben. A taste of the life that, for now, was not an option—and likely would never be. It was all you had ever wanted, and it was finally happening.

“Artoo will accompany you two in my place,” Master Skywalker added.

“What?” Ben said, returning with a folded blanket in his hands. “Does Geegee not meet your standards?”

“I hardly see how having two droids instead of one is a hindrance.”

Your eyes darted between the two men. “Excuse me, who’s Artoo?” you asked sheepishly.

“He’s my astromech unit,” Master Skywalker answered before looking at Ben. “And he will be going with you, or you won’t go at all.”

Ben shook his head in disbelief as he peeled the damp blanket back and draped the new one in its place. “Fine.”

Master Skywalker flashed a wry smile at his nephew before clearing his throat. “Now Ben, Threebee, if you both don’t mind, I’d like to speak with her. Alone.”

Ben’s eyes flicked between yours and Master Skywalker’s before he nodded reluctantly, turning his back to the both of you and letting the door slam shut behind him. You winced at the sound.

“Of course, Master. I will come back later,” the droid said, abandoning the tray of patches and hobbling behind the curtain, out of sight.

Ignoring his nephew’s rather dramatic exit, Master Skywalker pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, smoothing out the front of his robes. Blood thrummed in your ears and your head pounded as you propped yourself up on your elbows, biting down on your lip when you shifted your weight onto your injured arm. Whatever analgesic was infusing through the line was quickly neutralized when you started moving.

Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you faced him, avoiding his gaze. Without him saying a word, you already knew exactly what conversation would ensue.

The two of you were quiet for a moment, chests rising and falling with every breath, before he clasped his hands around yours, squeezing firmly. In the silence, his gray eyes spoke volumes, carrying a heavy weight.

“I cannot overstate how grateful I am for your safe return,” he said, his lips trembling as he pressed them into a tight line. “And I feel it’s necessary that I apologize.”

Your hand burned between his—not from discomfort, but rather from the contrast of heat against your cold skin. 4-3B had been right about your body temperature. The sensation made your condition seem real, less like clinical words being thrown around.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Master,” you said, shaking your head. “It wasn’t your fault. It was no one’s fault but my own.”

He sighed through his nose. “I was afraid you would say that.”

Taken aback, you remained quiet. It was the truth—all of this was your fault. If it weren’t for your lunatic father stalking you and wreaking havoc upon your life, you wouldn’t be in this situation, sitting across from your apologetic Master, heavily medicated in an infirmary. Truthfully, this was the best case scenario. No one else was hurt—excluding, of course, those who had impeded your efforts to get back to the Academy. But collateral damage was a consequence of war, which by the looks of it, was on the horizon. It was only a matter of time before the First Order resurfaced. Then, it would be your responsibility to help eliminate them, to snuff out the smoldering remains of the Empire.

Master Skywalker continued. “I failed to protect you—to protect all of my students. This is my burden to bear, not yours.” Releasing your hand, he leaned back, his knuckles white against the arms of the chair. “Lately, things have been…clouded. I can no longer rely on the Force alone for insight, but I will find other means to protect the Academy. I promise you this—from now on, you will be safe here. Always.”

You nodded in understanding. But there was more to the story, more that he didn’t know. Ben had only told him what he had seen—the rekindled power of the Empire. It was your responsibility to tell him what happened on Zeffo, admit to what you did. Sweat gathered in your palms at the memory of your father’s death, the image of him lying lifeless on the ground burned into your eyes. What would Master Skywalker think of you when he knew? Would this be the offense that broke the dam? Expulsion seemed like the best outcome of making this confession.

“Master, there’s something else you should know,” you said, afraid to raise your voice above a whisper.

His shoulders sagged. “I know. The Empire is rising again.” His defeat was tangible, as if he had single-handedly let down the entire galaxy. In fairness, you couldn’t imagine how he must have felt, given his role in destroying it nearly thirty years ago. A rebel with an unbreakable spirit, now forced to watch helplessly as insurgents breathed life back into the entity he had fought to dismantle.

“Ben told me,” he sighed. “I’ve already contacted my sister in Republic City. The New Republic special forces will handle this.”

“It’s not that—well, it is that, too. There’s more.” The words were heavy on your tongue, sticking like molasses. A tiny voice in your head reminded you that you were not obligated to tell him—you weren’t obligated to tell anyone. But the nagging feeling in your gut told you that honesty was the only path to inner peace.

“The person responsible for this operation wasn’t just some Imperial zealot. It was my dad. My own father did this to me.”

Master Skywalker clenched and released his jaw, digesting the information. “That’s…” He paused. “Terrible.”

You nodded in agreement, unsure what to say.

“I imagine that must have been very difficult to cope with,” he added.

“It was. My entire life changed in an instant, and honestly, I don’t really know if I’ll ever come to terms with it,” you said, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. Master Skywalker watched you from his seat, completely silent.

“But it doesn’t matter now. He’s dead.” You paused, hesitating one last time. “I killed him.”

A heavy silence fell over the room, making the air thick and difficult to breathe. You let out a shaky breath in relief. The burden was gone, but it was short-lived. Involuntary tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, burning your skin.

When he didn’t respond, you scrambled to articulate something to soften what you had just admitted. But what could you say? The Jedi were peacekeepers, protectors of the light—and more and more, you found yourself straying from its path.

“Master, I-I’m a monster,” you whispered, warm tears pouring over.

“What he did to you wasn’t right. Acting out of self-defense does not make you a monster,” he finally said, his voice calm.

You lowered your gaze to your hands, now resting in your lap. “Only I wasn’t acting in self-defense. When I asked him where my mother was, he admitted to murdering her. He compared her to a sick animal.” Blood boiled under your skin at the memory. “And when he said that, I wanted to hurt him—more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything. I wanted him to feel the way I did, how my mom felt when she died by his hand.”

With narrowed eyes, he stared at you, an inscrutable emotion written across his face. Not one of malice or disappointment, but something akin to curiosity.

Releasing a long breath, you added, “I wanted justice.”

“I can see why,” he said, resting his jaw on his metal hand. “The conflict you felt is…familiar to me.”

Of all the reactions you had anticipated, empathy was not one of them.

“It is?” you asked.

“Yes. Decades have passed now, but the feeling still lingers. The disappointment. The anguish.” His gaze was distant as he spoke, silently reliving his own experience.

“What did you do?” you asked. “I mean—what did you do to get rid of it?”

He drew in a long breath before exhaling with a renewed energy, his eyes brighter. “Time passed. Meditation helped me organize my thoughts, sort through my emotions before tucking them away in their designated spaces…” His thought trailed off into oblivion, but you didn’t want to intrude. He was being gracious enough by sharing at all.

“It was my father, too,” he said reluctantly. “The source of my conflict, my sorrow—it was him.”

His confession ignited hope in your chest, a hope that you, too, could be reprieved.

“I won’t bore you with the details, but his actions could be categorized in a similar way as your father’s. Heinous acts, hurting the people he once loved…” He pressed a finger over his mouth in thought, twisting his peppered beard between his fingers. “For a long time, I blamed myself. I thought that if I had just known earlier, then somehow I could’ve stopped him. Put an end to his cruelty.”

“And did you?” you asked, lost in his story. “Were you able to stop him?”

He let out a soft sigh. “In a way, yes. But the darkness had its claws in him, and there was no absolution for him in this world. In the end, he taught me a lesson—one that I will carry with me forever. Just as you will, too.”

Admiration filled your chest. Throughout the galaxy, Luke Skywalker was a legend, a myth told by firesides and to children before they fell asleep. But he was alive—a living, breathing being with more adventures in his pocket than most would have in a lifetime. And here he was, in the flesh, relating to your experience.

“Master, teach me how to process these feelings. I need your guidance, now more than ever,” you pleaded, curling your fists around the blankets in your lap.

“And you will have it. But first, you need to rest. Strengthening your mind will require all of your energy—your body will need to be healed before you are able to,” he said, standing from his seat and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Until then, try to find solace in knowing that, in their own ways, your parents are at peace.”

With that, he left, easing the door closed behind him. A calmness washed over you, drenching you in a radiant warmth, soaking through your skin and bones. Through the clouds came slivers of light—thin and feeble, but unyielding. A sunset falling beyond the horizon, only to give life to the stars glowing in the night sky.

This was the lesson. Without darkness, the light was impossible.

#I even managed to find a gif that has a heart monitor in the background I AM A GOD #ben solo #ben solo x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren x you #ben solo x fem!reader #ben solo x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars self insert #kylo ren smut #ben solo smut #my writing

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eclipsecrowned · 11 months ago

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'by request' muses + how badly they break canon

MUSE: kokoro kyriakou FANDOM: a realm full of cardiovascular imagery RELATIVE: er*qus (uncle) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: not at conception when the relative had 0 backstory lore, but then the mobile game dropped, and now she is the merriest of mary sues -- and not just because she's related to a canon, either. lore has it only two apprentices survived an attack on their generation of wielders, so kokoro's dad can't even exist post-dr. multi-generational drift against canon events.

MUSE: astraea l*cis cael*m FANDOM: last legend the fifteenth time RELATIVE: n*ct (brother), r*g*s (father), and *rd*n (ancestor) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: over her knee like a single dry twig. the whole narrative kind of depends on the end of a dynasty, and here i go introducing a member that is actively defying the gods and circumstances that make victims of her male relatives. she's mostly here to explore aspects of canon that were left to atrophy tbh.

MUSE: zorya constantine FANDOM: graphics about sleuths RELATIVE: miss fishnets herself and some cunt from beatlesville DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: surprisingly, no. there have been universes in the past that show her parents having reproduced, and in fact a complementary muse i play is her brother from one such universe. i tend to default to her being a visitor from another universe rather than any particular interpretation's child.

MUSE: 'valas' d*vir FANDOM: the gate of a norse god RELATIVE: 1-2's pc (father), v*conia d*vir (mother) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: prior to 3? no. v*conia's romanced ending -- the one i pursued as a baby kadi -- has her bearing the pc's child. after the character assassination of her in 3? yep. wretcheds of the c*ast completely scrapped her canon characterization to make a one dimensional zealot of her, so everything came crashing down for valas' lore. my city now, though.

MUSE: kayden c*nnors FANDOM: marvelous graphics RELATIVE: the l*zard / dr. c*rt c*nnors (father) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: yeah. she doesn't even get a zorya pass of other lore existing that at best doesn't rule her out -- the c*nnors only ever have a single son in the whole of comics history. writing kayden in as an older daughter in the family dynamic upends decades of comics lore, and i revel in getting meta w it.

MUSE: mira snow FANDOM: a ditty of icyhot RELATIVE: br*ndon st*rk (father), ash*ra d*yne (mother), assorted canon relatives DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: ssssort of? it's implied her mother had a daughter prior to her death, and that it was a st*rk brother that was responsible. mira is me pursuing that plot thread and chasing 'what ifs' about her role in the already unconventional dynamics of w*nterfell. the big divergence is the kid is allegedly dead.

MUSE: ly*nna b*lton FANDOM: a ditty of icyhot RELATIVE: r**se b*lton (father), b*th*ny rysw*ll (mother), brothers out the wazoo DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: undoubtedly. while the lord of l33ches has many stillborn or cradle-withering sons to his name, no daughters are ever mentioned. it's pretty clear if she had survived where her brothers had not, it wouldn't be for long given her half-brother's proclivities. i am simply pursuing female horror narratives.

MUSE: laerion v*laryon FANDOM: a ditty of icyhot: revenge of the son-cousin of the prequel RELATIVE: c*rlys and rh*en*s (parents), l*ena and l*en*r (siblings) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: yep. family's fucked and then i throw another not into the fire, out into the roaring waves of their dominion. the heir who would give anything to be in his brother's shadow again. he's gonna be okay, though, bc my city now. i'm ridiculously fond of him and i can't be convinced to part with him.

MUSE: odessa h*rkonnen FANDOM: dewn RELATIVE: the h*rkonnens (extended relatives) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: not as badly as you would expect. we never get a full scope of the size of this noble house as opposed to the sparseness of their enemy's family line. an offshoot of the main line is not unthinkable, as we have no idea who in the family holds the ancestral planet together while the baron is absent.

MUSE: danae sp*ncer FANDOM: the malicious dwellers of the zombie apocalypse RELATIVE: the properly dishonorable earl sp*ncer (father) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: yes, canon makes it clear the earl is the last of his family -- but. i can argue the phrasing 'end of his illustrious line' could mean the family name dies with him, as danae would be anticipated to take her husband's name, or as i write it, that danae was disowned, disinherited, and no more a true sp*ncer.

MUSE: julia mayfair FANDOM: cawabooty RELATIVE: v*kt*r r*zn*v (great-grandfather) DOES THIS MUSE BREAK CANON: in all honesty? no. we know nothing of the man's backstory or connections prior to the war, save that he had a father who was killed by germans. this is a case where you can say anything about her great-grandfather and there's nothing contradicting or supporting you. there's no canon to break.

#pupper called this my 'self inflicted naughty list and he's right --#juliatbt #danaetbt #odessabt #kaydentbt #laeriontbt #miratbt #lyatbt #zoryatbt #valastbt #straytbt #kokorotbt

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cromerholt · 1 year ago

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URL Song

Pick a Song for each letter of your URL, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL

Tagged by @saxhleel hiiiiii :))

C: Car Crash Decisions - Crain

R: Russian Winter - Tamar Aphek

O: Only Anarchists are Pretty - World/Inferno Friendship Society

M: Marissa Wendelovske - End of a Year

E: Everything's Eventual - Spiritbox

R: Robespierre - billy woods

H: Honey in the Hair - Blackbird Raum

O: One Beer - MF DOOM

L: L'Via L'Viaquez - The Mars Volta

T: Today's Empires, Tomorrow's Ashes - Propagandhi

Im not tagging that many but Get This @noellevanious @phantomfitzroy @foolive @midbyte @thesexiestlobster @derekstronk @girldong

#I Literally Love shit like this BTW #Music is my life <3 I love music

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stealinghoneyfrombees · 2 years ago

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FAVE K-TUNES OF 2022

(In order of artist, then release) A aespa - Girls aespa - Illusion ALICE - DANCE ON Apink - Dilemma Apink CHOBOM - Copycat B BANG YONGGUK - Up B.I, Soulja Boy, DeVita - BTBT Billlie - RING X RING BLACKPINK - Pink Venom BLACKPINK - Shut Down BoA - Forgive Me BoA - 짓 ZIP BoA - Breathe BoA - After Midnight BVNDIT - VENOM BVNDIT - JIGGY C CODE KUNST (with 11Kitties), Meenoi - Take Me Conch - REDSUN Coogie ft. Lee Hi - Alone D DeVita - Bonnie & Clyde DPR IAN - 1 Shot DPR IAN - Mood DPR IAN - Miss Understood Dreamcatcher - MAISON Dreamcatcher - VISION Dreamcatcher - Fairytale E Epik High ft. YOUNHA - 그래서 그래 Gray So Gray Epik High ft. Colde - 비 오는 날 듣기 좋은 노래 Rain Song EXID - 불이나 FIRE F FIFTY FIFTY - Tell Me FIFTY FIFTY - Lovin' Me FIFTY FIFTY - Higher FIFTY FIFTY - Log in fromis_9 - DM G GEMINI - Do Me Right (G)I-DLE - Nxde (G)I-DLE - Change (G)I-DLE - 조각품 Sculpture (G)I-DLE - DARK (X-file) GOT the beat - Step Back GSoul - Everytime H HEIZE - 없었던 일로 Undo Hitchhiker ft. 3RD - Alone HUTA - BOOM Hyolyn ft. Jooyoung - Layin' Low HYO - DEEP I iKON - 너라는 이유 BUT YOU IVE - LOVE DIVE IVE - ROYAL IVE - After LIKE J j-hope - MORE j-hope - = (Equal Sign) j-hope - What if... j-hope - Arson JEY - Dirty JIN - The Astronaut Jiwoo - Evergray K KARA - WHEN I MOVE Kep1er - WA DA DA Kep1er - Up! Kep1er - Attention KIHYUN - Youth KIHYUN - Bad Liar KIHYUN - STARDUST Kim Hyerim - Your World KWON EUN BI - Glitch KWON EUN BI - Underwater L Lapillus - HIT YA! LE SSERAFIM - FEARLESS LE SSERAFIM - Blue Flame LE SSERAFIM - The Great Mermaid LE SSERAFIM - ANTIFRAGILE LE SSERAFIM - IMPURITIES LE SSERAFIM - Good Parts LOONA - Flip That M MAMADOL - WooAh HIP MINSEO - #Self_Trip MONSTA X - LOVE MONSTA X ft. R3HAB - Burning Up N NATURE - 넘어와 LIMBO! NCT 127 - Faster NCT 127 - 질주 2 Baddies NCT 127 - Time Lapse NCT 127 - 불시착 Crash Landing NCT 127 - Designer NCT 127 - 윤슬 Gold Dust NCT 127 - Playback NewJeans - Attention NewJeans - Hype Boy NewJeans - CookieNewJeans - Hurt New Jeans - Ditto NIve - what is life? NMIXX - DICE NMIXX - COOL (Your rainbow) O OH MY GIRL - Real Love OH MY GIRL - Drip OH MY GIRL - Replay P PSY ft. SUGA - That That R Red Velvet - Feel My Rhythm Red Velvet - Rainbow Halo Red Velvet - Beg For Me Red Velvet - Bomboleo Red Velvet - In My Dreams Red Velvet - Birthday Red Velvet - BYE BYE Red Velvet - ZOOM RM with Anderson .Paak - Still Life RM - Lonely Ryu Sujeong - PINK MOON S Seori - Can't Stop This Party SEULGI - 28 Reasons SEULGI - Bad Boy, Sad Girl SEULGI - Anywhere But Home SEULGI - Los Angeles SEVENTEEN - Darl+ing SEVENTEEN - HOT SEVENTEEN - DON QUIXOTE SEVENTEEN - Ash SEVENTEEN - _WORLD SNSD - FOREVER 1 SNSD - Villain SNSD - You Better Run SNSD - Closer SNSD - Freedom sogumm, Keumbee - 소금비 Salt Rain Sojeong - 내가 제일 사랑했던 노래 The song I loved Solar - 꿀 HONEY Sorn ft. Yeeun - Nirvana Girl STAYC - RUN2U STAYC - YOUNG LUV STAYC - BUTTERFLY STAYC - BEAUTIFUL MONSTER Stray Kids - 거미줄 VENOM Stray Kids - MANIAC Stray Kids - Charmer Stray Kids - CASE 143 SUNMI - 열이올라요 Heart Burn Sunny, Jungwoo, Renjun - Goodbye T TAEYEON - INVU TAEYEON - Can't Control Myself Taeyong, Jeno, Hendery, Yangyang, Giselle - ZOO TREASURE - 직진 JIKJIN TREASURE - 다라리 DARARI tripleS - Generation TWICE - Talk that Talk TWICE - Basics TWICE - Gone TXT - Opening Sequence TXT - Thursday's Child Has Far To Go V verycoybunny - On your mark verycoybunny - Lack of love VICTON - Chronograph VICTON - Stupid O'clock VICTON - Bonnie and Clyde VICTON - INK VICTON - Stay VICTON - Virus VIVIZ - BOP BOP! VIVIZ - Love You Like VIVIZ - LOVEADE W WHEEIN - 오묘해 Make me Happy WHEEIN - Pink Cloud WHEEIN - 파스텔 Pastel WJSN Chocome - 슈퍼 그럼요 Super Yuppers! WONHO - CRAZY WOOZI - Ruby Y YENA ft. BIBI - SMILEY YooA - Selfish YooA - Lay Low YooA - Blood Moon YooA - Melody YooJung - begin YOUHA - Last Dance YOUHA - NUMB YUJU - 놀이 Play YUJU ft. Mad Clown - 겨우, 겨울 Cold Winter YUJU - 데킬라 The Killa YUJU - Blue Nostalgia X Xiumin - Brand New

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pcrfectcrime · 12 days ago

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with the mix of a panic attack and her uncontrolled sobbing, most of nia's words were incoherent. she tried to calm down as best as possible. " c-car a-accident-t." she managed to get out. the sound of tires screeching and cars crashing into one another was still ringing in her ears. " ashton..." thankfully ashton kept he "r on the phone so they were able to calm her down, and also not feel less alone. the young femme was pacing back and forth in the waiting room while on the call with ashton. she had immediately hung up the phone once she saw ashton walking in; and she ran towards them and wrapped her arms around their torso holding them tight as she sobbed into their body. " she's in surgery. " she cried a bit more as she pulled away; using her sleeve to wipe away the tears and snot that had ran down. " i-it was m-my fault. if i j-just l-listened." the argument that her and her mom had was dumb. if she had maybe not caught an attitude with her mom, this wouldn't have happened - is what she thought. all she could do was look at ashton with sad, apologetic eyes. " i was such an asshole to her, ash. and you." ever since nia found out about her mom and her basketball coach, she was confused and angry and a whole bunch of feelings a teenage girl would feel. the relationship was getting better but there was still that angst. " her eyes were pooling again. " im so sorry."

as nia's name flashed up on their phone screen, ashton was immediately curious, it wasn't often that they received calls from svea's daughter, if at all, really. even though their relationship may have been strained, due to svea's affair with her basketball coach, ashton would do anything for their partner's children. picking up, they could barely understand what nia was saying through the sobbing, "hey - hey, slow down, nia." their voice tried to remain as calm as possible although alarm bells rang throughout their body. "what kind of accident? in hospital? is she okay? it's just precautionary, right? i'm already on my way." they said to her as they jumped into their car, all but speeding down to the hospital, keeping nia on the phone, doing their best to reassure her, whilst falling apart on the inside.

bursting through the door of the emergency room, ashton frantically searched for nia in the waiting room. their eyes fell to the young girl and immediately made their way to her, opening their arms to hold her close, "it's going to be okay. she'll be okay. she's strong, you know that. where is she now?"

#softdrabbles.

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bastsoldtrollblog · 3 years ago

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[REDACTED] crashed through building after building, the scent of blood filling her nose.

Tiny trolls fled and hid, but neither in their constructions nor their streets were they safe from her. In the open, they were burned to ash by her flames. Their homes were collapsed on top of them, crushing and trapping them, and the damage was too catastrophic for everyone to be saved.

A metal jaw. Long flowing hair, a single burning purple eye, a muscular frame. For a second, [REDACTED] thought she saw her last daughter in the flesh again.

And that woman had leapt into the air, aiming a spear to strike her heart.

. . . .

P I E R C E

[REDACTED] could sense this troll’s power. Something seemed to shatter, whether it was her barrier, or something else; The final chain of her fated immortality snapped and sealed her fate. She was to die.

The troll’s weight slamming into her was enough to knock the air from her lungs. A useless growl escaped her as the seadweller’s spear sank clear into her chest, she felt it lancing through her flesh, into her heart, into her very core.

[REDACTED] thrashed, catching the woman with a talon and sending her flying into a half-collapsed building. The spear still painfully piercing her chest she took flight, spattering the streets with blood as she streaked above them.

She flew until she was alone. Neither near, nor too far. She collapsed in the dry dirt, wheezing as blood slowly filled her lungs. She watched as the sun began to sink below the horizon, and wondered if she would survive to see the next dawn.

How useless her final struggle had been.

And yet.

How wonderful it was that trollkind had such individuals, capable of striking down their own gods. It was that very seadweller who had taken her Alrai’s life. She could see it in her eyes.

How foolish she had been to try to strip her gifts from trollkind. They had no need of them to destroy her.

Distantly she heard the slam of a troll vehicle door. She did not bother to shift her head until she heard footsteps approaching, a single troll.

The troll stopped when she moved. She narrowed her eyes at him, gently. He looked tired and perhaps a bit afraid, holding a rifle in his hands as though it might protect him, but he did not point it at her. What seemed most plain on his face was grief.

“Come closer, little one.”

He did so, hesitantly, as though fighting the movement of his own muscles but unable to prevent himself from heeding her. Once more, as though doubting himself, he reached out and lay a hand gently on her neck.

“Do you not think me terrible?”

“Not so much that you deserve this fate.” The troll murmured, his mouth seeming dry. “But we didn’t deserve it, either.” He ran his hand further along her scales, looking down at the ground.

[REDACTED] closed her eyes.

He had seen so much death by her. She could smell it on him, smoke and blood and dust from rubble. And yet he couldn’t find it in his heart to hate her. Far from it.

“Can I save you?” She heard him ask, and opened her eyes again. He was looking at her, and she could see it was neither grief nor hatred burning in his mismatched teal eyes.

She recalled how one of her gifted ones had thrown himself onto her cage to release her. How he had used every scrap of his own power to reverse the actions of another.

Her tone gentle, she narrowed her eyes again.

“Do your best, little one.”

#all things must end #atme writing #ankiro ic #ankiro melzau #ankiro writing #[REDACTED]#[REDACTED] writing

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moths-wc-aus · 3 years ago

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my personal suffix list

adder, ant, ash, aspen

babble, bark, beam, bee, bellow, belly, berry, bird, bite, blaze, bloom, blossom, blotch, bounce, bramble, branch, breath, breeze, briar, brindle, bristle, brook, bud, bumble, burn, burr, burst, bush, buzz

call, catcher, chaser, cherry, chirp, chive, claw, cloud, clover, cough, crash, crawl, creek, creep, crow, cry, current

daisy, dance, dancer, dapple, dash, dawn, daze, dive, dove, drop, dusk, dust

ear, ears, echo, ember, eye, eyes

face, fall, fallow, fang, feather, fern, field, fin, fire, fish, flake, flame, flare, flash, fleck, flicker, flight, flood, flower, fluff, flurry, flutter, foot, fox, freckle, frond, frost, fruit, fur, fuzz

gaze, glade, gleam, glimmer, glow, gorse, grass, grove

hail, hare, hawk, haze, heart, heather, holly, honey, hop, hope, howl, hunter, hush

ice, iris, ivy

jaw, jay, jump, jumper

kestrel, kindle

lake, larch, lark, lavender, leaf, leap, leaves, leg, lichen, light, lilac, lily, lion, lizard, lotus

mallow, marsh, mask, meadow, minnow, mint, mist, moon, moss, moth, mouse, mumble, murmur

needle, nettle, night, nose, nut

oak, oat, olive

pad, parsley, patch, path, pearl, pebble, pelt, perch, petal, pigeon, plume, pond, pool, poppy, pounce, prickle, puddle

quail, quill

rain, raven, reed, ripple, rise, river, roar, root, rose, rubble, runner, rush

sage, sand, scar, screech, sedge, seed, seeker, shade, shadow, shatter, shell, shimmer, shine, shiver, shriek, sight, skies, skip, sky, slate, slip, smoke, snap, sneeze, snow, song, soot, spark, sparrow, speck, speckle, splash, splotch, spot, spots, spring, stalk, stalker, stare, stem, step, sting, stone, storm, streak, stream, stride, strike, stripe, sun, swipe, swirl, swoop

tail, talon, thicket, thistle, thorn, throat, thunder, tide, toe, tongue, tooth, trail, tuft, tumble, twitch

valley, venom, vine, vole

wail, warble, watcher, water, weaver, weed, whirl, whisker, whiskers, whisper, whistle, whorl, willow, wind, wing, wish, wolf, wood

yawn, yowl

#warriors #warrior cats #mod ramblings #warriors suffixes #warrior names #name help #my resources

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lucifersresources · 4 years ago

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as always, feel free to alter/change pronouns/etc to fit!

look alive, sunshine/na na na.

" the future is bulletproof. "

" the aftermath is secondary. "

" i'll take what i want from your heart. "

" keep your apology. "

" kiss me you animal. "

" everybody wants to change the world. "

" no one wants to die. "

" make no apology. "

" it's death or victory. "

" crash and burn, young and loaded. "

" i'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory. "

" let this world explode. "

bulletproof heart.

" i'm who i've got to be. "

" these pigs are after me. "

" run away, like it was yesterday. "

" i got a bulletproof heart. "

" got a photograph dream on the getaway mile. "

" let's blow a hole in this town. "

" everybody knows you don't ever wanna come back. "

" let me be the one to save you. "

" i'm shooting out of this room. "

" i sure don't like the company. "

" stop your preaching right there, coz i really don't care. "

" get me out of my head. "

" i know how much you hate this. "

" are you gonna be the one to save us? "

" will you mean it when the end comes reeling? "

" hold your heart into this darkness. "

" i ain't gonna be the one left standing. "

" this world is after me. "

sing.

" you've got to be what tomorrow needs. "

" use your voice every single time you open up your mouth. "

" sing about everyone that you left behind. "

" you've got to make a choice. "

" raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth. "

" sell it till your last days. "

" buy yourself a motivation. "

" generation nothing, nothing but a dead scene. "

" wrote it for the ones who want to get away. "

" keep running. "

planetary (GO!)

" if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don't let go. "

" heaven ain't got a vacancy. "

" truth is now acceptable. "

" fame is now injectable. "

" faith is unavailable. "

" i can't slow down, i won't be waiting for you. "

" i won't be waiting for you. "

" i can't stop now. "

" this planet's ours to defend. "

" ain't got no time to pretend. "

" don't fuck around, this is our last chance. "

" just leave the party with me and never go home. "

" you ruin everything. "

" let's ruin everything. "

" (this is) the sound of my vendetta against the ones who planned it. "

" you keep eternity. "

" we're taking back control. "

" light up the effigy. "

" take the money and run. "

" i've got nothing to lose, you've got nothing to say. "

" i think i better go now. "

the only hope for me is you.

" remember me. "

" where will you stand when all the lights go out? "

" where were you when all of the embers fell? "

" i still remember them covered in ash. "

" i still think of all the bombs they build. "

" if there's a place that i could be, then i'd be another memory. "

" can i be the only hope for you? "

" you're the only hope for me. "

" we'll have to make it on our own. "

" face all the pain, and take it on. "

" what have we learned? "

" what have we learned? other than people burn in purifying flame. "

" though you can see me smile i still think of the guns they sell. "

" the only hope for me is you alone. "

jet-star & the kobra kid/traffic report & party poison.

" keep your gun close. "

" die with your mask on if you've got to. "

" everybody pay attention to me. "

" i got the answer. "

" hide your eyes. "

" we're gonna shine tonight. "

" i gotta shout this out so everybody knows. "

" this ain't a party. "

" here comes the gang war. "

" we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in. "

" ain't nobody gonna take my life. "

" ain't nobody gonna get the best of me. "

save yourself, i'll hold them back.

" i'm coming for you now. "

" i hope you're ready for a firefight. "

" the devil's got your number. "

" we're never leaving this place alive. "

" we'll never die. "

" get off the ledge and drop the knife. "

" not a victim of a victim's life. "

" this ain't a room full of suicide. "

" we're believers, i believe tonight. "

" we can leave this world, leave it all behind. "

" we can live forever if you've got the time. "

" save yourself tonight. "

" i'll tell you all how the story ends. "

" the good guys die and the bad guys win. "

" this ain't about all the friend you made but the graffiti they write on your grave. "

" salute the dead and lead the fight. "

" who gives a damn if we lose the war? "

" let the walls come down, let the engines roar. "

" i'm the only friend that makes you cry. "

" you're a heart attack in black hair dye. "

" save yourself, i'll hold them back tonight. "

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W.

" make a wish when your childhood dies. "

" we're all alone tonight. "

" hold your breath. "

" i'll keep you safe inside. "

" never mind about the shape i'm in. "

" leave a dream where the fallout lies. "

" love won't stop this bomb. "

summertime.

" when the lights go out, will you take me with you? "

" will you take me with you and carry all this broken bone? "

" you pick me off the ground. "

" if you stay, i would even wait all night. "

" i would even wait all night, or until my heart explodes. "

" how long till we find our way in the dark and out of harm? "

" you can run away with me. "

" you can run away with me anytime you want. "

" terrified of what i'd be. "

" people try and put the pieces back together, just to smash them down. "

" you stopped the noise. "

" don't walk away. "

the kids from yesterday.

" this could be the last of all the rides we take. "

" hold on tight and don't look back. "

" we don't care about the message or the rules they make. "

" i'll find you when the sun goes black. "

" you only live forever in the lights you make. "

" when we were young we used to say that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. "

" you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. "

" are are the kids from yesterday. "

" they only care if you can bleed. "

" here we are and we won't stop breathing. "

" yell it out till your heart stops beating. "

vampire money.

" we came to fuck. "

" sing it like the kids that are mean to you. "

" kids don't care if you're alright, honey. "

" pills don't help. "

" gimme some of that vampire money. "

" you look like somebody i used to know. "

" get your finger on the trigger. "

we don't need another song about california.

" give up or give it a shot. "

" money's all you got. "

" stop and stare at the accidents and stars that bore you. "

" we don't dare to sing another song for california. "

" everybody hears but no one needs to try. "

" fake your life. "

" the city lights are hopeless for you. "

zero percent.

" i don't like being alone. "

" synthetic animals like me never have a home. "

" i'm not the one you will be walking through. "

" if you kill him for me, well, then i'll kill him for you. "

" kill him for me. "

" i'll meet you down at the metro station. "

" i'm gonna show you how much i love you. "

" i hope you die. "

" if heaven wants to take us they can try. "

" i'm so glad right now. heartbreak, heartbeats got the eyes on you. "

" i got something to prove. "

" i got a knack for elimination. "

#rp meme #sentence starters #rp sentence starters #lyrics rp meme #mcr rp meme #mcr lyrics rp meme #my chemical romance rp meme

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icy-watch · 7 months ago

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From @c-r-ash-crash

#Auuuughhhh#I didn't even think of that last point#Well that thoughts gonna haunt me now

Welcome to the Constantly Being Haunted By Various Realizations Club.

Oh, Nya

#c r ash crash

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jordanstrophe · 4 years ago

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A Cinnamon Bun too Pure for this World, part 2

CW: Whump, heavily conditioned whumpee, offering themselves for punishment, beating and cutting implied, Whumpee trying to stay with whumper, panic attack, slapped, losing consciousness,

Masterlist

(Brain fizzled, if there’s any types, shhh, no one will notice, right?)

Whumpee sat in the passenger seat with his hands folded politely in his lap. His eyes were wide with a mix of emotions of fear, sadness and loneliness. They had never been away from Whumper this long. It felt like every second that passed of them being separated added another hit to his inevitable punishment when he finally reunited with Whumper.

Caretaker tried to keep their eyes focused, but he could see the boy trembling in the corner of his eye. “Can I ask your name?” Caretaker asked. The boy let out a shuttered breath when he was acknowledged, he was trying to answer, but no sound came out.

Caretaker sighed with a small smile. “It’s okay, I know you’re frightened. You had a rough day.”

Or was it a day? Whumpee seemed so comfortable with that man, he must have been with him awhile. Had he had a hard week? Month? Year?

“Cin...” He heard the tiniest voice murmur beside him. Caretaker let out a genuine smile.

“Hi Cin, my name is Richard.”

They pulled into the driveway, it was a cute house with a white picket fence surrounding it. Cin hardly looked up as the door opened for him, refusing to budge from the car.

“I’m... Sorry.” Cin muttered. Richard’s smile faded.

“You’re fine, it’s okay if you don’t want to stay here, you’re free to leave whenever.” He tried not to sound upset or disappointed, but he hoped the man would stay for just a little bit, until he could get on his own two feet.

“N-no! It’s not that! It’s... I never should have left the hotel!” He cried with guilt. “He... He didn’t tell me I could leave! I should have stayed right where he l-left m-me!” He blubbered, his tone crashing into tears as he covered his face from shame.

“Sweetheart...” Richard’s face fell.

“H-he’s going to c-come back for me, right? If I just s-stay... Right where he left me. He’s going to come back. He has to! I can’t do anything without him, he said so himself!” Cin cried.

Richard leaned against the car closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Cin, I’m so sorry, but he’s not going to come back for you.” He said. Cin’s cries grew louder and more helpless with his words. “But he wasn’t a good man, was he? Didn’t he hurt you?” He asked.

“No! Only when I deserved it! He was... He was-” His voice disintegrated as he stared off blankly into space.

“When did you deserve it, Cin?”

He didn’t answer, he seemed completely lost in an ocean of a thousand thoughts and words.

“Why don’t we get inside and settle in. I have a guest room you can stay in.” He tried to give him an excited smile.

Cin looked at him as he cleaned his face off. “H-hotel?” He muttered.

“No, I’m not taking you back to the hotel, it’s not safe there.” He extended his hand to him, as Cin’s hand instinctively shot out, wedging his wrist into Richard’s hand. He looked shocked he even did that for a stranger, but it was too late now as Richard shifted so he was holding his hand instead of his wrist.

A soon as the front door open, there was a fluffy golden retriever waiting to greet them at the door. Her tail swishing back and forth even faster when she saw Cin, who instantly perked up and beamed with excitement. He started making a high pitch squeaking sound that Richard hoped was a good sign as he collapsed on his knees to greet the dog.

“This is Daisy! She’s very friendly.” Richard smiled, Cin was already all over her with hugs and pets, ruffling her fur as she could hardly sit still with happiness.

Richard let out a chuckle, “I’ll make some tea for us, do you want anything specific for dinner? Are you allergic to anything?” He asked.

Cin froze as he blinked up at him with nervous eyes. This was a test, right? Should he be honest? He was afraid if he lied he would get caught anyway and make things worse.

“I can’t hav-... I’m allergic to fish.” He admitted. “Got it! No fish.” Richard said, disappearing into the kitchen. Cin was still locked in place, not sure what to do, until he quickly snapped to his feet.

“Wait! I can make dinner!” Cin called, bolting over to follow him. “But you’re a guest! I got this, you just sit down with tea and take it easy, mmaky?” Richard smiled, taking his hand and placing a warm teacup in it.

“Eh?” Cin blinked down at the cup in his hands. He was a guest? “But-.. But I can’t do that, I have to help! Please, I can do this! I can be useful!” He pouted.

“Alright! Alright, you can help, I appreciate it.” Richard chuckled, as Cin visibly relaxed with a relieved sigh. Cin did everything he was told, and executed quickly and flawlessly. He moved like a bullet anytime he was asked to grab this, put that away, add this. When he had nothing to do, he stood there like a stick soldier waiting for the next order.

Richard put two full glasses and other things onto a tray. “Can you bring this to the table?” He asked. For the first time, Cin didn’t move. “You.. Want me... To what?” He asked, his head curiously tilted to the side. “Tray? To the table?” Richard asked. Cin looked genuinely scared of the tray sitting innocently on the counter. “It’s okay if you don’t want to!” Richard added.

“No! I can do it.” He said with his voice trembling. “Are you... Are you sure? I can ge-” “-No! I can do it.” Cin mumbled as Richard raised an eyebrow. He tried to continue chopping vegetables while watching Cin with the corner of his eye. His hands were already trembling as he slowly placed them on each side of the tray. He braced himself as he lifted it, his heart jolting as he watched the glasses wobble dangerously. He turned his body around to the table, as soon as he got half way there, pain spiked through his left hand as it gave away. He let out a yelp as the tray hit the ground with both glasses shattering to pieces, scattering across the kitchen.

Cin slowly peaked his eyes open to see himself standing in a sea of broken glass. He couldn’t feel his hand anymore, or hear a thing. He only stood frozen with wide eyes looking at the awful mess he had made.

n.. o... no.... I didn’t... It was... no... an accident... didn’t mean it...

‘I’m sorry’ His mouth moved, but no sound came out. His eyes widened when he realized there was no air in his lungs.

‘Cin, breath’

His eyes twitched when he finally heard something.

‘Cin, breath!’

Breath? Breath what?

“CIN! TAKE A BREATH!”

He gasped into reality when he felt a strike against his cheek, the air filling his lungs almost felt wrong. He blinked awake, he was laying on the ground in the living room in Richard’s arm.

“Why weren't you breathing!? Cin! You just... Stopped breathing! You scared me to death!” Richard cried, his face pale with terror.

“I’m sorry.” He rasped, finally, words coming from his lip. He sat up as Richard helped him, still supporting his back just to make sure he was okay. He was light headed as the room spun.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Richard asked.

‘I’m sorry...”

“Cin, are you okay ?” Richard asked sternly, grabbing his shoulder.

“I’m sorry...” He muttered with a blank expression. Richard‘s eyes fell to his hand still clutched to his chest. He gently slid his hand in and took it, turning his palm around. There were inch long scars in the middle of his hand in multiple places. Robert’s heart dropped to his stomach when he realized what happened. It wasn’t because Cin didn’t want to pick up the tray, it was because he couldn’t.

‘Cin... Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” Richard asked, as Cin’s hand immediately retracted and hid into his chest. He looked up at him with glossy eyes.

“Because I didn’t want you to think less of me.” He sniffled.

“Why would I think less of you?! When did this happen?” He asked.

“About a year ago...” He muttered.

A year. He had been with that man for well over a year?! He stopped when he noticed Cin had been moving. He glanced up to see Cin had tugged his shirt off and set it to the side with his back turned to him.

“I-I’m ready.” He mumbled sadly, already beginning to cry silently as he hid his head in his arms against the floor. His back was colored black and blue from uncountable bruises and marks running down his arms. He looked as if he was thrown into a mixer.

Richard opened his mouth to panic, but now it was his turn to be breathless.

Cin waited for the belt or the rod to be brought onto his back. Usually his punishments had something to do with his stupidity as he realized he was probably going to be cut with the glass shards he littered the floor with. His skin crawled and shivered at the thoughts... Please just the rod... The rod was the easiest to ta-... What was he even thinking?! He didn’t deserve the rod, he deserved an appropriate punishment. But... The glass hurt so badl- His thoughts were interrupted as two arms wrapped around his chest, lifting him into his arms bridal style.

What... What is happening? He had never been carried like this before...

“No no no no this is too much.. Way too much for me.” Richard mumbled under his breath. Cin looked up at him with confusion as they both looked at each other like they were crazy.

Cin jolted as he was laid down into a soft plush bed and bundled up in blankets.

“Nope, I am in waaaay to deep over my head.” Richard continued to mutter under his breath, his face wide as if he had seen a ghost.

“S-sir?” Cin asked with confusion, looking up at him with big eyes.

Richard plastered a fake smile on his face as he brushed Cin’s wavy ash blonde hair from his eyes as he blinked.

“You’re alright sweetheart. I’ll bring you some dinner and a drink in a moment, okay? Just lie down and rest, you need to recover.” He said with a tone death voice.

‘Recover? R-recover... From what?” Cin asked with a tilted expression. Richard didn’t answer as he mindlessly walked out of the door, gently closing it behind him.

Richard gasped as his chest fell onto the table, his hands gripping into his hair. He hardly felt he was ripping hair out as he heaved for air. His back... That poor man’s back... It was unreal, inhuman, disturbing, horrifying... He collapsed his head on the table as he tried to shake the image from his mind. He had gotten himself buried into way more water then he could tread.

He would bring him dinner and a drink and get some much needed rest... He would call the hospital and police first thing in the morning, they were much more qualified at taking care of him then he was.

Cin was having an absolute blast getting comfortable in the new bed. It was so soft! So plush, so warm, it was like floating on a cloud! He stretched his arms over his head as he rolled around making the blankets wrap around his body over and over again. He froze half way as his eyes shot open.

He hadn’t gotten punished yet. He didn’t get beaten, belted or sliced. What.. What did that mean? That meant his punishment was on hold until tomorrow, correct? Why wait so long unless... Unless this Richard man had to set something up for him? He... He broke two glasses! There must some horrible punishment waiting for him when he wakes up and-

He froze when the door opened again, Richard stayed true to his word and set a plate and cup down at the desk and quickly left.

Cin shot up in bed as he looked down at the plate. The cup left for him was in a plastic cup instead of the glass one. He quickly drank the whole thing in one go, before looking down at the dinner

He didn’t deserve it...

It was late in the night, only the stars and moon in the sky were lit as Cin tiptoed across the living room floor. Daisy had noticed him awake and happily jumped around to greet him as he tried to shush her.

“Shh! I’m sorry, but I have to go.” He said sadly, slinking to the floor on his knees as he laid his head on her soft fur one last time. He quickly got up and slipped out the door, closing it behind his before Daisey could try and follow him. She stopped wagging her tail as the door shut, looking up at it with confusion, before spinning around and running into Richard's room.

She jumped up on his bed and licked his face until he squirmed awake with a groan.

“Hmmph... Daisey, noooo.” He tried, not even sounding authoritative. She let out a bark as he jolted, sitting up and trying to push her off the bed. She continued to bark and bark anxiously as Richard finally gave in and climbed out of bed. Daisy started running around the house in a panic, going from Cin’s door, to the front door. Richard blinked as he came to a realization and slammed Cin’s door open, revealing a perfectly made empty bed, the plate on the desk left untouched and a note sitting in the middle of the bed. He squinted as he flicked the light on and took the note~

Thank you for everything and I’m sorry

I’m going to go back to the one person

who can put up with me

Richard instantly bolted, throwing his robe and grabbing his car keys as he was out the door in a flash.

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