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Box Boy Apply Pressure
CW: slavery, dehumanization, brainwashing, creepy + intimate whumper, creepy comfort, stress position
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Whatâs this, I actually managed to write something SHORT?
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âWhat?â Ren asked, stunned, then sat up a little, âNo, pet of course not. You havenât done anything wrong, my sweet angel, no, I wonât punish you.â
âI-IâŠâ Soren was shaking, curling in on himself a little, eyes downcast. âI, Iâm not, um, trying, to disagree with you, Exalted. But, I, I am, doing something wrong. Iâm--being bad.â
âSoren,â Ren crooned, caressing his face, then making a fist and pulling on his hair, forcing him to look up at them. âExplain.â
âI--â Soren swallowed, beautiful eyes locked on their face. He looked so timid, it was delicious, and guilty, even moreso. They could only guess at whatever imagined slight was making him so tremulous, but they savored seeing him like this in the meantime. âI keep trying to remember my n-name. From before. E-Ever since those thieves, l-lied to me, I, my brain keeps--â Soren cut himself off with a choked noise and whined out, âI donât want to be thinking like this, Exalted! I donât w-want to wonder who I was before, I just, c-canât stop! My brain keeps g-going back to it no matter how hard I t-try to ignore it and s-stop wondering.â
He was so distressed, so precious, his face open and pleading with them. âI want to be good, Exalted, I want to behave. Please, make me better. Ren,â Soren breathed their name out reverently, âfix me!â he begged.
âShhhh,â Ren stroked his face, tears welling up in his eyes that made Renâs mouth water. âShush, darling,â they said after swallowing. âItâs okay, you did right by telling me.â Ren bent and kissed Sorenâs forehead, lifting him up by his hair to meet them halfway. âIâd reward you for being honest with me, but, like you said, you need to be punished.â
Soren smiled, adoring and grateful. âThank you, Exalted, thank you for c-correcting me.â
Ren nodded and slipped off the bed, stretching their arms out in front of them. âTell me, pet, did you ever manage to remember it? Your name?â
âN-No, Exalted. The only name I ever thought of was the one you gave me.â
âGood, Soren,â Ren praised. âUnchain yourself and get on the floor, position 5.â
Soren knelt with his nose to the floor, palms flat on the ground to either side of his head, his hair spilling artfully over his shoulders.
âActually, make it 12,â Ren corrected, pulling out a length of smooth rope, and Soren crossed his arms behind his back, a soft, confused noise escaping him. âShush, pet, try to relax during this as much as you can, alright?â
Soren made another small sound at that, and nodded against the veined marble of his bedroom floor. Ren bracketed him with their knees, body settled flush behind his, and they tied his wrists together. âShhh, darling,â Ren hushed, placing their hand just below his neck, right on the top knob of his spine, âthis is to make you better. This is to remind you not to think such terrible things. We just need to apply some pressure.â
They lifted his bound arms slowly, pushing without any rush, leaning their bodyweight into it until his arms were pressed to the verge of dislocation, beautiful little whimpers and gasps escaping him. âThis will help you,â Ren said calmly, and then started counting.
They counted slowly, taking their time, and they counted silently, so that they could hear each whimper, each shuddering, sharp exhale before he held his breath again. They delighted in each aborted wiggle, each moment his body tried to instinctively struggle against the pain before he willed himself back into stillness.
By the slow, easy count of ten, Soren was crying softly.
By a lazy fifteen held on the brink, Soren was crying loudly.
By a languorous twenty, Soren was letting out high keens with each exhale, body shaking intensely beneath Renâs hold.
By twenty five, their own arms were starting to tire, but it was more than worth it to feel Sorenâs body jerking and shivering apart, high, airless sounds like the sweetest music to their ears.
At long last, they counted to thirty, and almost felt like theyâd gone too far. Would he be coherent enough for the next part?
âWhat is your name?â Ren asked, clear, annunciated, loud.
âSoren!â Soren cried, his voice so raw Renâs eyes fluttered.
âWho do you belong to?â
âYou,â he sobbed, and Renâs stomach twisted happily, butterflies fluttering.
âWhat your name was before is?â
âI donât know!â
âClose, pet, Iâm thinking of an adjective. What was one of the first things I told you?â
âI donât--I donât--â he babbled, his body writhing more against their knees and arms now that his focus was on their words. âIrrelevant!â he gasped, head snapping up before he dropped it back down on the marble. âMy name before is irrelevant!â
âWhere do you belong?â
âHere!â he sobbed, âRight here, Exalted.â
They brought his arms down a couple inches, still strained, but not nearly as badly. The high, elongated whine it solicited was delicious.
âWhat is your name?â Ren asked smoothly.
âS-Soren?â
âWho do you belong to?â
âYou,â Soren said with relief, seeming to understand now.
âWhat your name was before is?â
âIrrelevant.â
âAnd where do you belong?â
âRight here, Exalted.â
They lowered his arms again, still pulled up, but like a normal stretch. It wouldnât have been painful if his arms werenât already aching.
âWhat is your name, my angel?â
âSoren,â Soren answered, sounding at peace, even though his voice was raw still.
âWho do you belong to?â
âI donât belong to anyone or anything but you, Exalted.â
âWhat was your name before?â
âIrrelevant,â Soren murmured, turning his face against the floor, âI only know the one you gave me.â
âWhere do you belong?â
âHere,â Soren said, breathing the word out like a sigh.
Ren settled his arms against his back and pet at his poor, aching shoulders a moment.
âWhat is your name?â they asked quietly.
âSoren.â
They untied the first half of the knot. âAnd who do you belong to?â
âOnly you.â
They untied the second half. âYour name before is?â
âIrrelevant.â
They gently, slowly moved one of his arms down, out straight by his side, careful not to move too fast or jerk the limb. Even as careful as that, Sorenâs beautiful, tear-streaked face screwed up with it.
âAnd where do you belong.â
âHere,â he answered, and Ren moved his other arm down, just as careful, just as slow. They pet at his hair, admiring how freckled he was, how lovely he looked when he cried. He cracked an eye open to look at them, and smiled.
âThere, pet. Perfect, just like youâre always meant to be. If your silly little brain ever tries to misbehave itself without me around to fix you, what will you say?â
âMy name is Soren, I belong to Ren, my name before is irrelevant, I belong here.â
Ren moved away from him, pins and needles down their legs, and pulled him half-up. They kissed his sweaty forehead and giggled.
âEw, youâre all gross now,â they teased, pinching his cheek. âGo wash up. And donât skimp out on anything just because your arms are sore, mâkay Soren?â Ren laughed lightly, their chest all light and fluttery and delighted by the afternoonâs events. âSore-Soren! Maybe I should call you that every time you mess up.â
Soren ducked his head and grinned, even though the motion made his shoulders jerk and he squeaked in pain. âYes, Exalted, Iâll be thorough.â
âGood boy. Meet me in the living room when youâre done; thereâs this baseball movie Iâd like to show you.â
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#whump#slavery#dehumanization#brainwashing#creepy whumper#intimate whumper#creepy comfort#stress position#ren#soren#writing#mine#bbu#box boy#possessive behaviors#codependent whumpee#back at it again with a shorter chapter#slave#pet
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Waiting
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In Laurieâs bedroom, she peers out her window. There is a creature like a spider, only much larger. She watched it weave its entire web, and now it is motionless; waiting. There is a knock on Laurieâs bedroom door. âCome in,â she says. She wipes tears from her cheeks and looks at the door hopefully.
When George enters, she groans and curls back up in her bed. âWhat do you want, George?âÂ
âYouâve been in here for a month. Why donât you come out and eat with us? Iâm going to start Lord of the Rings--âÂ
âNo,â she says.Â
âHave you talked to Tina at all?âÂ
âNo,â she says.Â
âLook,â he says. âI need to talk to you about something and I canât wait anymore.âÂ
âAnd the truth finally comes out,â she says, hands gesturing at the wall.Â
He comes all the way in. âIâve been thinking about Fate,â he says. âItâs hard to think about right now, but she isnât ageless like us...â He waits for a reaction. When Laurie doesnât move, he continues. âI can give her some general aging treatments that you pioneered, but she will still age in her DNA.âÂ
Laurieâs expression softens, but George canât see it. âThatâs true, George.âÂ
âWell, as you know, they canât get here to pick us up for another 80 years...â he says, his tone asking, âNeed I say more?âÂ
Laurie doesnât speak for a while. âI canât do it, George. Iâm sorry.âÂ
âWhat do you mean you canât do it? You did it on Earth!âÂ
Laurie finally faces him. âYeah, I had an entire university, itâs staff, and the scientific infrastructure due to centuries of work by thousands of scientists! I canât just whip up a batch of immortality potion just because you really want it, George.âÂ
His expression remains controlled. âHow can I get you to try?âÂ
âYou canât,â she says.Â
âPlease,â he says. âI want my daughter to see Earth. Please, just think about it.âÂ
Laurie doesnât answer. George stands and leaves.Â
Later, Laurie is sitting with her feet propped up in the lab. She hasnât showered in days. Sheâs eating a whole potato like an apple. âItâs kinda nice to give up,â she says. âYou know?âÂ
Soren is typing on the computer and glancing at the clones. Laurieâs own clone is somewhere between the size of an adult and a fetus. âYes, I do know, but not in the way youâre thinking.âÂ
âOh boy,â Laurie says, getting even more comfortable. âBlow me away with some of that philosophy, baby.âÂ
Soren smiles. âYou havenât given up. Youâre just putting on a big âIâve given upâ show for attention. When you have truly given up, everything will become clear to you and you will no longer get in your own way.âÂ
âYou think Iâm trying to get attention? Have you smelled me?âÂ
âYes,â Soren says. âCurrently.â He wrinkles his nose.Â
Laurie is quiet for a while. âFuck you.âÂ
Soren nods. âTell me about that anger.â Heâs still working.
âIâve lost everything and youâre sitting there telling me I canât even have this. I canât even be a slob without you ruining all the fun.â She takes a half-hearted bite of her potato.Â
âYou can do whatever you want,â he says. âYou can fool them with your show.â He nods toward the door. âYou just canât fool me. Or you.âÂ
âStupid insight...â she mutters.Â
Soren continues to work and Laurie sits close by, secretly thankful for Soren and that he was the only person she didnât feel embarrassed to be around.Â
The sun is getting near the horizon and the raw potato didnât exactly fill her up. She stands. âCan I get you some food, Soren?â she asks.Â
âSure, grab me a tray,â he says.Â
In the hall, a door opens on her way to the open area. Henry is coming out of Tinaâs office. He glances at her and then looks down quickly. He walks away. Laurie stopped in her tracks and watches his back.Â
âLaurie!â Tina says. Her head is sticking out of her office. âCome in!âÂ
âNo, I was just going to get some food for--âÂ
âShut up,â Tina says. The out-of-character response stuns Laurie out of her slump for a moment. âCome talk to me right now. Iâm not asking.â She walks back in her office without closing the door.Â
Laurie follows like a nervous deer. âSit,â Tina says. Laurie sits. âWhy havenât you been coming to your sessions?âÂ
âWell, Iâve been sorta all over the place--âÂ
âYeah, itâs a small dome,â Tina says, a quick smile. âYou know you signed papers that you would do at least one therapy session a day with me. Everyone did. We believed it was vital for the social success of the mission.âÂ
âIâm sorry, Tina--âÂ
âObviously, girl,â she says, scanning Laurie up and down with a pen in her hand. âYou know, I try not to let my own feelings get involved, but it also hurts me that you donât want to talk to me, you know?âÂ
âUmm, Iâm sorry, youâre kind of throwing a lot at me right now.âÂ
âHow do you feel right now?â Tina says.Â
â... Confused,â Laurie says. âAnd a bit provoked.âÂ
âThatâs good!â Tina says.Â
âHow is that good?âÂ
âHow were you feeling two minutes ago?âÂ
Laurieâs mind flashes to seeing Henry. Understanding grows on her face. âI see what youâre doing.âÂ
âCan you still tell me how you were feeling?â Tina asks, her tone returning to normal and sweet.Â
âDepressed,â Laurie says. She looks at the floor, her body slumping again. âAbandoned.âÂ
Tina nods understandingly. She puts a hand on Laurie. âAnyone would feel that way. What does it make you want to do?âÂ
âGive up.âÂ
âWhat does giving up look like to you?âÂ
âI donât know. Just not being here anymore.âÂ
Tina nods again. She lets Laurie simmer. âWhat else are you feeling right now?âÂ
âGuilt,â Laurie says. âI nearly killed Anna. Fate. Henry. I lost my baby...â She bites her lip, fighting the tears that fill her eyes.Â
âYou can let it out,â Tina says. She hands her a box of tissues.Â
Laurie allows herself to weep for the first time since she can remember. She curls up in the chair. Tina is quiet, a hand rested on Laurie, for the entire duration. When Laurie quiets to soft sniffs, she says, âFuck.â She begins to laugh. She sits up, still giggling. âIs it OK that I also feel like shit that I canât study McGregor anymore?âÂ
âYes,â Tina says. âI saw how happy it made you to study him. Thatâs part of the reason I didnât pester you too much for missing sessions.âÂ
âAhhh, fuck,â Laurie says. She blows her nose. She slumps. âWhat am I goin to do?âÂ
âWhat do you want to do?âÂ
âMaybe apologize,â she says. âUhh!â she puts her forehead in her hands.Â
âThatâs probably a good idea.âÂ
âOk...â Laurie says, resigned.Â
Tina stands. âI know youâre hungry, but you have to come back tomorrow.âÂ
Laurie nods.Â
In the open area, George preaches about the eventual return of the Earthlings. Henry is off to the right, working on his metal. Everyone else is at Georgeâs feet, listening intently. âTheir return is only the beginning of our lives. We will return to a new Earth, heroes and adventurers. Right now is not wasted time, it is time to really get to know ourselves...âÂ
Laurie grabs a tray of food for herself and Soren and heads to the back.Â
âI almost gave up waiting for you,â Soren says when she opens the door.Â
âSorry, I ran into Tina.âÂ
âSeems like it helped,â he says. He takes a bite. âEw, this is cold.âÂ
#Waiting#sulking#self pity#divorce#depression#thearpy#writing#writer's block#Stream of conscious writing#keepwriting#writeblr#writblr#story#short story#storytelling#start over#no more shame#shortstory#flash fiction#microfiction#flashfiction#fiction#short fiction
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Interview | Gwyn Soren
âș Name â Â âGwyn... Soren... Heh, it wasnât a funny story,â woman wistfully swirled her wine.
âș Are you single â âI am very taken. Just... not that way.â
âș Are you happy â Â âHell if I know.â
âș Are you angry? â Â âAgain... Not good at feeling.â
âș Are your parents still married â  âThat woulda been hil---hilarious,â she snorted. âIf dumping me brought them closer, well, more power to them.â
NINE FACTS
âș Birth Place â âCo---coerthas. I think.â
âș Hair Color â âRed. Dyed with blood of my enemies,â she looked up, her eye twinkling with amusement.
âș Eye Color â âVery pale red? Donât know much about colors.â
âș Birthday â Â âWeâll never know.â
âș Mood â Â âMood.â
âș Gender â Â âWoman.â
âș Summer or winter â âWinter. The colder, the better.â
âș Morning or afternoon â âNight. Take it or leave it.â
EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE
âș Are you in love â âNo.â
âș Do you believe in love at first sight â âI believe in hate at first sight,â with rueful look she adjusted the giant Sword that was resting near her table.
âș Who ended your last relationship â âCanât end something that didnât exist.â
âș Have you ever broken someoneâs heart â Â âOnly literally, I guess.â
âș Are you afraid of commitments â âAfraid? No. Avoid them? Yes.â
âș Have you hugged someone within the last week? â âEw.â
âș Have you ever had a secret admirer â âNothing to admire there,â she grumbled.
âș Have you ever broken your own heart? â âYeah, donât have one now.â
SIX CHOICES
âș Love or lust â âNeither.â
âș Lemonade or iced tea â Instead of saying anything, she raised her cup of wine and made a mocking toast gesture.
âș Cats or Dogs â âDogs. Companions.â
âș A few best friends or many regular friends â âDonât need much.â
âș Wild night out or romantic night in â âWho made those questions?â
âș Day or night â âI wonât repeat myself.â
FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS
âș Been caught sneaking out â âHeh, more than once,â she glanced at Gibrillont and smirked.
âș Fallen down/up the stairs â âNot exactly. But I climbed the roof once...â
âș Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? â âOh, it still hurts, believe me,â she rubbed her left hand somewhat absentmindedly.
âș Wanted to disappear â âDonât really feel like I app---appeared in the first place.â
FOUR PREFERENCES
âș Smile or eyes â âEyes. Very telling.â
âș Shorter or Taller â âShorter, I guess. My neck hurts as is already.â
âș Intelligence or Attraction â Â âIn---intel---ugh, say that again.â
âș Hook-up or Relationship â âNot a fan of being watched either way,â despite trying to look nonchalant while giving very cryptic answer, woman looked downright pissed.
FAMILY
âș Do you and your family get along â  âOh yeah, very hard to not get along when everyone else is dead,â she tried to laugh it off as a single traitorous tear appeared in the corner of her eye.
âș Would you say you have a âmessed up lifeâ â âLook at me,â she looked up once again to show off her darker than abyss eyebags.Â
âș Have you ever ran away from home â âNo. I walked away from it. Slowly. While carrying two dead bodies.â
âș Have you ever gotten kicked out â âNo. Was never invited to begin with.â
FRIENDS
âș Do you secretly hate one of your friends â âOh, I hate someone. But we are not friends.â
âș Do you consider all of your friends good friends â âIâve met some good... peoples.â
âș Who is your best friend â âNobody. Hmm... I guess, if I had to pick, Gibrillont is one of them good peoples.â
âș Who knows everything about you â âMy worst enemy.â
Tagged by @lareine-kiraâ, thank you for still tagging me in stuff, I appreciate it ;_;<3
Tagging @kyrie-silverwingsâ, @under-the-blood-moonlightâ, @you ăœ(*ă»Ïă»)ïŸ
#taggy tag#oc: Knight without cause#yeeey I did something!1#ngl its kinda important#she's about to FEEL things :^)
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TDP Umbrella Academy au
In collaboration with @itsgoingdownforreal
Beware of SPOILERS BELOW
- First thing off the bat, Callum is Vanya 100% you canât change my mind
- Who is 5? Aanya. 100%; Aanya could and would stab a bitch for a good reason. And would be smart enough and more than willing to sass Viren (as weâve already seen) (First i thought Ezran but Emi was like Em no Aanya and my whole world went upside down bc yes)
- So who is Reginald Hargreeves you ask? Of course itâs Viren, who else?
- Soren is Luther. Just the whole muscle, strong, big masculine shit but not being experienced in any sort of thing and being awkward is just- itâs Soren ok? But also being a sweet sunshine child(also Soren Iâm so sorry I kinda dislike Luthor but you wouldnât be as much of a complainey boy as him dw)
- Rayla? Diego? Knives? Sass? Fed up with Soren? Vigilante? Need I say more?
- Ezran is Allison but without the whole Allison Luthor shit bc number 1 ew incest and number 2 ew Soren is Luthor in this, hell to the no. Instead of I heard a rumour, itâs âa little bird told meâ because of his connection to animals. This also plays into the whole Allison and Vanya sibling-ship, with Callum and Ezran. Callum finally snaps bc he hurt Ezran and he would never do that.
- Callum is Vanya bc of the whole âIâm not special, oh wait I amâ stuff, also the whole artistic side, so instead of the violin, itâs his paintings (plus I can imagine Harrai with the whole pool scene at the beginning). Also the whole being confined thing similar to the whole dream sequence he had. And the panic attacks, etc.
- Hazel and Cha Cha are Runaan and Aaravos respectively, and Runaan falls for Tinker which will never not be cute
- Only problem is who is klaus and ben but then it hit me, Corvus is 100% Ben. Just the whole âdo i really have to do this?â and âcan we go home now?â and just being a soft book boy, but also being fucking badass at the same time
- I was so torn between Corvus being Dave and Gren being Ben but Emi and I went with Corvus bc I have more ideas with Dave!Gren. With the whole Corvus and Ben being like kind of sarcastic and physically punching her because heâs her right hand man, and someone she; âafter countless battles and secret missions, Corvus earned Amayaâs trust foreverâ (thanks tdp official website), which brings me to who I want to be Klaus-
- Amaya. No, she doesnât turn to drugs. No, she doesnât go into rehab. She puts her efforts down into fighting, into being a true member of the Umbrella Academy. She and Soren are the Umbrella Academy team that stay behind. But Viren benches her for being too violent, letting her emotions take control.Â
- In this au Amaya becomes deaf from an explosion that killed her sister. She doesnât start out adopted as a baby by Viren, and instead joins when her parents realise she can see her sisterâs ghost.
- The three ghosts she sees the most are; Gren, Sarai and Corvus. Itâs Sarai that kept her company, guiding her while Gren was still alive, and helping her make friends with him when she had no others. Itâs Corvus she becomes friends with- a soft spoken tracker who has a talent for fighting and shares her interests and oh my gosh he knows sign language. And give me the angst where Amaya canât call or signal for a medic bc no one else knows sign language- and give me Gren signing âI love youâ as his last words to her, and saying them as he signs them.
- Mom is still mom bc I love her and I wish she was my mom (me? not talking to my actual mom? itâs more likely than you think)
- Pogo is Harrow, but like instead of a monkey heâs a human sized bird humanoid that was originally called Pip- do you see where Iâm going with this ;)
- Janai just is the handler but she wears suits instead of dresses bc Janai is a suit kinda woman thank you very much
- Claudia is Leonard bc she has a thing with Callum and also she wanted to be a part of the Umbrella Academy but Viren said that her powers were too dark and she escaped when he tried to contain her and dampen her powers like with Callum
- She knows about Callumâs powers because she remembers going through training with him bc they were the most dangerous and she remembers that he had powers so sheâs confused when he shows up and just...doesnât?
- Also I live for dark!claudia
This is all we have so far but weâll probably make a part 2 soon
If anyone has any extra idea/headcanons feel free to add them on!!
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White Knight, Red Queen - Prologue: Childhood Memories
10 years ago...in the Kingdom of Katolis...
âIâm not crying, Iâm just frustrated!â Azula snapped. Soren leaned back out of fear, but managed to hold his ground. âI was just having a little fun! Then stupid Zuzu tattled on me, my mommy yelled at me! And my daddyâŠdidnâtâŠdoâŠanythinnnngggggâŠâŠ.â Azulaâs voice turned into a whine as her tears welled up once more. She buried her face in her arms now as she started sobbing again. âItâs not fair! Sheâs always taking Zuzuâs sideâŠâ
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Ao3 link.
The first part of what I want to be an absolutely epic love story, spanning time and space, about two lovers defying all the forces of the universes to be together.
I havenât written a fanfic in a very long time. Most that I have I never got past the first chapter. This is something Iâd like to commit to, because now I feel like I have some real motivation. Please, I implore anyone who finds this to read and review. I really want this to be good. First chapter under the cut.
10 years ago...in the Kingdom of KatolisâŠ
Soren trudged through the dimly lit hallways of Katolis Castle, alone and despondent. His father, the High Mage Lord Viren, was teaching his little sister Claudia another lesson in dark magic. Soren had once tried to learn the art himself, when his father had encouraged it, but for whatever reason the boy could never get the hang of it. Claudia was different though, she took to it like a fish to water, so she was the one getting their fatherâs attention now.
Soren entered into the west wing of the castle, where the library was built. It was old, musty, secluded, and the last place anyone would think to look for Soren, the perfect spot to get away from it all. Normally he would be playing outside, pretending to be a knight with a wooden sword, or go mud-sledding, but lately he had not been in the mood for fun. Things were different now.
The little blond boy walked between the tall shelves, scanning the tomes that surrounded him. Most were about the history of Katolis and Xadia, but Sorenâs favorites were the ones with stories of heroic adventurers who fought monsters, found treasure, and saved lives. It had been some time since Viren had read him or his sister any stories though. Soren thought perhaps he was getting too old for them.
Soren paused when a noise caught his ear, something raspy and high pitched coming from the corner of the library. He followed the sound, and he began to recognize it as crying, from a young girl. Sorenâs thoughts immediately jumped to Claudia, and he quickened his pace. He rounded the end of one of the sturdy, wooden shelves, and was met with the sight of a little child, clad in crimson and sitting against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she cried and sniffled.
Soren paused to examine the girl. It was not Claudia, but she was about the same age, with the same dark hair color, only tied into a little knot on top. She wore a red dress and pointy little shoes that Soren had never seen before. This girl was unfamiliar to him, not one of his friends or a lordâs daughter.
âUh, are you okay?â Little Soren finally spoke up. The girl wiped her face and looked at him with gold eyes, frowning angrily.
âIâm fine. Who are you?â She asked impetuously. Soren frowned at the rude tone.
âIâm Soren, who are you?â Soren shot back. The girl turned her nose up at him, though her face was smeared with tears and snot.
âDonât you know? Iâm Princess Azula, dum dum.â The girl crossed her arms and pouted, her lip still trembling. âTell me where I am, now, Soren.â Soren was not sure what to make of this girl. She was crying but rude and saying she was a princess, only he had never heard of her. The boy did not think she was lying though, and as bratty as she was acting., the tears were still bothering him.
âYouâre in the library of Castle Katolis,â Soren answered, taking a few steps closer. âHow did you get in here? No one really comes to the library this time of dayâŠâ
âI donât know!â Azula replied, huffing. âI was running into the palace treasure room and wound up here.â She fixed her gaze on the floor, trying to avoid eye contact. Soren frowned in confusion, but decided not to press further.
âOkay,â Soren began as he took a seat next to Azula against the stone wall, about a foot away from her. She eyed him coldly for a second, then stared back at the floor. Â âSo, why are you crying?â
âIâm not crying, Iâm just frustrated!â Azula snapped. Soren leaned back out of fear, but managed to hold his ground. âI was just having a little fun! Then stupid Zuzu tattled on me, my mommy yelled at me! And my daddyâŠdidnâtâŠdoâŠanythinnnngggggâŠâŠ.â Azulaâs voice turned into a whine as her tears welled up once more. She buried her face in her arms now as she started sobbing again. âItâs not fair! Sheâs always taking Zuzuâs sideâŠâ
Sorenâs brow furrowed with worry and concern. He was reminded of when Claudia cried, whenever their mom and dad got too intense. Soren thought himself old enough to handle it, but he hated seeing his little sister so sad. He knew how to calm Claudia down and cheer her up though, so perhaps he could do the same for Azula.
The boy scooted closer to Azula. Reaching out cautiously, Soren gently put his arms around the little weeping princess and pulled her into a loose hug. Azula stiffened, and her cries quieted down for a moment as she looked at Soren, but she did not pull or push him away. Soren smiled back warmly at her.
âHey, donât cry,â Soren said cheerfully. âIf you cry, then Iâll cry, and then we wonât stop crying until we both dry up into raisins!â Soren grinned a moment, hoping that would work. Azula stared at him blankly before she burst out a laugh.
âThatâs stupid! People canât turn into raisins!â Azula blurted out, making Soren frown. It was not the reaction he got from Claudia. Still, Azulaâs mood was brighter now. âI guess most boys are dumb, but I like you! Youâre nice!â
âUh, thanks!â Soren grinned again. He reached into his pocket to take out a handkerchief. There was a little S embroidered at the corner. âHere, your face is all sticky.â Azula took the cloth and wiped her face with it before blowing her nose, getting green snot all over it. âEw, keep it.â
Azula sniffled once more, then sat back up straight and grasped Sorenâs hand with hers, to his surprise. âI wish mom loved me as much as she loves my big brother,â She said, leaning back against the wall âHeâs another dumb boy, but he isnât nice like you. He always ruins my fun and gets me in trouble, and mom is always treating him special, even when he messes up all the time!â
Soren frowned sadly and looked away. âWell, at least youâve still got a mom,â He replied. Azula blinked in confusion. âMy mom left me and my sister. She didnât like my dad anymore.â Soren gave Azulaâs hand a little squeeze as he kept his composure. âShe asked us to choose her or dad, but my dad wasnât the one who left us, so I chose himâŠâ The little boy shut his eyes tight as he forced himself not to cry. âBut now my dadâs so serious all the time. He never wants to spend time with me, itâs always lessons for ClodsâŠâ
Azula frowned, then reached over to poke Soren in the head. It got his attention, and the boy opened his eyes to look at Azula. âMy daddy is like that. Heâs always doing something important, he doesnât even yell when me or Zuzu when we do something badâŠâ The two children sat in silence for a while. Whoever this strange girl was, Soren enjoyed talking to her. With Claudia, he had to be strong, but it was nice opening up a little, even to a stranger. It made him feel lighter, somehow.
All of a sudden, Azula stood back up and pocketed the handkerchief. She put her hands on her hips and looked around the area. Soren looked up at her curiously before she spoke.
âI think I came fromâŠthis way! Come on!â Azula pulled Soren up and began leading him deeper into the library, passing by the stain glass windows, desks, and reading podiums. He could barely keep up with the precocious princess as they twisted and turned dozens of shelves and corners. Finally, Azula brought Soren to the darkest part of the library, where little light from outside could penetrate. There was an open door leading into an even darker room.
âWait Azula!â Soren said, holding her back from entering, much to her annoyance. âThis is where my dad keeps his dark magic spell books and stuff. Itâs always locked, but he told Clods and I we shouldnât go inâŠâ
âDonât be a chicken possum Soren,â Azula replied. She raised her hand and a little orange flame lit above her palm, illuminating the darkness. Soren gazed with awe.
âWhoa, you know magic?â The blond boy gawked. Azula just scoffed.
âItâs not magic, itâs firebending dum dum. Donât you know anything? Now come on.â Azula pulled Soren into the room, and he followed reluctantly. The walls were filled with not just books, but artifacts and potions, a place for Viren to store his objects of study. What caught Sorenâs eye though was at the back of the room, a large, rectangular mirror with a gold, flaming border beset with rubies. He had never seen it before. The reflection showed the two children, but there was something off.
âThis mirror, dad never told me about it.â Soren whispered. Azula held her flame higher to light more of the room. She examined all the strange relics with intrigue, but she too was most interested in the mirror. Soren walked up to the looking glass, and as if compelled, reached out to touch it. Instead of hard glass, the mirror rippled like water. Soren pulled his hand back, but Azula stepped up and poked her head right through.
âAzula!â Soren whispered loudly. She looked downright headless at that moment, and Soren began to panic. The little princess pulled her head back out and scratched her head, much to Sorenâs relief.
âItâs like a weird door,â Azula surmised. âThe other side is the treasure room. LookâŠâ Azula grabbed Soren and pushed him towards the glass. He yelped in fear as his head went forward and through the portal. It felt like a breeze of cold air, and when Soren opened his eyes, he saw a large room filled with countless treasures, from crowns to chests to exotic, spiky armor. He was transfixed before Azula pulled him back.
âWhat was that?â Soren asked, flabbergasted. Azula put her free hand on her hip and smiled smugly.
âThatâs my familyâs treasure room,â She answered. âSince you donât know, my family is royalty, and we have lots of stuff. I must have run into another mirror like this one.â
âOh, okayâŠâ Soren connected the dots. He was not good when it came to magic, but he could understand that. âSo, can I go look some more?â
âNo way,â Azula shook her head, and she reached up to tug Sorenâs hair. He grunted in pain. âYour hair is all yellow, and no one in the Fire Nation has hair like that. Theyâll think youâre a spy and kill you.â
âKill me?â Sorenâs eyes went wide. Azula let go of his hair and nodded.
âYeah, weâre at war, all the other nations are stupid and hate the Fire Nation, so we have to be careful,â Azula explained. âI donât know what kind of nation this is, but I bet grandpa wonât like it. Your hair is still nice though.â Azula combed Sorenâs hair back in place, then faced the mirror once more. She sighed as she stared back at herself. âI should get back before my mom gets mad at me, againâŠâ
âAlrightâŠâ Soren replied dejectedly. He didnât want to lose a new friend so soon. âWill I ever see you again?â
âOf course you will, dummy,â Azula said cheerfully. âIâm not gonna have a secret portal mirror and not use it. Iâll visit when I wanna get away from Zuzu. You can be my secret friend no one knows about.â Sorenâs face brightened at the idea, and he nodded enthusiastically.
âYeah, okay!â Soren put his hands on his hips and pushed his chest out. âWhen mean old Zuzu is being a jerk, come see good old Sore-bear!â Azula giggled at the nickname, and they smiled back at one another.
âOkay Sore-bear. Thisâll be our secret. Bye!â Azula waved at Soren, and he waved back as she walked through the mirror and back to her own world. The flame in her hand was the last thing to pass through, and when it went, so did the light, leaving Soren in darkness. The boy managed to stumble his way out, and quickly shut the door behind him with a sigh of relief.
âSoren?â A voice called, followed by the tapping of a metal staff on the stone floor. The boy looked up and saw his father, Lord Viren, coming around a corner, followed by his little sister Claudia.
âHi dad!â Soren almost yelled, trying not to seem suspicious. Viren merely raised an eyebrow at Soren, then looked between him and the door to his room of dark magic.
âI told you and Claudia not to enter hereâŠâ Viren said softly. Soren gulped, and tried to think of a good lie. He could not reveal his new secret friend.
âUm, I was just looking for a new story for you to read us,â Soren answered as Claudia beamed at him. âOne with lots of magic!â Viren chuckled and reached down to pat his head. âWell, I have plenty of those. Move along now, we canât be late for our lunch with the King, Queen, and princes.â
Soren and Claudia took each otherâs hand and ran towards the exit. Viren, though, stayed behind, looking at the door to the chamber. He reached for the door knob and turned it, finding it unlocked. Furrowing his brow, Viren reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the key. No one had taken it from him. He opened the door briefly to look inside, creating a light from his palm to illuminate it. Nothing from inside had been taken either.
Lord Viren gazed at the strange mirror in the back, wreathed in flames of gold. While he knew it contained latent magic, its function had remained a mystery to him, acting as nothing more than a reflection. Still, he knew to hold onto it, for the time when he could find its secrets. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he had merely forgotten to lock the door the last time he had been here. No one could have gotten in from the outside after allâŠ
The mage closed the door once more, and locked it shut. Right now, he had a lunch to attend to, and his children already had a head start.
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Apparent Reasons.
Chapter 1 - Pen pals.
They should be here any minute now. Bringing all those fire explosions and a lighter. Based on my calculations, I should be able to survive the attack. Then with my get away car Iâll be able to get out of this flippinâ pothole full of remorse and regret as well as revenge. I don't say that aloud, but I'm seen smirking.
Then I saw a pigeon. Bringing a letter. Back. To me....dang it...
The pigeon landed on the window in between the cell bars. At least they give you windows (with bars) in prison but then again, I guess itâs for mocking the prisoners who inhabit the said cells.
Since when do hired people send letters... back to you. Hired escape goats are not supposed to question their employers. I carefully take the message from the pigeon. Just by looking at it made me think that a girl wrote it, the pigeon must have sent it to the wrong person. Again.
Whoever had the guts to read a private message from a criminal, especially one that wants to escape, must be recklessly brave enough to send a reply letter. I for one am not about to admit that fact to anyone, especially my cell mate.
I carefully open the neatly sealed letter. It looked like it came from a story book. A childish one at that. Despite the fact that it looked like a four year oldâs drawing with all the glitters and sparkles you could imagine, it still looked like it came from some high class rich noble addressing the king. It even had a wax seal.
The ink was lightly colored and it smelled like berries. Thereâs a chance that this was written using fresh picked berries instead of scented ink. Then again whoever wrote this must have never had the money for ink or an education at all. The writing was simply unbearable that you can barely make out the words. âSoren! Youâre finally learning to socialize with the outside world! Congrats!â A boy in black robes perked up âSo?! So!â He grabbed his arm âwhoâd ya pick up? A little princess? A little witch???â He raised his eyebrow.
âEw gross. Do you think Iâd have the time to develop Loli complex after all these years Iâve spent as a criminal?â âCmon, I, am good as proof as youâd ever need for that matter especially the last.â I turned crimson. âWell anyway the letter was sent by mistake and the receiver just happened to reply. â âSee! I told you pigeon carriers are inefficient! This proves it!â âMr. Pie-John is not inefficient!â He turned to the pigeon. âHe simply...ummmmm....has to get used to the job! After all he is my new employee.â
Ignoring him. I read the letter...and Iâm shocked. Like physically knocked out shocked that I fell off the bunk bed. And I was on the top bunk. Someone wants to be my friend.
Thanks For Reading! Where do you think this will lead to?
Bye for Now - Meow
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Ash Princess reading journal pt 4
pt 1 journal | pt 2 journal | pt 3 journal
Aaaaand weâve got a love triangle! Soren is falling hard and fast for Theo (or as he knows her, Thora), and Blaise definitely has feelings for Theo too. Theo, meanwhile, has feelings for both boys. She keeps trying to convince herself that she doesnât. That her feelings for Soren are simply from Thora flirting with him to serve Theoâs purpose, which is to kill Soren and blame the Kaiser to start an internal civil war. She also tries to convince herself that her feelings for Blaise are just a sense of long forgotten friendship and kinship.
Iâm torn. On one hand, Soren is a good man. Heâs not cruel or rude, but he is Kalovaxian. And I know he canât help where he comes from and who his father is. But at the same time, he still serves the Kaiser and goes on raids across the seas to conquer and invade other countries. But I think heâs doing that to keep himself safe. God knows the Kaiser would be furious of Soren tried to rise up against him.
But I also like Blaise. Heâs honest with Theo and he challenges her and argues with her. Heâs protective of her and loyal to her and her crown.Â
Along with Blaise, two other Astreans are in secret communication with Theo. All her life, Theo has had Kalovaxian guards (called Shadows) following her, reporting her movements and goings-on to the Kaiser. But Blaise took them down and replaced them with himself and two friends, Heron and Artemisia. Theyâre loyal to the cause (freeing Astrea from Kalovaxian rule) and loyal to Theo as their rightful queen. But theyâre both uncertain as to her loyalties. Sheâs been under Kalovaxian rule for ten years. Itâs quite possible sheâs got a bit of Stockholm syndrome.Â
Not to the Kaiser. She hates his guts, and quite right. Heâs the biggest douche canoe on the planet. And heâs an utter creep. He definitely wants Theo to be his mistress, which... EW!
But Theoâs loyalties to Cress and Soren might complicate her plans to cause an internal uprising among Kaloviaxians. And this hesitation on her part is alienating Theo from her Astrean Shadows. Theyâre worrying she wonât be able to go through with it. Even Theo herself is doubting her ability to murder Soren, especially now that sheâs falling for him. But she keeps trying to split herself into two people: Thora vs Theo. Sheâs trying to convince herself Thora is the one falling in love with Soren, but that Theo knows better and will murder Soren when the time comes because her people need her to.
This book is absolutely amazing. I love the whole plot of a fallen princess (rightful queen, since her mother died) has been held captive by the invaders, and now she must try and figure out if she can become strong enough to be the queen that is in her heritage. The struggles Theo is going through breaks my heart, and I am so excited to see what happens. To see whether she can go through with her plan to murder Soren and break Kalovaxia from the inside out.
--Ashley
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this is soren, an edgy they/them dick who runs a communist-esque army against the red army. i love them a bit too much.
#eddsworld#eddsworld au#ew!am soren#eddsworld! alter motives#im really struggling to not make thirst traps of this guy#one of my friends is already simping over them#and they havent even been shown in am#tbh i made too much art of them#their name hasnt even been said in am#wtf
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spider-man: euro trip live blog
i am finally watching spider-man: far from home, and i must TELL YOU MY THOUGHTS because they are wild*
* theyâre not wild i just donât have anyone to talk to so i am shouting my feelings into the void
ahem. anyway. this video tribute to everyone who died was hilarious until visionâs picture showed up and then i got sad
this whole blip aftermath is giving me major pandemic vibes itâs creepy
ew the salvation army really aunt may they are homophobic as fuck pick a better charity
i donât think happy actually knows the meaning of âghostâ you canât ghost someone youâve never talked to
ALLERGIES TO PERFUME IS A REAL THING yes and i am so goddamn glad i donât have to work in an office where douchebags marinate in their disgusting cologne anymore ugh
oh peter you are so extra with mj you just gotta tell her you like her. i realize i am a useless lesbian incapable of telling anyone i like them ever but whatâs your excuse you adorable cis straight white boy
so did all the remaining avengers really just retire or what? who is this globe-head guy and is that magic heâs using??? shit i might need to know about this for fanfic reasons
mysteriooooooooooooo that sounds familiar is he a hero or a villain
OH MY GOD THE MULTIVERSE?!?!?!?!?! I HAD NO IDEA THIS MOVIE HAD MULTIVERSE STUFF IN IT NOW I AM SO EXCITED
âbitch please youâve been to spaceâ
DOCTOR STRANGE IS UNAVAILABLE?!?!? WHY????? WHAT HAS HE BEEN DOING doesnât he fucking live in new york city too???? must google this as soon as the movie is over where in the mcu timeline even is this????
side note: is this really what high school trips are liek these days? i could never EVER in my life have snuck away from a school-approved event IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY and gone to a crowded carnival, and not just because i never in a billion years would have been allowed to travel out of the country or probably even out of the state on a school trip lol is this real or just movie exaggeration do kids these days actually do this
fury, you are being a manipulative dickwad right now, gross
ahahahahaha okay here we go heeeeereâs the real shit mysterio you sneaky bastard
âweâre leaving because of witches. welcome to the new dark agesâ AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOO TRUE
oh my god peter just use a different phone if you think your own phone is tapped wow dude you donât need to run off to berlin in person????? plot hole alert plot hole alert wee-oo-wee-oo
mysterio is creating some very evil-wizard-like vibes with all this shit i really wanted him to just be magic
âTHEY JOINED FORCES LIKE THE POWER RANGERS!â ahahahahahahaha yes thank u for referencing my favorite childhood fandom
aww cute they kissed on the bridge yay
oh wow mysterio you really did that. or was it his henchman dude the scientist who got yelled at by the iron man 1 villain, well OKAY thatâs some fake news
OH MY GOD IT WAS TALOS AND SOREN ALL ALONG????!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
#spider-man: far from home#spider-man: far from home spoilers#spider-man spoilers#shouting into the void#astral watching mcu movies for the first time#i can't fucking wait for the next captain marvel movie EVEN MORE
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