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[achilleslyre]

i think i’m fine then BOOM can you kill me calmly, sasuke?

[lunawolfiefoxy]

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@kingdom-of-ethrior

This is my story blog. This is where the world of Ethrior lies. Here I will post a comic about a place called Ethrior, as I've said twice now. Let me give you an intro to the story:

Screams rent the air, creating a cacophony of pain and anguish. Feet pounded against the rocky path, swords clashed, blood splurged, making one’s stomach churn, cries of pain and cackling all added to the cloud of dissonance. Blood and bodies were everywhere around the mountain village, covering almost every surface. The screams and pounding died down, leaving only laughter and cheering. Arms, legs, hair, and torsos were grabbed. Scraping filled the space the screaming left, and thumping covered where pounding once was as they were gathered into a pile. A pile of bodies, blood, bows, arrows, and katanas sat in the middle of a crowd of murderers. The leader walked past the smallest, obscuring her view to the pile before her. He turned around, throwing his arms in the air, grinning madly, prompting an uproar of cheering from his clan. Then he turned back to the pile, pulling out a small object and blowing into it. From the other end of the round silver object a hot flame escaped, licking at the bodies hungrily. The golden light seems to attach itself to the pile, growing in mass and intensity. The blaze lit up the faces and bodies of those closest to it, watching with glee as the recently dead burned to ash. The crowd shouted and trilled, long tails slapping the ground in their excitement. The smallest one in the crowd pulled the cloak she wore tighter over her head. The pounding never ceased to her; the screams continued on. She could still hear the clashing swords and broken off cries. Turning away from the burning pile, she made her way out of the crowd, careful of flying tails that obscure her vision and feet that threaten to trample her. The dense crowd seemed to bring in more heat than the fire did behind her, and she found herself sweating as she searched for the end. It seemed to go on forever, but she did manage to find a break in the crowd. Holding herself from running, she made her way there, then to the path that led down the mountain. Her bare feet padded down the stone, getting cut by small rocks that lodged themselves in her soles. She passed by a pool of drying blood and raced into the trees at the bottom of the mountain. Pink leaves and white and tan bark blurred in her vision as she raced past, her chest heaving for much needed air. She couldn’t stop; stopping could lead to her death. As she fled, she turned her head to look at the mountain. She tripped over a rock that lay in her path and fell to her knees. A small, choked cough left her and she looked up. In front of her was where she knew the edge of the border was. Slowly, she began to crawl towards it, huffing and coughing as a stifled sob escaped her throat. Looking up into the sky, she found the moon, hanging high over the land like a lamp on a darkened street. Tears that she had been holding captive sprung into her eyes, and from her lips left a long cry, filled with anguish, fear, and regret.

This is the written prologue

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[theworldofotps]

Our Girl

Pairing: Finn Balor x Reader Word Counter: 1,744 Description: Finn overhears Baron talking about you and plans to handle it in the ring. Your brother Dean along with his shield brothers standing ringside to help him.-Angst Not too sure how I feel about this one lemme know your thoughts and if I should change anything around! I definitely will take some constructive suggestions. ___________ Tag list: @writtingrose @biforbecky2belts @sjwrites22 @detectiveramen @sassymox @trent7thirsting @the-beastslayers-queen @thewrestlingwarehouse @new-zealand-chic @reigns420 @sassyspacedust @burnitbalor @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch If you wanna be added to the tag list lemme know! _____________ Finn’s P.O.V "Hey, Finn you got a minute?"

"Sure Apollo what's up?"

"Baron is talking about your girl and it's not the most pg things being said."

Raising a brow I follow after him from catering down a few hallways we come to a stop near the locker room. Standing outside we listen as Baron talks about (y/n) when a worker walks by we place a finger to our lips so he'll be quiet.

"I don't think I've ever seen a woman look as good as (y/n) does in her ring gear fuck what I wouldn't give to have her in bed screaming my."

"Care to say that sentence where I can hear ya?"

I asked shoving the door open the room goes silent as Baron looks at me a smug grin on his face.

"Of course, I was just telling Dolph here about how fucking hot (y/n) looks in her ring gear and how it would be so much better to have her in my bed instead of yours. She deserves a real man, not a little wimp who doesn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman."

"I know more about pleasing a woman fella then you do about being a wrestler ya wouldn't stand a chance with someone like (y/n). She's too far out of your fucking league to even waste her time on you."

"That's right I forgot you only date cheap whores."

Punching him in the face I spear him into the wall hitting him with a left and right punch a few of the superstars pull us apart.

"You're a dead man Corbin I want to handle this in the ring you and me no disqualification match."

"You got it."

He spits wiping the blood dripping from his nose I storm from the locker room to go find Hunter to set the match. Walking to the women's locker room I spot (y/n) talking to Dean, Roman, and Seth outside.

"There you are, babe, I was wondering where you got off too."

(Y/n) smiles when she spots me it quickly falling from her face when she sees my chest heaving a concerned look taking over.

"What's the matter?"

"I plan on killing Baron Corbin if possible."

"What did he do?"

"Ya don't even wanna fucking know."

I nearly growl pacing in front of them my blood boiling as I replay the scene in the locker room.

"Hey, you better calm down a little man you're going to wear a hole in the floor."

Seth says as they watch me stopping I run a hand over my face looking at them and then (y/n) I step forward pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'll talk with ya after my match I need to talk to your brother and the guys."

"Okay just be careful alright?"

"Always am I love ya."

"I love you."

She smiles kissing my lips before walking off we wait till she's out of sight before I turn my attention back to them.

"What happened?"

"So Apollo came up to me in catering and said that Baron was talking about (y/n) and it wasn't really pg. So I followed him to the locker room and heard Corbin talking about how good she looks in her ring gear ect. When I confronted him he said and this is literally what he said. It would be so much better to have her in his bed instead of mine. That she deserves a real man, not some wimp that doesn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman."

"What did you say to the egotistic prick?"

"That he didn't stand a chance with her I know more about pleasing then he does wrestling and that he was too far out of her league. She wouldn't waste her time on someone like him which we all know is true."

Dean chuckles nodding his head as the other two chuckled with him shaking their heads.

“That’s right my sister isn’t gonna settle for someone like him over my dead body would that ever happen.

I wait till they're finished before continuing on they wouldn’t be laughing for long.

"Then and this is where I wanted to take his fuckin head off he said that's right I forgot you only date cheap whores."

"He said what?!"

Dean bellows rage covering his face as I nod my head anger crossing the faces of his shield brothers.

"He's a dead man did you beat the shit out of him?"

"I started too but they managed to separate us but don't worry I got a match with him thanks to Hunter and it's a no disqualification match."

"We want to be out there nobody talks about or calls my sister shit like that."

"That's what I was hoping for."

"We'll be more than willing to stand ringside to keep him from getting away or anyone coming to save him. She's Dean's sister which automatically makes her family and one thing you don't do is mess with our girl."

Roman says the other two nodding in agreement I tell them to follow me to my locker room so we can discuss a few things I wanted to happen.

"Before we go out there I want to thank you for sticking up for her."

"She's the love of my life I don't plan on ever letting someone disrespect her if they do I intend to make them pay."

Closing the door we start going over our strategies I planned on addressing Baron before he came out so the WWE universe would know why I was beating the shit out of him. A tap on the locker door tells us it's time to head out grabbing my jacket I pull it on heading out and down the ramp. Doing my entrance I make my way to the middle of the ring grabbing a microphone waiting for the crowd to be silent.

"I hadn't planned on a match like this tonight but some people in the back don't know when to shut up. One sure-fire way ta piss me off is to disrespect my girlfriend and Corbin you sure as hell achieved that tonight. Talking about how you could and parents you'll want to cover your children's ears but talking about how she would be much better in your bed than mine and then calling her a cheap whore. That isn't something I take lightly so get your bald ass out here so I can smear you across this ring."

His music starts and I glare as he walks smugly down the ramp tossing my jacket to the side I watch as he gets in the ring. Motioning for a microphone he chuckles shaking his head before saying my name.

"Finn Finn Finn it's always entertaining watching you talk and act tough but we both know I can kick your ass in and out of the ring."

"You're one to talk about acting tough when everyone knows how you run scared every time someone comes after you. But this time you screwed up really bad because not only did ya talk about my girl but ya also talked shit about someone's little sister, or should I say, three peoples, little sister."

The Shield's music starts playing and I can't help but smirk as his face pales his eyes quickly scanning the crowd. They make their way down the steps quickly circling the ring before slipping inside Dean nearly foaming at the mouth.

"These three came out to make sure you don't try to escape or have anyone to help ya.”

Tossing my mic out I stand as we wait for them to slide out the three of them circling the ring like vultures. After a moment the bell rings and I go straight in with a right hook to the face running across the ring I clothesline him. Doing a sling blade I toss him around the ring every time he manages to slide out one of the guys punches him then shoved him back inside.

"Corbin is barely able to stand let alone continue to fend off Balor."

"Well, Michael, this is a side of Finn we haven't seen before you can't blame him tho the things Corbin said were terrible."

Watching as his face smashes into the turnbuckle I get on the top rope doing the coupe de grace and pinning him for a three count.

"Ladies and gentlemen your winner Finn Balor!”

The crowd cheer as Dean climbs into the ring with Roman and Seth behind him grins on their faces as they look down at Corbin. We watch as he staggers to his feet Dean delivering a dirty deed the anger on his face still clear. Referees come out trying to keep Dean from getting any closer myself Seth and Roman letting him be. Corbin was getting what was coming to him and we weren't going to stand in the way. Scaring the refs out of the ring Dean picks Baron up throwing him into the ropes as more people come down followed by Stephanie.

"Dean that's enough I think he's learned his lesson he needs medical attention."

Sending Stephanie a glare he grabs Baron for another dirty deed and Stephanie steps forward.

"I mean it, Dean, if you deed him again I'm going to suspend you for thirty days."

When (y/n)'s music hits we all turn our attention to the ramp as the crowd cheers loudly for her. Walking to the ring she calls out to Dean with a concerned expression holding the ropes for her I take her hand in mine as she reaches her free one out for his.

"Come on D he's not worth it anymore."

With a mutter under his breath, Dean releases Baron watching as he drops to the floor brushing his hand against her cheek he slides out of the ring with Seth and Roman following behind him after kissing the top of her head. Shooting a final glare at Baron I help (y/n) out wrapping my arm around her waist as we head backstage.

"Why did you come out and stop Dean?"

"Because I know my brother and he wouldn't care what Steph said he'd keep beating the shit out of him until he was satisfied. Baron isn't worth losing his job or ending up in jail as much as I appreciate you all sticking up for me he's not worth it."

"Well, baby like Roman said earlier nobody messes with our girl and gets away with it."

Pressing a kiss to her lips we head to the locker room so we could get changed and head out with the guys for some food.

[princessvicky01]

Hey hey! For tonight's DWC, how would you feel about a reunion kiss for any two characters of your choice?

Thank you @suzumicchi for the prompt! I’ve missed writing my OTP so here have some Cullen X Annabel sfw angsty fluff for @dadrunkwriting

Reunion kiss

He doesn’t care if he has to shove aside every single memberof the Inquisition if it means he makes it on time. Even as his chest heaves andboots pound the earth he knows in his heart he’s too late. Panting, Cullenis left to watch in horror as the very ground in front of him lifts and begins to float away, as if carried like an island on an ocean current he can’t see. It seems that in these dark times even the very groundbeneth your feet isno longer sacred. Cursing he turns on the spot releasing a vicious growl, shoving one last officerwho’s fartoo close to comofort as he whirls.

Scout Harding is scrabbling up on her feet and soon by hisside, a place which has quickly become empty. “TheInquisitor?” he asks, it’s a simple question, a demand even, and he knows from thelook in Harding’s eyes the answer before it leaves her lips.

“Last I saw, she was rushing to Corypheus, blade drawn withCassandra by her side… I’m sorry Commander,” head down she steps away.

His jaw locks tight, buta growl still rumbles up from deep in his throat. She’s been thrown into the path of danger too many times, had too manylucky escapes, too many near misses... His love is tenacious, a fighter, one ofequal, maybe greater skill than him… but she still is just human... about toface a near demigod, and there is nothinghe can do to help.

If watching her drift away from him had been torture then he’snot certain there is a strong enough wordto describe what he feels as he witnesses the sky begin to fall down in front of him. His world crashes down with every rock, every boulder and stone smashing away a tiny piece of hope that he’s nestled in his chest. Theimage of her bright eyes, the flash of excitement they shone with when they methis, their azure depths as their bodies wound together…

Would he even be able to find her, amongst the ruins and therubble? Would there even be enough left of her to find…

No darker thoughts have ever torn at his soul. His throatburns as a lump lodges there and his fist curl knuckle white. He wants to scream, to cry and curse at the Holy Andraste herself! He stands motionless,and when someone tries to usher him back, he merely dismisses them with a wave. Hewon’t leave her. Not now.  Pebbles andchunks of masonry being to rain down, some clang against his armour, and he canvaguely hear Varric calling to him over the deluge of roaring thunder. He paysno heed. He won’t leave her.

“Fire, that burns, bright enough to hurt, bright enough toheal,” the soft murmur of Cole’s voice somehow reaches Cullen’s ears despitethere being no logical reason why it would. But then, his sky is collapsing infront of him, so clearly logic has no part in today’s events.

“Too bright to wane, too bright to flicker and fade…”

Blinking Cullen turns to him. Does he mean? “Annabel? She’s… You can see her?”His eyes dart back to the falling scenery, seeking that luminous glow, but he can’tmake out anything, just a turmoil of grey and black tumbling in desperate mess. It seems eerily similaur to what swirlsin his chest..

“The ground shouldn’t move like this… hold on… onto what…she’s scared…”

Glancing to Cole again that piece of hope that has been battered so hard flares back to live. The Inqusitior, she’s alive.

 Once again too many people are in his way, although there isno anger this time … he’s not sure he will ever feel anger or despair again. He never should’ve doubted her. Thethrong of cheering directs him and then he spies her, taking the stepsfrom the wreckage as if it had been just another daily outing.

Smiling he soaks in the glorious sight of her, Maker but sheis beautiful. The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and his heart swells in his chest. No longer broken, nolonger dark and fearful, but light and burning with a passion he knows willnever be extinguished. Cole had been right.

Cullen knows the moment she’s spied him working his way throughthe crowd by the way her eyebrows lift, eyes widening with her beaming smile. Breakingout into a run she heads straight for him, and before he knows it he’s jogging to. Smashing together they stumble, but he catches her leap asshe throws her arms up around his neck, lifting her from the ground to spinsher in a tight and joyous circle.

Clinging tight he just holds her. Cheers sound around but hebarely hears them, his attention too intensely focused on the sound of her rushingbreath against his skin. Her scent envelopeshim, soft and welcoming, like a home he never thought he’d have. “Maker… I thought… Ithought I’d lost you…” his voice hums with warmth, soaked in gratitude and love it’s nothing short of a prayer.

“I thought so too,” pulling back from his embrace slightly,she lifts her gaze to him. Tears make her eyes shimmer, in a reflection they must be muchlike his own, full of unspoken fears, and betraying depths of love beyond all comprehension. Henever knew it was possible to love like this...

His hands grasp at her cheeks. She’s real, she’s here, aliveand his lips crash down into hers in a searing reunion kiss. Her lips mould andpart for him.The rich, familiar taste of her both soothes and rushes his heart allat once in a kiss that says so much more than words evercould, deep and heavy, slow with reverence but empowered with unbridled joy. She’scome back to him, his light in the darkness, his love… and this time he doesn’tnotice the cheers at all.

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Hope you enjoyed it! Likes, comments, reblogs ect are all gratefull recieved. Apologises its not my best work as I’m tired but I really wanted to fill this prompt tonight!

[k-kaspbrough]

Broken Fingered Promises // Chapter One ~ A Stutter With A Cast

Pairings: Kaspbrough // Stozier // Bilverly Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak is hopeless. He begrudgingly denies himself the guilty pleasure of boys, which could be an easy thing to do, pretending to lust for a woman, if it weren’t for his favorite green eyes and those soft-looking lips.  Word Count: 1,084 Important ‘Disclamers’: No actual sex. Mentions of sex/drugs/abuse/self-harm/ect. (Sex mentions mostly from Richie because he’s... well... Richie). 

Eddie

Fingers Clasped.

It's something that I've known forever and just pushed as far back in my brain as physically possible. I even forgot about it a lot of the time.

Sweaty palms, heavy breaths.

That was until just before the summer after our Freshman year in high school.

His hand gripped onto mine like his life depended on it. Well, right now, it probably was life or death.

“Where the hell a-are we go-going!?” Bill yells, out of breath.

“Away from here!”

And we run and run. Somehow, we reach the barracks.

Bill collapses to the gravel, heaving for breath.

“Bill…” I pant, “Your… Your hand…” I kneel before him, using my inhaler. By some strange stroke of luck, I was not having an asthma attack.

Bill looks at the limp hand in his lap.

I reach and try to lift it, but just my fingers brushing his skin caused him to recoil in pain. He lets out a strangled whimper as tears now start to run down his face. It's only then that I realize the situation we're in. Bruises littered his cheeks and his mouth was dripping blood, along with a gash on his forehead that cut through his eyebrow, blood running down into his eye and he didn't even seem to notice. Bill's eye was nearly swollen shut.

“Bill…” I caress his face.

“I'm f-fine.” Blood pours down his chin, his nose starts to drip also.

I frown, I think that he only noticed the blood just then, I think it just set in for him as well, he swallows and promptly starts to gag.

Bill vomits, blood from his mouth pooling out and being spat into the disgusting, barely-digested bile.

I instantly jump back out of instinct, almost letting out a scream as well.

“Are… Are you okay?” I stare, wide-eyed.

“Fine.” He shakes his head.

“You need to get medical help.” I feel my shaking hands in my lap.

“I-I’m fine!” He snaps, causing me to flinch. Bill never really lost his cool. This was an obvious sign that he was panicking.

“Bill, you hand is broken! You're fucking bleeding!” I shout in utter worry.

“Eddie! Stop fucking worrying so much!” Bill yells back at me and it actually, kind of, stings.

“I-... Bill… I-... I'm s-sorry…” I stammer getting that weird feeling in my throat that usually comes when I'm going to cry. I get to my feet, ready to start walking home.

“E-Eddie… I-I’m sorry… I-I didn't me-mean it.” Bill attempts to stumble to his feet as well, obviously dizzy from blood loss and pain, his knees give in and he drops back down, trying to catch himself. This ends with him in heavy tears, gasping and shouting in sheer pain from his destroyed hand.

I was hung over him, his hand was bleeding profusely, just like the rest of him. I pull his head into my lap, gently I caress his cheeks in attempt to comfort him, “It’s okay Bill… It’s okay.” I hush.

“I can't move it! Eddie! I-I can't move m-my hand! My-my f-finger are numb, I-I… Eddie, I can't f-feel them.” He sobs.

“We need to get to a hospital, Bill.” I say for the millionth time and he finally agrees.

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I got him to the hospital and stayed up in his room for a while. His parents were not very happy with me, believing that this was my doing, though, it made almost no sense. I was practically two inches tall compared to Bill!

Either way, they kicked me out and Bill was fucking out so he couldn't really help me out.

I left him a note though, telling him I was sorry about leaving and I'd be back in the morning. I felt bad about leaving but I had to and I knew mom was going to flip the fuck out when I got home, it was already pitch black outside and I had to walk home.

When I get to my door I brace myself before pushing it open. The yelling starts as soon as I stepped in, “Edward Kaspbrak!” Mom starts screaming.

“I’m sorry mom!” I frown, “ Bill got hurt and I had to take him to the hospital.” I try to explain.

“The hospital!?” She gasps.

“He got beat up and ended up breaking his hand and stuff.” I tell her, “He wasn’t sick or anything! I swear!” I insist.

Mother crosses her arms angrily at me. I mean, I definitely expected this, “Edward.” She again uses my full first name.

“Mom. He broke his hand!” I snap.

“Doesn’t matter! You could’ve been dead for all I know, Edward!” She scolds.

A huff, “It’s pretty much my fault he got hurt anyway!” I finally confess.

“What!?” Mom panics (As always).

Ah, Shit.

“Well, some assholes were trying to fight me and Bill stood up for me.” I shrug.

“Who tried to beat up my baby!?” She throws her arms around me and holds me awkardly. I choke as I, for some reason, get the thoughts from today, I think of Bill and I feel faint.

“Mom! Let go!” I shove myself from her arms, “I’m fine!” At this point I just wanted to go to my room and sleep.

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It took forever to get mom off my case. Don’t get me wrong, I do care about my mom and I… I love my mom… I guess. She is my mother. I have to love her, right? She was better before dad got sick… Before dad died…

In all honesty, I felt so trapped. I am happy! I think that I am at least. Force myself to think I’m okay…

She told me I was sick my entire life, babying me to make me think I really was. She always has made everything, no matter how small, into something so big. I’m not sick. The only thing that was actually real was that I had asthma. Everything I’ve been told had been complete bullshit.

The only thing wrong with me, though, is a complete different story. No amount of medicine can, nor will, ever fix me.

I like boys.

Especially ones with bright green eyes, with blonde hair that was cut in a way that makes it look so soft. I like the boys with warm skin, smooth hands, the ones with plump, pink lips and a sweet voice.

I like the boy with a stutter and a cast on his hand.

And I would never admit it.

Next Chapter: Two ~ Promises