#k; the in between

[kigendragon]

The In Between

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She held the bag tightly to her as she made way to the portal, avoiding people as much as possible, and getting bits and pieces of what the passing people were saying.

'Why was it left here? Can't they do something about it?'

'Are you crazy?! You don't even know what's in there!'

'It feels worse than the pillar... But we don't know much about it, I'm sure they've already begun looking into it.'

'Where the hell has the Tzar gone? Shouldn't he be handling this?'

'He and his daughter basically disappeared.'

'I heard she was involved!'

'That's ridiculous, I don't know how any human could've been involved in that mess!'

Everyone's energy felt unbalanced, it felt chaotic, which she guessed Gaudium wanted. It was unfortunately very simple to cause such panic in humans in an already bad situation, and they had done far more than necessary.

When she finally reached the portal, she glanced back, took a deep breath, and went through, bracing herself for whatever would be on the other side.

When she came through, she found an oddly peaceful sight. The portal opened up into a part of Wonderland that appeared to just be a wide open field, and empty, wide open field. The wind was blowing gently against her sore body, and the sun made quick work of warming her body from what felt like being frozen.

She felt an overwhelming feeling building up, and found herself falling to her knees, her bag dropping beside her. She found herself looking at her trembling hands, both palms covered in a burn scar, most likely from overdoing it to get herself out of the prison, and as she turned her hands, the exit wound scar was evident on her right hand, which seemed to shake more than her left.

The feeling that racked her body seemed to reach a breaking point, and she found herself overtaken by sobs erupting from her chest. She brought her hands close to her chest as she doubled over, allowing a scream to rip its way through her, full of the pain, and hurt, and anger she had tucked down so tightly before as she sat in the grass, sobbing until she had no sobs left...

What was only a few moments felt like an eternity of emotions escaping her, her face soaked in her own tears, and her body trembling, begging for rest. But there was still more to do.

Lisa brought herself to her feet shakily, sniffling and sudden inhales still hitting her as she faced the portal, holding out her hands to begin reading the energy from it, and making the attempt to close it...

She groaned a bit as she sat up, looking around. The portal was nowhere to be seen, and her bag was still at her side. Which meant she had either closed the portal, or she had been sent far away from the portal due to the strong energy coming from it.

Luckily, it seemed the former was the most plausible. So, for now, she focused on treating her hands with what little first-aid she grabbed from the palace, bandaging her hands, and getting herself moving. If she stayed there, she wouldn't find the Comodeen, and she'd be a target for the many things in Wonderland...

[bbqhooligan]

Drake L continues

sorry its so long, endless L, final notes:

[krysmcscience]

Look, Aym, I know you wanna annoy your big bro sometimes, but y'all really gotta stop putting the death god into silly mode. He is Very Dangerous, you see. ŎuŎ;

this idea wouldn't go away until i drew it so here it is lmfao

[zutarawasrobbed]

I’m sorry, but the Netflix showrunner referring to Kataang as an “issue to tackle” in the future is some of the funniest shit I’ve ever read/heard.

[biggest-bara-tiddies]

I feel like one of the themes the writers of Kevin Can F Himself are going for is that sitcom-style presentation softens clear abuse to the point that it becomes hard to notice. Like as long as there is a laugh track, most people would struggle to clock Kevin as being abusive. But honestly I could tell from the first episode just by how he treated the coffee table in the living room. Allison got that coffee table on major discount from pottery barn and she is proud of it. Getting a table that nice for cheap is an achievement and it's clearly the nicest thing she owns, but none of this matters to Kevin, in fact, the very reason of her valuing the table is openly mocked by Kevin. He goes on to put drinks without coasters on it, puts his feet up on it, and stands on it eventually breaking it only crudely fixing it with duct tape to restore it's basic function as a coffee table and to lower it to his level. Kevin treats it with such disdain and abandon it's honestly instantly clear that nothing Allison values matters to him and that it's essentially open season on everything that makes Allison herself and not just Mrs. McRoberts or Mrs. Worcester Wild Dude. I love that you can analyze something as mundane as a coffee table in this show and see it as a microcosm of Allison and Kevin's marriage and a representation of Kevin's abusive treatment of Allison

[kiwanopie]

Sakusa just looks like he falls asleep with his big ass hand on ur tit. It’s not even sexual at this point he just does it cause he can. As soon as he scoots in behind you to get himself comfortable the first thing he does is slide his hand up ur shirt and grabs a handful before belting himself to your back and clocking out a second later. And it’s not even limited to the bedroom, sometimes he’ll just be on the phone and see you standing in the kitchen making a snack and you’ll just feel the bottom of your shirt lift a little before his fingers are dipping under the cup of ur bra. The guy isn’t even necessarily a tit man, he just does it because you’re his

[almondpiglet]

moe millennial yaoi

[billiuspendragon]

What if Saiki turned his world into a gag-anime because he's using humour as a coping mechanism?

What if, as a child, he mind-controlled the world into thinking nothing is serious, and that nothing has consequences, and as a result nobody's trauma is taken seriously?

As a teenager he's starting to realise his mistake and is half-heartedly fighting against this, which is why he's always the one to comment on how weird or extreme something is when nobody else seems to notice.

But it's too late, and he knows it. He can never undo his mind-control, and his world will always be a silly gag-anime where nothing serious is ever addressed.

[cult-of-the-eye]

pov alice dyer listening to tma:

she has proclaimed to do sexual favours for Joshua Gillespie

she does not understand the hype behind Jane Prentiss but supports the bug fuckers

she DESPISES martin but in a "two sides of the same coin" way

she did proclaim to do sexual favours for Jonathan Sims until she found out he was ace, now she talks about feeding him soup and tucking him into bed

she creates entirely new swears to describe Elias e.g. shitweasel

she has learned the leitner rant off by heart

after every episode with tim after the end of season two, she has to go punch something

[hotvintagepoll]

Hello !

Congratulations and thank you for the amazing work you’ve done so far. It’s been so much pain — FUN ! I mean fun. I thought I would never recover from round four after losing Irene Papas and Jean Seberg, but now it’s round five and for the first time I am actually stuck for some of these polls. Bacall / Bailey ????? Lamarr / Kelly ????? I feel like a shepherd being asked by goddesses who is the most beautiful of them. I am thankful to anyone who will send propaganda that might help.

at @hotvintagepoll our one duty is to recreate the mistakes of the golden apple and start the Trojan War all over again

[kigendragon]

The In Between

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She couldn't wait around. There was no telling what Chaos was up to, what Gaudium as a whole was up to in Wonderland. And with the portal open on Earth, well, that was a whole new hellish situation. She paced the cell, before looking at the officer guarding her cell.

He was oddly still, and after a moment, it was clear he had fallen asleep.

Each guard held the key to the cell they guarded. It was meant to make sure that one person couldn't be taken out, and then there would be access to all cells. However, she hoped she could maybe sneak the key off of him.

She stood at the thick bars, checking what kind of view the other guards possibly had.

After observing them all for a minute or so, she established that if her movements were small enough, she stood a chance of getting the key through the bar.

Unfortunately, the Major General who was typically assigned to deal with the people who wound up here had decided to pay a visit, her only signal of his arrival being the sound of a gun being fired echoing down the hall and through each cell, and the pain that seemed to surge throughout her hand as she screamed out, pulling her hand back through the bars and holding it close to her.

The guard ordered to watch her cell was reprimanded by a Colonel that accompanied the Major General, who retrieved the key, and opened the cell, grabbing her and having his subordinates restrain her before he grabbed her arm and began walking.

"You're quite the problem child, Duchess," he stated, remaining nonchalant, uncaring to the damage he had just done to her hand.

"Good," she replied, her tone laced with a venom that the man hadn't expected.

His grip tightened, sure to bruise her arm if he kept that up. She winced slightly, her hand still bleeding.

She glanced back, trying to see her hands, but the cuffs made this impossible.

"Calm down, I'm sure you've already been informed that we can't kill you. You'll get better treatment than the others here," the Major General stated, only earning a scoff in response. "Keep that up and we're still gonna have to be rough with you."

"Shooting me in the hand isn't fucking rough?"

"You know good and well that that is nothing for us in here. So just cooperate," he demanded, before reaching their destination, which appeared to be some semblance of a prison's medical 'ward'.

The man there turned, and seemed to immediately understand his task, getting her to an examination table, getting the Major General to remove her injured hand from the restraints. The Major General took no chances though, making sure her other arm was secured, and that she couldn't make any sudden movements with her legs and the arm on the injured side.

Lisa still struggled, she always would, but she didn't have much mobility in her right hand to try and escape, especially with the pain radiating as the medic worked. Eventually, after what felt like entirely too long, it was deemed that she would be alright, but she would lose some function of that hand. Even if it fully healed, it was likely that that hand wouldn't function as normal anymore.

It was then that she was restrained again to the Major General's liking, and she was removed from the medic's care, down a separate hall.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Somewhere where you won't be the one asking the questions," he replied.

Sure enough, she was brought into a small room, without much lighting, and one other officer.

Eventually she was sat down, questioned about whether or not she gave information to anyone in Wonderland, whether or not she had intentionally opened the portal, the reason for its creation, and even if she had any plans to get rid of her father.

She tried to be defiant, not answering their questions. This resulted in consequences, something she expected, but it wasn't like anyone could truly be prepared for. She had training to resist whatever they might do, she had acted as a spy for C2 after all, and got training similar to the men in front of her for this situation exactly, but it didn't make things easy, or bearable.

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Lisa was brought into a small room, her hands bound, and her ankles as well. It was then that her wrists were bound above her head in the room, her movement restricted to turning in place, although there wasn't much to observe.

The room was bare, and freezing cold, enough to make even those used to the cold shiver, and teeth chatter.

"Is this your plan? Just hanging me here?" Lisa asked, although eventually this would be fairly effective for discomfort if they left her there long enough...

But instead, the Major General laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, no, of course not, Your Highness," he stated, using the title mockingly. "No, my intentions aren't to simply let you hang there like some butcher's meat in this cold, but I suppose what I intend is worse for you."

With that, he left the room, and Lisa found herself trying to observe what little surroundings there were.

So far, it was just her, the bar she was restrained to above her head, as well as others at different levels in the room, and the cameras in the corners, one corner having a speaker rather than a camera.

"Get comfy, Duchess, and let me know when you want to be more cooperative," a voice stated over the speaker, and she frowned.

Something wasn't right... It couldn't be just this-

Darkness. The entire room was plunged into pitch black. Even if she could've moved her hands, she wouldn't be able to see them to do anything... She tried to remain calm, knowing if she panicked now that it would be far worse later...

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"Let me out of here!!"

The lights were blinding as they came on, the lack of light making what little was present seem like too much, and leaving her hardly able to see. "There was something here... I heard it," she muttered, finding herself trying to look around for what little she could see.

"I bet you did," The Major General mocked, getting her down, letting her fall to the ground as her weight was suddenly on her legs once more for what had felt like an eternity, but was really only a few days.

"C'mon, we're gonna try this again," he stated, grabbing her arm roughly, her skin cold at the touch as he began dragging her to the interrogation room again, and, when it was evident she still wouldn't answer them, they turned to other means, depriving her of sleep, overloading her senses to keep her awake for however long they wished to do so, among other methods of... interrogation.

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This pattern of events continued for nearly three months, before she finally got her chance to escape, all thanks to another prisoner acting out. As her guard had gotten up, the key to the cell clattered to the ground, he and everyone else too focused on the prisoner to notice her frantically unlocking her cell, and standing at the other hallway.

Everything they had done seemed to bubble up inside her as she stared down the hall, and towards the exit.

It's been right there... It's been so close this whole time...

Her palms erupted with flames, the heat radiating from the small amount of fire she had just created.

The fire began to catch their attention, the other prisoner barely managing to get away due to this.

"Don't do anything rash here, you don't stand a chance, just stand down," One guard stated, but she merely shook her head, her expression dripping with anger, and disgust for the men in front of her.

"No... I don't think you understand the position you've landed yourselves in," she stated angrily, her heart pounding as she raised her hands slowly. "Drop your keys, and kick them to me. Now."

"You have no position of power here, get down on your knees, now, Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, get down, or you'll be forcing our hand!"

"You don't get it... You really aren't going to let me or anyone else through?"

"We've been given orders not to-"

"Then burn."

Fire engulfed the small hallway, prisoners reeling back from the bars of the cells, various yells to be freed and out of shock erupted as she stumbled down the hall way, the guards rushing out with various levels of burns across their bodies, along with one who remained behind, groaning on the cold floor of the hall.

She grabbed the still burning hot keys, ignoring the searing feeling at her fingertips. She went around to each cell, releasing the other prisoners, and apologizing softly to them for whatever they had been through.

She then began to exit the prison herself, wincing and squinting at the bright light of the sun she was met with as they escaped the secret entrance to the prison.

She turned to the group of rejoicing prisoners. "Get out of here. Now. Get out of Russia. As far as you can go. Europe is most likely your best bet. Somewhere the Tzar and his men won't look for you. And don't use normal means to get back in touch with your families, they could track you that way. Get protection for yourselves if you can," she told them sternly, most of them running off in a group, one of them pausing briefly.

"What about you?"

"I have things I have to handle. But don't worry, I'll be leaving very soon," she responded, the other prisoner running, while she went towards the palace itself.

Despite her disorientation, she was able to sneak in, making herself a bag of things she wanted to bring with her.

She then grabbed a few bottles of her father's alcohol, dousing some areas upstairs in the alcohol, and then setting fire to the trail she had made.

Then, Lisa moved downstairs as many of the palace staff were evacuating, and she did the same to the downstairs areas of the palace. When she was satisfied with the destruction of the palace, knowing that it would be irreversible, she exited the same way the palace workers evacuated, her hands remaining engulfed in flames.

"Get out of my way."

Her voice was cold and had a harshness that was unrecognizable to her usual tone of speaking.

"Lisa, Your Highness, I thought-"

"I... Said.... Move, Mila."

Her chest heaved with heavy, angered breaths, and fortunately they all moved, even the few guards present not daring to interfere, allowing her to pass by, and head towards the portal she had opened over three months prior...

[mythicalgeek]

There are a lot of things that go into writing a good romance but, the one thing that will never fail and the true secret is...

The touch of hands 🤗

[glitterpinkfemme]

I’m gonna go fucking feral if I don’t eat her pussy soon. Not giving head for this long is homophobic and should be treated as a hate crime.

[krakenartificer]

Who wants a really sad Leverage headcanon?

Was re-watching the Gimme a K Street Job -- Season 5 Episode 5 -- and a couple of things stood out to me.

1) Nate says "Let's go steal some congresspeople", and then sends everyone on the team (except Parker, who's being a cheer coach) out to con one of their targets. But it feels like there's a profound mismatch in who gets which mark.

For the "not like other girls" feminist congresswoman who's inclined to dismiss cheer as worthless and demeaning, you need Eliot to come in looking like a man who very much knows what does and does not count as a sport, and be his tiny angry respect-women-juice self about how regardless of what you think of their choice of clothing they are working as hard as any other athlete and they deserve safety as much as anyone else. But instead they sent Hardison.

For the "Yes I am very busy and important; admire me" chairman, you need Sophie, who is better than anyone else on the planet at making you feel admirable when you're doing what she wants, and scummy and low when you're not doing what she wants. But instead they sent Eliot.

For the "Look I am trying, but I need corn subsidies or I won't be able to do anything else" newbie congressman, Hardison could happily have gone on an infinitely recurring series of fetch quests until he sees the place where they loop around and bottom out and every problem solves every other problem. But instead they sent Sophie.

2) Eliot struggles the most, so Nate works with him the most, but he doesn't help him out hardly at all; he just keeps saying, "So what's your next play?" and then revealing that he's already anticipated Eliot's next play and has all the materials in place to enact it. And of course, they do eventually get the dude on board, and it all works out, but afterwards, Eliot tells Nate, "I trust that some time soon you'll tell me why you had me slogging through all that when you already knew how to hook him."

And of course, knowing what we now know about how season 5 ends, it makes sense that Nate is trying to train the OT3 to work without him, looking for his replacement.

Except.

If the plan is to fuck off into the sunset with Sophie, then why did he throw Sophie into this uncomfortable not-my-wheelhouse scenario?

No, Nate's preparing the entire team to carry on without him. He's forcing them to learn how to plan, learn different ways of approaching problems, to think about bigger pictures and approach them strategically.

...

I think Nate just got the first diagnosis of the disease that's finally going to kill him. And again, we -- the audience -- now know that he's going to live for many years after that initial diagnosis. But he doesn't know that, at this point. He knows he's tested positive, and he knows it's eventually going to kill him, and he has no idea how long he has.

And in some sense, it doesn't matter how long he has. Three months or thirty years, that kind of revelation makes it stunningly clear that taking care of the people you love means making sure that they can take care of themselves.

So that's what he does: he throws them into new, uncomfortable situations where they'll have to grow and support each other without him, so that no matter what happens, they'll be able to keep going. Because he's not a nice person, Jimmy Ford's son, but by God does he know the importance of protecting your family.

[onikoseo]

A night to remember