#likes / he wasn't a monster. he still had his private joys.

[numiolaes]

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answered / ic. starters / ic. open / ic. headcanons / ooc. meta / ooc. my edits / ooc.

musings / the gods' creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again. ch. study / the world was a cruel place. he would bring it a cruel justice.

visage / the sparks in his eyes flew into his darkness like fireflies down a cave.

likes / he wasn't a monster. he still had his private joys.

desires / we begin to covet with tangibles. we begin with what we see every day.

aesthetic / black and red for his house. green for his mother. blue for himself.

ship inspo / he would be dutiful and true. if only he was given the chance.

wardrobe / fit for a prince.

[eorziapple]

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)  :3c

It was truly an honor to be invited to the Admiral's Table. Of course, it wasn't her -actual- table, but adapting the old sailor's tradition into Limsan Politics was a natural fit, and it worked well. For Apple, it was the first time she'd merited an invite herself, and for most participants, an invitation for advancing the understanding of Anthropological Magics wasn't quite as sexy as monster slaying or finding new trade routes and inviting fortune amongst the merchants.

She really did not wish to be there, as social as she had become since her near death experience, there were limits to her extroverted tolerance, and being in a room with roughly a thousand was quite a bit over it. She caught up with a few family friends, mostly asking after her mother, including the boisterous and excitable Immovable Rod. "Apple! Lass ya sprouted up like a damn tree since I last laid eyes on ya! Come 'ere an' give ol' Uncle Rod a big 'ug ya landlocked rodent!" Apple grimaced, It wasn't entirely -unpleasant- to see "Uncle" Rod, one of her mother's old crewmates that also survived her encounter with Leviathan, but he had a habit of not having any idea what propriety meant and it wasn't long before the stories came. It was deep into the -third- tale about her mother's shore leave sexual conquests when Apple spotted a lifeline. Klynt, looking out of place wearing a well pressed outfit and a rather handsome overcoat, she seemed to be flirting with an elezen man, who, from the looks of it, seemed more and more out of his depth as their conversation carried out, indeed, he seemed to have mounted a hasty retreat, leaving Klynt nursing a drink and her pride a bit, it seemed. "Sorry Rod, meeting up with a friend over there! Gotta go." She interrupted his current horrific tale and made for Klynt. "Hah! Dont gotta lie to me, lass. You've got that Mercer blood in ya, you 'ave fun with tonight's piece, ehh?" Apple groaned, as always, to his teasing.

For once though, he wasn't -entirely- wrong about her intentions.

Meeting up with Klynt was like coming up to the surface for air after an entire evening of drowning, for both of them, she suspected. They quickly found a table, grabbed drinks and appetizers, and settled in for the formalities of the evening. It had been a few months since she'd seen Klynt, even longer since they'd shared a bed, life had seen them both quite busy, it had seemed. Apple found in their reunion that she'd missed her terribly. After all that had happened between them, there was a connection between them that was comforting, she was a trusted friend, and someone she felt she had a genuine amount of love for. Her mind wandered to the past, long conversations, arguments, tears, laughter and joy. She felt Klynt's hand pressing against the fabric of her dress, running along her thigh, dipping in over her crotch. Apple whimpered and looked around, terrified that anyone could see... no one took notice. Her memories turned to those of passion and pleasure, night making love under the stars, admiring her lover's body, watching her writhe. A whisper was all it took to steal away Apple's good sense and sanity. "Wanna find a closet?" Yes. Yes she very much did want to find a closet. They hurried away from the stately ballroom to the stately hallway, a decent crowd was still amassed around so they ducked into the stairwell leading up, pausing midway to alleviate their need with a passionate kiss, both of their hands wandered with abandon, she was almost tempted.. almost. but instead grasped Klynt's hand and hurried along, finding the door marked 'Storage', a beacon of light in the darkness at the moment. She grasped the door knob and flung it open, expecting Klynt to fling her inside and get to work. Instead, she found the site of a rather burly looking Raegadyn, a Sea Wolf, from the looks of it, and she certainly got a look of all of it, stark nude and enjoying the rather talented oral ministrations of a lithe and slender Viera, also quite nude, and tending to his own erection as he was working on his lovers. Though the both jumped a bit and paused to look at them, once the two realized they likely were not to get turned in, and indeed, the two ladies had the same idea that they had, the Viera simply shrugged and wrapped his lips back around his lover's cock. "Sorry luv's" the Roegadyn spoke "Men's only function 'ere, i'm sure you'll find one fer the ladies." The words snapped Apple out of her slack jawed surprise and finally made her avert her gaze. For Klynt's part, she seemed a little disappointed that women weren't allowed before remembering what she was trying to do. Carefully closing the door, the looked around. Apple jumped a bit as Klynt grabbed her from behind, and begain to kiss along her neck, hands wandering and groping as they saw fit. "I kin take ya right here lass, I'm sure no one'll show..." 'Bullshite' Apple thought, though her thoughts were getting a bit scrambled... she pulled away, somehow, and walked down the hall a bit, to the very end, a double door, nice looking finish on the wood as well, even a gold trim. "Fuck it." the rare curse escaped Apple's mouth "I'm desperate." She gave the door a few knocks to make sure no one was in there. Muttering and tracing a arcanic circle on the door frame, Klynt looked as Apple's eyes darkened a bit and her shadow seemed to stretch underneath the doorframe. About a minute passed before a satisfying click was heard on the other side, and the shadow returned and Apple's hazel eyes returned to their natural hue. "We've got 30 minutes before the event ends." she warned Klynt as she opened the door.

Klynt clearly took that as a challenge, for as soon as she locked the door behind them, Klynt had Apple tossed onto the rather decadent bed, her dressed hemmed up over her knees, and her head locked in between Apple's legs. Apple had never been so turned on. Breaking into a room, overcome with pure lust, reuniting with her friend and lover after all this time?

She was undone in less than a minute.

Right as she was recovering, the stars fading from her eyes, she was taken aback as Klynt grabbed her forcefully, rolling over the side of the bed, and then underneath, she then realized why. There was a clinking at the door. As it opened they heard voices, a conversation already in motion, a dim light illuminating the room as the first lamps were turned on. "Seems a bit early to leave, don't you think so, marm?" Apple didn't recognize the voice, of course. "I think we're a little past 'Marm'?" That voice she did recognize. "I've been traveling all across the city states for three weeks, I'm overdue some indulgencies, do you not think?" there was the clink of belts, and a long overcoat dropped to the floor. "Don't answer that. We've done plenty of talking for one evening as it is. Put your mouth to other uses."

Anyone would have recognized -that- voice. Admiral -bloody- Bloefhiswyn. Apple tensed up, and felt Klynt do so as well holding her protectively, the only thing keeping her from panic, though, panix soon turned to something else entirely. Gasps, chuckling and giggling. Hungry moans, the site of clothes thrown about the room with reckless abandon. A thump on the mattress above them, then another.

Apple was terrified, mortified, and aroused all at once. She could hear Klynt holding back a disbelieving chuckle from behind and then.

Oh no... Klynt... no.

She dared not actually say anything as the mischievous woman moved her hands hiking up Apple's dress once more, snaking up to tend to the poor Hyur's very aroused need. A slight, panicked, pleasured whimper escaped Apple's lips before Klynt gently put her other hand over them. "Shhhh." she heard whispered into her ear. She could picture the grin from behind. This was insane, idiotic, imbecilic, -dangerous-.

But in the end, she shifted her legs just so.

She swore on the Thirteen that she would make Klynt pay for this.

She also thanked them that the Admiral was a rather vocal lovemaker, it turned out.

[ask-paradox-and-friends]

Chapter three Ego vs Modesty pt 1

*Brunhilde was soon assigning Valkyries and weapons when she soon found out the order of rounds causing her to groan as she looked for a worthy fighter.*

*Meanwhile Hirst was talking to Kaito while she knew he couldn't talk back she could tell he was listening and she then suddenly snapped at a point.*

Hrist:it's just…we'll be fighting gods and *her eyes and personality changes* I CAN'T STAND THEM WELL HAVE TO KILL THEM ALL!

Kaito:*gently puts his hand on her shoulder. Giving her a smile.*

Hrist:you're not worried?

Kaito:'no not really. You're fine. Both of you.'

Hrist:...thank you. I..think I needed that. *her eyes change again* HA! YOU'RE NOT THAT BAD!

*After a few more hours Kaito and Hrist did the Völundr, turning the Valkyrie into a Shonlan monk style straight sword with a bell on the end of the handle. He noticed how sharp the sword is and how he could hear her voice in his head and she could hear his thoughts. He wasn't expecting the compliments on his voice. So it looks like to most who see him they'd see a light blush as he walked down a hallway promising he'd make sure she wouldn't be hurt. As he walked he was suddenly yanked into a private room by his father Legion after a prep talk and the Yamamotos promising to support him he nodded and continued to Brunhilde's area and walked into the room. Even wearing several bells and wind chimes and wearing all his family's weapons he was still quiet enough to walk in and choose himself to fight Poseidon. He had a slight feeling that this one was much like the demons and monsters he used to fight while alive. After all was done he walked to the area after informing his Valkyrie partner of breathing styles and what each one does he then stops at the entrance of the area as Comet, a space God of the Comet Verse, gave Kaito a new power. While the Valkyrie gave Kaito a massive boost in abilities this God gave him a new weapon based power as Kaito's eyes seem to glitter a bit now.*

Heimdall:*after blowing into the horn of ragnarok* Now is time for round one of ragnarok! Fighting for the gods is the tyrant of the sea, the ruler of the seas! Even the gods fear the wrath of this gentleman! Poseidon!

*a blond God walks out holding a trident splitting the holy water of heaven as he walks to the arena.*

Heimdall:and fighting for the humans, this blind swordsman is the pride and joy of the human group called the Demon slayers! Kaito!

*Kaito walked onto the arena his new sword being used as a cane as he took off his violet checkered robe and straw hat. His violet hair blew in the breeze as he was adorned with all his family's weapons. His eldest sister's ax was strapped to his waist, two of his 4 moms gave him their katanas so he had a bright yellowish purple sword and a redish orange one on his back. A set of throwing knives on his torso from yet another mother and his father's claw weapons (one on strapped to his wrist and the finger ones on a pair of gloves.) He also had his chain sickle tied around his arm and his original sword sheathed as a walking cane. He smirked showing off some fangs as several crows who in life hated his very being now flew around him mocking the god in front of him. It seems Kaito's feathered friend Kazu managed to convince every other crow of what a good man he was. Of course the god laughed like a mad man.*

Poseidon:This? This is the one they send to fight me? A blind mute demon!? HAHAHAHA! They sent you to damnation boy. Now witness perfection cretin.

Kaito:*traces his thumb onto the weapon form of Hirst showing he'll do his best and that he'll stay with her.*

*and soon the fight was started.*

[ladamedemartel]

@lordofthestrix continued from here: ( x )

"You are." He gave her his word with the clarity that only belonged to those carrying one too many sleepless nights on their shoulders. "You will be. Always is our unerring claim in this new life. There will come a time when this illusion will be but a far off memory. A rapid blink that saw us imprisoned in repulsive masks we will never again encounter." Tristan managed a faint, sincere smirk at the miraculous wonder the passing of the days already managed for her. Her progress, now entirely capable of separating his voice from that of Elijah, reached him like a strange blessing. Perhaps no longer seeing her turning her head in fear would mean less instances of feeling the raw, dire need to shatter mirrors at the uncertainty of his own reflection when in private. Or the following impulse to use the shards to bleed until the connection to the one that granted his immortality appeared diminished. "If it costs me every ounce of guile and tenacity I'm capable of, I will find a path that secures no pair of eyes will ever beguile you under their control like that ever again." Tristan vowed. "I'm no longer chained to their limitations. While I cannot see the road yet, I will create one in the absence of its existence. You won't live in the terror of a chase for much longer. I'll see you happy and flourishing in whatever savage garden you please." Tristan swore. "No matter what sacrifices must be made, if I must relinquish everything I was and was returned to me, you will know joy, rapture and thrilling bliss in the chapters to come." Tristan promised. "Aurora." He muttered with the elating demand of a voice collecting a debt. For all the cruelty of the times her name wasn't pronounced during the last hundred years. "You are the one thing right with this world, my darling." His stare darkened in obscure determination. "Eternity won't ever forget that once I'm done."

His voice was less sleepy now, and Aurora tried to mentally herself back from semi-consciousness to listen to the promises that he made. Lucien was snoring nearby. This was easier for him. For him, unlike for Aurora, there seemed to be a clear distinction between the compulsion and his own thoughts, and, unlike Tristan, he had not been forced to believe himself to be the monster that did this to them. She know that hurt Tristan the most. She knew that she had hurt him. Perhaps that was why she clung to him so tightly now, as if her presence could be a balm for his wounds. Or perhaps it was out of guilt for her other crimes against him, the one of which they did not dare speak. She didn't deserve him, but she would greedily accept every promise of violence he offered on her behalf.

"How can I know joy if you're too busy relinquishing everything that you are? With whom share my joy? Lucien?" Lucien had been there for her though. She suspected that the only thing that had kept Tristan from ripping Lucien to pieces was that when she'd been confused, when she thought Tristan Elijah still, Lucien, be himself or Niklaus, was the only thing that could calm her. They owed Lucien for that. In a way, she supposed that was yet another crime that she'd committed against her brother. Another charge to be laid at her feet.

He'd have been well within his rights to punish her for these slights, she would have in his place. Yet, though his arms encircled her, it was to comfort, not imprison her. She was the only thing right in the world. It brought a soft, sleepy smile to her features that she turned her head up toward him to make certain that he saw. When she did, she caught a fresh hint of his scent. It had changed recently. She wasn't certain if he'd done that to separate himself from his mask as Elijah or if it was some new trend for men. Aurora used to be better at knowing what was in fashion. That was something that she had brought to Rebekah. Perhaps she ought to ask him. But then, it could just have been all in her head. Perhaps she simply thought that he smelled different because it had been weeks since she looked at him and initially thought of Elijah.

"Tristan," If he would use her name, she would use his. It was a promise as much as everything else they said to each other. "You mustn't sacrifice everything that you are. I do not know how to be me without you. You must amend your promise. I cannot sleep until you do, and your other words promise me such sweet dreams, but I cannot surrender to them until you promise that you will always greet me with pretty words when I wake."

[sparrowrising]

Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Wasn't tagged by anyone, but it looked like fun:) I also don't have 10 fics or really 10 people to tag so ... eh:)

Cold Fingers Trailing Warmth, Ch2 [geraskier]

He’s out the door and half-way down the stairs when he collapses against a wall. His heart is hammering in his chest, his whole being burning with the desire to go back upstairs and just shake the witcher until all his hurt and dreadful hangups fall right the fuck out of him. He wants to climb into his body and strangle the demons living there. He wants to hug him until he stops shaking.

Mismatching Heartbeats [geraskier]

"Alright, where to start? I guess, okay, so, you kissed me." 

Geralt manages an affirmative hum as his heart clenches again. He did. 

He'd. Fuck. He'd been watching Jaskier the whole evening. Not that that was particularly new, but Jaskier had been especially exuberant during his performance, glowing with cheer, laughing, flirting, dancing around. So full of life and joy. 

And then, afterwards, he'd joined Geralt in his secluded corner instead of any of the other patrons who would surely be more entertaining company. For some reason Jaskier always chose him, still chose him, continued to choose him every time.

So when they made their way upstairs to their room and Jaskier closed the door behind them, laughingly retelling some anecdote Geralt only half listened to, he just. He raised his hand to Jaskier's chin and tilted it up. Gave him ample time to pull away. Stroked up the slightly raspy skin of his cheek with his thumb and slowly leaned in. 

Under my skin [frostiron]

Loki awakes to an electronic beeping. His body tenses and he's halfway to summoning a dagger when he realizes where he is … and with whom. 

"Nn — stop it JARVIS." Stark's morning-scratchy voice comes from where he’s curled up against Loki/Luke's chest. 

"Good morning, Sir," a computerized voice answers from the ceiling. "It is Sunday and as such your teammates are waiting for you to join them for breakfast." 

Loki/Luke feels himself stiffen as three distinctly unpleasant thoughts flow through his mind.

To Save A Life [geraskier]

Jaskier opens one eye when Geralt starts removing his armor. He lets himself watch. It's calming. Sometimes Jaskier helps him with it, but right now his body is heavy on the bed, so he lays there instead as Geralt unbuckles buckle after buckle and slowly sheds the many layers keeping him protected from the harshness of monsters and humans alike. A warmth floods Jaskier, as it always does, at the thought that he gets to see this. He gets to see Geralt without the black leather and cold iron and shining silver. He gets to see this private side, this, dare he say it, intimate side. He just wishes… 

Nothing.

Haberlea, The Orpheus Flower [geraskier]

They'd named a flower after him once. He'd been delighted! Here he was, always naming himself after flowers and now one was to bear his name! Or well, as a nickname. But still!

But then he saw the pale unassuming bloom and instead felt offended. It wasn't even yellow! Yellow was always his colour, screaming for attention, glowing like the sun, golden as the lyre he'd played. People just had no taste!

Later, someone explained it to him and he went quiet. 

Haberlea had gotten its nickname for being able to survive long periods of desiccation. 

Fitting. He felt like he'd been dying of thirst since forever. 

[augment-techs]

KIMBERLY/SKULL fuck or die kink PLEASE

Because I refuse to reference the OG series for this, I'm afraid you're stuck with the Comics. World of the Coinless AU at that.

Hickies on her skin were against the rules.

Leaving semen inside of her as well.

Putting a cock in her mouth or ass without being told, too.

Fucking her in a position that Drakkon didn't get to observe every moment of was absolutely against the rules.

Really, it was amazing how much stuff was forbidden to happen to the Ranger Slayer in Drakkon's private rooms that went unsaid and unmentioned until it was too late.

The monster could do whatever he wanted, it was just that he was completely incapable of doing so to her with his own hands and cock. He needed someone else to do it while he watched on a throne of cushions and generally had his Huntsman service him orally until somebody messed up.

Then he'd cut off their heads and have Billy get rid of the corpse while he ordered Kim to finish herself off while he watched; usually coming only after she'd been made to say filthy, pathetic things to him from her place on the bed.

The noise he made was a grotesque animal cry that usually ran circles through her head from the moment she fell asleep until she woke up in the morning with Billy's back to her and Drakkon leaving them with orders to imbibe in each other or to just bathe until he called for them.

This was tedious and seemed neverending.

Until he found someone familiar that could actually play the game as well, if not better, than the whole lot of them.

If Kimberly was still capable of expressing joy beyond sneering at the dead bodies of Coinless she'd caught alone, or in battle with aliens that still thought Earth was an easy target, she might have laughed in joy when Drakkon put a fast-tracking soldier into the Red Sentries and had him come to his rooms after he'd passed his own test of pleasuring the tyrant. * *

Eugene Skullovitch had filled out remarkably well since high school. Lean muscle and so much black hair and fingers made for playing music that was no longer allowed inside the palace because Drakkon knew it gave people ideas and hope.

It was a little funny that Drakkon wasn't jealous that when he had Skull strip and start in on her, she was already wet and her mouth was smiling for real. Or he just didn't notice.

Skull was good at this. Scheherazade of the bedroom, he kept going and going and wasn't killed the next morning.

Fingers stroked through her hair, "I kind of miss the length, but you still look lovely."

Pads of his fingers traced the length of her neck, the insides of her arms, counted her ribs and skimmed her sex, "Oh, she's getting goosebumps, Sir. Shall I continue?"

When Drakkon showed all of his teeth in a smile, Skull knew to continue; to do more.

When Skull kissed her, it wasn't rough or possessive, just the light kissing that turned into making out that Kim had wanted much and often at sixteen; her legs on either side of his hips, breasts sliding up and down a muscled chest, her tongue going deeper into his until she had to pull back and breathe and he moved his tongue down her throat.

He never left marks on her, even if she eventually would have wanted him to.

He always had a condom, despite not needing one since brought in among the Red Sentries and Drakkon deciding he was better off without the chance to perpetuate his line. The best he could manage was some clear fluid that looked like crystal water--unless and until she looked closer and saw the little wisps of blood.

Still, Kim in her obedience and internal self-hatred of the act and acting was grateful that the boy she knew was still deep down inside Skull thought ahead, thought of her best interests and put them ahead of his possible wants or comfort.

(Her gratitude and the magic cloying to her--that was all that kept her from crying when he asked for permission to ease into her, voice level and calm and hiding how she could feel him shaking under her as he watched Drakkon use Billy to get himself off without asking.

Oil and rough hands and bruises like black butterfly wings on Billy's pale skin; how Drakkon wanted to treat his favorite doll, always, but had to settle for the one that didn't make him feel something he didn't want to in a way that allowed him to keep his erection.

Billy never could say anything afterwards in disgust for Drakkon, in empathy and jealousy for Kim; in his desperation for the boy he'd known almost as long as they'd been alive performing in the room like a rare show animal. Deer among wolves, fox among hounds, unicorn among lions.

It was really amazing neither of them vomited as often as they would have liked.)

She always came within the hour, always clawed at his wide (hideously scarred) back with a frenzy, legs tight around him and so grateful for the warmth Eugene gave off that she could almost forget about the spell or the room or Drakkon and everything when she screamed towards the ceiling and went tight as a bowstring.

When she was lowered back among the covers, still giddy with endorphins, getting rocked gently until she stopped pulsing, and grateful at being cleaned up with a warm cloth and kind grey eyes looking at her, she really did love this man.

(Even after, when her cover was blown amongst the Coinless and she opened her mouth to suggest the name that had doubtlessly lead to her old friends surviving her programmed attack, she believed that this was the only thing that let her fight this horrible magic enough to suggest interrogation and the Deadlock rather than an instant death.

It had cost Eugene almost two years of his life in agony, but at least he still had a life.)

[localundertaleaddict]

holy cow this actually looks good

This is the first OC (and last human) in my Bloodtale AU. All the rest will be monsters (and some will be the ones from the original game, yes they're getting a redesign too, despite not having too much of a role compared to the original. Unless they're dead.) This lil individual has a ton of lore and is heavily connected to Chara and Frisk. I mean, she's literally Chara's mom.

Anyways uh basically she was the first human to fall into the Underground. Since no anti-human laws were in place, she was able to live there peacefully...for a while. LONG PARAGRAPHS OF LORE TIME!

She was adopted by a different monster family than the Dreemurrs, yet knew them very well. Eventually she and Asriel started dating after a few years, which many monsters didn't like but put up with it, as it's the prince they're talking about.

Eventually, they had a child. A half human half monster hybrid. An elf. It's been years since one was seen and the knowledge of them was forgotten. They didn't know their child had magic until...

Once the child reached the age of nine, they learned of their magic. They refused to show anyone, acting as if they were a regular human. One day, while they were practicing, their grandmother walked into the room. The child knew nobody could know of their ability, so they killed her. Since she was a boss monster, her soul lingered long enough for the child to take it. The child suddenly felt a sort of high. Was it the joy of killing or the soul? Perhaps it was both. The child left told their mother that their grandmother turned to dust right in front of them. But the mom saw. She saw the red knife go straight through her mother in law. She tried convincing Asriel, but he could not believe it.

Within the next month, the child secretly did more and more evil things, killing monsters in private. Or so they thought. Their mother saw each and every time but Asriel still did not believe her. Their LOVE rose. Then, they decided they wanted to be the ruler.

Asriel and their mother were cleaning their room when they struck. They first attacked Asriel. He had more defenses. Their mother tried her best to save him, as he tried to defend her and himself, but it was no use. However, Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard, needed the new king for clearance for getting new resources for training, and walked in on the him dusting. She tried protecting the then-queen, but it wasn't much use so she called for backup. The rest of the Royal Guard came very fast and saved the queen, but the child escaped.

The queen was very damaged, mentally and physically. She knew it was coming but she was not prepared enough.

Some monsters believed she did it, so she took a few things: her bow, all her arrows, her crown, his crown, and both of their robes, and fled to the Ruins, where she would be safe. The spiders were on her side and so were the Froggits and ghosts, so she knew she'd be safe.

However, she did not immediately realize, but she had her husband's soul. When he died, she was closer, and absorbed it. She now had his magic. His essence within her. She then made a decision, one that he helped influence. She would protect all those who came here, but would also kill those who hurt. One kill would led to another and then the Underground would be wiped out, and she could not let that happen to the people that accepted her, nor the people her husband wanted to protect.

She still worries that her child would come back...but now she's ready. She'll protect her and her people.

LORE PARAGRAPH END

Anyways yep. She's the queen of the Underground. And she has PTSD from her own child (this is a joke she doesn't have PTSD, just some anxiety issues and depression. Lots of depression).

Oh yeah never mentioned her name whoops. Well, her name is Tilui, pronounced Til-ooo. And yep. She's technically queen of the Underground.

Questions I assume someone is asking:

"Who took over when Asriel died and she fled?" Asgore is still alive, though he's much weaker so an unnamed monster (idk who yet) accompanies him to protect him. Asriel died weeks before he would've.

"Do many monsters know of her existence?" Nope. Undyne is the only one, as she gave her the idea to flee and told everyone else she passed of her injuries.

"Does Chara know she's alive and that she has Asriel's soul?" Nope, not at all.

"What happens to her since she has a boss monster soul and a human soul?" She gains the magic the soul possesses, the immortality-ish, and the DT of the soul.

"Since Chara is alive, shouldn't she be slowly dying?" They aren't close enough for that tie to work, and since Chara is way older than the 30 needed for the parent to die, so even if they did come back Tilui won't die from it.

Anyways Tilui is cis female and bi with a preference for men =) she's also a very skilled archer

[tr4umaborn]

"hold me again.."

louis had seen the posters everywhere, but a band called the vampire lestat wasn't exactly on his radar as something to be looking for. molloy had published the interview and despite the descriptions he'd left of lestat on each page, louis had come to find that the world painted whatever picture they wanted. he can't say he blames them: lestat was a gorgeous monster.

it didn't mean he didn't miss him. that he didn't regret his actions that night as his parisian home went up in flames. he just can't take it back.

he never realized he wouldn't have to take anything back. . . never even considered the alternative that lestat is the vampire equivalent of a cockroach and won't seem to ever be squashed. to others that is an abhorrent thought: but to louis? it meant a joy to look forward to.

a girl in his creole history class had a picture of the poster on her phone and was talking about it before class started. she was showing everyone how handsome the lead singer was and that she was so excited for the concert that night! that night huh. louis didn't say anything to them, finishing class early with a wink to the girls to go enjoy the concert. an email went out to his other night class telling them it had been canceled, and a quick search found louis a rather expensive ticket for the vampire lestat concert. worth it? we'll see.

the rolls royce he'd recently purchased would stick out like a sore thumb on the streets of new orleans, but he'd grown used to that as he slowly grew a car collection for his own taking. he parked off to the side of the venue, seeing the gaggle of teenagers waiting at the door to be let in. louis slid inside early, the ticket he'd purchased having a vip status attached to it. it meant he could plant himself front and center. the mosh pit that would form will have to work around him.

that's exactly what happened. the concert started and of course it would be at least an hour before the headliner came on. he couldn't say this was exactly his type of music, though he thought fondly of his time in england and all of the music mitchell would blast. at least he was exposed.

finally the stage is set and ready for the headliner. oddly louis felt a flutter in his stomach just before the band came on. nerves? excitement? fear? perhaps all of the above. it had him tapping his fingers against his slacks where his hands rested.

there's an immediate reaction when the band comes on. it's his voice that gives him away: the only vampire he knows who hasn't somehow adapted their accent despite living in so many different countries. but then the lights shine on him and the dramatic man that he is. . . louis feels his heart swelling in his chest. he realizes within moments he's already leaking blood tears, needing to wipe his eyes more than he has in the last decade.

it may have been mere moments or it may have been a moment of longevity when they lock eyes for the first time. but that look makes louis lose it, his body sinking into the ground with a growing smile. lestat -- his lestat. alive. well. on stage! there's a happiness there that he can't contain.

still he has to wait until the end of the show for this to all become real. waiting with the gaggle of teenage girls for the band to come out. one by one they do, until lestat appears. it a moment of hazy wonder louis feels his feet lift off the ground as lestat picks him up and pulls him into an embrace. no one else exists in this moment. no one else needs to. still, a reunion decades in the making should be done somewhere more private. louis' suggestion: " tour bus? "

they sit there staring at each other for drawn out minutes, hands held in a tight embrace. when lestat finally speaks, it swells louis' chest the way it had when they laid eyes on each other.

" hold me again. . . "

how could he deny the needs of his first love? he reaches out, gingerly pulling lestat over so that instead of being next to him the blonde is now sat on his lap. with that move louis can pull him in and close, resting lestat's head down onto his heart. " never thought. . . never thought i'd see you again. " his voice is tender, head leaning down to rest on top of lestat's.

[floosies]

Salvatore

pairing: mob!jake lockley x oc!fem

warnings: slow burn, pining, cursing, mentions of violence, smut, mentions of dr*gs 18+ ONLY

tagging: @lex-the-flex

"...a modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off..."

6.

Alicia was having the time of her life with him. They'd grown fonder of each other with the passing months. Both of them learning each other's secrets and weakness with no fear of what the other could do with this knowledge. Because they wouldn't do anything to hurt each other, maybe it would seem naïve to think that, but with their pasts it would be disheartening and unlikely for lies or betrayal.

Jake who could never be anything other than his callous, rough self had found himself turning to mush at the mere sight of her. He felt that she had brought out something inside him that he had never allowed himself to feel, maybe something like joy, possibly a sense of safety. Not even in his childhood had he felt warmth like the kind she had.

Often they were either in his apartment or in her home. He really didn't like the being in public constantly, it just reminded him of work. She didn't mind being indoors either, a built up sentiment for home came after the nightmare she lived through. Still they had moments on his terrace where they enjoyed the sounds of the city.

-

Both of them had forgotten that this would be something that everyone they worked with would have to be informed about. What neither expected was how little anyone cared, they had all figured that it was just a waiting game to see when the two of them had the brains to get together.

In between all this news there was another meeting in which thankfully, again, no one really cared that two were sat together. There was more concern for business matters, some of which were still being kept from all them by Alicia.

-

She was working on a bigger project which she would soon unvail. After her near death experience she became somewhat more precautious and perhaps even paranoid. Her uncle had claimed to have gotten rid of all the individuals who did her harm and were after the group, its what they group as a whole believed because they were there and they also participated in the ending of their enemies. However, a part of her felt that as much as they wanted to believe that, it wasn't true.

Unfortunately, she was right. With time and vengeance still laying in the depths of her, she found that two members had survived and were beginning to reorganize what had been destroyed. It took time to collect the evidence and in the midst of all of this, Jake came into the picture. The files she had been building up became bigger once his stay was solidified in the group. In these files was collected information about what the new enemies planned to do with all of the group, both in public affairs and with private businesses.

-

With all the information she gained, the painful truth came forth, he was now a main target. His connection to her family through her uncle was enough for him to be considered a threat. More so, his connection to her was enough to plan any kind of horrendous act.

Still she wouldn't have the time to explain it to him. She had planned a trip to visit her family after they'd lazily had a conversation one night after a date, where they spoke about being able to reconnect to who they once were. Now she was in Vermont far away from the city and in a place where she could think without fear of spies. Alicia's mother wondered what she had planned to do about this newly revealed situation.

A sigh escaped her lips, "what can I do other than the obvious? First try to set a distance between him and I. Then, inform the board." Her mother sat down beside her at the dinner table in her home, "if you love him you can't push him away like that." The concern in her gaze was obvious, "I don't want to, but I want him safe from-" "from what? The life he chose?" Her mother paused before continuing, "believe me your uncle, this man you care about, all of the people who choose to live within that life, they know they won't ever really be safe." Her mother than took her hands and gently squeezed hers, "its why I left when I did. We all make choices Alicia and all we can do is hope that the people we love make the right ones, even if they lead the kind of lives they do."

-

The trip ended with Alicia feeling more conflicted than ever about what to do. Still the fear within her was pushing for her first plan to be the only plan, to ask for space in hopes of keeping him safe from what could come her way. So when the weekend came for him to stay over she prepared her little monologue in hopes to make it all easier.

What she didn't anticipate was the sense of emotions that would come with his presence. She ended up spending the whole night avoiding it. Her conscience was fighting with emotions, but in a ironic twist of fate he was the one to bring up her big presentation.

They were still in her living room ignoring the film on her television, "about the meeting. I feel like we should talk." His gaze couldn't be more lazer focused on her than ever, shakily she began to explain to him where she was coming from with her asking of him to perhaps take some time away from her for his wellbeing.

When she was finished speaking, she noticed his eyes had gone from a bewildered curiousity to deep thought. His voice catching her off guard, "what's in the presentation that's got you this scared?" She sighed taking hold of his hand in hers, "I want to tell you everything right now, but I can't." He was going to cut her off, but she continued, "if I tell you it all right now you might do something that will effect all of us."

Jake had known two feelings his whole life fear and anger. Fear came first with his childhood constantly being unstable, but anger when he realized if he had known how, he could have controlled the things that brought his fear. Now he had the means to control his fears, and possibly hers. They were sat on her couch, he was already holding her, but his grip tightened. There was a silence as he contemplated what to say.

After a minute of contemplation he sighed, "if its as bad as you feel it is, I don't thinking leaving is gonna help either of us." She scoffed at his answer, "thanks for making me feel better." He kissed the top of her head, "I chose whatever I have coming to me a long time ago-" "but you're not safe with me in the picture." He shifted somewhat from where he was sat to have a better look at the woman he was falling in love with, "someone tries to do anything to you and I'll kill them. Believe me, as of recently, you are the only reason I'm even trying to be fair with people." He said while pressing a kiss onto her hand. She shook her head still unsure about the decisions was making.

Maybe Jake couldn't completely shake her fear, but he at least wanted her to focus on more happier things for the time being. He moved around a bit, enough to be able to kiss her. The kiss held a need in it, a need that he worded out. "Lets just forget about for now, I just wanna be with you." His voice was low and soft, his gaze focusing on her, and even with her worry she couldn't deny she'd rather induldge him than think about the seriousness of what could happen.

Instead of all that, Alicia turned around and straddled his lap, arms swung around his neck, and lips locked onto his. She just wanted to feel him, to know he was there. This was one of those nights where frenzy would be the only thing that drove them on. It didn't take long for sweater to come off along with his shirt.

The heat of his hands against her backside made her shiver. Her lips touching the nape of his neck leaving kisses everywhere was such a new feeling for him and he welcomed it every time. Her shorts and panties pooled around her ankles, as he began to play with her core. His fingers quickly becoming drenched in her slick.

In return her hands had undone the zipper of his jeans. She took him into her hand, satisifed with the groan he let out. Slowly she sank to her knees, her mouth just as slowly taking him in. The way she looked with him in her mouth he knew he wasn't gonna last but she was so fucking good.

He needed to be in her, he pulled her up and back onto his lap. Lining up his d*ck with her enterance, he watched as she sank onto him. There was no doubt that they had forgotten by now about the conversation they were having minutes ago. None of that mattered, all that did was how their bodies moved in sync to one another.

Her small gasps and tightening as she rode him only made him want to be rougher, to go faster. She let him too, it felt too good and she didn't want to have a second to think. He pounded into her as he left behind love bites over her chest and neck. It wasn't surprising that she didn't last much longer, she came chanting his name like a mantra.

Slumped into him she savored the way he kept going. The sensitivity of her core only adding to the pleasure from her climax. His grunts and ragged breaths making it clear he was close. She couldn't stop herself from clenching around him as she left him twitch in her. As he came undone in her, he kissed her.

They caught their breath, foreheads touching each other's. After a few minutes he cleaned her up and took her to her room where they got in bed. There was quiet as they laid next to each other, mostly due to tiredness, but slightly due to not knowing what to say next. The meeting was on Monday, they'd only have this weekend to themselves.

Jake knew she was awake, turning to look at her, he whispered, "lets just have this weekend to ourselves. Work worries for the weekdays okay preciosa?" Alicia looked at him, his eyes looked at her like she was some wonder of the world. Her guilt was eating away at her, but still, "okay, this weekend is for us." She whispered this back to him with a small smile.

As the night passed and she knew he was asleep, she laid beside him and wondered what would happen to them. What could happen to him and without realizing it the tears started to quietly form. Laying her head on his chest she whispered to herself, "i love you. I really do love you." The realization had come and she couldn't save either of them from it.

[coffeily]

what about AU where Techno who was locked himself up and Dream who managed to coax him out.

Dream/Technoblade

Tw : self locking, deppresed Techno, character dead.

Techno has Heterochromia eye disease which makes his eyes different from one side. One is red, and one is blue. Techno's hair also naturally grows in Pinkkatte color which makes him in the eyes of people strange and different.

Techno has been bullied since childhood and is considered a monster. his family had tried to say he wasn't a monster. However, after entering the 4th grade. Techno chose to lock himself in his room and do private school.

Techno is a child who is afraid to leave his safe zone and is confined to his room. Even Techno doesn't go out to eat together, his family is getting more and more worried about Techno's mental state. There have been a lot of persuasion but nothing worked.

Until 5 years later, (dang, BRO- ) there was a moving neighbor who was visiting Techno's house. The Wastake Family . Dream Wastake is the second of three children. Dream is a cheerful and sociable child, there is always a cheerful and happy aura around him.

When the Wastake family visited Techno's house, Dream accidentally entered Techno's room. Techno was surprised because he had not seen anyone other than his private tutor and his family for a long time. He was afraid that Dream would think of him as a monster. but, instead, Dream thinks he's cool #TechnoHaveTrusstIssue . The conversation starts to look interesting until Dream has to go home. Techno already feel happy to be sad and sullen. Dream promises to come again tomorrow.

Techno feels excited because Dream will come, but also feels that Dream will not come. Because, what's the point of Dream meeting with him who can only cry and complain to himself who is locked up in his room doing nothing for 5 years. But, Dream came and brought him a toy. Dream always comes with toys every day. He visited every day for Techno. Dream talks about his daily life at school, then about him eating with his family, having friends and outdoor activities. Also, the goggles guy who likes to be sarcastic. the white bandana guy who always does stupid things and stuff. When Dream. Tell them to Techno,Technk was jealous. But,

Techno lies when he's not interested.

Techno found everything Dream said very interesting. I mean, Dream came back and forth and told interesting things for 3 years in a row. And, finally, for 3 years. 3 years. Techno, decide to get out of his room and eat dinner with his family for the firts time. His family was so shocked, happy, excited, proud that tears came out of their eyes.

Dream is also proud of Techno's choice. Techno also chose to go study with Dream. (tch, you're late) beyond his expectations, his high school friends think techno is cool too. With such treatment, Techno slowly became like a normal child again. Even Techno was ranked 1st in his school. (you're smart even though you're only in the room, like 5 years ) . Techno even tried to go to college. (same in Dream's College) (man just a simp For his friend).

Dream still visits his house every day, and Sundenly Techno grows a feeling that makes his chest tight when Dream laughs and shares his joy with his jokes. He grew in love with his first friend who helped him from his trauma.

But also friend who also restore the trauma.

Dream had to move because of his father's job. after he heard those words. don't know why his heart hurts and makes him cooped up in his room for a week, again. And he gets sicker knowing that Dream moved not because of his father's job but because of the illness he was suffering from. Dream Never tell anything about his illness. (Dream is about to die guys, can I get a F in the chat).

Techno sad because he will not be able to meet dream again, hes first friend. so before dream goes and disappears (forever) . Techno tries to dare to ask Dream for a date, play together and spend time with him. after that Techno will express his feelings. Dream feels the same way. he happy but also sad. Their relationship will only last for a short time.

ah yes, angst.

[viridwns]

My butler, gone

This was a request, but i accidentally send it to them private. So here is me typing it again. enjoy!

Living with a demon wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. He cooks for you, cleans the house, watches over you when you're sick, keeps unwanted company away and so much more. He was overprotective sure, but that's what your parents had ordered him; to look after you and protect you grom any harm till the day you die of old age.

Because of this promise, you were quite reckless and carefree. thinking no harm would ever come your way with your trusty demon at your side. it's weird to say, but after your parents passing, you felt so much more free. I mean who wouldn't when literally nothing and no one could put you into danger and had someone taking care of all your needs. You didn't even need to lift a finger!

now, now you weren't spoiled or anything. You still did some chores and did weekly grocery shopping (of course with your demon at your side). Grocery shopping was one of your favorite things to do. But it still didn't top the weekly markets every saturday. Your parents didn't really like going to those. They didn't like being among so many people. You knew they were lying at a young age. When you got older you had gotten some more information out of them (totally didn't eaves drop or anything). They would talk about a creepy man living in a casket shop that was tucked away in an ally by the market and that you had to stay far away from him. They were very vague about it, but you had at least gotten some more information.

But now you had the spawn of satan at your side, you would go to the market every week. You looked around the small stalls with your joy filled eyes. The bickering of some merchants bringing small giggles from your mouth. The demon next to occasionally wipped his head around and looked behind him with a confused and irritated face.

"Silas, what are you doing?" You carefully asked the demon, grabbing a hold of his sleeve. His gaze didn't lock with yours, instead he kept his eyes behind him. You took a small glance at where Silas was looking, but saw nothing. "I'm sorry for the discomfort, but i can sense something. i just don't know what." His words made a chill run down your spine as slight fear took over you. You knew something was up when even Silas didn't look calm and serene as usual.

But that wasn't what caused the fear. You knew about the existence of other demons and grim reapers. You've only met a grim reaper once and you wish you won't have to meet another one again. His bone chilling aura and his piercing green eyes that stared into your soul as he was standing over the death body's of your parents was a memory you rather forget. He had this sickening smile on his face that froze you on spot. You don't remember anything else after that and you never saw that monster again after. But you had a gut feeling your parents death had something to do with that casket shop down the ally.

A flick on the forehead ripped you out of your thoughts as a smiling Silas stood in front of you.

"Don't worry, it's probably just another demon lurking in the shadows. it won't do any harm." You carefully nodded at his words; rubbing the sore spot on your forehead. You tried to go back into the cheerful state you were in before. although you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

The day went by quickly as the sun began to set. You and Silas had decided it was finally time to go home. The orange hues in the sky reflected in the windows of some buildings. Allot of people were packing up their stalls. Only a handful of stalls were still standing.

The two of you exchanged some laughs and you gossiped to him about some rumors you had heard. As you walked, you noticed the a small flowershop down the ally. The inviting smell and bright colors already lifting your spirits.

"Hey sil, i'm going to buy some flowers for our home. It could use some decoration. Could you please go home and start working on dinner? i'll be right back!" You said with a small smile as you already began to walk to the ally. Silas looked around him for a brief moment, but nodded nonetheless.

You happily took the bouquet from the old and fragile woman's hands and gave her some money. The white lily's in your hand filling you with joy. Silas was already out of sight when you turned around with the bouquet of lily's in your left hand. Most stalls were closed by now and only a few people were still walking around. You happily hummed a song as you made your way back home. The feeling of being watched was long gone.

As you walked out the ally you forgot to notice the cranky old sign with the word 'undertaker' on it.

You unlocked the front door of your home and called out to Silas. Your shoes making a 'thunk' sound as you took them off. No sound was heard. You called out a second time to your demon, but you were met with silence once again.

You clamped your hand tighter around the bouquet as you walked around the house. The only thing you heard was your heavy breathing and the thumping of your heart in your chest.

This wasn't like Silas at all.

You decided to walk to the kitchen as you did ask him to start dinner already, but as you placed your hand on the door handle a shiver ran down your spine. The bone chilling aura you felt five years ago was back; suffocating you.

Your hands started shaking as your eyes widened in fear. It took all your might to not pass out on the spot. Your mind was racing a million miles per hour as you slowly opened the kitchen door.

A scream left your lips as soon as you scanned the kitchen area. A knot formed in your stomach as you froze in fear. It felt like you could throw up at any moment.

Before you was your demon, laying on the floor, not moving an inch. His head was laying in a pool of blood. You hoped dearly it wasn't his blood, but you knew better.

You moved your legs slowly and steadily, afraid of tripping and falling into the puddle of blood. You gagged as the stench of fresh blood finally hit you. The lily's long forgotten and soaking into the blood.

You didn't know what to do as you just stood there, looking over your now death demon.

"Long time no see my darling." A raspy voice spoke from behind you. You turned around quicker than anything and you clasped your hands over your mouth.

Before you stood a tall man with long silver hair that covered his eyes. He was leaning on a giant scythe. a grim reaper.

You could feel anger slowly bubbling inside you. Making you build up the courage to speak.

"Why did you kill him!" You yelled out, taking a protective stance in front of the lifeless demon.

A shit eating grin spread across the man's only visible feature. A crusty laugh escaping his lips. It was like he just heard the best joke of his life.

"Oh dear you're adorable you know." You frowned at him as he came a little closer. Leaning forward so that his face was only merely inches away from yours. You tried to back up, but you didn't want to show any weakness towards the reaper.

"Stay back you m-monster!" You cursed yourself for stuttering the last word. Your lips were trembling as you looked where his 'eyes'were supposed to be.

"Let me refresh your brain a little bit little human." confusion took over you, but it disappeared as soon as it came as the man lifted up his bangs. Your eyes widened in fear as two green eyes pierced into yours. Your body froze completely; your gaze glued to his.

He laughed again as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into him.

"Oh how i've longed for this day to come my dear. I've been watching you for so long after that fateful night we met." You screamed into his chest and tried to struggle, but his grip on you was made of steel. Tears streamed down your face like waterfalls as you begged the man to let you go.

"Get off me! please i beg you!" Was all you could muster as the man pulled you even closer.

"Now now darling, don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be." He said with such a calm voice it made you shiver, but you didn't stop your struggling.

The man sighed as he grabbed a hold of your shoulder. He smiled down at you for a moment before a sickening 'pop' was heard. You screamed in pain as you looked at your now dislocated shoulder.

"Don't cry now dear, this one is on you. Now stop this fighting or i will break your pretty little shoulder." You looked up at him as the only thing your mind could focus on right now was the throbbing pain in your whole arm. You had stopped struggling and screaming. Now only soft whimpers and occasionally hiccups left your lips.

"That's it dear, was that now so hard?" He pulled you into his embrace again as you felt a small stinging sensation in your neck. You could feel yourself losing consciousness. The last thing you heard was his raspy voice whispering in your ear.

"We'll have so much fun darling."

[starhairspinel]

-Death and her scythe-

Death is a part of all mortal life, be it plants, insects and even men, we represent death as a robed skeleton with a scythe, and we have a different being to thank for that. A being by the name of Spinel, some call her a goddess, some call her a witch, and some others call her Death. A scythe was designed to harvest grain, but some take it as a symbol of death, harvesting human souls much like the grain it was made to harvest. Or perhaps it wasn't made to harvest wheat, perhaps it was first and foremost a weapon made to kill and the farmers took it to use it for harvesting their wheat. Spinel and Death might be one in the same, simply humans taking from an already existing historical and mythological figure of light red hue.

Spinel is one of a group called The Crystal Gemstones, an ancient and holy group of magical beings, sworn to protect the Earth and it's creatures from dangerous monsters and demons of the dark. She was one of five members, Rose Quartz, the leader goddess of love, healing and fertility, Pearl, a graceful protector and close partner of Rose Quartz, Garnet, a being of balance and eros, Amethyst, a rowdy being of festivities, youth and entertainment, and finally Spinel, a ruthless protector of vengeance and death. Spinel is a strange one for alot of reasons, her stature and appearence isn't appealing, she can malform and stretch herself without the use of traditional shapeshifting and most of all she can only range from indifferent to violent when in contact with mortals. She operates under the whim of Rose Quartz much like Pearl and seems to be a close companion of hers, yet her demeanor can never express true joy, atleast that side of her was never shown to humankind.

Spinel only cares to do her duty of banishing demons and collecting their souls in the form of rocks, she does not care for collateral damage and she does care about human harm, though there hasn't been a historical case of killing a human, she has let them come to harm. And that would make any normal person fear and respect her, she is one of our protectors, and yet no warmth had come from her to another living being, just pure indifference or a violent threat if she dislikes the person enough. And thus her followers had rituals and customs that involved this feeling of indifference, especially to death. Her jewel of an upsidedown heart on her chest is symbolic enough that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference, a lack of feelings toward another. It's said she used to be a being of pure happiness and love but the great war of stars had turn her heart to darkness and thus made her unable to feel sympathy, it turned her into a cold warrior that only cares to do her job not out of her own desires but because Rose Quartz desires it.

Spinel is scarily proficient with her weapon, the scythe, by all accounts. She twirls in like a baton and doesn't seem to think twice about her approach on a demon, which always seems to end with victory on her end. The wiser demons knew to cower in fear while the fool hearty beasts charge at her with all the rage in their hearts, she still meets them with indifference, none are more or less valuable in her eyes. And when a man is seen with those eyes, it's scary to think that this immortal being who can kill him with one swipe, sees no difference between him and grain.

Death, too, is immortal. His appearance as a skeleton can be taken with the thought that he used to be a regular human, but he could never die, so he gives everyone a fate he can never endure. He is indifferent to whom he murders, if someone or something is in his sights, he will take them to the underworld. He harvests our souls with his scythe, we know no reason as to why he murders millions upon millions of creatures, but he does, we're like wheat to him. The scythe had already been associated with Spinel, a terrifying being of indifference. It's only logical to give one aswell.

And so, Death bares a scythe. He wields that scythe with his cold, boney hands because Spinel had made this tool a symbol that he saw fit for himself.

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Oh boy that was alot to write! I had a first version but Tumblr is crap at posting edited drafts properly so I had to start all over

I was fun though, I love thinking about how I can mystify the Crystal Gems as gods among the people because logically to the ancient humans they would be considered gods, with their own followers, their own myths and their own legends. Spinel after the war was a MESS emotionally but she didn't show it the the humans, that was a private thing she can do with herself and the gems so she didn't show it at all and it worked, she became a terrifying person or "goddess" like she was during the war and it was great! But of course, populations change their beliefs and the cults of the Crystal Gemstones shrunk and disapeared overtime, but at that point they didn't really care.

Also this was an excuse to post the reference picture of Spinel's scythe while still have like, actual content attached to it. I kinda wanna do more with this "Crystal Gemstones" stuff, translate what we know of the gems into something more mythologized, this was pretty fun!

[heartxclouds]

Diabolik Lovers: Wrong Blood-Prisonned Bridal;;Part 1

[C]♡. Hello! Welcome to this blog..

This is my first try on writting my DL AU, which is called Wrong Blood-Prisonned Bridal if you are new to it! I think that I am experienced enough in writting so this is why I took the courage to write it! I do hope that you enjoy and follow the instructions clearly because yes, I have a rules in here- It isn't forced but you still need to view the rules. 📄

Rules;; {+ Instructions}

If you click on a OST link, you can hear the music ^^

When something is written in italic, it means that it's a wisper.

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In here there will be some spooky things so if you dislike that a lot, please proceed with caution. PS: Niko is a gypsy, that isn't meant as a slur. Niko is a girl that travels, does fortune telling and dances. So don't worry. I'm not here to offend.

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It was afternoon, at this time.. Many kids were playing. Screams of joy because of hide and seek, sometimes pain because they fell and even tears or joy because they were laughing so much. But there was one little girl that wasn't in the mood for playing. She would rather read books at this time of the day, she had secretly picked out some books out of the small library of her mother. Vampires..What were they? Monsters- Bloodsuckers- Creatures of the night... The little gypsy girl was amazed by these stories but also terrified. Welcome to the world of the small Niko Riverdale.

Winter.. It was cold but fun, Niko turned six years old not long ago. She felt like she could be a adult any second. Niko loved to play as the little adult.. But to be honest, it was scary. People always had some type of disgusted look when they spotted a gypsy, and it was like this everywhere. But on the possitieve side.. Some people could be nice and accept them, even enjoy they're dances. A gypsy was never meant to have a bad view.. Being a gypsy was seen as some kind of culture too. The priest always said that God hates gypsy's.. That if you were one, that a spirit will haunt you.. Kill you.. Destroy you. All kids from Niko's age knew the dark reality already, God? Hah.. When did God help? That's what they were thinking.. But Niko thought otherwise, she believes that God is good.

-"Mom.. Why do people hate us?"

Niko was holding the hand of her mother while they were walking back home. Reading hour was finished and Niko had hidden those vampire themed books in her bag before her mother got to see it.

-"Ah.. Don't worry about that honey.. You know.. In this world there are people that can hate you without a good reason.. That is why we need to be strong."

Her mother had felt some un-easy feeling.. Excactly, why did people hate them? She didn't know the answer herself... She held the hand of her daughter slightly tighter, they would go to the cathedral before getting back home. She entered the building and went to the small praying spot that was there. She looked at her daughter, she would need to pick a different one.. Niko went to the Maria statue that wasn't too far away from her mother.

-"My God.. I'm here to ask you questions.. I hope that I don't bother you at this moment but..Do you hate me? Or my mom..? My gypsy people..? You know.. Today some kids didn't want to play with me.. They're parents didn't want that.. Even if it was my birtday.. Hmph.. And God, I'm 6 years old now.. That's a lot, right? Hehe.. Will you please answer me..? I now pray this in the name of our saviour. Amen.."

Niko did the quick cross sign before walking back to her mother, that seemed to have finished her praying. Niko held the hand of her mother.. Did God hear her? Will she get the message..? Who knows.. Maybe God, had a surprise.

After getting home, having dinner and having a bath.. Niko was relaxed and ready to read some more about the nocturnal horror creatures.. Curiousity really killed the cat.. And Niko was clearly the cat in this example. The moon was up.. The beautifull blue moon that shinned in Niko's room, Niko could observe those beautifull night skies forever.. She didn't realise that is was already 2 AM, Niko would be in trouble if her parents found out that she was still up.

{[OST|https://youtu.be/9xWi_RkqYiM]}

But strangely a sound ruined the silence.. Crying.. Rather disturbing. A fenale voice? Calling out for help but it all sounded like a echo. For a kid this could be creepy looking, but for Niko.. She was worried.. Not about that sudden visit in her house of a crying voice but she was actually concerned about the feelings of the person.. Did they need to escape? Was there a killer outside? No.. Not at all. Niko got out her room and walked down the hallway.. The wood plancs made a creak sound. The more Niko approached.. The more the crying became louder. She could see now.

A woman with pretty long white hair was sitting on her knees on the floor. Her clothing was white too- She also had some kind of long blue see-through scarf, she also had white gloves, pretty ones that people always wore when they were from a rich family.. Her skin was pale, as pale as porcelin.

-"Umm.. Miss..? What's wrong? What is happening..? Are you hurt..?"

Niko was a child with good manners but it was kinda weird.. How did that woman come in? The door was locked, the windows too.. Who was this woman? Or what is she? The crying didn't stop but when Niko placed her hand on the shoulder of the beauty, then she turned around and held Niko's shoulders tightly.

-"Where is h-he?! WHERE IS HE?! I NEED HIM-?! MY CHILD.. HAVE YOU SEEN MY CHILD?! AHHHH!!!? I WANT HIM BACK! I WANT HIM BACK?! HE NEEDS TO BE FIXED.. HE NEEDS TO BE HAPPY!! WHERE IS HE?! AHHH?!!?? TELL-?! TELL MEEEE AAHHHH!?!"

Niko felt paralyzed.. A random woman just came here and was finding her child.. Her child is broken? He needs to be fixed? That woman didn't look normal at all either.. She was way too pale for a human being.. It was dead skin colour.. She had long fangs too.. And also you could see through her..? A ghost-? A spirit?! Niko's eyes were tearing up- God, can God explain?! Why don't Niko's parents hear this?! Was she crazy?! Niko just got out the grip and ran to her room and locked it, she got on her bed and hid under the covers.

-"God please.. Make it stop.. Make it stop.. I'm scared.. Don't give me to Satan.. Not the devil, I beg you.. Do you hate me? Is this my curse now?"

This was a bad experience for a child, it could be traumatizing.. Niko was praying for this to stop, but then she heard the loud banging against her door- She was screamed.. The woman was still crying and screaming.

-"FIX HIM?! YOU CAN FIX HIM!! FIND HIM!! YOU MUST FIND HIM!?? DO IT PLEASE!!!"

Niko hugged her knees, she was way too scared to say anything or open the door. Niko cried in her sleep.. In the background she could still hear the crying.. The crying of a female vampire ghost..

...

[{OST}|https://youtu.be/NvMROvgMOz0]

[C]...

It was night time, a few nights have passed since that incident and that woman always kept her awake- Screaming and crying.. Niko was hidding under the covers- Hoping that it would stop soon. She held her bunny plush close, it was a white bunny with red buttons as eyes.. It clearly was a old design, but she loves it. The banging on the door soon stopped.. But it replaced with a wisper. Was Niko getting crazy? Hearing wispers in her head.. That made Niko just hug her plush tighter.

-"Go to the forest.. In the forest you'll find a mansion.. I need you to fix him.. Please"

Niko looked down- She letted out a sigh.. Even if her parents forbid her to go out at night- She would do it- Like that the nights without sleep will stop..Maybe. Niko puts on her small brown boots and then got out the house after grabbing her plushie and wearing a yellow jacket, it matched her eyes perfectly. Now, Niko got in the dark forest.. Why did she forget the flashlight?? She hugged her plush tighter.

-"It's you and me mister carrots.. We will finish this.."

You could hear in Niko's voice that she was scared- She planned to get back home and get the flashlight.. But it already was too late- Her house wasn't visible anymore. Was she lost-? Niko started to tear up, she felt stressed and she could sense that there was danger close by. Niko didn't trust the sound of breaking twigs and leafes that were being crushed.. Without further hesitation, she started to run- She didn't care that she could see nothing- Her mind told her to run. And she was lucky that she started running now, because the hungry wolves were out now, howling and groaning, they wanted the eady prey that was there now.. And the prey was Niko. A girl her size and her age was as easy as catching a mouse.

{ [Wolf howling|https://youtu.be/66HKBdZe_WA]}

-"HELP!! PLEASE SOMEBODY!! WOLVES!! HELP!!"

Niko was screaming while running- But nobody was there to save her- But God must have heard her wish.. The mansion- It was there- Right infront of her! Niko quickly openned the door and got in. She heard the wolves outside, they were howling and sniffing where she was hidding. There was a moment of silence soon.. Were they gone? Niko peeked through the window to see if those carnivores were still there and it seemed that they dessapeared.

-"Hehe!! No dinner for you guys!"

Niko giggled happily, she was happy to stay alive- But soon after her short victory dance, she felt something.. No.. Someone behind her- She gulped and then slowly turned her head to see a tall man.. His eyes were some type of dark pink and his hair was purple- He also was wearing glasses. Niko stepped back as her eyes were wide from how scared she was- Will he hurt her..?

-"Entering the house of someone like that is really dissrespectfull. You need to learn some manners."

The male was getting straight to the point- His expression was serious and he clearly wasn't happy with Niko's action from before. Niko quickly openned the door and ran out- This was unexpected. She never knew that someone lived there.. No wonder that it looked so clean.

The man with glasses sighed as he watched a albino with the corner ofhis eye.

-"Oh.. So you did decide to come for dinner. I am waiting for your apologize. The dinner is cold and everyone is back to their rooms."

The purple haired man walked away, slightly annoyed. He puts his gloves on in a more comfortable manner as he was walking. The albino narrowed his eyebrows as he gave off a 'tch' noise, he just got back from the garden not long ago. Who was that girl though? How did she find this hidden mansion? He wondered.. But he won't think about it too much. He went to the dinning room.

Meanwhile, Niko had ran away from the mansion.. Fear was described in her eyes. But then- Her house, she saw it.. And yet, she didn't run far away from the mansion. Magic? How? She turned around.. Only trees were seen. How in the world? The small brunnette ran quickly to her home and her parents waited for her.. Crying tears of relief and ordering her to never ever do that again but.. Will she keep that promise-?

✧.*ೃ༄9 Years later...

The sound of the flutes and tambourines filled the streets, the gypsy's were there.. And it seemed that Niko and her sisters were the ones to dance. The same thing happened once again, for some the disgusted look and for some others there was the look of enjoyement. The gypsies how flexible and gracious moves- They always had a beautifull performance in mind. After the dance performance, niko and her sisters earned some money.. They will use this for food and clothing... And for Niko's mother, Rei. She was doing fortune telling to get money for the small house that they have.

The golden eyes of the brunnette spotted a animal..A cat..A white one to be specefic. She stared at it for quite a while- The cat looked at Niko and purred before walking away. Niko sighed a bit as she furrowed her eyebrows. Then Niko realised that her siblings were already going back home- She better quickly catch up with them.. Niko openned the door of the house and watched her father, he was laying on his usual dark blue couch.. She sighed and went to him, seeing that he was sleeping for bow. Niko smiled softly and puts a blanket over her father.. You could sleep better if you were cozy and warm. Niko remembered that she needed to handle something quick- She went to the door and openned it.

-"Where are you going?"

Her big brother John saw that she was planning to leave..Even if it was almost dinner time. He placed the wood in the fire, it was spring and yet it felt like it was still winter.

-"I'm going to the church.. I'll be back home soon though, see ya..!"

Niko got out once more and step by step made her way to the holy building..To be honest, the church was scary.. All dark colours and paintings of suffering- Even some god statues were scary. But Niko always felt much calmer when she saw the Maria statue. She closed her eyes and held her hands together.

-"God.. It is already nine years and three months that this ghost is haunting me.. The cries, they scare. Please help me..Give me a sign to freedom. In the name of our saviour. Amen.."

Niko could not live forever with this kind of ghost that visits her each night. Each time begging to save her child more specefictly her son.. What was this all about? She letted out a sigh- A sad one.. A concerned one. Was this all in her head? Was Niko getting crazy? Her parents and siblings didn't realky believe her.. Her mother did but she didn't know what to do. She rubbed her forehead and just went back home after doing the little cross sign. Niko really believed that god exists.. That someone is watching you.. Sins, Actions, Desires..Wishes. It was scary and yet so releaving in her opinion. After having dinner and a family talk, it was time to prepare for bed. Niko took a shower to refresh herself, she brushed her teeth, got in a fresh nightgown and then finnaly got in bed.

{ [OST|https://youtu.be/aG-39UWA4u0]}

Niko knew what will be going on tonight, she just hoped that it will stop. Each time, she repeats that hope. 12 pm.. It's almost time, Niko's eyes stayed open- She probably won't be able to sleep this night again. This was a punishement.. Was it really though? Niko didn't know but it was horrible to go through.

-"Go..Go.. Go back to the mansion.. He needs you.. You need to make him happy. Please. That's my only wish.."

-"W-Why can't you just leave me alone?"

-"Go..Go.. Go back to the mansion.. He needs you.. You need to make him happy. Please. That's my only wish.."

This repeated over and over again. Niko tried to get a other answer but it still was the same the "Go..Go.. Go back to the mansion.. He needs you.. You need to make him happy. Please. That's my only wish.." was always repeating. Niko had enough, she will go back there, early in the morning to not get wolves or other wild animals after her.

And she really did this plan. In the morning, around 5 am, she got up and got in her red gypsy dress and she wrapped a yellow scarf around her waist, she also puts on her yellow bandana after that she had brushed her long brown hair. She took a quick toast from the kitchen and frowned. She will return back home like last time, she was sure that it would happen as planned.

-"Let's get done with this"

Niko mumbled after getting out and going to the forest. Niko could see now where she was going. It wasn't dark, it was sunny already. The brunnette tried to find the mansion, but it was nowhere to be seen. It really annoyed her, she wanted to not be haunted by that woman anymore, she didn't want to struggle anymore with it. This was going to be the end. Did she really need to wish for the mansion to appear out of nowhere??

Niko ran through the bushes but that caused her to trip, she shook her head and got up after wiping some of the dirt away. But then.. When she lifted her eyes back up to normal. It was there- The mansion that she searched for for hours long. Niko stepped towards the gates-

Niko gulped when the gates went open on it's own. This was..Magic? No way. She must be dreaming. Niko slapped her cheeks with her hands.

-"Gah.. Niko-chan.. Wake uppppp..! Owie-"

Niko stopped slapping her cheeks and took a big inhale before taking the courage to enter the territory of the mansion. A certain stress overwhelmed Niko, it was uncomfortable... As if she was going in some type of haunted mansion. The crows were watching Niko, some letting out their loud bird noises.. These type of birds were mostly around graveryards. Which made this give more of a creepy atmosphere. Niko knocked on the door and waited- She learned last time that shouldn't just enter a house/mansion out of nowhere.. But hey she had no other choice. Niko saw that the door openned.. But weirdly nobody was behind it. Anyone would be running away from this already..No? Niko would have loved to do that but she really wanted to get the spirit away from her. So- Niko got in and looked around..

-"Helloo?? Someone here..? Uh.."

{[OST|https://youtu.be/_iF7lkXKHlA]}

Niko wanted to check first of course. And yet, there was no reply.. Maybe they weren't home? The brunnette wanted to know what the woman meant. 'Make him happy' 'Fix him' 'He needs you', her only wish. The spirit meant a person? Of course- Niko facepalmed. The brunnette still felt that same uncomfortable feeling, that feeling of being watched. This place wasn't safe.. It wasn't safe at all!! Niko had shivers running down her spine. Blood.. Blood running down the walls, Niko's visions made her think that.. This mansion.. It had bad secrets.. Secrets that nobody should ever know about.

Run..

Niko's mind kept telling her to run. Run for your life. Run for you freedom before-

Niko had ran back to the front door, it won't open?! No no- This wasn't the plan. God, what did Niko end up into?! Tears ran down her cheeks as fear took her over once more, was she trapped? Was this a prank??

Niko felt a hand on her shoulder.. She hesitated to look behind, but after some seconds she did. A albino man, right there..Glaring down at her with his intimidating look. Niko could not take it anymore.. She fainted. The man catched her in time and groaned.

Run for your freedom before it's too late..

It's too late...

He snarled when he saw her exposed neck with her black chocker necklace. He seemed to hold back something- He seemed to control it for now. The man openned his lips to speak out his words;

End of episode 1... 🍂

Information section:

Time taken: Started on 6 oct 2020- Finished on 14 oct 2020.

Credits;; Story (@me); Edits (@Me) Niko at the gates (Old edit)

I hope that you enjoyed! And I also hope that you would like to follow my journey of Wrong Blood!

See you soon... 🎃

I had posted this long ago but I wanted to share it here too♡

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El angelito que cambió NYC!

The lack of resources when it comes to children should never be an issue. Why is it that rich children get treated so, much better than less fortunate children? Aren't children, children and they all should be loved and tread equally? This is no where near the case for most poor children. The system seems like they fail to protect black and brown babies, like to them its not as important as finding justice for white baby. When describing children, you think of lovable, sweet and some of the smartest little humans you’ll come across. Children are the key to joy some may say and their pure innocence makes up for some of the most hilarious and memories moments. What happens when you have people who use their children innocence for their own personal gains, and the lack of a system making sure putting the safety of children needs at top priority. You get a dead child and a ton of excuses. Either way, 6-year-old Elisa Izquierdo, who would have been 32 years old this year, but instead is resting in Cypress Hills Cemetery. This would be at the hands of the people who she should’ve been most protected by.

Elisa Izquierdo was born on February 11th 1989, in Brooklyn NY, at Woodhull hospital. She was born to Gustavo Izquierdo, who was a Cuban immigrant dancer, and her mother Awilda Lopez who was Puerto Rican. The pair met in a homeless shelter in Fort Greene Brooklyn, where Izquierdo was a caretaker, and she was a resident of the shelter. Two years into the relationship Lopez got pregnant with Elisa. Izquierdo would break up with Lopez after discovering she was heavy into using crack cocaine, and that was actually part of the reason she was into the shelter anyway. She would lose her two oldest kids to child welfare (Now ACS), the same year Elisa was born. Elisa had crack cocaine in her system and Elisa was permanently place with her father. He made sure she was his world and got her into a good school, but a health condition would interfere with him paying for Elisa schooling. Says the daily news, who covered the whole story throughout the trail.

Should a parent that had been on drugs get their children back? For most, I would say, Hell No, not untroubled the child is 17 and older. This way the child can fight back or speak up against the abuse if its happening. Plus,, most abuse patents, usually only go after the weak and small, because they can't fight back. Now, the same year her mother claimed to completely drug treatment and had an apartment on Manhattan Lower East side, Rutgers Houses projects. She was now married to a maintenance worker named Carlos Lopez. Lopez was granted unsupervised visits every second weekend. This is where her two oldest siblings would tell family, that Elisa was being abused and lock in a cupboard by their mom and step-dad. (Family members did nothing). While Elisa would return home and begin bedwetting and had scars all over including her genitalia. She would vomit after coming from her mom house and would refuse to go in bathrooms. (Information also provided by the daily news), I don't know about most people, but if a child is showing all these signs, something is very wrong. This is nothing you sweep under a rug this is something the U.S. Marshall's should even be notified of. This little girl was being treated like a human punching bag, all for just being herself. Elisa story should be made into a movie or shown at them programs for people who abuse kids. Should also be shown to new parents, so they can have an understanding of the real world. Even people thinking about having a baby Should see this story, so they know how much work kids are but they may also come to realize they're not ready for a child.

Her father is the type of dad I believe anybody wouldn't want as a dad or any woman would love to have a baby by him, because of how much he cared and loved his daughter. He was a real standup guy who just wanted the best for his baby girl. He never could imagine that the person he had a baby with, was the devil in the flesh. Himand teacher notice the bruises, and she said she didn’t want to go back to her house ever again. Elisa also, told a social worker what had happened, and Izquierdo tried everything to stop the visitation rights, but the courts said she could continue to see her daughter, but under the conditions she doesn’t hit her child Izquierdo would purchase tickets for Cuba for the date of May 26, 1994, he planned on moving him and Elisa there. He would be rushed to the hospital in May, finding that he had Lung Cancer, he would pass on the same day him and his daughter was supposed to start their new life May 26, 1994. The director of the school still tried to report the mother after the father died because the school was worried. Since he wasn’t there to fight for her anymore. I sometimes wonder why God took him away from that Elisa, because she really needed him at this time, but even though this story is tragic. It's because of Elisa's story a rules and regulations have change when it comes to children.

This is were we see things get really bad for little Elisa. This is were child welfare dropped the ball over and over. This is were this beautiful little girl will lose her life because everyone around her was dropping the ball. Her mother would get temporary custody after she filed a permanent custody order of Elisa, Izquierdo family would challenge the decision, Lopez lawyer made her seem like a saint, who wasn’t going to use drugs again, and Elisa wanted to be with her biological mother. Judge Phoebe Greenbaum approved permanent custody in September 1994. Elisa was withdrawn from private school and sent to public school 126 in Manhattan. She was said to be “uncommunicative, emotionally disturbed, and urinated often”. Also, the principle at the new school said “Elisa was tearing out hair and walking with difficulty.” In 1995, some ones sent an anonymous letter to child welfare and said Lopez cut off Elisa hair and was locking her in dark rooms. The school kept reporting and child welfare kept saying “Not reportable “due to lack of evidence. The evidence was obviously there. It was supposed to be a caseworker checking on Elisa all the time. Lopez back on drugs and that spring withdrew Elisa from 126 and didn’t enroll her another school. She was in her six child and but Elisa for some reason was always her target. Why wasn't this judge disbarred? This is a slap in the face to any child going through abuse. You are basically giving the abuser a pass to do whatever they want to the child with no consequences. Do you really think that a person on drugs, who beats her child everyday, is going to change overnight? I'm here to tell you absolutely not, Not when they don't even like there own child. I believe a lot of these people should have been brought up on charges and given prison time to show the world we will not tolerate this kind of abuse.

To imagine this poor little girl being beating and abused by somebody that she hope would protect, turned out to be a monster. The mother was an evil women with real problems, besides drug use. In my opinion she knew exactlywhat she was doing, because she didn'treat all her kids that way or even think about doing half the things she did to Elisato the others. I mean this women made this child. eat her own feces, sexually assaulted with a hairbrush, hair mopped with the floor, and way more horrible things. Carlos Lopez would beat Elisa and the oldest two because they weren’t his. November 22nd. Lopez would phone her sister and says her daughter was “retarded on the bed" and she had fluid coming from her nose and mouth, which was said to be brain fluid. She was told to take her to the hospital and she said “I’ll think about it after she did the dishes.” The next day a neighbor came to see what was going on and told Lopez to call the police and she said “No.” The neighbor did and Lopez talked of committing suicide. She would admit that she threw her daughter into a wall two days prior. The autopsy revealed broken fingers, vaginal tear, burns, welts, and a bone protruding through her skin.

Elisa story gained lots of media attention and the Newspapers, such as dateline, New York times, and time magazine just to name a few. Everyone was in some way scolding child welfare services for dropping the ball horribly. Judge Phoebe Greenbaum faced a lot of backlash and claimed she followed proper procedures in the case. Then Mayor Rudolph Giulliani would create ACS (Administration for Children Services). Devoted to child welfare, which years down the line would have a lot of similar cases like Elisa. In 1996 then Governor George Pataki signed Elisa's law which is for every agency whether private or city work together to make sure children are safe, and to also protect the child’s privacy or workers in case of any situation with abuse. This is about the need to increase accountability in the city.

This whole situation is just wrong, so many people failed this child and looked the other way. I guess it goes back to what I was asking at the beginning. I believe poverty can play a big part in children not getting enough love and support from their families, because they have to work and make sure things are taking care of. One thing I learned is no matter what, talk to a child and see if anything is going on. Any little sign of anything you confront the situation, you don’t want to wait until it too late to do something about it. Hurting one of most God creatures is absolutely disgusting, and there should be no coming back from that. I wonder if she was from a family with money would child service had taken her case way more serious? The answer most likely is yes. Money talks in this country and the sad part is, people don’t take action until its always too late. One child is too many to lose to child abuse.

 • Daily News