#lol hahhahah

[sirensea14]

*Take KC's hand and kiss it gently, then stare at his face, and give him a soft smile and playful winks*

You look cute, my chicken prince~

- That 03/13 anon (you might be remember who am I) <3 *wink wink*

This ask was so sudden that i smiled giggling at this (kinikilig amp) and then my hand slipped-

Also should i ask you why are YOU rizzing da chicken when he was supposed to be the one rizzing you up?

[seriousbrat]

Have you seen the fan film “Severus Snape and the marauders” (2016)? If you did what did you think of it? Personally I thought overall the character dynamics were pretty great and the actor who plays James did a real fantastic job (he’s who I think of in my head for James now, appearance and mannerisms.) (also I thought Peter and Snape were spot on as well)

Okay I've just watched it. It's here if anyone's curious, it's only 25min. In general no, I didn't like the characterisations very much at all. Here are my thoughts:

Firstly, that is not at all how I picture James physically haha, nor do I think the actor is anything like the way James is described. That's forgivable in a production like this and he does do a decent job but I don't think the characterisation of James is very good tbh.

What ID? lol? They look at least twenty, clearly can do magic outside school so are of age, and they're in a pub in the UK. Who is asking anyone for their IDs (this is a nitpick sorry but they just kept bringing it up! American Moment.)

Snape is written a little too cool, noble, and righteous, especially for a budding Death Eater, James a little too aggressive, dimwitted, and pathetic imo. Again, especially for an Order member in the middle of a war.

Snape being all repentant about saying Mudblood ('i don't deserve to use that awful word boohoo') when he's a Death Eater... alright son

Look Snape's good but idk if he could take Sirius and James PLUS Remus and Peter and hold his own so well and in such a cool way lmao.

why are these Order members, and James who hates dark magic, using FIENDFYRE. Sorry but I laughed. The effect with the animals was a fun idea but. No.

James making a bet to stay away from Lily when he's (I think) supposed to be engaged/married to her at this point? ridiculous i'm sorry.

'she's not some prize to be won' alright feminist king Snape

the implication that Snape only joined Voldemort because he was so tragical and misunderstood and he was pushed into it by the woeful tale of the Marauders attacking him and James 'taking' Lily from him... idk lol. He already wanted to join in school.

But I agree that in terms of physical appearance Snape and Peter were well cast! Especially Peter.

the magic was quite cool and creative. The duel was fun to watch. In fact i'd say they were more creative with the magic than the actual films were most of the time haha

Anyway in summary it was a fun watch, and well-made on a technical level, but I think whoever made this didn't really understand the characters or the story. The Marauders using Fiendfyre (???????) is a good example. The writer(s) seem to see Snape as just a righteous-if-broody-and-misunderstood cool sexy action hero, while James is made out extremely negatively and pathetically in contrast. Like I think James is a dick but this was a bit over the top for this point in James's character arc imo, even Sirius appears to have more restraint than James lol.

Snape being literally a Death Eater is skated over-- he's just 'consorting with Bellatrix' and 'fancying the Dark Arts' (lmao) and then Voldemort swoops in (swoops in PERSONALLY. why would Voldemort care. Why would this be his recruitment tactic. How is he walking into a pub.) at the end to expertly manipulate Snape's Sad Feels. Snape's bad actions seem justified or not his fault or else he's earnestly apologetic about them. The Marauders being in the Order is not mentioned at all because they're just irredeemable pathetic idiots being pressured into random misdeeds by the King of irredeemable pathetic idiots James.

Like if this was set during the Hogwarts years I'd think these characterisations were more accurate, (apart from Snape being some kind of untouchable action hero gary stu, and the Marauders using FIENDFYRE lol) they'd probably have done a better job with something set in SWM-era but not really at the point this is supposed to be set. The producers obviously just thought Snape was really cool haha. I think Snape's cool too but not in that way.

[levi-supreme]

Reeeei! I hope you're sleeping right now 😘.

Fluffy things for you I think you like!

When someone spontaneously makes you breakfast or dinner.

When they do things like fold the laundry or fill up the car with gas without you asking.

Bringing you on a date to a romantic restaurant or somewhere quiet like a movie.

Among other things 😊.

Hehe hi Eliza!! I took too long to reply XD but yes, I was deep asleep when you sent me this!!

Oh yes, food is my love language and if someone cooks something for me, I'll really appreciate it and it makes me swoon 🥺 and you are so right with the second point too!! Acts of service is my second most preferred way of showing and receiving love, so the act of helping me with chores really comforts me and makes me happy too!!

AND YES TO THE LAST POINT!!! I'm such a sucker for old school romance so dinner dates and movie dates and maybe a late night walk makes me swoon haha. Especially when the skies are clear, and you can see the moon and/or stars!!!

You know me so well Eliza hehe 💕

Fluffy acts I swoon over!

[justyouraverageweird]

greek tragedy

i was icarus and they the blinding sun

glorious golden fire the only thing i can see and reach for as i fell into oblivion

i was persephone and they the bittersweet pomegranate

dooming me forevermore as sickening saccharine red dribbled down my lips

who would have thought it was the harbinger that made tragedies feel like symphonies?

and i knew that i'd be scorned in the end

and i wondered if it was you or the thrill that i loved, that drew me in

left me breathless as you left me in your wake.

who would have thought it was the wicked that made destruction as charming as creation?

and i knew you’d be the death of me,

and yet if you were the one to take my life, your hands against mine,

then maybe dying wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[bakasurvivor]

THEY FUCKINF........... REDID THE ORIGINAL BORDERLESS ZOLA ZOLA SONG WITH THE NEW VOICEBANKS IM ACTUALLY TEARING UP FROM NOSTALGIA...

[just-some-random-blogger]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH my loveeeeeeeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺 I was so excited to see your rebloggy blog 😫😫 YOU REALLY GET ME. I TOO VERY MUCH LOVE THE FACT HES A BEAR AND A WHOLE FUCKING FOOT TALLER THAN ME 😀😀😀 and yet i would shake him. i would shake him so hard RAHHHHHHHHHH

sandor fr needs therapy (i mean everyone in this world does 💀) and YEAH our lady just wants love!! lock em up until they fess up and make up methinks 😡

Safe Keeping | 3

Part 1 2

"What say you, lady? Don't you think the Hound would make a fine husband? He would protect you, yes, and you would bare him many babes." I curtsy again but this time, my voice falters when I speak, "I- I think he would," I turn to my left, "Lord Sandor would make a fine husband... a fine father."

Sandor Clegane x Reader | 6k+ | cw: fem!reader, forced marriage, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, emotional unavailability, The Hound being abrasive, jealousy, canon typical casual misogyny/violence, themes/mentions of menstruation/pregnancy/miscarriage, baby fever, typos, etc.

A/N: i made a bunch of shit up in this this chapter so just roll with it (: originally posted on ao3 but felt like posting it on here

Tagging: @otteropera @poisonsage808 @glitterandgoldfinds

I blink harshly and pinch myself, willing my body awake. I force my eyes wide open, doing my best to make sense of the surroundings that were cloaked in black.

We were heading to my family's abandoned estate in the Brown Wood by the Sterling Rivers; finally, the people there would have a present preceding lord to govern them.

I had not been to the estate since my family was murdered when I was 10 and 3. There was a dread and an excitement that tingled in my body at the idea of return.

Right now, however, my head was starting to hurt from sleepiness.

It seemed we could cease for nothing. We, or rather, the horse and Sandor, have been walking for what felt like ages towards naught.

"Perhaps we should stop for the night," I turn to the Hound from atop my horse, whose face was barely visible in the darkness.

"And do what, little girl?" he groans, "you wanna sleep in the mud?"

I feel Lucy lean further into my shoulder from behind. She nuzzles into my neck and sighs; her arms, which were wrapped around me, loosened as she deeper fell into slumber. Daisy, too, was asleep. Much like Lucy, she nuzzled into Sandor's neck, who's been carrying her since King's Landing.

"Our options are currently limited," I tell him.

He scoffs, "a prissy lady like you thinks she can catch a wink of sleep with her head on a rock?" The Hound adjusts his hold on the reins of the horse, "if you find it hard to sleep on horseback, gods, do I have news for you."

I knit my brows at his words, "I don't find it hard to sleep. I'm choosing to stay up with y-"

"And which of us asked you to do that?" he scoffs and eyes me, "shut your mouth and sleep."

"You've been walking for leagues," I whine, "yours and the horse's backs must hurt from carrying-"

"Then shall I throw you away?" he snaps and stops in his tracks. The horse neighs at the sudden halt. I tighten Lucy's arms around me as I look down at him.

He was truly so large; even now as I was perched upon a steed, he barely had to crane his neck up to look at me.

"It'll be fucking easier for me to get by without 3 bitches weighing me down."

I turn away and huff.

Regardless of this, unlike most times, I feel no threat with his words. If he really wanted to get rid of us, he wouldn't have taken us in the first place. This much I knew. Still, I keep my silence on the matter and mutter instead, "I hope we find lodging soon."

Sandor scoffs and continues walking. He adjusts his grip on Daisy as he looks forward, "your hope is just as helpful as your dollies, little girl."

It's nothing short of a miracle that wandered to a town and found an inn. The moment I thanked the gods tough, they laughed at my face.

We flock outside the inn and Sandor immediately calls the worker girl carrying a bucket of potatoes, telling her to prepare us a room. She turns to him, swallowing the immediate terror she felt over his appearance, and choked out there were no rooms left for many claimed rooms tonight. She says we should try the inn another town away.

You could guess how much The Hound liked that.

The girl and I both gasped when the massive man blocked her passage and imposed upon her, "I suggest you fucking make room for us."

"Sandor!" I cry out, feeling Lucy wake behind me.

The girl drops her bucket; it breaks with a crash and out spills the potatoes. She scrams to pick it all up.

Daisy whines in shock of the noise, wakes, and lifts her head. I pull Lucy's arms off me when Sandor kicks the girl's bucket away. She squeals and falls on her bum just as I jump down from the horse gracelessly.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I stand in his way before he can do anything further to the girl. This causes us to collide and I shuffle back in contact. My feet hit the girl's legs and I lose my balance.

I yelp the same time the Hound grabs me by the arm and snarls, "you stupid fucking girl!"

He rips me into his chest. His iron grip on my arm stings so bad I feel my eyes water. I hiss, "let go of me!"

Daisy begins to stir in his arms. She barks and he wrangles out of his grip. The Hound releases the both of us; the dog jumps out of his arms and comes to my side.

At this point, Lucy is wide awake and jumps off the horse. She fixes her satchel around her and comes to my side. She asks me if I'm hurt and rubs my arm as I did. I tell her to help the girl up as I glare at Sandor.

Daisy is losing her mind barking. It makes the Hound more furious than he was already. He tries to kick her, but Daisy was thankfully quick and managed to run off before he could hit her. She continues barking behind me.

I walk towards him when he makes an attempt to hurt Daisy again. I block his path and grabbing his thick arms, "STOP IT!"

The Hound's eye twitches. He reaches out and yanks my head back by the hair, "you really think you can stop me?"

I whine. I grab the hand on my hair, "she's just a child! It's not her fault there are no more rooms!"

The Hound growls. He releases me roughly.

I shuffle back.

Lucy glares at him as she collects the potatoes and gives it to the weeping girl; she gathers them in her skirts.

"I'm doing this for you, hen-peck," The Hound quips, "and you'd prefer to make me suffer all the way to the next rat infested village!"

"That's not what I'm asking you to do!" I rebut, blood pumping hot with anger, "I'm asking you to leave the girl alone because she's done nothing but be honest to us!"

A chill runs down my spine when I hear him laugh; it's the first time I've ever heard him make such a sound.

"You know what happens to you lot of honest people?" he steps forward and leans down to meet me eye level. I step back but hold his gaze. He he snorts then spits by his side before straightening up, "we lot kill you."

I am equal parts frustrated and scared when he turns around and walks off. Gods know what he will do now.

I call out to him, "I'll find us lodging! I swear it!"

"You go do that, little girl," he growls back as he disappears into the thicket.

I release a breath as I turn around and walk up to Lucy and the girl. Daisy finally stops barking.

"Forgive me, sweet girl," I mutter as I help the weeping thing up. I give Lucy a look and she immediately nods and goes through her satchel. I frown at the girl and brush away the hair sticking to her dampened face, "my husband has rough hands and a sharp tongue."

Her face falls upon hearing this.

Lucy pulls out a coin and shows it to her before slipping it between her belt.

"For your trouble, my dear," I pull away from her, "I hope no one will bother you again tonight."

With that, the girl curtsies and walks off.

"Would you like some wine, my lady?"

I turn to the man, sat diagonal to me. He gives me a beaming smile from ear to ear, hazel eyes twinkling with the morning sunshine. His his rosy cheeks are framed by his mousy blonde hair. He motions to his servant, but then changes his mind a second later. He stands from his seat on the table and grabs the ewer, ready to pour me a glass.

I cover the chalice before me and smile, "water is enough for me, my lord. Thank you."

"Oh," he raises the object, "please. This is special wine from my uncle's vineyard. I tell you there is none like it."

Lucy, sat to my right, lifts her eyes as she chews the duck we had been served.

I shake my head, "I do not doubt it. I do not think it appropriate for me to drink wine, however."

"Nonsense," he shakes his head and smiles, "a cup of wine in the morning will get your blood pumping."

"No, Lord, I do not make issue of drinking during this time of day," I purse my lips, "I mean I am..." I trail off trying to think of the simplest way to explain it, "expecting."

The man tilts his head in confusion.

"Of course, I am uncertain, but..." I turn to my lap then turn back to him.

Lucy chews slowly as she straightens up beside me.

"... I could be with child."

The man freezes upon hearing that. His lips part and his arm slowly lowers.

I offer him a soft smile. He makes a cautious sound, "my apologies, Lady Clegane."

"No. All is well, I assure you, Lo-"

"No," he clears his throat, "it was quite impertinent of me to press upon such a thing with a lady," he nods, "you have taught me a valuable lesson."

I let out a polite chuckle, "glad to be of service, Lord Alistair."

"Please, the Lord of house Alistair is my father," he smiles, "I bid you call me Cedric."

Lucy pretends to clear her throat and then grabs her cup. Our host sees this then stands up to offer, "perhaps you would like to try the wine instead?"

Lucy blinks and looks between him and I. I give her a look then she says, "don't mind if I do, milord."

I chuckle under my breath.

He pours her a cup and she immediately drinks it.

She lets out a breath, "wow. Cedric's right about the wine!"

Both of us perk in shock of Lucy's words.

"Lucy!" I quip.

"What, milady?" she makes an innocent face, "it really is god wine!'

"You cannot call our Lord by his name!"

"But he said not to call him Lord Alistair!"

My jaw drops, "Lucy!"

Cedric laughs, "no. She is right. I did say that." He looks between us, "I pray both of you call me by my name."

I turn to Cedric but do not get to respond as Lucy does it for me, "I am your obedient servant."

Cedric laughs and we make small talk as we continue to finish our morning meal.

Cedric Alistair was a most courteous host. Last night, as our options went dry, I asked the townsfolk where their lord resided, and we walked all the way to the Alistair stronghold in hopes of amity. We were met with much more than that

Not only did he feed me, Lucy, Daisy, and the horse, but he had his servants draw us baths and give us a change of clothes. He refused any of the coin I had to give him, and said it was only right to host a lady this way. He even said he would also have his men look for my missing husband.

Sandor wandered off after our squabble, thus we looked for a place to stay ourselves. I knew partially, he probably needed this time to cool his temper, but I obviously didn't want to be separated from him. And yet, the idea of having Lord Alistair's men look for the Hound made me anxious, as I knew the chances of a fight breaking out between them was high. In the end, told him he did not need to deploy his men because my husband would find his way to us eventually.

Cedric chuckled in surprise when I told him this, remarking I must have quite the capable husband.

Neither of us expected him to walk into the room in the middle of our conversation.

I stand from my seat when I spot him, "Sandor!"

Lord Cedric stands with me.

The Hound is expressionless, save for the way his brows were furrowed. His skin and armor is still covered in blood from the battle of the Blackwater; it's now dried up and brown. His hair and beard is matted.

Daisy, who had been graciously kept indoors and was being fed at the end of the room, runs as fast as her three legs can take her, towards the Hound.

Lucy finds herself standing because of this. She runs up to Daisy, who was now near Sandor. She scolds the dog who is excited to see him. Sandor ignores them both and heads towards me. I meet him halfway, looking his body once over.

Sandor halts when I place my hands on his arms. In truth, the action was instinctive. Seeing him like this in daylight was making my stomach churn. I look up at him, "this is not your blood, right?"

His eyes look heavy as he looks down at me. He huffs, "no."

I nod in relief, "here," I pull away and motion to my seat, "you can have my food-"

"Nonsense," Cedric interjects, turning from us to the entrance of the dining room, "could someone prepare a plate for Lord-"

Sandor reaches past me and grabs the duck on my plate, stuffing it into his mouth.

Cedric turns to him as he does this.

I ask, "could I request a damp cloth?"

Lucy finally calms Daisy down and convinces her to go back to her bowl and finish eating.

Cedric eyes me, then Sandor, then the entrance, "and a damp cloth!"

I watch as Sandor devours the meat, "where did you sleep last night?"

He huffs as he chews. "On a rock in the fucking forest," the Hound grumbles before swallows the duck in his mouth.

I frown at him, "we tried looking for you for a while after you stormed off, but I did not want to lead us any deeper into the forest beyond what torchlight touched."

Sandor gives me a nod, "smart girl."

The compliment fades in an instant when he pushes me aside and sits on my spot, finishing whatever was left on my plate. Cedric and I watch him eat. At the same time, two servants come in with a plate and cutlery, and a small basin bowl and a cloth.

"Good morn, milord," Lucy curtsies at Sandor, who spares her a glance but nothing more.

I circle around to grab a chair from across Sandor and bring it to his side. Cedric holds back whatever he is meant to say as he watches me thank his servant for the bowl and cloth, and prop it on the chair I took.

"Stop!" I hiss at Sandor,  just as he reaches to a leg of chicken with his bare hand.

The Hound pulls back and turns to me with slightly wide eyes. In contrast, Lucy's eyes are as big as the moon.

I wring out the towel before taking Sandor's left hand, wiping it. I mumble, "I know you're starving, but you should eat with clean hands, my Lord."

Cedric finally sits down on his chair. Lucy turns to her own hands and wonders if she should wash after touching Daisy.

Sandor gives me his other hand to clean, silently watching me do this.

"Would you like milk of the poppy for your wounds, Lord Clegane?" Cedric asks, unable to tear his eyes from the man's face, "for your burn?"

I turn to him when he says this while. I motion to Sandor, wordlessly allowing him to continue eating now. I wash the towel in the basin, "he's not inju-"

"I would like some milk," Sandor says as he tears himself some chicken.

I furrow my brows at this, turning to him, "but you said-"

Cedric is about to call the order but then my husband's voice cuts him off. The Hound blurts just as I begin to wipe his face, "but only if it's from my wife's teat."

Lucy begins to choke on the wine she was drinking.

My freeze in my spot. I feel my face burn like a thousand suns.

There is a thick tension in the air, only thinned by the sound of Lucy's coughing.

I don't know what to say and so I decide not to say anything. I simply wipe the man's face with bit more force than necessary. He didn't even seem to notice.

The Hound eyes Lord Alistair the whole time he eats. It makes both the Lord, himself, and I severely uncomfortable.

"Sandor," I scold warily.

He does not turn to me as he picks up a cup, "wife."

I watch him chug down water then turn to me. The Hound asks, "you want some duck?"

I do my best not to roll my eyes.

The horses grazed as we took a break near a river. I watch Sandor kneel down by the water and wash his face. I scoff at him, sitting down on a rock.

We were on our way to my family's estate again. Cedric had been kind enough to offer us each a horse. The Hound, however, was too proud to accept a horse for himself, arguing he would not be able to carry the stupid bitch if he got on horseback.

He also rejected a bath, as 'we ought to not waste daylight.'

I look around the surroundings, finding solace in the fact that at least the weather was clear and kind. I watch Daisy run around and dig a hole with her paws; her broken leg did not really help, and yet that did not stop her from using it. I smile at the animal.

I watch Lucy lean into her horse and stroke it's mane. I can barely make out what she was whispering to the steed Cedric gave her. Still, the sight intensified my smile.

I so badly want to give them a good life.

I turn to the tree by my side. I remember how we used to have a tree in Brown Wood, how my father made my brothers and I a swing himself. I want that. I want to do the same for my children. I wonder if that tree was still there. I gasp when I spot a squirrel on the branch.

The Hound is immediately alerted by this and grabs his hilt, "what is it?"

"A squirrel," I point and stand. I walk over to the tree, "look, it's so little!"

Sandor makes a noise and makes a face, "Little?" he releases his grip, "what like you? Shall I get it for you as a pet?"

I turn to him, shocked by his offer. He would get a pet for me?

He walks towards me, "I won't be the one to kill it. Your dog will."

My expression morphs into a scowl.

He clicks his tongue twice then whistles. Daisy barks in response and follows after him. I am somehow angered by her obedience to him. I scoff under my breath, "I suppose dogs recognize each other."

The moment I see Daisy's excitement towards him, I regret speaking such harsh words. I'm glad Sandor did not hear it.

Lucy watches me as I walk up to my horse. Sandor takes me by the waist and lifts me with no fuss. I easily mount the horse and look down at him. I finally find it in me to bring it up after a painfully quiet travel, "you did not have to be so icy to Lord Alistair. He was a temperate host."

Sandor chuckles dryly and grabs the reins of my horse. He begins to walk. Daisy walks beside him as he says, "I'm sure he'd love to warm your bed. And I'm sure you'd want him to."

My face falls at his accusation.

"I'm sure you'd let him."

"Do not speak so low and surely of me, Hound!" I hiss, "these words you sputter weigh heavily on the both of us."

He chuckles again, "is that supposed to be a threat?" He turns to me, "you think I give a shit about words?"

"Well, I do!" I snap, eyes watering in anger and frustration, "and your words hurt me!" I turn away from him, "I have done nothing but try to please you, and you do nothing but try to hurt me!"

"Please me," he grumbles and looks away, "you've done nothing but nag and slow me down!"

I ignore him as I ruefully wipe away my tears, cursing myself for crying over him again.

The Hound is about to bark another string of complaints but stops himself as he whips back at me. He looks for a second, adjusting his hold onto he reins, then turns away, "you should have married the likes of fucking Lord Alistair, little squirrel."

I scoff and shake my head at his new nickname, "well, I didn't choose you, didn't I, Hound?"

Lucy's looks at me, lips parting at sound of the remark.

Sandor turns to Daisy, watching her keep up with him with her three paws, "no, you did not."

We were finally... home.

It was the dead of night when we arrived, and my family estate was as abandoned as ever. The place was called Brown Wood, as it was near a forest which was home to many brown bears. The forest extended to the Sterling Rivers, which got its name for it's clear waters where you could fish for gold. It used to be a haven for both men and beasts alike, now, it was a ruin of darkness.

The people that remained there stayed as far from the forest as they could, fearing what lurked in the shadows.

Sandor had to open the gates himself, as there would be no one to do it for us. The moment we were inside, a chill ran down my spine.

"This was your home, milady?" Lucy asks, looking around the place as our horses tread inside.

I sniffle and offer a smile, mostly to mask the fear building in my stomach, "it wasn't always like this."

"How old were you when you left again?" she asks as she readies to dismount her horse.

Sandor shoos Daisy away before reaching out to help me down. I reply before I do, "10 & 3."

I huff as Sandor sets me down. I look up at him. He looks down on me, pulling his hands that lingered too long away from my waist. Daisy begins to run around and bark. The Hound walks off and shushes her.

Lucy takes my arm and we go inside together.

I thought if we lit candles and the fireplace, I'd feel less scared, but I think I was terrified now. I thought that if I ignored that feeling as I showed everyone around my old home, I'd feel better, but I didn't.

Lucy had decided to take the room near the kitchen, so she wouldn't have to walk so far in the mornings to cook for us. I wasn't exactly sure where Daisy was. It was now only Sandor and I walking down the halls. I was leading us to the master bedroom with a single candle in my hand.

I open the door and step in, "here it is."

I turn to Sandor, stood by the door. I place the candle down my the bedside table. He surveys the room, taking in the cob webs and the dusty furniture, "it's big room."

I lick my lips, "it was bigger in my head, but... it must have just been because I was a child when I was last here."

Sandor looks at me and nods, "I will sleep in the room beside you."

"Wha- wait!" I step forward.

Sandor's boots skid on the floor as he stops himself.

"Y-you're-- y-you're not going to sleep with me?"

Sandor grips the knob, "have I ever slept with you before?"

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

A moment of silence passes.

"You could start sleeping with me now," I offer weakly as I motion around, "there's more than enough space for the two of us."

Sandor shifts before speaking, "I'm going to take a bath before going to bed." And with that, he closes the door behind him.

I gasp when he does. I feeling a heavy dread sliver up my spine.

I roll my shoulders back and roughly brush my arms. I light the other candles in the room and busy myself with changing the sheets. There was a bittersweetness in doing so. This used to be my parents room. I knew where they kept their things and all their things were still in place. One would wonder why every item was still intact and untouched, but then one clearly does not know the horrid tales that befell Brown Wood.

I rip the sheets off the bed, coughing as dust flew around. I do my best attempt at changing the sheets and chuck the musty ones by the edge of the bed.

Once I gave up in fitting the sheets the way Lucy did, I huffed and undid my dress, remaining in nothing but my shift. I then hid under the covers.

My exhaustion should have made it easier to sleep, but the setting was triggering my memories. It wasn't long until I was recounting the one I hated the most. Fear was clawing at me, and soon enough, my mind was playing tricks.

The next thing I knew I was frozen in bed, too petrified to move, but wanting nothing more than to get up and flee, to where, I did not know. I begin to feel tears stream from my eyes, but I'm too scared to make a noise, too scared that it will bring forth the darkness lurking in the shadows.

Somehow, I eventually manage to convince myself to call a name, I do this against a pillow though. Slowly, I call the name louder and louder until I was screaming into the bed, "SANDOR!"

I burst into a shriek when I feel something touch my shoulders.

"IT'S ME! It's me!" he groans, ripping my blanket down, turning me to face him. I sit up and grab hold of his arms. I look at his face, I look at Sandor's alarmed expression. He was in nothing but his breeches but that didn't stop me from grabbing his bare shoulders as I sobbed.

"What's wrong, squirrel?" he pushes my hair away from my face, "why are you calling out to me like this?"

I feel him wipe my cheeks. I miss the gentleness of his touch because I'm too wrapped up in my terror.

I shake my head, "I can't do it."

"Do what?"

"Sleep on my own," I choke out, grabbing his wrists, "please."

Sandor remains still as I move closer to him.

"I swear to you I will stay on my side," I shake my head rapidly, "I will not move. I will not make a sound. I will make myself as small as possible, but I beg that you sleep with me, that you stay with me."

Sandor considers my desperation in silence.

I whine when he pulls away. I repel his actions and throw myself onto him, "please-"

"I'm just going to get my shirt."

"There are shirts here!" I say as I grab his arm and stand from bed. I drag him towards the closet and hand him my one of my father's old shirt. I get on my tiptoes and begin to put it on him. He grunts as I do this, but lets me do it anyway.

"I got it," he quips when I try helping him put the sleeve on.

I watch him put on the shirt. It looked a bit tight on him but I couldn't care less, he would have to make due. I grab his bicep, "so, you'll stay with me?"

Sandor eyes me, pushing his hair back, "I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

I release a breath, "I swear," I shake my head again, "I will not make a fuss! I am a light sleeper! If I do something, simply wake me so that I do not both-"

"I get it," Sandor says, pulling his arm away. I follow him closely as he steps into bed. I quickly follow after him, taking the smallest portion of the bed possible.

"I'm not that fucking massive, girl," he grumbles once he's on his side.

I turn to him, "I don't want to-"

"I'm bothered with you sleeping so on edge that you're going to roll off any second."

I scoot a tad closer to him.

Sandor makes himself comfortable. I slowly let myself do the same.

I anticipate an interrogation from him. I'm sure he wanted to ask why I was crying, why I wanted him here, why I'm so scared, but they never come. He just lays there with me in the quiet. I instead find myself focusing on the sound of his breathing as a distraction to my racing mind. I eventually tire myself out and slowly doze off.

I wake up with a groan. I bite my lip and reach out to the other side of the bed. Empty again.

I sigh and roll under the covers. I freeze when I feel a dampness between my thighs.

I push myself up and pull the sheets down as I sit up. A pool of red was seeping through my shift. A panic shoots through me. I clutch my belly, mortified as I rip up my skirt and see how much blood I've lost. Was this...

I lie back down and try to count the days that I last bled and the day Sandor and I laid together.

I release a breath. The counting is both calming and frustrating.

I sit back up and call, "Lucy!"

I stand from the bed and pull the sheets off, "Margaret!"

I walk to the closet and fish for a change of clothes, "Annetta!"

A voice from afar calls out, "coming, milady!"

Lucy was the one that responded. She gasps when she walks in, eyes immediately on the red of my otherwise white attire, "you're-"

"Not with child," I finish for her, looking over my shoulder, "is a bath prepared for me?"

Lucy takes a moment before nodding, "yes. It's why it took me a while to get here," she walks over to the sheets, "the girls didn't prepare the bath the way you like it."

"I do not mind not having lavender," I pull out a dress from the closet.

"Well, I mind," Lucy turns to me, "you have been aching for a two days now."

I hum, "and now we know why," I motion to the bed she was fixing.

Lucy takes my arm before I can walk off to the bathroom. She speaks my name; she says it in a soft and wary manner. I purse my lips and turn to her. I raise my brows expectantly.

She clenches her jaw, "do you think it is monthly blood or..." Lucy's face hardens.

"My love," I shake my head and offer a smile, "it is simply my that."

My handmaiden is unconvinced, "it's been three moons since you've bled."

"And has that not happened to me before when I was a maiden?" I tilt my head and brush her hair behind her shoulders.

The both of us turn to the door when someone knocks. I tell whoever it is to enter and in comes Annetta. The young farmer's girl was one of the now many servants in Brown Wood. Her eyes widen when she sees the red on my clothes. She scrambles to get something to cover me. I chuckle and assure her it is alright because I will be bathing anyway.

This haunted place lost its ghosts once we took in people to employ. The estate now resembled something like that of my childhood; plenty of rooms were now being used, people were bustling in and out, only except now, all the responsibility was glaringly obvious to me for it was my responsibility... and Sandor's.

It was tedious work, managing a house, managing an estate, managing the whole expanse of what was within the Brown Wood and the Sterling River. The Hound was keen on being obvious to how tedious it was.

I am partially grateful that he was doing his duties-- no, I am grateful that he was. But-

"My Lord," I rise from my seat on the dining table when I see Sandor march down the halls towards me. I smile softy and nod, "good morrow."

"Nothing's good about morrows," he grumbles. Sandor draws the chair at the head of the table back with a screech. He looks down at the table. He turns to me and asks, "where's the grub?"

I decide not to respond and only look over to where the kitchen was, calling for the servants. I sit down and smile when I turn to him, "I was hoping you would join me today."

Three servants walk in carrying our plates of food and an ewer. The Hound watches them place it down and leave.

I stand up again when he takes his plate, "please."

"You know I've got no time for this," he hisses in annoyance, "I have a bunch of sorry fucks' complaints to listen to-"

"I can do that!" I place my hand on my chest, "I can fill in those duties for you."

Sandor freezes.

I turn to the table, "I wanted to speak to you about these things as we ate."

My belly swirls at his silence.

I turn back to him and catch the way he rolls his jaw and wrists. I manage to repress the way I jolt at how he roughly sits himself down. I take a deep breath before sitting down.

The Hound immediately feasts. He makes soft sounds as he chews. The cutlery clanks against the china.

I begin to eat as well, "did you wake before sunrise again?"

He responds by stuffing more food in his mouth.

I look at him as I chew. I look at his burn scar, where his hair started and ended on that side of his face. I notice at how, though he is quick to eat, he is mindful not to get anything on his beard. I notice how he not once looks back at me.

"You needn't wake so early," I offer softly, "you can have someone else-"

"None of the sorry fucks in this town know how to use a sword, not properly. Once I train a few of them, they can train themselves," he takes the ewer and pours himself a cup of wine. He mutters as he brings the cup to his lips, "they keep complaining about the woodland monsters stealing their sheep, but I reckon it's them thieving on each other."

I put my silverware down, "you might not believe it, but the woodland monsters are real."

The Hound sets his cup before him and continues to eat.

I feel a frustrated ire build in me, "I've told you, those creatures are what killed my family. You saw my scar. You know why I cannot sleep without you."

"I didn't say I didn't believe your story," he finally turns to me, "I said they're stealing each other's sheep."

I turn back to my plate and cut up my food, "will you investigate the theft then?"

"What for?" he continues to eat, "I scared those pricks shitless. If anyone is stealing, now they won't."

My face twitches at the thought.

Sandor notices.

He chews for a moment before asking, "what?"

I tense as I turn to him.

He looks expectantly.

I purse my lips tightly before curving it into a smile, "you have been working tirelessly and have... very surely established lordship to Brown Wood, a role that is immensely different to the one you used to have. I know that this is not the life you want or ever thought of having, but I am grateful for your a-"

"You don't have to shield my heart and kiss my ass, squirrel," he leans back on his chair and waves impatiently, "get to the point."

I lick my lips and huff, "your time in service has hardened you, as it would any other man. It has helped you become the valiant warrior you are, but--" I cut myself off to gently mutter, "I feel your way is a bit too coarse."

The Hound says nothing.

I straighten up, "that is why I would like to take upon your load of relating with the people," I reach for the ewer and pour myself some wine, "in this way, you will not have to rise so early to fit all your errands in a day."

He places his hand atop my cup when I try to pick it up.

I pull my head back as he straightens up, "you know I used to wake at the ass crack of dawn for the stupid boy-king, doncha?"

My stomach drops when he leans in.

"So, what?" he narrows his eyes, "you'd do all the talking by yourself?"

I gulp, "ideally-"

"Ideally," he chuckles and pulls away.

"-so that you may use that time for your other responsibilities, your patrols. That is something you're much more accustomed to."

My skin pricks as when laughs harder. It felt like his amusement was laced with poison.

He shakes his head and sighs deeply. He looks at me for a good long moment then tilts his head, "you think I can't do it."

I furrow my brows.

"You think I'm an imbecile who can't solve petty arguments between illiterate boneheads," he begins to flare, "and you don't want the pretty memory of your dead fucking family to be tainted by my monstrosity."

I am appalled by his words, "that's not what I said!"

"You didn't need to," he nods, "shackled to a Hound, you ought to use him like one, right? Never mind giving him a chance."

I feel like a stake pierced through my ribs. His low chuckle squeezes my heart. I rebut, "that is not what I meant."

"And what did you mean?!"

"I want to help you!" I fight back the way my eyes wanted to water, "I want to share your burden! I grew up watching my uncle speak to his people in his house, while you grew up learning the ways of the blade. What I offer is a more logical setup."

"Just like it was logical of you to keep a three legged dog," he quips back.

I scoff in disbelief.

"I suppose you want me to hunt the creatures that butchered your family next, huh?" he scratches his beard.

My face drops at the thought. I rapidly shake my head I disagreement.

He clenches his fist and grits his teeth, "why not? Maybe then you can have your kid with that pretty boy-lord across the meadow."

His words make belly contract. I clutch my belly, painfully aware that I was bleeding between my thighs this moment.

"I'm not with child," I blurt out, unable to contain my tears any longer.

Sandor is freezes, at the sight of the tears and the statement.

"I woke up bleeding," I say between cries, "I've never been regular bleeder. It's not unusual for me to skip through multiple moons."

The next words he says butchers me.

"Maybe it's the gods' will for you not to be a mother."

I stare at him in horror after hearing this. His blank expression is chilling to the bone.

He suddenly stands, "there's always something awry when we speak, and you always end up weeping."

Is this why he thinks I shouldn't be a mother?

"In any case, we ought to not speak to each other at all."

My jaw drops. I nearly choke on my heart, "now you don't even want to speak to me."

"Look at yourself," he raises a hand, "you don't want to speak to me."

"Because you are treating me so cruelly!" I spring up from my seat.

The Hound shakes his head, "I'm treating you just fine. I'm doing you a favor."

Sandor tenses as he watches me shove my chair back and walk away.

[tired-biscuit]

I once dreamt about dry humping Dean Winchester while locking him between the bathroom sink and myself.... I started watching supernatural after that ahaha I didn't even know the character before, I just knew that he was hot 😂 so I wouldn't throw tomatoes at you, I'd throw you a bouquet of flowers 💕

WAIT THAT’S SUCH A HOT DREAM, TF!!!!! i’m on season 2 right now cos i’m rewatching it after so many years and he’s just…………… he’s so older brother coded in every way and it’s driving me insane, like i need to sit him down and hold his face in my hands and look him in the eyes and tell him that he’s good enough and that he always will be good enough and that he needs to take care of his needs better because he is also important!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he matters!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, i watched that episode where jo removed the bullet from his arm while sam was acting like he’s got rabies because of the demon that possessed him and he was groaning and just HDJSJDJD HAHHAHAH WHEWWWW I BLUSHED LOL

ALSO HIM IN THAT PRIEST FIT!!!!!!!!!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

i'm new to the sherlock fandom as of this year.... i just found this clip from 9 years ago... currently sobbbing T^T

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jf8VxWTV_8E

Hey Nonny!

HAHHAHAH WHY ARE HURTING ME ALREADY!! YOU JUST GOT HERE!!

LOL Seriously though, wow it's been a long time since I've seen that one, thanks for the memories, OOOOOOOOOFF.

Welcome to the fandom Nonny, we love suffering hahahhahahah. <3

[hyukalyptus]

internet user hyukalyptus, my love, i’ve been following you for literal MONTHS and i just realised that my brain has been registering your user as hyukaplatypus. forgive me🧎‍♀️

hahhahah its okay~ i get this a lot actually! maybe i should put something in my guidelines or something lol

[mariaofdoranelle]

Hi! Is there any chance of the next laun chapter being posted in the next hour to two hours? Lol I’m too excited and trying to plan my evening because your chapter will deserve my full attention

HAHHAHAH i was fast asleep when you sent the ask, but i just need to edit some scenes and make the header so it’s safe to say i’m posting tonight, how about that? ❤️

(to help your plans, i live in the utc -3 time zone. i hope my ‘tonight’ is your ‘tonight’ as well lol)

[justanotherfanaccount]

A play-by-play of the live action Avatar

Episode 1

SPOILERS (obviously)

Daaannngg CGI is good

Who is this guy?

Ohhhh it's a flashback...totally knew that (he in fact did not know that)

KYOSHIIIIIII

I kinda love that we get to see all the air nomads 🥺

...aang can fly? ...that's a huge thing that he can't do for a reason hold up...maybe he's just gliding a lot?

Aang is so cute 🥺 just a little baby

I love that we get to see aang learning he's the avatar and seeing him with gyatso

"Keep pretending I'm your friend" "I am your friend" don't mind me crying 😭😭

APPA YOU'VE ARRIVED

"Monks don't even trust me to feed the baby bison" that's so aang love that for him

This kid is such a good actor for saying this monologue to Appa who is probably some giant blue thing in reality

So far the worst CGI is Appa (which I think is kinda funny)

Is it gonna show the genocide!? AHHHH NO THAT'S TOO PAINFUL

"brothers, sisters were under attack!" If that doesn't show you how peaceful they are 😭

Omg I hope gyatso doesn't believe aang abandoned them in their time of need

THESE AIRBENDERS ARE SUCH BADASSES

...this is brutal... Netflix definitely changed the "no deaths on screen" policy. I'm just watching people get burned to a crisp

I know what happened and I'm crying seeing Gyatso protect all the kids 😢

(This is really good so far... I'm enjoying it)

AVATAR AANG LETS GOOOOO

100 years later

*said in SpongeBob voice*

"Sulk later paddle now" there's the sokka sass

(Also I like how they haven't stated that it's been 100 years cuz I feel like they're gonna make it a big reveal)

RIP sexist sokka causing katara to release aang 😔😔 we'll miss your character arc

Zuko looks so tiny next to the other fire benders hehehe

KATARA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?! (jk I know)

I love how dramatic aang looked just for him to slide down the hill

"Mysterious little bald person" hahhahah yeesss

YOU LEFT APPPPAAAAA

Irohhhh I love yoouuuu (all he did was show up)

APPA thank goodness

Sokka stepping behind katara was perfect

Not gran gran saying the theme 🤭 I can't even take it seriously

I feel like gran gran isn't dramatic enough. Give me that SHOCK factor.

Don't make fun of zuko BITCH 😡

"Are you okay?" ...no katara...he's not okay

"Guess he had to grow up fast" yes 🥺 he did...my baby

Yes zukoooo get that fire

"A nice cup of jasmine tea" 😌

"You're wrong" ...he's not wrong baby but I understand...it'll take a while

"I'm a warrior I should be able to do more for our people" I love her 🥺

Das not good (referring to the fire nation)

Dang gran gran knows everything

I kinda like angry sokka 👀 I feel like he's gonna have a good character arc

"I am sokka" > "hi there, zuko here" pipeline

Aang baby whatchu doing watching sokka get beat up

...spoke too soon lol

THE ROCKS LETS GOOOO CHILD WARRIORS sokka looks like a proud dad 🥺

"I think you're the bravest person I've ever met" 😭 sokkas face when he said that

"Let's go save that weird kid" heck yeah sokka!!!

"Myself included" love the honesty iroh hahhah

"Is that what you believe?" No answer is an answer iroh 👀

I love how none of them have ever dealt with an airbender before so they have no idea how to deal with him

"There's no way you're getting me on that- AHHHHH" is the most sokka thing yet I laughed out loud

HIS GLIDER LET'S GOOOO (I know that's in the og but i never know what they're gonna change so I'm gonna continue getting excited over little things)

Zuko is so concerned 😟 his face literally says 'that's my only hope getting away'

"Hey kid!" YES SOKKA LOVE YOU

KATARA YES YOU DID THAT!! HECK YEAH MOTHER FUCKER (...pardon my language)

Aang not going into the avatar state is kinda cool cuz you got to see katara be a badass

"So where do we go?" My brain immediately went "do you want to go penguin sledding with me!?"

...well this is way sadder than penguin sledding

On another note aangs tattoo is so cool...i.love the patterns in it

Gyatso 😭😭😭 NOOOOO

This must be so hard for him cuz in aangs mind he just saw everyone YESTERDAY

AVATAR STATE AANG

Don't mind me I'm just crying

That was very emotional...I was not prepared even though I should've been

I'm glad sokka still had some comic relief in him...I was really worried

Aang keeping gyatsos necklace (??) 😭

Showing zuko during aangs speech was good 👀

I love how dramatic it is but i hope they still put in some of the silliness from the original show

Overall I enjoyed it though!! I was really nervous so it went a lot better than I anticipated I'm not gonna lie

[borathae]

You cover your eyes on instinct, “why are you naked?” me when i saw naked kook in the gcf I LIFTED MY EYES UP AS IF LIKE I WOULD HAVE SEEN SOMETHING 💀💀💀 and then went to twitter to oggle freely cuz its a free real estate

but his hips are your favorite part of his body. 136% CORRECT

His dick looks mouthwatering in this light call that aesthetic dick, aesthedick

IM SORRY I COULDNT RESIST (not sorry)

steal a glance at his butt as he does. “Hot damn”, jungkook when he walked in when hobi was showering

the mask para reminds me of hobi slapping skincare on to his face

He groans, “don’t stop baby. Don’t stop." sure JKHUSYIGXLAUDGY CSULIGUFJCYGUKBSFEK STOP BLOND HOSEOQUE TELLING ME TO NOT STOP GRRRDSJ BARK

*also starts playing nct baby dont stop

“Too late for that”, you say giggling she said oops hee hee

You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly POOKIE U CANT JUST DROP THAT BOMB ON ME AND JUST SHRUG ?? LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT ABOUT MY MENTAL HEALTH????

"sounds like a song doesn’t it?" he jokes it does lol my man is so funny *

You secretly hoped for his towel to fall. It didn’t, THEM DAMN TOWELS HAVE BABY GRIP STRENGTH IN FFS LIKE THEY DONT FALL AT ALL

i dont know if havent said this before, but i love the way the characters talk during sex in your writing, sexy or not, they are all soo wholesome

HIM PUTTING HER IN PLACE NGHG AHD AAAAAAH 😩😩😩

"What did you just call me?" HOBBLES, HOBITY BOBITY BOO, J-NOPE, HOESOCK/HOESUCK THERE HAPPY???

You idiot left the show running. Fuck you probably missed the best parts. ...best parts are definitely happening right now. CORRECT JUNG FUCKING HOSEOQUE IS FUCKING YOU, NOTHING IS BETTER THAN THAT

Outside guns and sirens were going off.  WTF IS GOING ON definitely not the best thing to hear right after fucking lol

Or are we in an official apocalypse?" very funny to think that u didnt know what was going to happen in 2 years . haha nobody knew

HOLD ON IM GETTING MORE THOUGHTS AAAAAAA

ok so back to the glowing dick alien IM SORRY U SAID NO MORE BUT I CANT STOP THINKING U KNOW *plays twice

imagine the same thing( tv on and siren going off) idk when oc and alien AND OC IS TRIGGERED cuz they moved to a different planet when oc was really young cuz of some apocalypse and she grew up and met alien bangtan

me when i saw naked kook in the gcf I LIFTED MY EYES UP AS IF LIKE I WOULD HAVE SEEN SOMETHING 💀💀💀 and then went to twitter to oggle freely cuz its a free real estate

bruh same HOLY FUCK I was at work watching the stream and went from -.- to OoO within seconds fjadjf thank god my back was turned to the rest of the office hahhahah

call that aesthetic dick, aesthedick

BLOCKED hahahahhha (i love puns)

the mask para reminds me of hobi slapping skincare on to his face

YSES HAHAH it was inspired by that hafjdsj

He groans, “don’t stop baby. Don’t stop." sure JKHUSYIGXLAUDGY CSULIGUFJCYGUKBSFEK STOP BLOND HOSEOQUE TELLING ME TO NOT STOP GRRRDSJ BARK

legs wide open tbfh

You secretly hoped for his towel to fall. It didn’t, THEM DAMN TOWELS HAVE BABY GRIP STRENGTH IN FFS LIKE THEY DONT FALL AT ALL

HAHHAHAHA the ffs towel says "content besties" JFJADSJF

i dont know if havent said this before, but i love the way the characters talk during sex in your writing, sexy or not, they are all soo wholesome

omgmg thank youu <333333

HIM PUTTING HER IN PLACE NGHG AHD AAAAAAH 😩😩😩

ME NEXT nfadsnf istfg I need to inhale him

HOLD ON IM GETTING MORE THOUGHTS AAAAAAA ok so back to the glowing dick alien imagine the same thing( tv on and siren going off) idk when oc and alien AND OC IS TRIGGERED cuz they moved to a different planet when oc was really young cuz of some apocalypse and she grew up and met alien bangtan

ooooh daaamn bestiieie the angst is angstingnn 👀👀 and him coming to rescue her and hug her cause he can't bear to have his sweet earthling be upset fdnasfn 😩😩

[therhythmafterthesummer]

i feel like i can hear feral sounds from 🥝 anon just by the mention of that mitten drabble. looking forward to it!! No pressure tho, take your time :)

hugs for u and raven and everyone who needs them! i feel like it’s a necessity to ask for Raven pics but only if you want to. 🤍

also hope u get that rest you need 🥺💜

~🍓

i sure hope so, since it's inspired by one of her asks hahhahah

hugs for you tooo!!! rest... i'm not getting as much as i'd like lol. i seriously need to take some holidays cuz work is consuming meee. i hope you're getting some decent rest yourself tho (:

idk if i've shared this before, but here's a nachimbong hater Raven:

[justyouraverageweird]

star-crossed

précis: tragic lesbians let’s goooo

a word to the wise: doomed yuri :( (you asked for it lol)

letterbox: write doomed yuri (@cult-of-yuri)

Women kiss kiss fall in love and it's happy and sappy and honestly kinda cringe but they're sooo cute together that people decide to just smile and nod and scream internally about how they'll never have a love life like these two

Golly I sure hope nothing bad happens to them

Oh no

Oh dear

Whaaaaaaaat???

A hand reached out and grazed her cheek, like many times before.

By second nature, she put her own hand against silken skin and leaned further into the warmth it provided, staring at her beloved.

Indeed, it was not a groundbreaking revelation or a once-in-a-lifetime event. Nonetheless, it never failed to rekindle something within the young girl, bringing her into an almost feverish stupor and flooding her heart with a sudden torrent of emotions.

A rush of nervousness. A dose of adrenaline. A whisper of doubt. A glimmer of hope.

Apprehension. Euphoria. Uncertainty. Reverence.

Love.

Alas, it seemed the only emotion that currently permeated through her core was terror.

"Don't do this to me," she exclaimed urged begged.

"Don't you dare. Don't—Just—" A traitorous sob came out of her lips. "Please, you can't leave me. Not again."

Oh, how cruel was her dearest.

How cruel was she for possessing her entirety, consuming all her will and thought, only to don melancholic eyes and a feeble smile whilst seizing her heart and wrenching it taut and aching and bleeding, without hesitation or reluctance, just flowing and seeping through—

Her lover's shirt, even as she practically submerged her other palm with that grotesque red in her efforts to apply pressure and bandage with what she had, the wound refused to stop bleeding—

She almost didn't catch it, but in all honesty there would never be a world where she dared not stop and listen to the sound of her dear's voice. It was a melodious timbre of sunlight, birdsong, and everything in between. Now however, that heavenly voice seemed adamant on spewing out the most vexing things.

"Stop it," the heavens murmured. "You have to leave—"

"No," The devotee snarled.

"They're still after us—"

"We'll deal with them later. You're the main priority right now—"

"HOMURA!"

Homura stopped.

That was the first time Madoka ever raised her voice at her.

"Please...I don't want this anymore. I don't—I don't want to see you suffer anymore in vain."

A rueful laugh sputtered out from Homura's mouth. "Then what shall you have me do?"

"...Stay.

That's all l...ask..."

Her darling's rosy eyes filled with tears. Instinctively the dark-haired girl went to wipe them away, but she found her unblemished hand intertwined with another. She looked away, blinking back tears, and yet Madoka's hand turned her head and so she was caught in her lover's gaze again.

It must have been mere seconds. Minutes…felt like centuries. She did not know. The passage of time held no worth for her, fruitless as it was.

But she knew that even eternity would not be enough, for it was all too quick and all too soon.

Warmth left the hand that graced her form.

Like a leaf straying from the branch, like rain descending from the skies... the hand fell to the ground, and with it all reason to live.

The goddess had forsaken her acolyte.

No.

She knew better than that.

The acolyte had failed her goddess. And by due punishment, the disciple shall never be graced by her deity's presence again in this lifetime.

She no longer adhered to religion. And yet, she cast her eyes above and cursed out whoever would listen, for what was perfection and divine incarnate was taken from her once again.

"Have I not done enough?" The girl demanded. "Have I not given enough? WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?"

She screamed and shouted and cried out until all was left of her was a husk, an empty shell, and even then.

The gods did not answer.

Well.

The girl's eyes narrowed and her heart hardened to stone. As solemn as one would in a ceremony, in sacred rituals and sanctimonious matrimony...Homura pressed a kiss to her love's forehead and gently closed Madoka's eyes.

There would be time for mourning. There would be time for a proper send-off. But now...

The echo of footsteps emerged from behind. Unsurprised, she turned her head to the herald of girls marching their way.

The so-called heroes that failed them.

And so, just like many times before, the faithful devotee did everything to reach for her goddess against all odds, no matter the cost.

And so the cycle begins once more.

[askinkiskarma]

Yesss I love these lol I’m addicted to new information about anything and honestly messaging you is ten times more fun with that obsessed anon around like coming after everyone who talks to you 🫨

😐💖💻🌈 I choose these madam Andra

hey belle my love xx

hahahaha, i know, it's like a game of russian roulette, who will be the next person to be told to stop talking to me??? hahhahah

😐 What embarrasses you most about your own writing?

the topic? hahahhah, idk, but i wouldn't want my mum reading my stuff 😅

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

my dialogue? i care a lot about dialogue that seems authentic and actually seems like something someone would be able to imagine being spoken out loud.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

YES! i do a loot of research hahahah, for illicit affairs and the archer i spent hours upon hours of my life researching medical stuff, archery stuff, weapons (how to load, how to unload, ammo, how to clean them etc). the deepest dive was probably the weapons overall, bc it shows up quite a lot throughout the series

🌈 What inspired you to write [insert fic here]?

you didn't mention a fic so i will choose cruel summer. i think it was just that when i was writing cardigan, i loved the dynamic between neteyam and atan when they were young sm, but it was always platonic and i always thought to myself "these two have a lot better self control than i do cause there's no way i would be able to resist neteyam" hahahah. also just reading avatar x human fics, i always thought despite what we love to imagine, in reality it probably wouldn't end well, despite how great the love is between them. so that's how it came to be x

tysm for asking belle bb xxx

[merotwst]

HUH HAHHAHAH I MEAN that is pretty clever!!! and kind of sweet! literally lol GOOD LUCK BRIANNNN