#okah that's enough

[ilumistar]

DANA TERRACE!!! TELL US WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN ALADOR + DARIUS AND/OR IF THEYRE CANON, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS‼️‼️ /HJ /LH

[cartbarnie]

Please does anyone get me like. Ih my hod. I know Kumatora isnt technically related to the Magi’s but imagine finding out your missing uncle is this guy youve been hating since the start. Like wouldnt that shock you. Like im actually so insane like did Kumatora know Lorcia before he became Fassad??? Does fassad mnow about Kumatora’s relation to the Magi’s?? What if Kumatora instantly knew something was off about him when he used pk starstorm?? LIKE??? SOMEONE HELO ME I CANT KEEP FASSADPOSTING

[spotaus]

New Age AU (The Magic Retreats)

Hi guys!!! So, I wrote this one in a fit of passion, but here's a brief take 2 on the most important chapter of the fic and the first one I posted! (In which Night becomes Tiny again :] ) As always this drabble is unedited and un-checked so uhh. Good luck!

(HI @ancha-aus , @papiliovolens , and @mutzelputz welcome back!)

   The days felt like they were growing longer again. Maybe it was the change of the seasons, or the workload ramping up again making his nights bleed into his mornings. No matter the case, Nightmare was lucky to have moments of rest from his endless piles of debts and taxes and laws and requests that were strewn all about his office. They were nice, neat, piles now, but they seemed to be an endless cycle. He'd solve one problem and it would result in a new report of catastrophe somewhere else.

   Often, he wondered whether it was that his Mother's ruling style had truly worked, or if she'd ignored it. After all, she'd been a God amongst mortals, why would she care for a few challenged livelihoods amidst her paradise?

   The sharp clash of metal on magic drew Nightmare's attention back to the present. Against all odds, he'd managed to convince Cross to start training his sword again. When Cross had first started getting lessons to properly control his magic, harnessing even whisps of Nightmare's own spells on occasion, he'd quickly neglected his physical training. Over the last few weeks, Nightmare had voiced his worry that Cross might find himself up against another foe like Dust. One who he couldn't simply control. He needed to re-learn his old battle tactics. Only then, he'd promised, they would move on to harnessing both at once.

   So, now, he was sparring against Horror in the training room. Nightmare sat off to the side on the benches, Dust and Killer on either side of him watching intently. Two of his tendrils hovered readily before him, ready to pounce to intercept any wayward attacks or truly dangerous intent, though he trusted his Knight to not put his newest comrade in any real danger. The other two tendrils lay lax behind the bench, curling comfortably beneath where his other Knights sat at his sides.

   These were the sorts of daily distractions he enjoyed. Which pulled him away from the stress of the papers and the outside world. He could focus solely on his charges and how best to help them. They helped him so often, he just wanted to return the favor.

   His eyelight followed the movements, as Horror stayed more or less right on Cross's tail. His axe swung slower than normal, and it was obvious he was taking the training seriously without giving Cross a heart-attack from the force of his normal blows. It wasn't often Nightmare allowed them to pair up precisely because of that. Horror had no magic for Cross to control, none that would help him at least. Meanwhile, Horror's brute strength could snap Cross like a twig if something were to go slightly awry.

   A swing of the axe, Cross's longsword cracking against the handle as he blocked. A push-off, sending Cross back a few steps before he swung. Missed. The axe was on him again, this time towards his side. Cross jumped over it, swung his sword. Missed again. The axe came in again, from above. A narrow block, one which forced Cross to his knee, before Horror let up.

   Horror was simply a marvel of physical combat. He hadn't been a good fighter when Nightmare met him, but he'd learned very quickly. From watching the guards, from listening to Nightmare. Though, Nightmare was almost positive Killer had actually been his biggest influence. Killer, the cockpit, single Knight at that time. He'd taken Dust under his supervision at the time, practically heading the dismantling of the crime rings Dust knew so well all on his own. Meanwhile, Nightmare was working with Horror to understand how to fix the farming situation across the kingdom. Once things settled, and Nightmare expressed interest in having Horror stick around, it was Killer who showed off in combat training. Horror spun off his feet and pushed off his hands in the way expected of a much smaller, leaner, monster. Very similar to how Killer fought when he was playing around.

   It was evidently too unfamiliar for Cross. He'd been taught formal swordplay, but here in this kingdom? That was about as useful as playing with a slingshot and trying to operate a trebuchet. It seemed similar, but it could only get one so far.

   Cross had been steadily improving, of course. Just a year or so ago, Cross had been besting all the rest of the royal guard out on the training field. But placed against Killer, the best of the best at practical combat, no holds bar? He'd fumbled. Now, Nightmare knew Cross could hold his own against his proudest Knight. That meant a lot in such a short time. Pride filled his chest at the thought, as he watched the two of them clash again and again.

   He knew his time was running short for today. He'd had Dust and Killer work on their team-building and attack him earlier on in training while Cross and Horror were warming up. As he already knew, they were chatty, but very efficient in their coordination.

   "On your left!" Killer would call out. Dust would simply duck as Killer instead vaulted over his head as though emerging from the shorter Knight's shadow, knife in hand, glowing red with energy.

   Killer's use of deceptive verbal cues was a talent he'd come up with all his own. Nightmare remembered him pestering Dust over it every dinner for a week after he'd first thought of it. Dust had seemed annoyed at first, but Nightmare could tell after the first session of them trying it out, against him? He'd been unaware, and if his magic didn't work separate from his mind on occasion, they would have gotten him in the first two minutes.

   They'd used it again earlier, and even after several years it still kept Nightmare on his toes. He figured that was why he felt tired as he watched the two locked in mock battle before him. The cognitive challenges did tend to make his socket heavy with sleep. And he hated to admit it, but he always knew about when to end their afternoon trainings, because it lined up with when his mind would start to lag. Even years later, his body still seemed to respond to the familiar draw of a long-discarded bed time.

   He'd let them exchange a few more blows, before calling it off and ushering them all off to clean up before dinner. Even if he knew only Cross and Dust would go wash up. Horror would go change out of his training gear into clean clothes, he hated to look messy at the dinner table, abd Killer would simply stick to his side like glue.

   It never was a point of complaint, he appreciated the commitment, but sometimes he really did wish he'd at least take a moment to swap clothes. Sometimes he tracked all sorts of dirt and scraps of magic out of the training room and into the halls.

   Mm. The clashing seemed to have reached a rhythm. That meant Cross had gotten familiar with Horror's movement patterns again. It never lasted long, Horror was very adaptable, but it did mean that Cross would be locked into the stalemate now, or it'd be an easy defeat for Horror. Better to call it now and send them off with a bit of praise. They never ceased to impress him, they'd all grown so much.

   "Alright, end the match." he called. It didn't take hardly a moment for the order to register after his voice carried to the two monsters.

   Cross was the first to pull away, with Horror letting his swing fall short and his Axe's momentum swing up and into the air. He caught the grip and almost immediately stuffed it back into its own holster along his back. Cross sheathed his sword, and while a bit out of breath, he still grinned triumphantly and bowed amicably to Horror. Horror returned it with a nod. Their little ritual.

   "Wonderful work today, all of you." Nightmare announced, his front two tendrils slinking back to his sides as they no longer had danger to be hyper aware of. To defend against. "Tomorrow, I want to see you two spar again, I believe you are making great leaps in progress, Cross. Dust will provide you both with terrain obstacles in the form of erratic magic attacks to simulate a more turbulent battle field and provide Horror with more opportunity to practice dodging." The suggestion seemed well-recieved, and Nightmare let his good eyelight turn to Killer, who sat grinning beside him. "Killer, you and I will be doing more endurance training for your magic."

   "Looking forward to it, my Lord," Killer replied.

   That made Nightmare chuckle a bit. Once upon a time, Killer would tense up at the premise of magic training. Then, as he grew bolder, groan at the mention. He was not proficient in the sort of magic Cross, Dust, or he himself relied on, but his preferred weapon was a knife or two summoned by his own soul. Since it was magic, Nightmare insisted he learn to better sustain and alter it rather than letting it atrophy in the wake of his extensive physical training. Now, seeing him grin lazily at the idea, not a worry weighing on his soul? It made Nightmare feel a lot more justified in making the rambunctious Knight do the more "boring" practical training.

   "If we understand what to expect for the afternoon tomorrow, then you are dismissed. I will see you all at dinner," he declared. Humor filled his chest at the warmth which rolled off his knights at the mention of food. Dinner was always cooked by Ccino, and Ccino was the best cook. Nightmare would know.

   He watched as Cross gave a little salute before he turned on his heel to begin to follow Horror's lumbering gait towards the heavy doors separating this room from the hall. The newest Knight's voice was quiet, but excitable as he started to reflect on his techniques to Horror. He always debriefed after a training.

   Beside him, Dust swung forward off the bench and landed silently, already moving to follow the other two. His body-language always seemed disgruntled, and his expression was hidden under his darkened hood, but Nightmare knew he was pleased with his work tonight. Content with what he had accomplished.

   "Cross is gettin' a lot faster." Killer's voice was calm beside him, and Nightmare followed the other's hollow gaze to where the other three were discarding their gear, hanging it up on the racks near the door where they always stored the supplies.

   Four spaces, one for each knight. Killer had gouged his name into the wooden base of his own years ago.

   "I agree." Nightmare let one of his tendrils wrap at the ground around a leg of the bench. "It helps that he is eager and willing to improve on his skills. And that he has others to lean on as he continues to learn."

   Killer's scoff quickly devolved into a laugh at the thinly veiled praise. It wasn't unusual of him to slip it into conversation. A quick, gentle nudge of praise. Acknowledgement and appreciation. Killer had heard to most of it, and Nightmare often worried he'd find it insincere.

   As far as he knew, he never did.

   "You should go put up your armor as well." Nightmare suggested, nudging at Killer's back with a tendril.

  

   "Yes, sir." Killer chimed, the sharpness of his laughter still on his tongue.

   Nightmare rose simply, and Killer pushed off the bench with a quick hop. His feet planted, and Nightmare waited for him to take a step towards where the others were before moving to follow. It felt right, to see them all in one spot. Relaxed.

   He moved to follow Killer's quick steps, only... All at once his vision seemed to double, and he halted himself. He could feel his tendrils lash out, moving to stabilize him against the floor of the training room. He still stood upright, just barely, but it seemed all his balance had left him. Instinctively, in a fit of habit, he shut his good socket and took a moment. The swaying feeling he was gripped by, even after a deep breath an counting to five, did not fade. The darkness which usually seemed to calm him only seemed to make the swaying worse. He could not tell if the motion was coming from him, or I the ground beneath him was shifting like the deck of a boat. Without his vision he couldn't orient up versus down, let alone find his stability again.

   Opening his good socket provided him with orientation, though his vision still danced and swirled. He was looking down, down towards the brick ground, from the space behind his palm. When did he place his hand to his socket? The view included his legs, which he recognized now were shaking, and his tendrils which were trying to hold him in place.

   And...

   He jolted at the contact he could see but hadn't felt in the slightest. He skull reeled up so that he could see who had touched him. One hand on his elbow. The other- when did he grab Killer's arm? When had Killer turned around to look at him? Why was Killer looking at him like that?

   It was Killer, who had ahold of him, though he couldn't feel the Knight's touch, and he couldn't tell if he was gripping the other's arm at all. Though he was, he could see it.

   His vision warped again with the quick movement. A desperate bid to look past Killer. Was there a threat? The blurry form of Dust shot past him, he thought. Horror and Cross still seemed to be by the door.

   The ceiling. Why was he looking at the ceiling? No, wait, the floor now. It grew closer, in the space between himself and Killer, as the opening for him to see it grew smaller. Then he couldn't see it at all, his vision replaced swiftly by- training gear. The leather smell invaded his senses as the rest failed him. He couldn't feel Killer, though he knew the knight was near to him. That, as far as he could tell, Killer had caught him. That he'd sunken to the ground under his own weight.

   Why?

   His socket wasn't being helpful. It seemed, from what he saw, that his tendrils were trying to melt away as they moved errantly to slap onto Killer's back or the ground beyond. Surely that wasn't right? His tendrils had never wavered. He shut his socket again, letting his skull sink into the training armor again.

   It didn't occur to him for a few moments, that he couldn't hear his knights, until he suddenly could.

   The voices were loud and grating, breaking his wobbling darkness once again as he tried to force his socket back open. What was wrong with him?

   "Horror, I said go get Ccino! Now!" Killer. He'd know that voice anywhere, though he didn't like the angry tone. Like fire spitting from his tongue seemingly right above Nightmare's skull. "This isn't some sort of test, I- I don't know what this is. It can't be good."

   Nightmare tried to reach out. Not physically, it felt he still couldn't control his limbs. No, he tried to sense. Did the others know what was wrong with him? Was the rising panic in his chest originating from his own emotions or theirs? Had... had one of them done something?

   No, it wasn't them.

   "Shit." Somewhere behind him, he heard Dust's voice hiss. "His magic levels are dropping. And fast."

   For a second, Nightmare was stunned. What did he mean his magic levels were dropping? Though, it made sense. Somewhere deep in his chest he could feel it, the swaying motion as his magic tried to peel away from his bones. He-

   "What do you-" Killer still sounded frustrated, and he too spat an expletive a moment later.

   Nightmare, for the briefest moment, thought he felt touch again against his skull. He let his blurry socket fall closed again, the vision only worsening as his magic rocked with unseen waves of revulsion.

   "Cross, try to grab his magic," Killer ordered.

   The familiar splattering of the young Night would've been comforting, if the suggestion didn't fill him with dread. Killer knew better than that. They'd agreed Cross could only touch on controlling his magic. Nothing more. It was too vast.

   "W-what! I- I shouldn't-" Cross attempted to stammer a defense, but Killer was quicker with words. Always had been.

   "Just try. Now. Hold it in place and see if it stablizes." The command was a lot more controlled than the previous one, but his tone was leaving no room for error. "When the King and Ccino are unavailable, I'm in charge. Listen to me."

   Nightmare had never heard Killer take charge in such a way before, and in his haze he might've written it off as a product of his imagination. All of this being some sort of weird hallucination. But he felt the invasive force of Cross' magic snake over his bones.

   He'd felt it before, a sort of blanket or hand-hold aimed at the ends if his tendrils which could make them twitch a bit with Cross's own will. This time he felt it creep up the length of his spine and dig unseen claws into his shoulder blades. He could feel it, just like he could now feel Killer's chin and shoulder, where his skull had been tucked. He could feel the hand supporting his back, the other his side. He felt limp as the forceful magic washed over him.

   Nightmare gagged.

   Cross's magic caught on something, like a hook finding the fish, and for a brief few moments, Nightmare felt like he had a ball of gunk in his non-existant gut. Something heavy and feral, trying to escape.

   For just a moment, he regained a breath of awareness. He felt his Knight supporting his weight, he felt the nakedness of his back where his tendrils had completely abandoned him, he felt the emotions of the three still with him. Fear. Confusion. Anger. He didn't like it much. He still couldn't move his limbs.

   And just as quickly as it was stable, the hold on the wild magic slipped away. Like the fish had broken the string.

   It flowed up, like the force of a dam finally released. Through his ribcage, past his shoulders where Cross's magic seemed to dissipate all at once, into his mouth.

   Nightmare regained some semblance of control over his body at that moment. As the magic seemed to rush towards freedom. He shoved away from Killer all at once, the chill of the stone hitting his palms heavily and his socket opening if only to watch as he lost it. That dark, thick, sticky magic that had marked him as a bad omen. That had gifted him the power to rule in place of his twin. Protect those he loved.

    It spilled to the stone before him, and he was stunned to watched that, as he heaved suddenly labored breaths, it sunk away. Disappeared. Just like that, instead of his familiar darkness, the protective shield, the instinctive defense he had grown to know, he was staring at the floor. And the space in which his wobbling arms hid under too-big sleeves, and from the cuffs escaped perfect, pearly-white bone. Bone he could never seem to reach no matter how hard he scrubbed with water and soap. Bones that seemed so frail in the torchlight.

   "My king?"

   Nightmare let his eyelight raise from the ground. It wasn't as wobbly anymore, his vision slowly coming back to normal. He still took his time trailing from the ground, to look at Killer's pants. He was on his knees, hardly an arm's length away. Then the edges of his chestplate. His arms were outstretched, hovering barely away from touching Nightmare. He shook at the closeness, but didn't dare try to move. Killer's soul was wobbling. Nightmare's boww furrowed at the sight. It was very small, but he'd always notice the little changes and moves. Though, he noticed an absence of something at the back of his skull as he stared. Something missing.

   Killer's face was last. He looked serious, his dark sockets not a new sight, but Nightmare hardly saw Killer so serious. He'd seen the look before. Usually when he'd see someone bothering Ccino. It had always been brief, quickly disguised under his patented sadistic grin. Killer just watched him now. As though he was sone glass sculpture ready to tip off the end of the table.

   He hated, as he stared, that he couldn't- he could feel-

   He tried to shift, to whip his head to look for the knight he knew should've been behind him. And he was right, of course. A glimpse of Dust's shadowed skull and tense body-language told Night he was on high-alert, but Nightmare hadn't been able to feel him. Hadn't sensed his presence at all. No emotions, no aura, no nothing.

  

   "Woah, steady!" Killer yelped as Nightmare felt himself tilt.

   Looking up at Dust had disoriented him. The weight distribution was different now. His body listed to the side, and he flinched when arms wrapped around at his sides and tugged his upper half onto soft fabric. Killer's legs. Killer had caught him.

   "My king, Nightmare, it's you, right?" He sounded the same. Something told Nightmare he was uncertain.

   "Y-" His attempt to speak was short-lived. His voice wasn't right. It was high-pitched and raw. All the rumble and low tones entirely missing. He couldn't be sure if he stopped on account of keeping his pride alive, or if he feared speaking in a voice he hadn't heard in years.

   It didn't help that he couldn't feel them. No matter how much he tried, the only feeling in his chest was his own solitary anxiety. Balling up tighter and tighter, an old friend come home again. If he could tell what they were thinking- if he could know if he was safe...

   He bit back his panic, holding in the weakness which was threatening to give him away. Though, what else was there to give? If he was right, then the prophecy had finally rejected him. Left him as an offering to a pack of wolves.

   Nightmare knew he was shaking, but some irrational part of him thought that if he kept his socket shut that this would all be some absurd night terror and he'd wake up cozy in his bed, or exhausted at his desk, or maybe passed out on the floor. Somewhere else. Anywhere else.

  

   "What's wrong?" That voice was deeply familiar, and all at once Nightmare felt like he had a surge of strength. "Why did Horror rush me back here? Where is our King?" It was Ccino. He sounded more frustrated than anything else, but he didn't need to feel his emotions to know the rise to his tone. The worry buried there.

   "We finished training and everything was fine," Killer explained, tone as even as he could muster, "But when we were on our way out, he just collapsed."

   Nightmare pitied him, having to tell Ccino any sort of bad news. Nightmare didn't think as he attempted again to shove himself up. If only to catch a glimpse of Ccino.

   As he peered barely over Killer's shoulder, he saw what the others did. Ccino had some sort if flour or wheat all down the front of his nice apron, and a few streaks along the thighs of hid pants from where he'd probably wiped his hands along the way. His expression was a mix of concern and fury that set Nightmare's soul into a pretzel-twist of regret, and his eyelights scanned the room as he rapidly approached Killer. Obviously looking for answers.

   Only, Ccino arrived to Killer's side, and his growing rage seemed to stop all at once, alongside his steps. He stared down at Nightmare with wide eyes. Nightmare stared up at him wearily. The king's sockets were beginning to water. Ccino's expression, the way his balled fists twitched and relaxed, the way he seemed to lose all the tension I'm his body, just getting a glimpse at him. Ccino recognized his face, no doubt about it.

   "Nightmare?" Ccino's voice was small.

   Nightmare fumbled a bit as he tried to launch away from Killer. Having Ccino so close to him simply... broke whatever had been holding back the emotional damage within. It didn't help in the slightest when Ccino crouched and immediately tugged him away from Killer and into a gentle bear-hug there on the floor.

   For the first time, in a very long time, he found that the welling of tears in his sockets didn't result in dark, tarlike, goop that fell in chunks down his skull. This time the tears were real, a transparent lilac which raced down his cheeks abd planted themselves against the fabric of Ccino's tunic and apron. He wasn't wearing his fur, he was smart like that.

   Ccino's arms wrapped around his back like they always did, and Nightmare felt himself slipping. Ccino was safe. He had always been safe.

   Nightmare didn't have time to begin sobbing as he had expected, or to even begin to hyperventilate into Ccino's shirt or curl into a ball against his chest. The moment Ccino nuzzled the side of his skull, his vision went blurry again.

   At the tightening of Ccino's grip, he heard Dust's voice again. "Magic-loss. A lot of it." Faintly rolled into his mind like a distance voice two doors over. He didn't quite catch when Killer started to speak again, or Ccino worriedly said his name. Dust was right, the magic was gone. Out of nowhere. It was a lot for his little body to handle.

[valentone]

trying to go to sleep but i think its so funny that 10 year old me thought abt quantum immortality all by myself w no outside influences bc i was scared abt crossing the street

[crunchycoven]

Posts my random piccrew bc this one actually looks like me for once agskdhdkd

[calbeloved]

the 5 hour long (INSANE??) sinjin granny video has fully took hold of me i forgot what i was supposed to do today..... im home alone i could do so much.... opd7 on the tv..... 1670 rewatch..... AND IM STUDYING. WHAT AM I DOING ANYMORE RAHHHH

[libelelle]

OK so when I was little, don't ask me how young I don't know, I would watch like. A variety of shows, including cooking shows. Chopped was one of them and if you don't know about Chopped, the reason its called that is because when a person loses and is kicked off the line up they call it being "chopped"

I didn't really get the name when I was little so I used my excellent reasoning skills as little baby thing to determine the reason why it was called that. Anyways I thought that when someone got Chopped, it meant they got taken backstage and executed. I was fine with this by the way. I was like well they chose to go on the show knowing the consequences! Sad but oh well

Who wants to hear about the most batshit thing i ever believed as a kid

[riniworld]

Can you please make a part 2 of the Heart Stealer? Its okah tho if you don't want to! It was just a really good story!

Have a nice day and don't forget to drink water!

heart stealer pt.2

yandere!crown prince oc (emperor) x maid!reader

warnings|| sexual harassment,blood,stabbing, swearing, very very rush at the end.

reference|| you,y/n, she/her.

a/n|| blame c.ai for this fic, i never imagined I'll write a sexual harassment in my life

++ I'm really happy that alot of people liked the previous part! and thank you for requesting,i never would have completed it without your motivation!

(p.1)

the past three days went awkwardly, everyone started to treat you not just better, but in a respect that started to feel uncomfortable, as well as your parents worried questions.

taron start to get more clingy,you admit that he's charming and getting his attention is everyone's dream, but he's showering you with expensive gifts that you wouldn't afford in your life, and that makes you feel...weird.

the coronation ceremony came,the traditional events was calm, the servants took this time to rest, but the afterward ball was chaotic,more than twelve servants was there just for serving drinks and you were on of them, who thoughts there was alot of nobles in the world?

taron was talking to a friend from his when he got bored and start looking around for anything to get him out of there,and that when his eyes fell on you as you were giving a drink to someone and smiling...smiling! for someone else! too close!, taron didn't hesitate nor did he think when he charged to your side, in an instant he's in front of you, gripping your arm tightly which caused the tray and the glasses on it to fall to the ground,and scratched your legs.

"what are you doing here?!,to my room!" taron shouted and made everyone look at you two.

"your majesty-" "now!." you pause looking at him with fear, he has never yelled at you not even when you come for the first time.

he grit his teeth in anger and dragged you out of the hall,leaving everyone in confusion.

he didn't care about the scandals nor the rumors that his action might cause, all he think about is taking you away from there, from anyone's watch.

"your majesty, may i know why are you angry at me? what have i done wrong?" you asked, raising your voice because of the pain his grip on your arm causing.

he didn't answer instead kept dragging you along with him, when you reached his room he throws you in,not in an enough force to knock you back, but enough to make you stumble on your feet, he closed the door aggressively behind him and glared at you, before you can utter a word he speak.

"what were you doing there?" he isn't shouting, but his tone holds anger that terrify you.

"i was-i was helping-" "who told you to help?!" he cut you off. "..what-i thought."

"you do not think!, should i carve it in your body?, you are MY maid, MY property, I am the only one who have the right to tell you what to do and where to work, and you are here just for me, your work is to serve me not anyone else!."

you press your lips together and look at the ground, knowing that throwing excuses is pointless, taron sigh in irritate, his eyes darts to your scratched legs and his heart stops,he steps closer to you taking your hands in his, guid you to his bed, sits you on it and takes some bandages from the drawer next to the bed as he kneel down in front of you.

"your majesty!" you put your hands on his shoulders making him glance at you "for the love of god! what are you doing?!"

"you talk alot." he says in annoyance,pushing your hands back,he took your shoes off and began treating the scratches, it wasn't anything big, maybe it bleed a few drops of blood but it's nothing gonna last more than two or three days,but still he was the reason of this, and for what? it wasn't your fault, you're just...naive, in a dangerous world, but you were lucky enough to fall in his hands.

after he finished, he stands up and but the bandage in it's place, you tried to stand up as well but he pushed you back down "you stay here." he said those three words and left you alone.

taron made his way to the throne room,to find it empty,his assistant comes to his side as soon as he enter.

"your majesty" he greets and bow "i thought it would be best to get everyone out of here.", taron nods and sits down on one of the tables" good, you did good." taron says as he sigh.

"by the way, you know that 'noble' that drinks too much, what was his name?" taron asked

"does your royal majesty mean Thomas Hezekiah?"

"yes, this, his name is so difficult."

"may i know why your majesty asks about him?."

"i have an idea....and it is crazy"

you were in the throne room cleaning it, while taron was reviewing papers, it's mostly about complaints from the folks, you think.

someone's knock on the door startled you, taron's assistant came in, he bowed before he speak "your majesty,the one you requested has arrived."

"let him in."

a man dressed in a fine clothes, and alot of gold, enters with a big grin on his face,the man bow his head.

"your majesty requested my present?" the man says.

taron move the papers to the side and gesture to the chair in front of him., when the man sits down, taron motion for you, you left everything in your hand and ran to his side.

"yes, your majesty?"

"hospitalities our guest as he deserves."

you bow your head to the two of them and walked out of the room.

"so, your majesty, may i know why you requested seeing me? not everyday an almighty emperor request seeing a simple noble as me."

"i want you to do me a thing....from your 'work' "

thomas raise an eyebrow "oho? the emperor has some issue?"

"yes or no?..no wait, you do not have a choice here, you will do it."

"i was not planning on refusing, but what will i gain from it?."

before taron could replay you entered pushing a cart that was full of all sort of drinks and sweets, thomas eyes was glued to you as you put the foods and drinks on the table.

"you must be new, i have not seen you around before." thomas says.

you look at taron before answering,seeing as his expressions is calm untill now "yes,i am new,mister.thomas, i believe?"

"and how old are you?."

"turning nineteen soon,sir"

"cut the talk, we have more important matters to talk about." taron says "y/n." he motion for you to come closer to him,you bow to his level "your majesty?"

"in the third drawer next to my bed you will find a dagger, bring it." taron whisper.

dread washes over you at that as you mutter "a-a dagger?"

"you heard, so go bring it." he demanded.

with a deep breath you walk quickly to taron's room, leaving the two to continue their talk.

"so y/n, is it?" thomas says.

"what do you want with it?" at this rate the irritation in taron's tone was clear.

"might be my prize, eh?" thomas grin widened.

"you will do it either way, but to keep good terms between us...i should agree."

"generous emperor, generous." thomas cooed "and like that, it is a deal."

you entred the room holding the dagger to your chest, before you can give it to taron he walks out of the room, pausing just before closing the door to give you a look.

you kept looking at the door for a minute before a voice jolts you out of your thoughts.

"well, dear, how about you come here?" thomas says

"pardon?" you say in confusion.

thomas stands up from his seat and walks to you trapping you between him and the door.

"you're such a beautiful lady, a shame to be wasted right?." his hands went to your waist,but you managed to push him away, not enough for him to fall down but enough to give you time to ooen the door and run away, unfortunately for you he pulls you back before you could take a step away, your head hit the ground hard but you could worry about that later when thomas climbed in top if you and closed the door with his feet.

"hard to get, it will be such joy to see you break." he says.

fear and panic filled you, where is taron? it's impossible for him to leave for him on purpose, when will he return?!

your mind stop when thomas buried his face in your neck, you couldn't think clearly when you stabbed him with taron's dagger on his back, you take it out when thomas screamed and roll away from you,he looked at you in anger "you little bitch!" he shout,you stabbed him again when he take a step closer to you, this time on his chest as he fell on the ground,motionless.

at the same time, taron was panicing in the other room,pacing around.

"what was i thinking, what if she was too scared to do it?! how can i be so sure??."

"please calm down your majesty, I'm sure it will go as you please." his assistant says.

"I will go check on her." taron say as he made his way to the door but before he can go out his assistant stopped him "your majesty, ten more minute, i am sure the plan will go as we want, let us wait." with a groan taron back up and sits back on a chair.

after exactly ten minute, taron charged to the throne room he pushed the door open harshly as he yell your name "Y/N!"

you were on your knees, beside a motionless thomas who's sinking in his blood, your eyes wide with terror as you kept looking at your hands.

taron kneels beside you, he put his arms around your shoulder "y/n, are you okay? look at me." he took your face in his hands making you look at him "are you hurt? nothing of that is your blood right? he did not touch you, did he?." he says quickly without taking a breath.

you nod slightly enough for him to notice, your eyes start tearing up.

taron let out a breath and hugs you "oh god." he helped you to stand up, he kept his arms around you as you two walk together, he stopped for a moment in front of his assistant "take this bastard out of here." he says.

taron lead you to his room, resting you on his bed, when you came to your senses you start crying and sttutering "your-your majesty-i-i do not-" your voice break in sobs.

taron hugs you again and shush you "shhh, it is okay, don't think about it, i am here, no one will be able to hurt you again, never"

a silent fell on the two of you, tarom kept holding you untill you calmed down a bit "we should take you out of here." he says all of a sudden.

"what-?" you say in a broken voice filled with confusion.

"I am sure he did not die,and when-"

"he did not die?!" you cut him off, knowing he didn't die make you ease a bit.

"no, he did not, thatwhat they told me, anyway, if he woke up, he will of course demand to hold a trial, and he will win if he did, before you say, yes i can, of course,prevents this from happening, but then everyone will think they can get away with what they do."

"but your majesty-i-i did not mean to do it, he-he.." before you can complete what you wanted to say he holds your face "i know, that is why I am taking you away, i have a mansion in the forest, I will take you there, you will live there, and i will make sure to have whatever is you need, i will visit you from time to time too." taron explain in a surprising gentle tone.

you didn't have a choice here, leaving your family will be hard, but staying will lead to either your death or trouble for everyone, or your parents death if you think it in another way, so you nod, accepting your fate.

taron smiles "forever mine, to see and to hold." was the only thing on his mind

after all no plan taron mad has ever faild.

"do not worry dear, you will be saver than ever."

have a nice day/night♡

[jusst-you-race]

In one of your chapters of the CC Alex says George once got drunk and went on about how beautiful Lewis’s skin is, maybe that?

these two were sort of similar so i hope you don't mind me answering these with one prompt... i present to you: drunk george <3 (i imagine this was not long after george started working for the magazine, so like two-ish years before ccc is set) for the ccc snippet prompts

George Alex I am in crisis.

Alex are you now

how’s the new years function 

George It’s good.

People keep hanging me champagne.

Alex hanging?

Georgie are you drunk? 

George I am slightly intoxicating.

Intoxicated.

Alex oh this is brilliant 

you’re going to be so upset about this though tomorrow 

George Probably I will be yes.

But everyone is being nice.

They are all also drink.

Alex is someone looking after you?

George Yes. 

Lewis.

Alex oh the hot fashion guy? 

George Hot is not an accurate description.

Alex I mean I have eyes George 

George No I mean it is not enough.

He is beautiful. 

Exquisite.

Alex only you would use words like exquisite while drunk

George There is no other appropriate word.

You haven’t even seen him in person.

He’s so prettier.

Alex oh my god 

tell me more Georgie 

George His skin.

Alex okay not where I thought we were going 

George It’s so smooth and clean.

Clear?

Whatever.

It looks so touchable.

Alex touchable…

George Yes. How does he not have a single wrinkle?

Even you have wrinkles.

Alex wtf ouch? 

do I?

oh my god am I ageing badly?

George But he has beautiful soft looking skin.

And such a pretty colour.

And his tattoos!

So many tattoos.

I could look at them forever.

Alex where did you go?

Alex sorry I had to go look in the mirror for those wrinkles

fuck you for pointing those out 

George I want Lewis to fuck me.

Alex GEORGE 

oh you are absolutely cooked

hey can you tell Lewis to help get you home for me please?

I think it’s bed time.

George Okah. 

I will tell lovely Lewis.

Alex you do that buddy

home time for Georgie 

George He has cleavage tonight.

Alex I’m sure he does 

let’s stop staring at Lewis’s boobs and get yourself home to bed yeah?

George It’s a nice thing to stare at.

Alex uh huh 

have you told Lewis you need to go home now?

George Yes mum.

Alex lovely 

keep me updated 

George Lewis smiled at me.

Alex keep me updated on your trip home idiot

this is so funny I’m absolutely saving this for future bullying purposes 

George Meanie.

Alex yup ❤️

[sionnisaweirdperson]

I challenge you

To talk about your AU

GIGGLES!!!!!

okah so the concept came to me in a dream,, jk it came to me in a science class lmao

So I was just sitting there, teacher was talking about how gemstones can have liquid and solid states sometimes, and I went: "huh... isn't there something in the wiki about determination having a liquid form..??" And I looked and YEAH.

"Injecting" implies that it was a liquid of some kind, so I went "lol what if souls were crystal determination" and then i thought a little harder and made a comparison to something like carbon. Carbon can take many forms, most of the time solid. But it has been proven that in the earth's core, carbon can take a liquid form. So I thought a little harder. What if, with enough pressure and heat a soul could be crystallized further, like the process of carbon turning into diamonds.

So what if these gems which are pure determination could be used by a monster like some sort of power up to increase the amount of power they have??? What if they had other properties???? And then it all started branching out from there.

So from my thoughts, I've created a few conclusions:

When a monster with a high enough already LV (like for instance, Flowey) tries to combine a number of souls together, the heat and pressure generated causes them to fuse together into one full gemstone.

Said gem can only be used by one person. Once that person, weither it be a monster or human, uses the gem for anything they are bound together perminantly. The gem creates a link between the soul and itself, and if that bond is shattered so will the user's soul.

The gem can change the user's body perminantly and harshly. This will be important later. (foreshadowing)

The gem changes the user's LV, as if they had absorbed all seven human souls. But without the unfortunate effects of your body melting from having too much determination. Though if I bet you use it too much, that could definitely start happening :33 like an overheating laptop.

The concept for the actual AU after I had figured that all out was "oh golly gee I wonder what the hell would happen if sans somehow got ahold of that thing???" Because of course we gotta have our boney boy being the main point in this situation. And what if the energy from this caused a explosion that destabilized the underground and what if sans was stuck down there alone trying to figure out how to do something, anything with this gem that is now a perminant fixture in his existence????

So: Pacifist route, everything's going fine and jolly until the final fight against Flowey. He manages to kill/fatality injure all the monsters and kill Frisk. He tries to combine the energy of the souls together, fucks it up, ends up creating the gem. Everything explodes, and the gem gravitates towards sans as he's the one with the most HP left. He somehow manages to get a hold of the gem, manages to stumble his way back to the edges of Snowdin, passes out in the snow. But because he has the gem, it activates. It puts sans into a THREE YEAR CRYOSTASIS under the snow while it slowly heals him and modifies his body. Because that's just what it does. And the rest I have yet to theorize about. BUT WHAT I DO HAVE IS DESIGN IDEASSS nevermind I dontt have any photos of them atm. SOON. TRUST.

Anyways this has been brewing in my brain for months and i am shaking in my boots now that I'm actually talking about it,,,,,,, commentary, suggestions, and addendums are all welcome in rbs/my askbox :33

BTW SOMEKNE TOLD ME TO NAME THIS SANS CRYO BECAUSE OF THE CRYOSTASIS THING AND SO THAGS WHAT HIS LIKE FUNNY LITTLE MULTIVERSE NAME IS. NO IDEA WHAT THE AU IS GONNA BE CALLED YET SEND ME SUGGESTIONS.

[shallowwfeelings]

hello everyone ! i am a friend of @shatteredwindoww , aka versatility and im speaking on behalf of @shatteredwindoww .

Versatility will be gone for about a year or so, because shes focusing on school right now and doesnt have enough time for making blogs on tumblr. i hope you guys can understand !!

ppl ver wanted me to tag (dm for removal !!!)

@thesurvivorted @ubelaces @infectedrpd @toletoles @chocozombz @cyberdeltax okah thats all i think

[abrill]

mornings are okah, but waking up just to have breakfast isn't enough reason to make me get away from the bed

[chasani]

okah I've figured out what I want to do with my blogs.

This one is for all my nonsense/ideas/rambles/writing and doodles

My art blog is for genuine drawings (sort of so I can go through it like an archive/portfolio)

My reblog blog is well.. you get that

Anddd I'm ditching everything else!!!! Not deleting it just not caring enough they're all going to be inactive

Minus my SCP side + spm main

[icalledhimpietro]

Okah yall Im a sucker for The Last of Us so TLOUHBO spoilers ahead!

I need to talk about it. The line "I never asked for anything, not to feel the way I felt..." Which is SO MUCH more heartbreaking than the line from the game but I keep thinking back to when she climbed into bed with him and how the foreshadowing was there.

She climbs into bed and wraps her arms around him and he lets her but he doesn't turn around to see her or reciprocate her affection in any way but he lets her have that comfort because he knows she needs it. So she spoons him and that was the ONLY other moment that alluded to her feelings for him and everyone really loved Joel and Tess's relationship but when she says that line its like it was confirming what the audience wanted but also completely destroying it because not only are we finding out her love for him can never be reciprocated and that she loved him so unselfishly, but she's also about to die and she's pleading for him to just do one thing for her that she can't do herself anymore because shes so desperate for a cure and wants everyone's suffering to end even if she never lives to see it. She's hoping so much that her show of love for him, respect for his feelings, and just their friendship in general in such a fucked up world has been enough to convince him to do something he begrudgingly took on for more selfish reasons and is asking him, just this once, to be selfless and let her leave this world knowing her death meant something.

Like holy shit, that moment was done really well! The actress did a fantastic job because you could really feel all of it in her line delivery

[dykevanny]

cassie has learned a lot abt robotics in her time post-elevator ending,, she single-handedly fixed the glams and helps maintain the mimic

this is SO REAL im on anon and wont self-promo in ur inbox obv but i have an au (well okay this just applies to my characterization of cassie in general but it comes up the msot in relation to my au) and cassie has a tech spin from a young age.

the briefest i can make it is cassie had a special interest in tech from a young age cause her dad had a workshop and she watched him and that led to a fazco history spin next cause she was fascinated by older models and found articles when looking up the springlock suits.

OKAH ENOUGH RAMBLING FROM ME. i just love tech nerd cassie. also cassie and charlie emily parallels but i wont get into that i dont want to go on too long lol

WAHHHH THAT IS SO REAL <33333333 CASS TECH NERD FROM BEING IN HER DAD’S WORKSHOP A LOT THAT MAKES S MUCH SENSE AND ALSO <3 WAH <3

Also anon i hope you know you are always allowed to ramble here..i might not get to it instantly but i love reading asks. Also Charlie cassie parallels i am intrigued…….

[engagemythrusters]

Okay ep4 time to roll my eyes

Hhh

Okay I’m bored already. Sabine is saving grace of the show. This is boring

Awww she’s calling for her mom 🥺

God I like this planet but. Overall for this show I hate it. Because the LACK OF COLOUR IS BAD

UM EXCUSE ME?!

You are NOT leaving ezra behind

You can explode thrawn if he gets back. BUT YOU WILL NOT FUCKING ABANDON EZRA.

I miss clone wars Huyang. When ahsoka rebooted him she took all his personality out and trashed it.

Shin Hati ur sooo cute.

Reeeeally hate shins hair tho. So 2020s.That won’t age. That’s going to stay 2020s and when people watch this in 20 years they will rightfully make fun of costuming.

Disney pay people to give a shit about this please

I’m so sick of Ahsoka’s shitty ass lekku and montrals

“Relax” YOU JIST TOLD HER TO ABANDON HER BROTHER

Jumpsca—yep. Knew it. Disney cares about nothing except shock value

SABINE N HER GUNS in her ARMOUR

THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR

THIS JS WHAT I WANTED

AAAAAH

okay bored again now.

“Stay together” lines sooo stupid. Rolling my eyes.

I could write better in my sleep.

JACEN MY BABY BOY

Ghost?!

GHOST?!

Rip that guy he doesn’t get paid enough

GHOST

He’s sitting where his brother used to sit where his father used to sit. I’m not okay. I’m truly not.

Where… is the ghosts colour.

Where’s the yellow.

Also why… is that guy around again. Do we NEED mando refs.

AW JACEN PULLED IT

Bored again.

Baylon is interesting tho. I want to know more about him and Shin.

Kay stupid action scene. Bored. Zoning out.

I love cranberries tho I’m having a cranberri orange scone that I made from scratch. So tasty. Burned at the bottom bc my oven doesn’t work right (the airflow is very poor). But the orange glaze j made mostly covers it.

Ooo tree destruction

Okay all that twirly for nothing is so stupid

Oop so Marrok was just. Nightsister magic. I figured as much.

Buff Santa will protect the map

Oh this bitch knew anakin?

Ofc everyone knew anakin he was a bitch that never followed protocol

Buff Santa Baylon is very interesting

WHY DOES SHE HOLD THEM FORWARD

AHSOKA *DOES NOT HOLD HER LIGHTSABERS FORWARD*

IM SO MAD EVERY TIME SHE FIGHTS BC THEY DO IT *WRONG*

If they can’t do it right. DONT DO IT AT ALL.

This should have been animated. This should not have Filoni. This shouldnt be set so far back in the timeline.

Hhh when do we see ezra.

I don’t care about this I want exra

OH FINALLY BACKWARD HOLSING

Nope

Spoke too soon

Sabine putcher helmet back on

Hehe

Kanan and Fenn Rau taught her that 🥰

OH RIP SHIN

Oop buff Santa big mad

Don’t destroy take it

Take it YOU NEED EZRA

is shin really dead tho that would be bad and make the show boring

She’s not like Ahsoka. She’s like Hera. She’s like Kanan. She’s like Ezra. She’s like her family.

Oh no… clan wren…

Oh no…

Tristan…

Oh my god hera and Jacen and chopper and zeb are all she has left. All. No wonder she wants ezra back so so much. Even much more than before.

Stab his hand STAB HIS HAND

nooo sabine WOULDNT

No she would NOT

Oh butt

Sabine wouldn’t do that.

Ghost

Where’s the yellow for the ghost?

Oh my god

Sabine wouldn’t have done that

Well now she’ll be inside the ship tho

She’ll go to ezra

Ezra I miss you so much. I hope we see you soon <3

Gonna run right thru em all except hera bc she’s in the middle

Interesting. But predictable. Did we all expect that? Yes we did!

Crunchy.

Jacen baby you shouldn’t be here

IF THEY END UP NOT OKAH ILL BE SO SAD

Okay good good

“I’ve got a bad feeling” oh he’s like his brother he’s like his father I’m going to cry. I don’t… I can’t…

Wow great shot of Bad Lekku And Montrals

Sparkle water

WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS

Is she dead?!

SHE CAN WALK TO EZRA

..: she man save Kanan…

HELLO SNIPS

How is he full body tho he’s dead

Where’s his scar?

DID THEH CGI HUM UOUNGER

I HATE THAT SO MUCH

OH

The MUSIC

Wow and ofc they cut it off right as it gets interesting

Kay. Bored now.