#she should've been able to stab and kill more people

[aelswiths]

Aelswith saving Eadith (aka Aelswith FINALLY getting to kill a man)

Requested by Anonymous

[astralspen]

Something amazing about In Stars and Time is how it makes you feel what Siffrin feels.

And yes, when you go through Act 5 and everything breaks down that's cool.

But when Siffrin feels loved and safe, I think that's what's special. That's what makes this game and these characters so special to me.

As someone who, too, had a similar feeling of feeling unlovable for a very long time. This game really healed that part of me.

When the timeloops start, and Siffrin clings to being useful, you still feel little bits of love. Small, barely there, a little distanced, because Siffrin feels distanced. But it's still there. The party looks out for you, pays attention to you, makes stupid jokes with you.

As you go through, you feel love through Loop. Loop who despite all the teasing and bullying helps. Helps the person who they so wish they could be. The one who holds their own heart, who has the family they lost. Loop reaches out to you, reminds you, you're here, I see you. It hurts, but I see you. And I will always see you and sit with you. And I will keep you from becoming as detached as I did, whether that be by annoying you or having a heart to heart or just yapping in general.

You feel love from the head housemaiden. That cruel kind as she weeps for your situation, and crys tears you can not. As she apologizes over and over again. Euphrasies loves by showing you the painful kind of mercy, the one that stabs you in your heart and makes you want to scream, because she loves through pity. Through pitying you and your suffering. No matter how much it hurts it is love nonetheless.

And finally, in the end, after everything you've done, after everything you went through. You feel love again. This time in your face, so burning and bright that you can not ignore it, you feel loved from the very people you loved from the start. The party who runs in to save you, despite everything you said. Who tells you it's ok, you were going insane, we may be a little mad at what you said, but in the end that doesn't matter. Because we love you. And man, when they really showed the unconditional love, I was going to cry. Because a love like that, especially one with the party, is so hard to find. And it's so precious.

Finally, you see love, one more time. Twohats. The Loop fight. Loop, who is trying to kill you, Loop who is so jealous because that is the love they so wanted. They want their family back. Loop who despite everything. They still can't kill Siffrin. Siffrin, who despite being forced to fight again, who could drop dead at any moment because of his craft exhaustion, refuses to oblige Loops request. They both refuse to kill. Because they still love each other. Siffrin who pulls Loop into a hug, and apologizes. Apologizes to who they once were, the Siffrin who should've gotten this. The one who had their family and their heart stolen from them. The Siffrin who never got to feel love. He thanks who they are now, Loop. For sticking with them despite everything. Who watched Siffrin, guided them, gave them a shoulder to cry on, bantered with them so Siffrin did not lose himself. Who despite everything, still decided to help. Siffrin isn't mad at Loop, because Siffrin knows, he would do the same. Siffrin gives Loop back all the love they gave. He let's Loop move on, knowing they're loved. That they always have been. Loop accepts that their family is gone, that they loved them all the same. They learn that even with them gone, they were still loved. Loop is allowed to be happy as they leave.

And isn't that just what this game is about? That no matter what, everyone deserves to be loved. To know it too, and to be happy. And that's what healed me a bit. Because if even the King, who spent his days weeping for a kingdom long gone, who lost all his family and could not build a new one, who froze everything in time, was still able to know and remember the love he had in the end, then why can't I? Why can't anyone? If even the ones who hated and cried and destroyed everything, the ones who hid it all until they couldn't, who didn't understand their emotions and felt trapped within a construct, who didn't feel like them no matter how much they changed, then can't we, too, love and be loved?

This game shows that love does not have to be romantic, does not have to be displayed in any way, is not something earned, but is a basic right for all of us. And for that, I thank it.

[evilkitten3]

i have a theory about shinji, gin, and aizen, but i'm not really sure how to word it.

we never really see shinji and gin interact all that much, which makes sense bc both of them have significantly more important relationships with aizen, but at the same time it's a little odd how much there isn't.

like. gin cut hiyori in half. shinji is understandably pissed about that, but he aims that anger at aizen - and this seems to be one of the very few things in the bleach world that honestly isn't on him bc he never told gin to do that, he never even implied it. hiyori was never a threat to him. hell, we don't even know if she was charging in the right direction; if anything, attacking her implies that she was which is a really stupid thing to do when you're surrounded by a bunch of people who super want you dead and would kill you if they could be sure you weren't tricking them into stabbing each other (ofc it could also be a fakeout but still)

but i don't remember shinji's beef ever really being with gin, even tho he didn't seem to anticipate that gin was working with aizen the whole time during tbtp. so like does he feel responsibility there? cuz gin went straight from academy to 3rd seat and shinji could plausibly feel like that sent him right to aizen bc he doesn't know that gin was always aiming for that. did he blame himself? does he feel like he should've seen it coming? does he still see him as some weird genius kid? does he just view gin as an extension of aizen, which is both dehumanizing to an extent but also entirely fair bc gin did that to himself?

the thing is, since we never really see them interact much, it's kind of only interesting on shinji's side of things, bc gin doesn't really care about much outside of whatever the fuck he thought he was doing and the version of rangiku that he has in his head who needs back something that the real one doesn't ever seem to have realized she lost to begin with. gin's so disconnected with basically everybody that most of the time you can usually assume his thoughts are just "lol. lmao" and there's no reason to think that doesn't extend to shinji as well (gin has deep thoughts on: aizen, ichigo, and matsumoto (massive asterisk on that one ofc) and i think everyone else is kinda set dressing to him lmao the guy is Fucked Up)

anyway i think it's interesting to toy around with that relationship as it was in reality as well as how it might've been perceived, but also in the sense of both of them being sort of opposite ends of the manchild spectrum - shinji leans into his childish side but still has a fairly adult worldview, and gin is able to pull off maturity to an extent but was never able to escape a deeply childish mindset

[felinecyan]

Karma

[Billy Loomis x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Karma gets the best of people. But so do unwanted memories.

WC: 1409

Category: Angst, Survivor!Hallie (because she deserves sm more love)

Summerween is still a thing, right? 💀 Oh well, here’s a slasher fic anyway…

『••✎••』

Karma always finds a way to make itself known. It is the great equalizer. You would think that a guy like Billy Loomis, a teenage psychopath, would know that better than anyone. He should've known that murdering half the town would come back to haunt him.

He should've known, but he was too far gone in his own narcissism to understand.

But, despite that, It's amazing how quickly a town can forget about a mass murder when a bigger tragedy strikes. In Woodsboro, the recent killings were all but forgotten about by the time of the anniversary of the first murders. People were more excited to talk about the new Stab movie being released rather than the killings that happened just two years prior.

You, on the other hand, would never be able to forget.

You had been friends with Randy Meeks ever since elementary school. Your parents had been good friends, and your mother was a huge horror movie buff, so it was no surprise when the two of you bonded over your shared love of horror.

Your friendship with him was cut short the day he died.

And even though it wasn’t Billy but his mother who had killed your Randy, you still felt Billy’s haunted presence in the school. In your head, you thought that you could sometimes see him walking around, even if it was only for a second. You could swear that you saw him in the corner of your eye or heard his maniacal laugh as you walked past his old locker.

It had gotten to the point where you couldn't focus in class because you were afraid that Billy was going to be lurking outside, waiting to strike. You felt a lot of resentment towards Sidney for surviving—for yourself, while Randy hadn't.

It truly should’ve been you. I mean, you dated Billy for a bit; you should've seen the signs. If anything, you deserved to take Randy’s place for being shitty at reading people.

Well, Randy couldn’t see his best friend was a killer either. So really, he was just as shitty as you were.

After Randy was killed, you didn't go out much anymore. Stu and Randy were everywhere, but you found the worst one was Billy.

You’d see him staring, his eyes burning a hole into your skull. Even when you turned around and he wasn’t there, you still felt him.

The only time you really got out of the house was when Hallie forced both you and Syd to join her at the movies. It was horror, of course, it was, but she truly believed that seeing the movie would get the trauma out of your system and into the fictional world where it belonged.

Sydney, of course, wanted nothing to do with the movie and stayed home.

Which left you with Hallie. You would’ve stayed home, too, if it wasn’t for the convincing words and the promise of ice cream afterward.

Hallie was practically bouncing in her seat, excitedly looking at the trailers before the movie. You sat beside her, trying not to make it too obvious that you were glancing around the room every few seconds.

The theater was pretty much empty, with only a few people scattered throughout. It was a small town, after all, and not many people would want to watch a movie that was now too realistic.

You looked down at the popcorn in your hands that Hallie had forced upon you and sighed. This was a terrible idea.

You didn't notice the person sitting down next to you until they spoke.

"This brings back old memories, doesn’t it?”

You froze. You didn’t need to look to know who was talking. His voice was a voice that you had been hearing in your head for two years now.

Slowly, you turned to face Billy. He was grinning at you, and he looked more alive than ever. Except now, there were blood stains covering him and a nice small bullet hole right in the center of his forehead.

You tried not to focus on it too much.

"Go away." You demanded quietly, afraid to draw any attention to yourself. Hallie was too enamored with the trailers to pay any attention to you, but you didn’t want to risk it.

If you were going to be haunted by a psychopath, it would’ve made better sense for it to be Stu. Annoying people was right up his alley, while Billy would normally just ignore you and do whatever the hell he wanted.

"Why?" Billy asked, his grin growing wider. "It's been a while since we last talked. Hell, Randy, and Stu haven't shut up, so it's a nice change to hear someone else."

"You don't deserve to say his name," you spat out, your hands curling into a fist. Billy looked down at the fist, and his gaze darkened.

"Look at you, trying to be all tough. Sydney must have rubbed off on you a bit. That or you've always had a bit of a temper." He mused, a hand coming up to rest under his chin.

"What do you want from me?" You hissed, trying not to raise your voice. A little side glance from Hallie told you that you weren't doing a very good job.

But she went back to the commercials, waiting impatiently for the movie to start, and Billy laughed. He laughed harder than he had before, his eyes closing as the cackles shook his whole body.

"Want from you? Nothing. I'm just here to enjoy the movie." Billy grinned. You glared, your lips curling back into a snarl.

"No, you're not. You're not real."

He smiled at that. "I’m as real as you want me to be, Princess. Why is it that I’m here and not Randy? I mean, you claim to be his best friend. So you tell me, why isn’t he here and I am?"

You opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off, but you were cut off by the lights dimming, and the intro music started. Hallie let out a whoop, and Billy settled into his seat, turning his attention away from you.

The movie wasn't even that good; the acting was mediocre, and the special effects were even worse. You had no idea why this movie was so popular.

You blamed Randy's previous influence as a horror movie expert.

Hallie seemed to be enjoying herself, and she kept whispering her thoughts about the movie to you. You only half-listened, your attention still focused on Billy. You could feel the ghost of his hand resting on your leg, the coldness seeping through your jeans.

You tried your best to ignore him, but Billy was determined to make sure you didn't.

"God, can't believe how bad this movie is," he complained, shaking his head. "I'm almost embarrassed for these people."

You never felt the urge to throw popcorn more than in that moment.

"Stop it," you said through gritted teeth. "Just leave me alone."

"Why? It's not like you have any actual friends left, so I'm the only company you'll get. Sydney, sure, but psycho analyst over there? She might’ve escaped once, but she's not smart enough to do it again."

Your anger spiked at his words, and you were about to reach over and hit him, but his hand caught your wrist, his grip tight.

"Ah, ah, ah," he tutted. "Remember, we're in public. Can't have you acting out, can we?"

The grip shocked you. Because it wasn’t the ghost-like touch that you had become so accustomed to; no, it was real, solid like a normal human's grip.

You pulled your wrist back and turned to stare at him. You wanted to say something, ask him what the hell was happening, but his smile told you that he already knew.

The grip was his way of reminding you that no matter how much you wanted him gone, he was still there. He wasn't going to disappear.

Billy leaned back and smiled at you, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek.

"Enjoy the rest of your movie,” He whispered, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “I know I’ll enjoy mine.”

Then, not even a second later, he was gone. You didn’t see him leave, or hear him, or even feel him.

His touch was replaced with a cold breeze, and the only thing that you were left with was a memory and the promise of a sequel.

[echantedtoon]

Obsession 憑 Ch36

(Warnings for Yandere themes, mentioned killing, Michikatsu gets slapped by their father, etc.)

                   

                     

                                 

Part 4 Day-Night 

The heart is a strange thing. The most strangest thing of the human body,mind, or soul. 

If you were to ask someone what the heart was you'd usually get two responses. The less complicated one they'd tell you was that the heart was simply an organ in your chest simple as that. The more complicated one was the one their mother told himself and his brother when they were very little.

"The heart is the part of a human that holds all of your emotions. The good ones, the bad ones, and even the neutral ones that we don't always use. No two hearts are alike and everyone's hearts are different. Whether it's good, bad, or something else is entirely up to you."

So if he asked someone what the heart is then they might tell him that it's where the human body stores it's love and it's a good part of you. However that's only a partial truth. A heart can store love but still be evil. A heart could still care about someone else while you perform the most vile crimes with bare hands. Not all hearts were good. In fact it's entirely wrong to say the heart is automatically good when in fact it's where all emotions come forth from. When that's the case, he was sure his own heart was a rotting apple from outside appearance to the very core.

Rotten but still able to hold feelings of enjoyment and love. 

He loved and adored his mother. A part of himself died the day she was taken away from him by death. He loved his twin the same. They were like two halves of the same life. He could not and did not want a life without him there and vise versa. It's why Yoriichi was the second prince still instead of killed or sent away by their father. ...He held no real love for the man that partially was responsible for him existing. He was only there until death claimed him as well. 

However nothing made his heart bleed out more than the one who formed a knife made out of the love he didn't know existed and stabbed him hard and deep in the chest. The wound Cupid's arrow caused by piercing his dark heart bleeds out for her, so he would seek what his body needed to heal. The hurting desire pangs him so. His chest physically hurting some days where his heart beats fought against the irrationality of it all but nothing truly was effective. Not when they were younger and he thought she was a man. Not when she was hurt defending them. Not when she fought alongside them as equals and killed people to defend their lands. 

And it certainly did not change now as his feet walked along polished floors and walls so beautifully decorated that it should've been a crime for someone as him who committed the crimes he did to be allowed to be amongst such beauty. He didn't belong here. He was born and bred for destruction. His own brother who committed most of the same crimes he did seemed to belong  here more than he himself did. Seemed more deserving of the scared faces that bowed to them out of fear or loyalty. Seemed more at peace with the smiles he gave to the shaking maid who welcomed him back. Seemed to be able to connect better. 

Perhaps his own brother even deserved her more. Maybe he should let her have him instead.

Even if the monster roared and yelled no at him doing so, he knew she would probably have a better life with him than her. She seemed perfect amongst these walls. Her beauty belonging to that of a princess..No. An Empress. One who'd look beautiful sitting amongst the decorative silks adorning her body he would provide her. A plethora of gold and silver and the most precious jewels would be given to her l. A promise ring on her finger matching the one on his own. A promise of love and devotion in this life all to the next. 

He wanted her so badly. 

He wanted her smile. Her loving gaze. Her hand in his. Her arms around him. Her lips kissing his own. He didn't want just the outside appearances. He wants her to tell him how much she thought they could improve the territory. How cleverly she found solutions to problems. How quickly she could keep up with himself. Her loving side as she was happy.

Perhaps it was too late to get such things. 

But dam it if he's not going to try. 

Even arriving back in the place she escaped from once and brought her into the heavily guarded palace like a great treasure after a long conquest. Their father had not been pleased at all with them when they met the older man in the middle of the entrance hall brooding in steaming annoyance. He didn't want a commoner continuing on the bloodline. Both princes knew that but with everything they had put him through his stubbornness seemed to wane only the slightest bit. He took one look at her silently staring at the ground with hatred before turning to his heir with a blunt expression.

"At least it's not a man."

That single sentence came back to irritate him. "She's not a mere commoner. She fought in the war. You know of her from the last time you met."

When he threatened her remembered.

"She can birth heirs. By this point that's good enough." He could feel the stare his father gave right through his soul.

Heirs.

He forgot about that. As heir to the throne he was expected to have children as soon as possible. If that damned war didn't happen then he would've been married right when he turned eighteen and had children by now himself. Perhaps even with her. Children. This entire time he hadn't even thought about having children. But now..The thought of having his own family with her wasn't a bad thought at all? But what would they be like if you were to have children together? Would you have sons or daughters? He'd like at least two children. Growing up with a sibling was something he had so he'd like his children to have that. 

Would your daughters be beautiful? Would your sons be strong? He was sure they would be. Your daughters would be the happiest most beautiful ladies who'd want for nothing, and your sons would be the strongest smartest warriors on the battlefield. All would be powerful heirs. However the domestic picture of her smiling and holding a little version of you both..It was enough to make his heart melt just a little despite still being stoic in front of his father. 

"Get out of my sight for now both of you! Maybe now that you've got her, you can stop making complete fools of our lineage. Especially since you broke your engagement to one of the best bred bloodlines in the western provinces!"

"....I would have rather died honorably in the war than to have married such a shallow-"

SLAP-

An echo rang out as a large hand made contact with his face. There was silence once again as the sting of the hand against his face hammered harder. Pain stung in his left cheek as his face was hit hard enough to be forcibly turned. Shocked silence was all any other person watching could offer.

"Don't. You. DARE. Utter another word of that blasphemy!!," hIs father shrieked at him. "You sound just like that mother of yours who encouraged this shameful behavior from the both of you!! Our family shall not be disgraced any further just because you both fell for the first pretty face that bats an eye upon you!"

His nails dug hard enough into his palms to draw tiny amounts of blood and the little righteous gremlin reared it's hard again to strike out despite the calmness of his tone. "You asked me to find a suitable wife." He dared to open his eyes at the furious man. "I've found one I find to my liking."

"A WOMAN SO POOR SHE COULDN'T EVEN AFFORD TO EAT MY SCRAPS?! She's not even from a noble family is she?! Look at yourself! Strolling in here after everything you've done and dragging a sorry excuse of a dog behind you!"

"She is ours and I will not let her go. I am willing to do whatever you want for punishment but the woman is not going."

There was silence for a long tense silence as the two men stared one another down for a long, long time before his father finally sneered.

"Fine. You want this woman?" He pointed at the woman who flinched. Before sticking his finger back into his son's face. "Then you both are going to go out there and start fixing what damage your dammed escapades caused!! If not-..Then the dungeons will be having another occupant! If you can do that, then you can marry whatever woman you dam well please. Do I make my conditions clear, Michikatsu?"

"As clear as crystal. I'll make arrangements for her to be sent-"

"That woman stays here within the estate! That way I know you'll actually be motivated to get back to me instead of taking the scenic route around!" His son's eyes widened before narrowing. "Oh don't give me that look! I'll have her safety in mind. You have my word on that! Considering if you keep yours!"

"Done." Her eyes whipped to him so face it wasn't funny.

"Then get out of my sight and get going! Just be sure to keep in mind that if either of you step out of line just once more, then she'll pay for her crimes with her life instead of marriage for her crimes against the crown!" 

He was hopeful when her gaze turned to him stunned. Even after seeing the disasters of war, she still looked surprised by the terrible actions of his now retreating father. Perhaps she could feel some emotion for him? Ber face quickly retreated back to the scowl and eyes darted back to the floor. 

"Brother?"

"I'm fine. It's expected of him...Go take her to be settled and have the doctor look at her wound. It still might need tending to after so long."

[illarian-rambling]

Character Introduction: Izjik Meautammera, End-Made-Flesh

Above her, death crouched. Under the skylight and with the backing of that uncanny brilliance, Izjik’s form seemed to be the silhouette of a darker, older thing. Something waiting. Something cruel.

In the sky, in that blank, incalculable space between stars, that something moved.

Izjik was blind to this. All she saw in that moment was the prone form of her Chosen prey. No thoughts of vengeance filled her mind, nor anything of similar noble sentiment.

I hunger. No, we hunger.

Izjik cocked her head slightly, as if making a study of the terror beneath her. Almost gently, she brushed the hair from the panicking siren's face. Unfortunate abomination.

In one casual movement, she tore the woman’s throat out with her teeth.

And for a moment, in this little chunk of the cosmos, all was right. All was beautiful. All was empty.

All was gone.

Djek holds his title of unlucky close, but if there's anyone in the Outcast quartet to which that title truly belongs, it's Izjik. If she'd been born on any other night, in any other place, she might've lived a normal life as a hunter for her enclave. However, a fell star shone on the day she came into the world, and so the godeater being known as End was able to claim her as the latest in a long line of its mortal conduits. This unfortunate shift of fate would come to define Izjik’s life, as well as the life of Illaros as a whole.

Izjik was born in the halawemavar (scale selkie) enclave of Edeme’eneha, tucked away into a rural portion of the N'Diki swamp. Halawemavar raise their children communally, so she grew up surrounded by many caring figures and mischievous friends. Later, when she was old enough to apprentice under someone, she was taken in by an older hunter named Dzako, who taught her the ways of tracking, snare-setting, and combat. It was a good life and young Izjik took to hunting with ease. She had many friends, and many more ill-advised romances. She was perfectly content, until one fateful day during her sixteenth year.

It was during a party for a successful rainy season when Izjik first felt the pressure of the stars above. Being a curious and adventurous girl, she followed it, navigating alone to where the strange sensation felt the strongest. There, in a distant bend of the Jeshwin River, a horrific sight greeted her. A monster with backward joints and many faces tore into a human child. When it spotted Izjik, it sprang at her, heedless of her flimsy spear. It should've heeded that spear though, because when Izjik stabbed it through the chest, it died in a burst of black ichor.

The girl was terrified, of course. There was a human child dead in selkie territory and a monster on her spear that she'd never seen the like of before. She went to Edeme’eneha's shaman immediately and led the spiritual leader to where the monster's corpse bled black into the water. Instead of congratulating her on such a spectacular kill however, the shaman ordered Izjik to be locked away. As it turned out, unbeknownst to the young hunter, what she'd just killed was one of the swamp's many spirits. These spirits were immortal and unkillable, yet Izjik had killed it anyways. A few days later, merrow guards from the Trench came to take her away. Her only crime, as they said it, was being "End-Made-Flesh."

The Trench is where the people of Illaros throw two kinds of things; people who deserve worse than any execution a government can give, and monsters such governments are too afraid to try to kill. Izjik likely would've died down there in its twisting depths, except for the fact that she's just too damn good at making friends. Even such a suspicious, bitter siren as Sepo Kaiacynthus, imprisoned alone for two years before Izjik arrived, couldn’t resist her earnest charm. The pair stuck together for eight years before they were able to escape. After making it out, they found a little island to hide on, away from all the divine nonsense Izjik still barely understood. But, of course, such a mighty fate never stays away for long.

Honor's Outcasts picks up here and as the story unravels, more and more is revealed about End, Izjik’s mysterious overlord. But I'll save that for a later time.

Izjik herself is a down-to-earth woman with provincial manners and a crude sense of humor. She's very much a trades girl and has worked, over the course of three books, as a roofer, a longshoreman, a hunter, a delivery person, and a bouncer. She prefers physical pleasures to anything more highbrow and loves nothing more than punching a guy's teeth out in front of a bombshell babe. Despite this violent streak, she is very caring, even maternal, and functions as the peacekeeper within the group. She's very much everyone's stubborn, tough-as-nails big sister, and all of the other Outcasts know that if they have a problem, they should go to her first. Izjik might not be the cleverest of the bunch, but she's deeply emotionally intelligent and always tries her best to get a smile out of people. The one thing she'll never do, though, is burden someone else with her own struggles. Izjik prefers to ignore her problems, even the eldritch, godkilling ones, until they either go away or make themselves unignorable. This policy does not work well for her as the story progresses.

As for what she looks like, on land, Izjik stands at around 5'2" and is built like a brick shithouse. She's got strongman muscle and the fat to power it. Many scars crisscross her dusky, freckled skin, and her hair is a silver mop of curls. Her eyes are a dark slate when they aren't shining with unnatural starlight. Her teeth are pointed like a shark's and a cloak of silver scales always adorns her shoulders. She's 26 in the first book, 29 in the second two.

In the water, Izjik takes on a decidedly less human form. Her face turns flat and dun scales take the place of skin, barbles growing in place of hair. Fins spring up along her back and arms. Her tail is a dull silver and is built for dexterously maneuvering within a swamp. Picture a catfish mermaid, make it scarier, and you'll have a good picture of her aqueous form.

Now here are some fun facts!:

Izjik is illiterate. Halawemavar have no writing system, but instead rely on extensive oral records kept by their enclave's shaman

She fights with a washava, a rope weapon with a carved stone attached to one end, and a short spear. Her go-to move is to lasso someone with the washava, then stab them

End doesn't really give her any powers, just a divine vibe sense and the ability to kill things that shouldn't be able to die

She once made a bet that she could eat half a raw pufferfish, ate the entire fish because she was hungry, and then couldn't talk for a week because it made her lips so numb

She's an incredibly picky eater. Halawemavar are mainly carnivorous, so anything with gluten or lactose in it just doesn't agree with her. The rest of the quartet gives her a lot more shit about this than she probably deserves

She's a fantastic dancer

She's really, really butch and is pansexual, though she heavily prefers women

She's an awful liar, but can spot a lie told by someone else from a mile away

Given the very communal nature of halawemavar child rearing, she took easily to raising Twenari and saves every spare coin for the girl's education, even thought she doesn't know what in the hell a degree in 'runic engineering' is

And there we go! With the world's chillest harbinger of the apocalypse out of the way, we're done with the Honor's Outcasts quartet. Lmk if you have any questions! From here, I'll probably move on to the Mortal God folks or maybe do a few side characters from Honor's. I don't think I've even mentioned Daedryn yet, now that it comes to mind.

Anyways, hope you enjoy! Have a bitchin day <3

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[the-white-soul]

*Flowey stares at Frisk in an odd manner as they “talk” to their father in the sky. That dedication… that trust… that adoration… so they do have the capability. He taps his cheek with a slow, thoughtful rhythm, but quickly startles when they lunge at Noelle’s throat. He stutters, trying to think of what to say in response to Noelle.*

I can’t- I can’t just… why… You can’t mean I have to choose between Kara and Frisk!

*He stares silently at Frisk for a few seconds with a hopeless expression. A speck of anger is starting to seep into his eyes as well. Why do they get to make him feel this way? Why does he feel so compelled to gain their approval? It’s not fair.*

I know it’s bad, and Kara will hate me for it… but I have to, Noelle. You should be able to understand.

*The knife is back. He pushes the sharp tip against her back, slowly stabbing into the flesh. Flowey is looking at the blood dripping around the cold metal, but he’s really only paying attention to Frisk, eager to hear some words of approval.*

(Frisk) "I knew you'd be able to do it. Nice work buddy! I knew when push comes to shove, you'll always be on my side."

(Noelle) "Heh, pathetic is it not? Look at yourself. Staring at Frisk like a dog. That's what you've turned into! A dog. All you do is listen to orders all day. First from Kara and now from Frisk. Honestly, you're right. I understand. When I was attracted to Susie you should've seen the things I excused because of my crush on her. Oh, she's been beating up Kris? She's probably just dealing with some terrible homelife. It's excusable. Let me tell you a little secret. Nothing is excusable! If someone is bullying you they are bullying you. It doesn't matter who. It doesn't matter why. You are suffering because of them."

(Frisk) "You think people can just be better?"

(Noelle) "Of course not! That doesn't mean that you should be around them. Everyone has junk! Some might have more or less but at the end of the day we shouldn't always be worried about cleaning up others' junk. Who's cleaning yours? Flowey, when was the last time you did something for no one but yourself."

(Frisk) "You want him to be selfish? He is great the way he is right now."

(Noelle) "I'm sure you would like him like this you puppet master. Flowey, I want you to do something not for anyone. Not for me, not for Kara, and most of all not for this son of a bitch."

(Frisk) "Flowey is mine. He may have started out as annoying but has turned into something beautiful."

(Noelle) "Why?"

(Frisk) "Why what?"

(Noelle) "Why did you only start caring about him now?"

(Frisk) "*Sweats knowing what she might say* He, uh, he's been a good friend these past couple d..."

(Noelle) "Don't even bother finishing your sentence. You know why. He's useful. That's what you like about him. Isn't that right father of Frisk!"

(Frisk) "Don't you dare try to talk to him!"

(Noelle) "*Continued like she didn't even hear Frisk* You raised someone who uses people as tools. Happy? Is this what you wanted? A selfish brat?"

(Frisk) "*At this point they couldn't take it anymore. They took the knife and tried to kill Noelle.* When you meet my father, tell him that Frisk killed you."

(Noelle) "Flowey, do something! You aren't perfect but you are a friend of Kara. Do you want to see Kara's face losing me again? Because if you don't help me you'll be the one they blame."

(Frisk) "Flowey, let me kill this deer once and for all."

[assbutt-writes]

A Heart Of Iron Chapter 31

Chapter below cut

Loki

In the 3 months without Tony, Loki had left his room 5 times. Once to go to Valhalla to try and get him back, once to try and interact with the others (that one went so badly that he just slept through the next few days), and 3 times to get more beer. The floor was littered with all of the empty beer cans and he was pretty sure that he looked like shit, but he didn't care. After all, Tony was gone, so why should he?

Steve kept knocking at his door, but Loki ignored him. During the first few days, the others kept blowing up his phone with texts and calls, but when it died, he "forgot" to charge it. After 1 month, Steve had thought he had died and barged in to check on him, finding Loki drunk-talking to an illusion of Tony, either not noticing or not caring that Steve had just entered the room. Steve had quietly backed out, and no one had entered the room since then.

Loki spent most of those months drunk, and, during some of his more sober moments, Loki had JARVIS give him updates on the other Avengers so that he could write letters to Tony. In doing this, he learned that Bucky had woken up, not remembering anything after he fell off of the train, his brain still stuck in 1945. Steve had to tell him that his sister Becca had died of old age 4 years ago. Bucky's reaction had sent Loki into another spiral, the reminder of the fact that Tony was gone too much to bear. The next thing he remembered, he was waking up in another hospital bed, Natasha standing over him, a worried look on her face.

"Loki, what the fuck? I know you know that drinking yourself to death isn't helping you at all, so why the fuck are you doing it? I mean, you do know that-" Natasha lectured, and Loki cut her off.

"That Tony wouldn't have wanted this? Yeah, well, Tony's gone, so he doesn't really get a say," Loki said bitterly. "And who are you to tell me what to do with my life? Last I checked we weren't friends, and the only reason that we even kept talking to each other was Tony, and he's not here anymore, so I don't really get why you care."

"I care about you because I know what you're going through. I've been brainwashed into doing horrible things against my will, I've lost everyone I've ever cared about, and I've-" Natasha said softly, and Loki got even more upset.

"Have you watched the only two people you've ever loved go in front of you in the exact same way and not been able to do anything about it? Have you had some mystical force try to warn you about it but you ignored it and made the one you loved leave? Have you had someone trust you with their life and fail them? Because I have," Loki said forcefully, and Natasha backed away.

"I didn't know. I'm sorr-'' Natasha started before realizing something. "Wait. You knew what was going to happen to Tony? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I thought it was just a vision of an alternate universe. I didn't know that it could come true here too," Loki explained defensively. "I was going into Tony's mind to heal him after the vision that almost killed him, and the stone showed me an alternate universe where we were soulmates and Thanos stabbed him and threw him off of the bridge. I didn't think it was important because it was pretty damn obvious that it wasn't this universe, because me and Tony aren't soulmates here."

Natasha stepped back slightly, and Loki realized belatedly that that came out a little more forceful than he meant it to. Oh, well. She was already going to be pissed at him for letting Tony leave, so what's one more reason to hate him?

"Oh," she said quietly, and then her face melted into a look of concern. "You do know that it's not your fault, right? Maybe you should've told someone about the vision, but, as you said, it didn't seem important. It's not your fault that you didn't know."

"No. Every other fucking vision had a purpose, and this one was an entire life story! I should've known, and I should've fucking told someone!" Loki said, volume building until he was practically yelling. He couldn't see how someone could honestly think that Tony being gone wasn't his fault, because, honestly, he always manages to either hurt the ones he loves or get them to leave forever. "You don't understand. There is no fucking way you could ever understand. If all you're going to do here is tell me lies to try to make me feel better, it's not working, so you can go."

Natasha looked at him with a look that he knew meant that she felt bad for him, and honestly, that just made him feel worse. He didn't need pity, or false reassurances, or to "move on". He just needed Tony.

[shii-ledumu]

(As you can tell, I can't draw for shit lol.)

"Long Time No See"

It's been a week since the shopkeeper paid him a visit. He still hasn't eaten. Just a little bit more and he'll collapse. Permanently. He can't continue this. He can't go on. He will die. But there's no one he can turn to anymore. Grillby is starving himself to feed his family. His relationship with the Shopkeeper is shoddy at best. And he doubts the Shopkeeper has food. From what he remembers she is with her sister who has children. wonder why the older one wasn't the one to confront me? he shrugged. eh, not my problem.

Enough about other people's family dynamics. What matters now is food. But he doesn't know who to turn to. It's not like he has old friends he can turn to; they're all dead anyway... except one. Without hesitation he teleports.

is he even still alive? He hesitated. He doesn't want to see another friend of his dusted. But then he felt a stabbing pain on his stomach causing him to kneel immediately. Sans realized he is far too hungry to be hesitating now.

He wobbles his way in, using the wooden frames for support. Sans shines the lamp throughout the small cave, a frown starting to form as he does seeing that it was empty. He does it again to confirm only to find... nothing. No one was there. No object to be found. It was completely barren. No sign of life to be seen. heh, should have expected th—

"Didn't expect to see you around." A figure walks forward. The light from the lantern slowly showing who it was. They had a pointed beard wearing archeologist attire. It was Gerson.

Sans lets out a sigh of relief. "heh, should've known there's no way of killing you."

"Wahaha! same as always aren't you?" Gerson takes a closer look at Sans who was barely able to stand and is still leaning on the frame. "You hungry?"

"heh, do you even have anything here? seems pretty empty to me." He shines the walls of the cave once more to show nothing.

"Don't worry about that. An old man like me has his tricks. I wouldn't have lived this long if I didn't have any," Gerson said. "Well, you're not that far off my age. Wahaha!"

Sans chuckles. "heh, i'm still two centuries younger than you pal. just hurry up. i'm hurtin' a skele-ton here."

[nonbinaryblackgirl]

Last year, I wrote a Halloween meet cute. This year, I rewrote it.

CW: violence, murder

Word count: 4,770

Nadia trembles as she backs herself into the corner. Her eyes stay completely focused on the frosted glass door. She knows that locking it was pointless. A person willing to massacre an entire party of people isn't gonna let one locked door get in their way. She wishes there was something she could use as a barricade. She tried to move one of the shelves, but it was too heavy. Nadia says a prayer in her head and tries her best to blend into the shadows. Cursing her past self for choosing an Angel costume instead of something darker. She knows that chances are, she'll have to fight. And she's prepared to do so. Her grip on the knife is firm. If she can just stab her attacker one good time, she should be able to run past him. Hopefully, that'll be enough to guarantee her freedom.

Nadia tries not to panic when she hears heavy footsteps coming her way. The door shakes when the killer tries to open it. After a few attempts, he walks away. Before Nadia can relax even a little, the glass shatters. She slams her hand over her mouth to stop the scream from coming out. The realization that he shot out the glass terrified her even more than she'd already been. The sound of glass crunching under heavy boots brought Nadia back to her senses. She steadied herself with her knife, watching the killer walk towards her. Her eyes focused mostly on the gun in his hands. Until she was distracted by his costume. Her costume, actually.

The killer standing in front of Nadia was a woman. She was wearing a long black dress, black platform boots, and a veiled witches hat. The only thing amiss with the costume is the gun she's using as an accessory. The silencer attached answered Nadia's unspoken question as to why she hadn't heard any gunshots before she found the first body with a bullet in it.

“You know, it's really interesting. I'd already dropped 5 bodies by the time I heard the first scream. And I thought for a moment that maybe somebody stumbled across one of em. But I realized very quickly that the scream was WAY too far for them to have discovered any of MY kills. Something else had to be going on."

The woman's voice made Nadia feel uneasy. Her tone was too soft and relaxed. Like she didn't have a care in the world. Someone who just murdered a bunch of people shouldn't sound like that. Nadia meets her gaze and points the knife at her. The woman smiles, continuing to walk towards her.

"And see me, I'm nosey. So of course I followed the screams. Imagine my surprise when I found a dead guy that I didn't kill.”

"That wasn't me. I didn't do that.”

Nadia is quick to defend herself. Even though she's obviously lying.

“Oh? Are you holding the bloody knife for a friend then?”

“I…I didn't mean to hurt him.”

“The first one, maybe. But the others? Those were definitely intentional.”

“I had to! Chelsea saw what happened with Todd. I couldn't just let her leave. But then she screamed and one thing let to another and I-”

“Yo, relax. You don't gotta explain yourself to me. I don't even know these people. You could be naming off characters from a show for all I care. Anyway, I'm about to get outta here. You should probably do the same.”

The bewildered look on Nadia's face makes the other woman giggle. The arm holding the knife falls to her side. The smile on the witch's face allayed the fear Nadia felt.

"You're not gonna kill me?"

"Nah."

"Then why'd you break the glass to get in here?"

"I had to make sure there weren't any other survivors. Can't leave any witnesses, ya know."

"Oh."

"Yeah. But now that I know it's just you, I'm good to go. Or at least I assume so. I highly doubt you're gonna wanna report this to the police. Anyway, it was nice meeting you, Angel.”

“My names not- oh, right. The costume.”

“It's really pretty. Shame you ruined it by getting all messy. You really should've dressed for the occasion.”

“You mean like you did?”

“Precisely.”

The woman starts walking away, prompting Nadia to shuffle after her. She freezes when the witch spins back around and aims the gun at her.

“Woah! You said you weren't gonna kill me!”

“That was before you ran at me with a knife. I don't wanna kill you, but I'm not interested in being stabbed either.”

“Oh! No, I wasn't gonna- here, let me just put this away.”

She raises the bottom of her dress a little and places the knife back in its sheath. After the knife is secure, Nadia raises her hands in surrender. The killer lowers her weapon.

“What were running after me for if not to kill me?”

“Uh, well, I was actually hoping I could convince you to give me a ride.”

The bewildered look the woman was showcasing let Nadia know that this probably wasn't the best idea. But she didn't really have any other options.

“You serious?”

“Yeah. I didn't drive, and I left my phone at home. Even if I did bring it, it's not like I can have an Uber pick me up from a crime scene.”

“You brought a weapon, but not a phone or a car?”

“Listen, I didn't plan for my night to go this way. The knife was only supposed to be for self defense.”

“You came to the party with what appears to be a bowie knife strapped to your thigh for self defense?”

Nadia struggles to come up with a rebuttal. At this point, she's not even sure if she believes herself. She's grateful when the woman saves her from the trouble of trying to respond.

“Listen Angel, you don't owe me any explanations. But do you really think it's wise for us to be carpooling?”

“The person I rode with is dead. I can't just a ride home. I'm completely covered in blood. The only choices I have are to ask you, or walk. And if I walk, there's no way I'm making it home without someone seeing me.”

“It's Halloween. Bloody Angel isn't exactly an unusual costume choice.”

Nadia is ready to beg, but the witch sighs before she can even begin.

“Y'know what? Fuck it. Sure, I'll give you a ride.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, let's go.”

Nadia stares in shock as the killer walks off. She snaps herself out of it and hustles to catch up to her. She's so relieved that she smiles.

“Thank you so much.”

“Uh huh. Where you headed?”

“I live near Sycamore Station and Blossom park. I know it's kinda far, but I would be eternally grateful if you could drop me off somewhere near there. If not, you can just tell me where you're headed and I'll pick something along your route.”

The witch glances over to Nadia, eyebrow slightly arched. After a few seconds, she shakes her head.

“Not too far at all. It's actually on the way for me.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Directly on my path.”

“Oh that's great! Thanks a bunch.”

Nadia follows the woman down the stairs. They're both careful not to step in any of the blood puddles. The witch seems calm as she walks by the dead bodies littering the floor. Nadia however, feels sick to her stomach. She tries her hardest to ignore them and keep going. When they finally make it outside, she takes a deep breath.

Nadia keeps following after the killer like a lost puppy. They walk for a while before they get to a dark sedan. She watches in confusion as the witch reaches into her cleavage. But when she sees her pull out a car key, she exhales. The woman unlocks her car and pops the trunk.

“Okay, you can get in.”

There's fear in Nadia's eyes as she stares at the witch.

“You want me to get in the trunk?”

“What? Oh my god, no. You can get in the front. I'm just putting my gun back in its case.”

“Oh! Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I thought you meant…well, never mind. You know what I thought. Anyway, do you have something I can sit on? I don't wanna get blood all over your seat.”

“Don't worry. There's already plastic covering it. Unlike some people, I came prepared.”

“Is that why there's also plastic on the door handle?”

“Yep. No mess, no stains, no evidence.”

Nadia nods and gets in the car. The sound of her sitting on the seat was an instant flashback to her childhood. It reminded her of her grandma. Her grandma's couch to be more specific. So many of her best memories include that plastic covered couch. The door opening snaps her out of her daydreaming.

“You said Sycamore and Blossom, right?”

Nadia nods. Admiring the woman as she sits in the driver's seat. In the comfort of the car, she's willing to admit that the witch is prettier than any killer should be. Even knowing what happened tonight, Nadia can't help but find herself attracted to this woman.

“Kinda surprised that's where you're headed. Not too many people go out that way. You're a looooong way from home.”

“Yeah, this party is super far away from my usual hangouts. But I got the invite at work and felt pressured to attend.”

“This was a work party?”

“Not totally. I did see a few coworkers, but most of those people were strangers.”

“Ah, alright. Well, let's get you home.”

The witch starts the car and drives. Nadia enjoys the silence. It's a relief after all the screaming she's heard tonight. She relaxes as the witch drives. About halfway to her stop, the witch speaks again.

"So, did anybody know you were going to be at that party?"

"God, no. I'm not really a party person. Hell, if I told anybody I was going, they wouldn't have believed me anyway. As far as everyone knows, I'm at home sleeping.”

“Nobody there got a picture of you, did they?”

“They couldn't have. Phones were confiscated at the door. Most of those people would be jobless if any pictures got out. I mean, I know you weren't there to party. But you had to have noticed all the shit they were doing.”

“You mean the hard drugs? Yeah, been a minute since I saw that much in one place. Kinda bummed me out knowing that they weren't aware enough to run away.”

“Is the chase part of the thrill for you?”

“Yeah. That's why I was so excited when I heard someone running up the steps. I hoped there'd be at least 2 or 3 more people I could introduce myself to. Instead, I just found you.”

“You heard me run up the stairs?”

“Yeah.”

“Then what took you so long to find me?”

“I wanted to give you time to pick a good hiding spot. It's not like you were gonna jump out a window to get away. I'd just murdered what I assumed to be a bunch of your friends. Least I could do was let you have a few minutes of hope.”

“But you didn't kill me.”

“No. All of the other rooms were empty. There weren't any other party goers left alive. And I knew I wasn't the only one going around killing people. So when I saw you with the knife, I was intrigued. You don't really look like someone who could do what you did. Or what we did, I guess.”

“I've never hurt anyone before. Todd just wouldn't stop trying to get me to do lines with him. No matter how many times I said no. Then he grabbed me and tried to force my face into a pile of it. I just wanted him to leave me alone.”

“Oh wow. So you really hadn't planned on killing anyone tonight?”

“No, of course not.”

“Yikes. Sucks how this played out for you then. Sorry you had to go through that.”

“Thanks.”

They were quiet for a few minutes before Nadia spoke again.

“What about you? Did anybody know where you were going tonight?”

“Nah. I'm at home watching scary movies.”

“Oh? What's your favorite scary movie?”

The sound of the witch's laughter makes Nadia smile. She was briefly concerned that the joke might not land. Still, she couldn't stop herself from saying it even if she wanted to.

“That's actually one of my favorites. I enjoy the Scream franchise.”

“Same. I've seen all of them.”

“Me too.”

Nadia really wants to continue the conversation, but she has no idea what to say. She doesn't wanna seem weird. This is already a very awkward situation as it is. She doesn't wanna make it worse.

“So…Sycamore and Blossom. Only a few neighborhoods out that way. I'm guessing you stay with your parents in Bartlett Square.”

“Stay with my parents? How old do you think I am?”

“I dunno. Maybe 21?”

“I'm 25 and no, I don't live with my parents. They do stay in Bartlett Square tho. So you're halfway right.”

“Ah, so you got a place nearby to stay close to them. Cool.”

“It was the only way my mom would be comfortable with me moving out on my own. I stay in Hampton Grove.”

“Please tell me you're joking.”

“I'm not. I just moved into the new apartment building a couple months ago. Why?”

“I stay in Hampton Grove. I thought I knew all of my neighbors. But I guess it makes sense. I haven't been to the apartments yet. Wait, if you just moved out a few months ago, why'd you act so offended when I assumed you live with your parents?”

“Because I don't like when people act like I'm a kid or something. I'm an adult, even if I've only been living alone for like 4 months.”

The woman laughs again. This time, Nadia frowns. More like pouting than frowning, honestly.

“Sorry, Angel. I didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just funny that you'd care what I think of you.”

“It's not just you. Everybody treats me like I'm still a child. Even before I moved out, I was paying my own phone bill, car note, insurance, and buying my own groceries. I'm self-sufficient but nobody seems to recognize that.”

“Based on your actions at the party, I'm sure you can take care of yourself just fine. Besides, I stayed with my parents until I had saved up enough to buy my house. So I get where you're coming from. Anyway, it's always nice to meet a new neighbor. If you want, I can drop you off in front of your building.”

“That would be great. Actually, is there any chance that you have something in this car that I can borrow? I don't really wanna walk through my lobby and up to my apartment with all of this blood over me. Somebody would definitely see me.”

“I don't have anything in the car. But I've got some stuff at home you can borrow. I'll pull into the garage so no one can see us. Then you can pick out something to change into."

"You're inviting me into your house?"

The witch looks at her and smiles.

"Relax Angel. I'm inviting you in for a change of clothes. You'll be exploring my closet, not my bed."

Nadia feels her face warm. Heat rushes all the way to the tip of her ears.

"Right, of course. I just thought…I'm just gonna shut up now.”

“You don't gotta shut up. Do you wanna go to mine for something to wear or not?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright.”

Nadia is too embarrassed to say anything for the rest of the ride. It was already bad enough that she thought the witch was telling her to get in the trunk. But assuming that she was trying to make a move on her was somehow worse. At this point, Nadia thinks it might be better to just walk up to her apartment in the blood soaked costume. Honestly, she was starting to think that turning herself in to the police would be better. At least then she wouldn't be making a fool out of herself.

Nadia stares out of the window and watches the scenery pass by. It's the only way she can think of to avoid the awkward silence. Eventually, she starts to recognize the surroundings. She realizes that they've finally gotten to the neighborhood they share. Nadia watches as the witch drives past her apartment building. Three blocks over, the woman pulls into a driveway. Nadia looks at her, waiting for her next move. The witch touches a button on her key fob and the garage opens. As they pull into the garage, Nadia tries to think of an apology. Unfortunately, she's never been very quick-witted.

“You coming?”

Nadia looks over and sees the witch standing outside of the car. The garage door was shut. The woman is obviously waiting for Nadia to get out.

“Yeah, sorry.”

She gets out of the car and follows the witch into her house. She notices the woman take her shoes off at the door. Out of respect (and the desire not to track blood all over this lady's house), Nadia does the same.

“I hope you know that blood isn't coming out.”

“Yeah, I know. I'll have to throw it out. Really sucks cause I love this costume.”

“You can just buy another one. They'll be half off tomorrow.”

“I guess that's true.”

“So, here's the bathroom. You can wash your hands, then I'll escort you to my closet.”

The witch opens the door to a beautifully decorated bathroom. The silver and purple accessories gave the room a sense of luxury. Nadia washes and dries her hands. Afterwards, they travel further down the hall. At the very end, the woman stops and opens the door.

“And this is my bedroom.”

Nadia does her best to suppress a gasp. The bedroom is magnificent. Everything is black with gold accents. The comforter, the dresser, even the wall. The more Nadia looks around, the more amazed she is. She briefly wonders if the bed is really as comfortable as it looks.

“Closet is over here. You can look through and choose anything you like.”

“Thanks. Your room is awesome by the way.”

“Thank you! I spent a lot of time making it perfect.”

“Well, you totally succeeded.”

Nadia walks over to the closet and searches through it. After failing to find something suitable, she turns her attention back to the witch.

“Umm, do you have anything simpler? Like just a tee and some shorts?”

"Sure. Check the dresser. Third drawer for shirt. Fifth for shorts."

"Thanks."

Nadia crosses the room over to the dresser. She opens the drawers the witch specified. She barely even looks before choosing a graphic tee and some shorts. She passes by the witch, stopping at the door.

“Is there any chance I can convince you to let me take a shower? I know it might be a bit much. I just really don't wanna put the clean clothes on my dirty body. But I totally understand if you say no. I'm a complete stranger and-”

“Chill, Angel. Tonight can't get any weirder. Just grab a net sponge and towel from the closet across the hall from the bathroom. I was gonna wait till you left to take a shower. But since you're taking one, I might as well take one too.”

“Oh. Well, I mean, it's your bathroom. So like if you want to, then sure. It's not like I can tell you not to shower in your own home. But are you sure you don't wanna wait until I leave? Cause I don't wanna make things weird or anything. God, I'm rambling. I'm sorry, I just-”

Nadia stops talking when she sees the confused look on the woman's face. The witch walks across her bedroom to a door that Nadia had assumed was for storage. But one look inside and she realizes that it's another bathroom. A bigger bathroom.

“Woah.”

The tub is huge with an extendable shower head. The style is similar to the other bathroom. Except this one is white and gold instead of silver and purple.

“I wasn't planning on sharing a shower with you.”

“Right, of course not. I'm so sorry. I keep making all of these ridiculous assumptions. I swear I'm not doing it on purpose. I'm just really weird.”

“It's fine. I just want you to know that I'm not trying to seduce you. I dunno what I said or did to make you think that, but I promise that's not what I'm doing."

"No, I know. You didn't say or do anything. I'm just…I'm sorry. Tonight has been weird and you've been really nice. Forget it, I'm just gonna go shower."

"Good idea."

Nadia heads to the hall bathroom. The whole way there, she beats herself up. Why is she being so weird? This happens every time she meets someone new. She's too socially awkward for this shit. She should've just walked home. Or stayed at the party and waited for the police to come. Sure, she'd go to jail. But nothing could be worse than this. Nadia can't wait to go home and lock herself in her apartment. Drink some wine and forget about this awful night. She grabs the net sponge and towel from the hall closet as instructed then walks into the bathroom. Before she can close the door, the witch stops her.

"Here. Put your costume in this bag. I'll get rid of it for you."

"Thanks."

Nadia grabs the bag and closes the door without another word. She's done all of the socializing she's prepared to do for the night. She strips her clothes, throwing them in the bag. Then she turns on the water, and hops in the shower. She tries not to think about the remarks she's made towards the stranger down the hall. She doesn't know this woman. Only thing she knows is that she's killed people. And based on how prepared she was, this wasn't her first time. But she was nice enough to drive Nadia home. Let her borrow clothes. Let her shower in her bathroom. She's nice. And pretty. And probably straight. Even if she's not, this is like the worst time to be thinking of romance. Or sex. Seriously, what's wrong with Nadia to even be thinking about this? She shakes the thoughts out of her head and continues with her shower. Afterwards, when she's all dry and comfy in the borrowed clothes, she wipes the knife off using the blood stained clothes. She'll clean it with bleach at home. Nadia exits the bathroom feeling a little less foolish and a lot less disgusting. The bag in her hand keeps her grounded and reminds her of the atrocities she committed tonight. It's unlikely that she'll ever be able to forget what she's done. Much less forgive herself for it.

"Hey. You good?"

Nadia nods, too nervous to even meet the witch's eye.

"Great. You can just sit the bag down. I'll take care of it later."

"Thanks. I'm gonna grab my shoes and go."

"Want me to walk you home? It's dark out."

"No, I'll be fine. It's just down the street."

"Alright. Well, be safe."

"I will. Thanks."

Nadia grabs her shoes from by the garage. She walks to the front door, then stops.

"Hey, listen. I hope you can forgive me for making you uncomfortable. That wasn't my intention."

"You're the only one who's uncomfortable. I get that this night has been weird for you. But I promise you, nothing I've done tonight has been an attempt to flirt with you. I was just trying to be nice."

"No, I know. I just misread your kindness. I shouldn't have assumed you were interested in me. I always forget how platonically nice straight women can be."

"Wow. Okay, now I'm offended. Of all the assumptions you've made tonight, that's probably the worst. I'm not straight."

"Ah. So you're just not interested then?”

“Angel, we don't know each other. I don't even know your name. I have no way of knowing if I'd be interested in you. We met at a party where we both slaughtered a bunch of people. And considering the fact that you didn't even plan on killing anyone, tonight has been tragic and probably very traumatizing for you. Do you really think you should be worried about whether or not I'm interested in you?”

Nadia stares at her feet and thinks about the witch's statement.

“No, probably not.”

“Definitely not. Listen, you're cute. But I'm not the type of woman you really wanna get involved with. Especially not when you're fresh out of your parents house.”

Nadia frowns and meets the woman's gaze.

“Don't do that. It doesn't matter how long I've been living on my own. I'm an adult. Besides, I doubt you're much older than I am. And you said you stayed with your parents until you bought your house. Sure, I don't own a house. But I do have my own place and pay all of my own bills. So don't stand there and infantilize me.”

“I wasn't trying to infantilize you. I'm just saying that you should enjoy being on your own. Don't try to rush into something.”

“Right because someone who's like one year older than me just knows so much more than I do.”

The woman rolls her eyes.

“I'm 29, so I've got a few years on you.”

“That's only 4 years. Give or take depending on when your birthday is. Is that why you're not interested? You think I'm too young for you?”

“You're still not listening. It's not about the age difference-”

“Which is very small.”

“- it's about the fact that we're strangers. Plus, the way we met is less than romantic.”

“So just to be clear, I might be your type. Like, if we met under normal circumstances - let's say bumping into each other at the store or at a block party - you'd hit on me then?”

“No, I wouldn't. I'd introduce myself, but you'd have to be the one to make a move.”

“Why?”

“I'm not good at picking up on things like that. So I never would've known you might be interested. Of course I know now with how awkward you've been all night. But in a normal situation, I'd have no idea. You sure you don't want me to walk you home?"

"Depends. Are you gonna let me invite you in?"

The witch laughs.

“No, I'm not. This is already terrible way to meet someone. Also, I've gotta clean my car.”

“So it's not because you're not attracted to me?”

“No.”

“And it's not because you don't fuck on the first date?”

“This hasn't been a date. As eventful as this evening has been, you should be happy to get away from me. Seeing me after this will most likely remind you of the worst night of your life.”

Nadia hadn't thought about that. That's a very good chance that she might develop PTSD after tonight.

“You're right. Seeing you will always make me think about what happened at that party. But whether or not you were there, I still would've killed those people. Only difference is I'm going home instead of jail. That's thanks to you. So while I'll always think of tonight when I see you, it won't be entirely bad. You basically saved my life. And it's normal for the damsel in distress to fall for the hero, isn't it?”

The witch looks genuinely taken off guard for a moment. Then she laughs.

“Wow, you're good.”

“Does that mean you'll let me take you out on a date?”

The woman shakes her head, but smiles.

“Go home, Angel.”

“Fine. Thank you for everything tonight. Oh, my name's Nadia by the way.”

“I'm Mekhani. It's nice to meet you, and you're welcome.”

“I hope I get to see you again. Even if I don't get to take you out.”

“We live in the same neighborhood. So there's a good chance we'll run into each other eventually.”

“Hopefully sooner than later. Bye Mekhani.”

“Bye Nadia. Stay safe.”

By the time Nadia gets to her apartment, she's already planned their first date. To her credit, she decides to wait until after the first date to plan their wedding.

[roaringflamesyt]

Sitting on the throne of the wicked

Lore: Somewhere in the city… Deep in a dark building… A Wicked Scientist had people locked away… people who were either down on their luck or needed the money…. and were tricked into being experimented on and turned into monsters…. He used these experiments to fight in a battle arena… while still retaining their humanity, The experiments were monstrous, in pain, and their bodies were not all put together. Though the experiments with the lower number (close to 1-200) were out of control and abit more monstrous. They were promised money if they went through with the procedure by a person they should have been able to trust. The Wicked Scientist uses a remote to make them obey him. He attached chips on their neck.

Thankfully their luck was about to change, Berserk and Hyjinx found these experiments in their jail cells. She had heard about these guys from Amber. How they were just innocent people but got tricked and turned into monsters. Hyjinx was about to kill one of them. Berserk stops IT and told Hyjinx that she has a better idea. Later The Wicked Scientist was hosting the battle arena. He tries to call his best monsters. To his surprise, they didn't come. He looks up and sees Berserk sitting on his throne. She chuckles. Berserk reveals that she stole his minions. She took the chips off. Berserk uses her powers to change their form and make them whole again. When the Wicked Scientist tries to use his remote. Berserk snatches it and breaks the remote. It releases his control of the experiments that were currently in the arena. Berserk changes them too. those experiments killed the Wicked Scientist. Berserk breaks all of them out of the building and starts a riot in the city. Her Minions and her went on a rampage on the city. They caused so much carnage and destruction. Of course, the heroes came to stop them. The hero group included Max, Vector, Becky, Brutus, Hector, Chell, Faye, and Duke. Amber wasn't there because one of the experiments killed her parents during a rampage from the Wicked Doctor. Yes, Amber still doesn't hold it against the experiments because she knows it's not their fault that The Wicked Doctor was making them do this.

The Heroes did their best to stop Berserk and her minions. At one point they tried to reason with Berserk to stop. Sadly, Max calls Berserk's minions "freaks and monsters, like her". This hits a nerve in Berserk. She calls her minions to her. The minions surround the heroes. Berserk yells at them. "look around! There's no FREAKS or MONSTERS around here! When i look around, i see innocent people….. innocent people who were just down on their luck or needed the money…. people who were tricked by someone they should've been able to trust and were killed… left to die in a cold and dark place… only for a god-like being to resurrect them!!! give them more power!!! make them whole again!!.. now doesn't THAT sound familiar!" Berserk was referring to her own past. "You all were my friends!! you left me to die cold and alone!!" She looked at Duke. "and you! I trusted you. You are my brother!! when i was bleeding out, alone, and scared.. I tried calling out for you.. for my big brother to come save me… WHERE WERE YOU?"

Brutus tries to reason with her. He tries to say "we were all trying our best at the time and sometimes we gotta learn to be the bigger person." This REALLY PISSED BERSERK OFF.

"BIGGER PERSON?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?! YOU FUCKERS HELPED MY EX MURDER ME!!!! YOU THOUGHT I DIDN'T SEE THAT SHIT? I'M NOT STUPID!!!" She yelled at them. Brutus, Hector, Chell, and Faye were shocked at being called out. they did feel guilty for unintentionally helping. They looked over at Duke. Duke was giving a death stare. He didn't know about this and it 100% angered him.

Berserk spoke up again. "You can't save me! you stabbed me in the back and now you have to live with the consequences of your actions… just quit holding your breath." She said before storming off with her minions.

Tl:DR: Innocent people experimented on and turned into monsters. Berserk steals the Wicked Scientist's experiments and makes them her own minions. Berserk reveals that her old team (except Duke) helped her ex in murdering her.

[scourgeofshadows]

Scream 6 Rant (my thoughts)

Glad to see some characters from older films show up

Scar reveals :0 (pls gimme MORE)

Gale died...and somehow stabbing her brought her back to life

Dayum Mindy has become Ghostface's horse plinko (got injured more than once in this film oof)

Ghostface is an idiot -_- (bruh FAKE BLOOD & the detectives & police SHOULD'VE been able to fucking notice the feigned death)

Waow...so I have predicted correctly someone dies from having their head smashed by a tv (but I was wrong with who died lol)

Kirby you slay (I wanna have her outfit too)

Ok Ik several people suffered presumably mortal wounds and have survived, but Chad still fucking amazes me (pretty sure he surpasses Dewey with worst injuries that didn't kill him)

Anika is another character added to "bury your gays" (tragically)

Having a killer as an introduction kill is refreshing

Hmmm...I did not expect Tara & Chad to be a thing, but congrats Ig?

I like how the film addresses popular fan theories about the Scream franchise XDDD

Chad only is alive now so that he dies in Scream 10 since Dewey died in Scream 5 & all films after the 4th one are a repeat of the series, so it makes sense (will Chad rival how much scar tissue he has vs Guts from Berserk?)

When will a random person be Ghostface??? (a MAIN Ghostface)

I have my eyes on you, Sam...(although I'm glad she proves the fan theories wrong, I still wouldn't be surprised if she becomes the next Ghostface)

I really need to see research on whether humans can evolve to be stronger and more resilient to severe wounds (then again it may be partly due to better medications, technology, etc. that allow people to survive what could've been lethal)

[bisaster-energy]

merlin and/or mcu for the blorbification list <3

Hi nemy !!! I'm gonna do Merlin and then later I'll probably post a whole separate one for MCU (god that'll be a long post)

Blorbo: oh Merlin my Merlin :) from boy to man shouldering the responsibility of all of Albion without so much as a thank you I kiss him goodnight in my head. Everyone who's anyone loves at least a little bit (even if they hate him) it's just how it works!! A god amongst men living like a servant. Insane. Magical entities speak directly to his brain and he just has to pretend to be Some Guy visiting nobles feel like their world has turned upside down when they see him tell a joke that makes the king guffaw. The other servants swoon when they see him. He looks out of his window in the dark of night looking to the stars like they'll answer "why" or "how" or even "what for". I could talk about him until it kills me

Scrunkly: Gwen!! She's everything to me ooohh my god. She's so lovely and also will stab you. She's awkward as hell and is constantly putting her foot in her mouth but it's so endearing. She steals the hearts of so many! The king of Camelot could be out for blood she'd be like "Arthur" and he'd be like "yes darling :)" like she has him and everybody else absolutely whipped. Do not let her and Merlin gang up on you they'd be unstoppable 😩 she's the queen of Camelot and she's perfect in the sense that she's not

Scrimblo bimblo: elyan without a doubt. No one wears a hoodie like him 🥰 he's small he's ace and he's here to fuck shit up. his sister is the queen loser watch your kneecaps cos if he catches u talking shit it's over. Percival carries him around sometimes :) he verbally destroys the knights (specifically gwaine) at any point in time just for kicks! He's also very soft and kind (don't get me started on the ghost of the druid boy I'll cry) anyway wdym he's dead he's right here putting the racist who challenged him in a duel to shame

Glup shitto: GWAINE the absolute madlad!! He probably doesn't count as obscure but he should've been in the show more!! Every time he's on screen I'm like "THERE HE IS!! THE BOY! what atrocities will he commit :)" from the first time we met him we were as enamored with him as Merlin was. Mans was in the middle of a bar fight and stopped to flirt with the Twink with the cheekbones and honestly that's on code. He's noble and hates it but he'd go riding into hell for the prattiest one of all because Merlin is the love of his life and he'd want him to. Merlin his first friend who'd never tire of him never ask him to change loves him just the way he is. Merlin braids his hair Merlin berates him while tending to his wounds Merlin is everything to him. But he also found friends in circles he doubted he ever would before coming to Camelot. Him shooting the shit with knights who woulda thought. He calls the crown prince Princess and I love him I love him

Poor little meow meow: somehow Arthur goes right here. Idk why but he gets a lot of hate but I love him he doesn't deserve it 🥺 he treats Merlin like shit even after he's had character development that should've CHANGED THAT so I DO metaphorically pinch his arm on occasion. Maybe if we had a spritz bottle for when he's being nasty :) anyways he's pathetic he always listens to his father but it's never enough he fell in love with two servants who are too good for him and his self worth is based entirely on other people. He's a bisexual dumbass who's closest knights are all really hot guys. hm. He's done a lot of bad things but he's also so so good the future if his kingdom rests with him and in his eyes it's his burden alone to bear and I think a blanket and some hot chocolate would do him good!!

Horse plinko: Leon my beloved <3 aptly named the long suffering because the pain never stops!! From "poetry lessons" to straight up not being able to die this man has had it rough and I'm only gonna make it worse. I love him but I love him more while he's contemplating yeeting himself onto a sword. the knights (AND THE KING) fall asleep during his speeches. He's the actual mom of the group and don't let Lancelot fool you into thinking he's some how more nature than the rest of these assholes (to be fair Leon has his moments of mischief as well 😌)

Eeby deeby:

I hate him your honor.

Tysm for the ask nemy!!!!

[milky-bar]

Dangerous (leeknow) - Ch5

Warning - Detailed fight scenes, Cursing, Violence, Blood, Angst, cold Minho.

No matter how much I try to push you away, you always find me when I need you the most, don't know what I did to deserve you. 💙💚

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Dissatisfied of not being able to hit you anymore while you dodged her, she pushed you harshly but you skillfully used your other foot to keep up with your position and the next moment you punched her hard on her face causing her to crumble on your shoulders while you kneed her stomach for some good seconds. The audience that seemed totally against you from the beginning hushed down to this. She got taken aback a little. Her already busted lip started dripping red, but all she did was wiped it with the back of her hand and scoffed at you in disgust. "You think you can do anything with that Daniel motherfucker on your side?" Yeah he sure was on your side, and that was the damn curse. "You are responsible for all of this , you are a fucking traitor!!" You couldn't do much but clench your jaw, mostly to keep yourself from loosing your shit and spitting out what had to be kept hidden. You weren't in your best mindset to be able to complete this fight. Everyday you only tried to forget your past, to atleast forget about the mistakes you made, you've only blamed yourself and you were tired, at this point you only wanted to be forgotten. But now that you've been forgotten by the people you most cared about, you couldn't help but sulk in this never ending darkness all alone. The girl bolted at you with a lightning speed and you couldn't process the life threatening kick that followed up your ribs and the very moment you swore you heard something crack. In a matter of seconds your mouth filled with a pool of blood and you started coughing aggressively. The next second she slid around the floor kicking your ankles and you tripped with a loud thud. You couldn't catch a single breath before she climbed on top of you in a rush. The next thing you felt was the girl showering you with a million of punches. One after another followed by her stabbing words. "You..... don't.... deserve......to be ...... alive.....you.... killed.....them....all. At the end of her sentence you felt another punch accross your face and this time harder than ever that you saw stars.

Your vision turned red and you felt dizzy. She got up from top of you and walked in front of the wild crowd with her arms raised in victory, while you lied down on the floor in excruciating pain. You couldn't feel the blood flowing through your veins cause the only thing you felt was pain. You tilted your head to the side trying to trace the blurry figure of Minho and stared at him for a while only to follow his gaze to the winning girl jumping along with the crowd to raise up the wild calls up some notch. Even he preferred to ignore your existence and you were only left to be ashamed of yourself. You pushed your palms against the floor in an attempt to lift your body up the ground which eventually succeeded. Your comeback only disappointed the crowd as thier excited roars noticeably died down and the girl turned around to be met with your alive state. You were still trembling with immense pain but you knew you weren't giving up anytime soon. She looked at you in disbelief and in annoyance paced up to the two guards incharge who dragged the shirtless fighter earlier. Reaching up closer to the two men, in a swift motion she pulled out two daggers from their Jean stash at once. The people in the room now standing on their feet roared in high excitement for the girl's action totally aware of the fact that they might be witnessing someone's murder in a while but it only excited them more, afterall this was what this place was all about. It was only brought down to spilling blood, absolutely far from what it should've been like. Walking back up to you she threw one dagger at your side and you catched it with hesitation. "You have no idea how much I would love to kill you myself." She grinned at you sinisterly and you clearly noticed that she didn't look stable anymore.

She bolted up to you with her knife and started attacking you with her hands constantly jolting in all directions while you only kept pushing backwards and tackled her knife with your own skillfully. "You....don't.... deserve....to be....trusted." yeah that's what you could agree upon with her, even you didn't trust yourself anyway. She caught you off-guard and swung her hand towards your face when you reflexively bent down in a rush to dodge but still managed to let the edge of her knife scrape a huge cut on your cheek. You only tried your best to collect your mind together and you approached her in a flash and punched her jaw hard and hit her head with the back of your knife. She got thrown on the floor and she looked at you with pure anger. You were kind enough to let her back on her feet again, "you are responsible for Minho's state" you had to blink twice to process what she said and without any intention your eyes fell on Minho's side with guilt. "He trusted you with his life but what did you do? You killed his sister.......you don't deserve his friendship" The world around you started fading out and you saw Minho in front of you, he was looking at you with the same expression that reflected on the girl's face, your heart only sank deeper and you felt guilty and ashamed. Every sound in the room ringed in your ears and in a second you heard quite an audible gasp from their side, your mind was too occupied to function properly and with a lot of effort you finally gazed around the whole room, sliding your vision from the whole crowd to Minho who stood frowning at your figure, you slowly shifted your sight in front of you and saw Katherine merely two inches away from your face and then your vision shifted down her lips to her neck then her arms and finally stopped at her hands that grabbed the knife, the whole half of the knife disappeared while it pierced through your right abdomen and you felt the piece of metal inside your body. You slowly felt the unbearable sensation creeping up your body and in a rush you tried to push her away from you but she only held your shoulders to prevent you from doing so and twisted the knife deeper in your body and you shrieked in pain. She pulled out the knife from you and hit you right above your collarbone digging it past your skin and in an instant you pushed her forcefully leading her to drag her knife down your cloth ripping up the material till your cleavage. The crowd followed up with their disgusting howls that echoed around the room, you heard people whistling at you and you felt weak. Without a second thought you started unzipping your jumpsuit leading the crowd to roar out more in excitement, you stripped your upper half suit and dropped it hanging around your body while it was still attached to the lower half. Your black sports bra on display but your body looked elegant. The flowing red visibly flushed down from your collarbone then down your toned sweaty abdomen and met with the stream of blood that already flowed from the knife wound and darkly pooled on the edge of your waistband. "You have nobody on your side, YOU will die alone." She provoked you and the next moment you lost the last drop of patience you had in yourself. Once again she approached you with her knife and her hand jolted up towards your face but you grabbed her wrist and twisted it to the side leading her to immediately drop her knife. In a blink of an eye you spun her hand around your shoulder and turned your back against her chest and lifted her whole body and swung it from above your head. Instantly her body came crashing down the floor with a loud bang and the crowd oo-ed in response. You completely lost yourself and the only thing you saw was blood. She was coughing with blood and you climbed on top of her and started punching her. Once, twice, thrice and you kept going on until you saw the shiny metal knife glistening a few inches away and grabbed it instantly raising it at a threatening height and brought it back down with a piercing force and in a matter of seconds everything was over.

You got up from top of the girl's body that now lied on the floor. The whole room dropped dead in silence while everyone stared at you in shock. Your whole body was shaking and your eyes were glossy, glistening with salty tears on the edge of your eyes threatening to fall. You turned at Minho and started walking in his direction. You were scared, you were breaking, you needed someone in that moment. Suddenly he started to approach you slowly and you reached out your hand to hold him but as he got closer to you he went past your figure ignoring you completely and stopped in front of the girl who lied down with the knife pierced through the material of the matted floor a mere inch away. He held out his hand and the girl grabbed it and got up back on her feet. You took a last look at them and wiped your tears before you left, leaving everyone in the room ajarred.

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[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Seven pt. One

Chapter Thirty-Seven pt. Two: The Three Blood Drops

Word Count 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of blood and brutal deaths

The beauty of having dragon's during times like these is that killing is so much easier, isn't it? Just one simple command and your enemy is obliterated into ashes right before your feet. Your three creatures sensed you coming towards them so they alerted themselves and got ready for your command. 

"It is time, my loves." They growled, "I want him to suffer as much as possible, and I am sure that you want the same thing. So...come on, let's go get some justice." They leaped their enormous bodies off the ground and landed on the rooftop of Kattegat's kingdom. Ivar's people gasp as they see your dragon's in such a way. Ivar on the other hand, looks up at them with such adoration, like they are his babies like they are yours. You hold your head high as well, however, you feel a sense of uneasiness wash over your entire body from head to toe. There is a voice in your head that kept saying, "something is going to go wrong." Was it a God trying to talk to you or was it your mother trying to tell her daughter that something is bound to happen. I mean, you did dream of something going terribly wrong so was that time, right now? You walk over to Ivar and his proud grin soon fades when he sees the concern in your eyes. Little did you know, White Hair was in the process of unchaining your father. 

"Something..I can feel something."

Ivar "Wha-what is it my love, tell me?"

"I..I I It's like I can feel it-" you could not finish before you hear Hvitserk and Ubbe shouting at the top of their lungs and charging towards the both of you. They were on the opposite side of the yard you see, taking care of peasant matters when they saw just what White Hair was doing. You are confused but only for a moment because Ivar was shoved with such force that he fell very hard onto the ground and your father was standing right in front of you. White Hair was the one that pushed Ivar to the ground, you calculated, because he is standing next to him. 

White Hair "I am sorry, my queen." You shout 'dracarys' but your dragons didn't flame him in time. Your father pierced your ribcage with none other than the dagger that you saw in your dream. As soon as Ivar looked up, he saw your father holding the dagger that is now inside of your ribcage.

Ivar "NO!" 

You look into your father's eyes, he too is barely clinging to life from his own wounds, then he whispers "I told you, you can never defeat me." Ivar took out his dagger and threw it in the old man's heart, right after that, your dragon's obliterated him to ashes.

Hvitserk catches you before you fall to your knees. Luckily for you, he did not pierce your heart. If he did, you would not still be alive. Ubbe does not waste any time before taking out his axe and charging at White Hair for his betrayal. You hear the both of them battling, struggling with each other on the dirt beneath them but all you see is Hvitserk hovering over you.

Hvitserk "Hey, hey, you stay with me! Do you hear me?! Stay with me-"

Ivar "Take her to the Healer! He can heal her wound!" He picks you up off of the ground, three blood droplets drop onto the cold, white snow beneath you as you are being carried. 

Hvitserk "I-I coul-couldn't run fast enough I-"

"It wouldn't have changed anything." You stammered. With every breath, you feel cold air burn through your wounded ribcage. You have been stabbed before so this is nothing new. But this time, it was only once and not too deep to where you lost a lot of blood very quickly. Your father was too weak to cause damage like that, but this wound was not pleasant to endure, that is for sure.

The Healer was asleep when Hvitserk came rushing into his tent. That enrages Hvitserk. How could the Healer still be asleep even after hearing all of the commotion outside: your dragons, your peoples shouts and screams, Ubbe and White Hair fighting right outside of his tent. 

Hvitserk "WAKE UP!" The Healer jolts awake and finds the prince holding the queen in his arms.

Healer "I-what happ?"

Hvitserk "No time to explain! She is wounded and she needs to be healed!" The Healer takes off your coat and finds one stab wound under your left breast. 

Healer "Who did this to you, my queen?"

"Mm my father." You grunt as he applies pressure to the wound. "Hvitserk, where is Ivar?"

Ivar "I am here! I'm here." He crawled into the tent. Why didn't he walk in? Then it clicks, White Hair pushed him. That bastard betrayed his king and queen..for what? Ivar takes your hand in his own and Hvitserk places his on your belly. 

"Mm, I'll be fine-"

Ivar "Just breathe okay? We are here."

"I-I should've just let my dragon's kill him before he even had the chance but I had to tell you that-"

Ivar "I know, my sweet. But it's okay, hey, it's okay." You blame yourself for this happening. Why? Because all you had to do was command your dragons as soon as they got close enough, but you stopped to tell Ivar what you were feeling. Maybe this couldn't have been prevented. 

Healer "I can heal you in no time-"

Hvitserk "SO DO IT! She is clearly in pain, so what are you waiting for?! Heal her!" The Healer jolts and starts working his magic and by magic, I mean the power of prayer. He places his hands over your wound and prays to the gods in a different language. No one truly knows what he is saying but whatever he did say, worked. Before you knew it, the burning sensation went away and you could breathe with ease.

Healer "Now, just like your past wounds, you will feel pain here in there..my queen." 

"I don't care..thank you."  He nods, "Ivar.."

Ivar "White Hair is alive." You don't allow him to finish before you rush out of the tents drapes and find your way through the crowd to where Ubbe is holding White Hair by the hair. Hvitserk rushing to you instantly and places his body in between the two of you. 

"Why did you do that? Why-why did you..betray us?!" You shouted and then held your healed wound because the pain made you flinch.

White Hair "I..I'm sorry."

"Sorry means nothing. How long have you been Ivar's personal guard, hmm?"

White Hair "as long as he's been king..." He fought to get out. 

"Mhm..what did my father offer to you..for you to allow him to attempt to kill me?" He does not answer, he just hangs his head. At this point, Ivar has crawled his way to you, Hvitserk and Ubbe. 

Ivar "I will make sure that you will find your end, in the jaws of one of those dragons..do you understand me!?" White Hair began to cry out, pleading for mercy. Ubbe looks down at me, out of breath, with fresh cuts and forming bruises in his face and hands. Torvi comes running out and joins Ubbe's side in moments but Ubbe commands her to go back inside, to which she does.

White Hair "I swear I..I didn't know that he was going to-"

"To what?"

White Hair "To hurt you, my queen."

"You apologized to me seconds before he stabbed me, did you not?"

White Hair "Yes."

Ubbe "Ivar-"

Ivar "Why did you do it?! Why did you betray us?" His hatred soon turned to sadness when he realized his closest ally and friend had betrayed him. "Why us?"

White Hair "He offered me..Wessex." Ivar and you snicker in disbelief. 

"You were never going to be the king of Wessex, you fool!" 

White Hair "I-I know that-"

Ivar "So you knew that he was lying and you still let him free."

Hvitserk "You broke..my brother's legs and your queen almost lost her life-"

White Hair "It wasn't deep-"

Hvitserk "Any wound can kill a person, White Hair...including this one." He slits White Hair's throat just enough for him to wince out in pain and bleed. He looks down at you and you command Ryuu to land beside you. Ivar orders his people to move out of the way so that he has room to land. 

"Everything would have been fine, you know. My father would have died the way that he should have, and everyone could have gone on with their evening. But no, you decided to be a gullible old man and betray your king and queen."

White Hair "Y/n, please." You take one look at Ryuu and he takes White Hair in his jaws and tosses the man in the air like a ragdoll. He leaps off of the ground, with him still in his jaws and flies towards his siblings, where they three tore the man into little pieces for them to feast on later. 

When all of you knew for certain that he was too dead, your people came rushing towards you, asking if you were okay. It was all too much for your body.

"Please, I-"

Everyone "My queen, my queen, my queen!?" You take it all in and it rushes to your brain too quickly, making you faint.

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When you wake, you find Ivar sitting by your bedside with his hands in prayer. You blink until your vision is clear enough to see his features clearly.

"Mm.."

Ivar "Baby?? Hey." He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

"How long was I out?"

Ivar "ehh long enough for the maidens to put my bones in the proper places." He said it with a smile on his face even though he was in immense pain, he did not wish for you to witness that.

"I-you?"

Ivar "When I fell, some of my bones broke. Just like glass on concrete."

"Are you alright?!"

Ivar "Hmm..never better. Want to know why?" You nod, "Because I didn't lose my wife today. For the third time. Th-this-today would have been the third time that I couldn't save you.." 

"Ivar-"

Ivar "No..the first time, you were taken away from me as I slept. The second time, you were stabbed multiple times and I almost lost you. And now today.."

"I am strong. Haven't I shown you that much?"

Ivar snickers, "You have proven more than that. But I have noticed that I have made promises to you that I have not been able to keep. And for that, I cannot apologize enough."

"Ivar, he pushed you, he-he broke you! You couldn't have stopped that from happening. No one could have except White Hair..he could have kept the old man in his chains, then none of that would have happened."

Ivar "Hmm, I suppose so."

"I told you that I felt something was going to happen."

Ivar "I know, I believed you. I just couldn't act fast enough."

"None of us could. Not even my dragons."

Ivar sighs and kisses your knuckles once more, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I've been wounded. But she's okay, we're okay." He smiles.

Ivar "Then I am okay."

"Hey.." he looks into your eyes, "Our worries are gone now, aren't they?" He pauses and thinks for a moment and then laughs.

Ivar "Yes. Yes they are. We are free, my love."

"Mmm." You hum and slowly lift your body just enough to kiss your husband for the first time since everything went to hell.

While you and Ivar talk things out, Hvitserk and Ubbe are furious. They are pacing back and forth, trying to wrap their heads around the fact that all of that happened so quickly.

Hvitserk "How could he do that? How could he betray Ivar?!"

Ubbe "I saw it coming, Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "What are you talking about?"

Ubbe "Ivar and I saw White Hair talking to Rollo, alone. He said that our uncle was trying to convince him to join him in some way. But he told us that he would never do such a thing."

Hvitserk "Well he did, just not with our uncle."

Ubbe "You are right."

Hvitserk "I am so tired, Ubbe. Why does everything, EVERYONE that I love and need, end up getting hurt or worse..huh?! Answer me that!" Ubbe walks up to his brother and grabs him by the neck and places his head on his brothers.

Ubbe "I know what happened to Thora..and Margaret. I know that their losses were hard on you, my brother." Hvitserk begins to weep, "But even though you lost them, the gods put Y/n in your life. And now you are going to be a father!"

Hvitserk snickers, "Yes, that is true. But I almost lost her too, didn't I? Three times now, isn't that right Ubbe?" He does not respond, "It is like the gods just love punishing me, don't they?"

Ubbe "Everything happens for a reason, my brother. Even though it is hard to admit to yourself, Y/n had to go through those trials for us to realize that king Harald had to be eliminated, same with that man's wife who I can't even remember her name.." Hvitserk chuckles, "and today with White Hair. The gods showed us their true colors and now they are dead. The threats are long gone, alright?" Hvitserk nods, "We are all safe now. Hmm?"

Hvitserk sniffles, "Yeah."

Torvi "Y/n and your daughter are strong. You have to put faith in them, Hvitserk." He gets up and walks outside to get some air, well the real reason is to get away from people for a moment and be alone with his thoughts.

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When night falls over Kattegat, it is like the people have forgotten this evening's events and have moved on with their lives. As they should but it was quite odd to you. You suppose they moved on so quickly because you were not on your deathbed. Hvitserk is still very upset about what happened but right now, he is just numb. He doesn't feel happy, he doesn't feel relieved, he just feels numb. His eyes aren't his, his smile is gone and his hands are unsteady. Ivar and you notice and ask to talk privately with him, to which he agrees. So you ask your dragons to blow fire upon a few logs to keep you three warm as you talked outside. 

Ivar "Talk."

Hvitserk "About today?"

"Mhm. You are here but you aren't.."

Hvitserk sighs, "I just can't believe I almost..we almost lost you again!"

"You didn't! None of you did! I am right here, we are all here and they are gone."

Ivar "We are free Hvitserk. Every enemy is dead, we can finally breathe."

Hvitserk snickers, "I will never be able to fully breathe-"

"Why?"

Hvitserk "I have too much to worry about, and for. I love too hard and I worry too hard. That is my downfall I suppose. But I've tried changing myself, believe me I have. I tried shrooms, I've tried drinking my fears and worries away but that only brought out my demons."

Ivar "Hvitserk, you are scaring me."

Hvitserk "I am tired of acting like everything is alright. For you, for our people. I-"

"But everything is alright now, Hvitserk. Everyone who has threatened us, people who have hurt me are gone. We can breathe now, okay?"

His eyes fall to the ground so you lift his face with your hands, "Breathe with me, huh? Breathe in...and out." He does so, "In...and out.." he does so and then looks into your eyes. "Yeah..you with me now?" He nods and then smiles, "There you are."

Ivar smiles and wipes away some tears that have dripped from his eyes, "I think that we are in desperate need of a change hmm?"

Hvitserk "Change?"

Ivar "Remember our travel plans, dear brother?"

Hvitserk "Ahh, yes. Of course."

"Novgorod..here we come."

Hvitserk sighs, "Next week-" he picks you up, "We need to rest. All of us."

Ivar "Yes we do." He winces out in pain as soon as he uses his legs to walk, "I could use some rest."

Hvitserk "How about we all go to bed, huh?"

"Mm."

Ivar "You carry her, I'll be in shortly." Hvitserk nods." Once him and his wife are out of sight, he collapses by the fire. His legs gave up on him as he hit the ground. Your dragons witness it all and is worried for him. They love Ivar and they care for him a great deal. 

…

When Ivar joins you in bed, he is walking like his bones were not broken only hours before. You are baffled because only minutes ago, he was whimpering in pain just because he was standing upright. 

Ivar "Shit.." he looks up and finds Neith blinking at him. "Hey girl.." she blinks and gets closer and closer. Ivar does not flinch however, he knows that she nor the other two would ever harm him. So he lets her sniff his legs and nudges them a slight bit but Ivar does not hollar at her. He just lets her look, soon she does what he did not expect: she licks both of his legs.

"Hey..you-" before he could finish, his pain that he was feeling just vanished. "How..how did you do that?!" She blinks and huffs, "I..thank you. Thank you!" He began to cry from his absolute gratitude and relief. How did she do that, how did she take his pain away? He did not know that they had that power but did you?

"Ivar-"

Ivar "Y/n! Yo-they-Neith took my pain away!"

"She did what?"

Ivar "She licked my legs and, and, and the pain just disappeared." He stammered.

"I can't believe that! That is wonderful, my love."

Ivar "Did you know? Did you know that she could do that?"

"No, I had no idea. That is wonderful..just wonderful!"

Ivar gets into bed, "Now that we know that your dragon is a healer of some sorts, we know that if we ever need her, we have her."

"Yes we do."

Ivar "I love you so much."

"And I love you, my king." He kisses you and you both drift off to sleep. Your mind runs rapid for an hour or two, wondering how you didn't know that she had that ability the entire time. Nonetheless, now you do and it is the best of news. Your little miracle worker saved your husband today and now he is pain free, thanks to her.

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[boyakishantriage]

What is the price of your future.

Hi. I don't know what I'm doing, why I'm doing this. But my name's Ella. Two weeks ago, my friend died. An accident, to quote the legal document.

"Miss Sally Edwards were stabbed seventeen times by accident by her mother who mistook her for and I quote. Feral beast that were the child's rabid animal."

Throwing the paper aside, she pulled a monitor out.

I'm not a professional in any case, but I do know how to bypass security and. Well.

TRIGGER WARNING:

Death and disturbing descriptions. Warning has been applied.

"You stupid bitch."

"WELL FUCK YOU DAD. I FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE I WAS-"

The large man slapped the young lady, a crack as the woman fell to the floor.

"YOU ARE A MAN. NO MORE AND NO-"

The man erupted in surprise, the dog jumping as it bit the man.

"YOU STUPID DOG."

Throwing the animal aside, the dog's neck snapping.

The door opened.

"HELLO UPSTATE NEW YORK! YOU CHATTEU- Jen. Where'd-."

The woman looked at the man the wife stepping after the other man as he muttered spat aloud.

"I should've left-"

The man looked at the visitor.

"Ah, uhm. Hello there."

A revolver was cocked at the man.

"Where's Jen. Who the fuck are you?"

The woman stepped forward, smiling as she fired the weapon, shooting the woman's kneecaps.

"Sir?"

She didn't hesitate or blink during any of it, ignoring the woman's scream as she cocked her weapon.

"I'm her father."

"... Oh ok."

BANG

The two glared at the woman as she calmly reached into her jacket.

"Mr judge. You know what happens next, I break that slut's wrist, break a couple of this fine policeman's ribs. Y'know, mostly because of. Well. It doesn't matter now right? I hurt two fine standing figures and this not at all mock trial meant to parade-"

The woman stabbed the guard's neck, throwing eh man aside.

"My evil tendencies, to make people shit the fuck up on a law where my friend had to run FOUR FUCKING STATES, change HER name EIGHT TIMES. Switch to three seperate religions and I spend eighty thousand on making sure her and her partner would be able to live in peace."

Slamming the cuff around the guard's throat, she threw the man into the gathering group. As she gripped the podium.

"But no."

"MISS ELIZA-"

"Correction. My name. Is Eleanor. I have killed, so far 4367 people. I accept full responsibility for these massacres, however. I will not submit."

She swept the guard's feet, striking the man's throat as she tore off the skin. Spitting it aside as blood coated the floor. Holding the loaded gun in hand.

"Nobody moves. Next person to touch or tried to leave the building..."

The room blinked, C4. Pulling the trigger out from between her breasts.

"You two are the scum of the earth. Abuse of employees for minor slights, torturous wielding of the legal system. I don't think-"

A guard grabbed the trigger, the device shattering the doors as she laughed.

"did you really think I'd be stupid enough to just-"

Catching the man's fist, weaving the sucker into a strike at the neck.

"-hold the trigger to all the explosives."

She lifted her shirt, bra covering her breasts as a small electronic device beeps.

"Adrenaline, my death and a little spiritual trigger. That's all it takes to activate these little toys."

Striking her chest, the roof blinked with C4, chairs beeping as the woman took stage.

"Now. You little shits. Do you-"

"OH FUCK OFF"

The woman looked at her accusatory.

BANG.

A bloody pulp slumped to the floor.

"Drop the act Mr McLean, you didn't give two shits about her. Only had her as a scape goat and same to her."

BANG BANG BANG BANG.

"fellas. Don't try and get up, you've got a daughter, you're gonna be a husband in a few weeks an you have someone you really should visit again."

"now."

She hops the podium, walking straight to be man as she lowers the gun to his head.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't blow your brains out, you abusive, sick bastard."

The man stared the barrel down, red lasers aimed at the woman as someone walked in. Firing the man's shoulder, she reloaded the gun at the man.

Clapping his hands, the man smiled.

"Eleanor. Eleanor. Eleanor..."

The man stood, kneecaps blown off.

"I- we had-"

She squat down to his level.

"I'll be back in three years, I'll take a seven year break then. We can do our deal. As for the kneecapping, simple."

BANG

The man's thigh had a hole.

"You're the fucker who let my friend die."

BANG

"You're the bastard that killed her."

BANG

The man's shoulder was blown out, shattered.

"And I fucking hate capitalists."

Rising, she rears back, kicking the man to the ground.

"Always wanted to do that."

She punched the man down.

"I'll see you in three Jack Edwards."

"... It's just Jack."

"..."

She slammed the door shut.

I wrote this earlier today:

If you think I'm making things up or blowing it out of proportion:

Bad faith actors, on the behalf of billionaires, will keep desperately trying to take away our ability to come together. They'll keep pulling this shit as long as all we do is keep politely asking them to stop.