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[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: this is part eleven of Lucid Dreams.

Please read author's note at the end!

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of killing, blood ,and death. And reader does fight in this chapter. Not proofread!

The room is silent the atmosphere tense but also warm....

And looking into your father's eyes you seem warmth kindness....and dare you say love?

But before you can truly think your response through your heart speaks for you.

"You will always be my father...."

Your words hold truth. Because nomatter how far you have traveled when asked you who was your father you'd always say hanzo hassashi.

You are his daughter.

And though you've always been haunted by that. You don't feel remorse being his daughter in this moment. Because for once in a very long time you feel...wanted?

Sure jason had loved you but it always felt like you needed him more then he needed you. But seeing the desperation in your father's eyes you truly feel needed.

And it feels nice. A warmth spreads across your chest as your father begins speaking.

"Thank you ,my girl," He says.

Thank you.. He says Thank you. He's a king. He's never thanked anyone for anything. And yet he humbled himself before you and thanked you for allowing him to be your father.

Now that was something you didn't expect because in his words "A Hasashi is nothing if not prideful." He used to tell you. But as he speaks his words have no pride in them ,no ill intention, just love.

"I won't let you down... not again." He says and it's surprising how the roles have switched. It used to be you telling him that.

It used to be you begging him for forgiveness but now it's him.

The air no longer is tense it's filled with peace and acceptance. It's calming and it soothes your nerves.

The smell of his candles goes by your nose the hint of aok trees and vanilla. And it feels like you can breath agian. And you let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

But much to your father's dismay this moment cannot last forever.

A gaurd knocks on the door and your father huffs and tells him to come in.

"Are guest are here my king." The guard says as he bows.

Your father nods and stands up. Offering you his hand. You take it and stand up quickly pulling your hand away.

You wanted him to know he was still being tested. The you weren't trusting him fully. And he obviously got the hint with how fast you pulled your hand away from his.

He leads you out the room and you follow. Walking down the big stone walls he begins speaking.

"Many people want to see you...to see how you've grown."

You knew this would happen gossip spreads quickly here. Even faster then in gotham.

Despite there not being phone everyone knew just about everyone.

And right now you were the person everyone wanted to see.

"Their not just people...their allies who will help in the war." He says his voice still carrying softness. But you got what he was saying. He wanted you to impress them.

He needed you to impress them. This was a test. But you weren't proving yourself to your father like your test before.

No, now you were being tested by the people who are going to be fighting beside you. They need to see what you bring to the table. They need to see you.

Walking through the halls and into the main palace room where all the guest are already in. There's thousands and the big palace walls have no trouble fitting them in.

All eyes are immediately drawn to you. Thousands of eyes are all looking, observing ,and testing you.

You swallow and the pit in your stomach returns. Someone could've warned you but your sure they wanted to see how you reacted under pressure. And right now that's exactly what you feel.

Pressure.

A small figure makes it way to your side. And you don't have to look at them to know it's kion. His head is held up and you follow his actions.

You have to stand strong, show them who are.

Kion noticing your distress speaks up. His voice is quiet so just you can hear him.

"You look lovely sister." He says and his voice is firm he truly means what he says.

"Thank you." You say quietly not wanting to be the center of attention.

Everyone's eyes follow your form as you walk slightly behind your father. Because no one can walk before him. He is king after all.

Though everyone is watching and judging how you look how you sound even how you breath no one is looking to see if you okay.

Well except for Kion. Kioms eyes never leave you. And keeps a firm position beside you. Glaring at anyone who even thinks of talking to you.

Of course people want to talk to you. They want to know you. You, Kion ,and your father walk through the crowd of people and onto the podium that your father usually made commands on.

Behind you was his throne. Actually there was three thrones. One for the king. Another for his spouse which would unfortunately be empty now. And one bigger then the next but smaller then the kings. It stood on the right hand side of kings throne. It was yours. The heirs. Always on the kings right hand side.

Though yes the kings wife was important the more important thing was the heir

The one who would carry on the legacies the name. The power.

On your right side was a smaller but nice throne it was specifically for kion. He would be your right hand in your back up.

But by the way he stood by you and looked ready to kill anyone who even dare look at you wrong told you that you wouldn't need a back up.

You were perfectly safe.

Your father.stands in the middle of the podium. And all eyes leave. You and turn to him as he begins speaking.

"Today we welcome back my daughter. The princess." He states boldly. His voice is loud and proud and everyone erupts to claps and cheers.

"Will she be your heir?" A noble man asks and you see Kion roll his eyes at the man's stupidity.

"She is my first born." Your father states calmly but you can tell he's irrated to even be asked that.

"But who's to say she's fit to be queen? We haven't seen her in almost a decade." A loud and very annoying voice says. And though yes you have been gone over a decade you'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Isn't that lord Khalid?" You quietly ask kion.

Kion nods his focus still on the man. But you can tell kion doesn't like the man either.

"I thought father and him hated eachother...father did take the mans eye out...right?" You ask quietly again.

And agian Kion nods. "They've made peace long ago sister...but their not as close as the once were..." kion whispers back. And this time you nod.

Your father looks at Khalid angrily and Khalid smiles. You knew how close Khalid and your father once were..but your father had accidentally cut his eye out...

You wonder if the one eyed man still hates your father or not. But you aren't looking at Khalid anymore...no your looking for his son.

The lord Khalid has seven sons to be exact but your only looking for one. He was a boy last time you seen him. And he was your dearest friend. Closest friend...

You'd spare together all the time when you were younger but he'd never hurt you even if you had hurt him.

He was kind something that this world didn't like. And you wonder if he still has that same bleeding heart.

You remember the last time you saw him. It was at his mother's funeral. Despite your father's fight you had came to his mother's funeral.

You knew how much he loved his mother. He had gotten his kindness from her.

You remember how he hadn't shed a tear at her funeral. Refusing to look weak infront of others. But you know he only did that cause his father just like yours before didn't tolerate weakness.

But when everyone had left her grave.

And it was just you two by her grave. The rain pouring down on both of you. The harsh rain drenched your clothes and hair he had begun crying.

You had never seen someone cry before. Because here it wasn't tolerated. You yourself had cried before in silence. But you never had to comfort someone.

So you did what you thought was best. You hugged him. It was awkward to you but you knew it meant something to him. He was crying on your shoulder and for while you wonder if it was his tears soaking your close or the rain.

He never let go of the hug and you never pulled away. Eventually the hug did get comfortable but sadness was unbearable.

He kept whisper things to you. Pleading with you. 'Please wake her up.' 'Tell her to wake up.' 'why won't she wake up?' He'd whisper in a heartbroken tone.

He'd repeat those words over and over and you truly did wish you could wake up his mother but you couldn't. So you held him tighter.

After that day you didn't see him. You had left shortly after. And you wish you had a better last memory of your friend but you don't. So you look around past Khalid to see if you can spot your old friend.

But you don't. There's far to many people crowed in this place. You sigh and continue watching your father talk to the stupid lord.

"You dare question my judgment?" Your father says strongly stepping forward challenging Khalid.

Khalid smirks and you know he's getting the reaction he wants.

"I do not doubt you king. I doubt your daughter. But please let her show us what she is capable of?" Khalid says smiling like he's already won. And for you a moment you feel suffocated in your big kimono.

A challenge. You hated challenges. You lost very few in your time but still you hated them.

"My daughter has nothing to prove to anyone." Your father says firmly dismissing the idea. But Khalid continues to push.

"Very well then king let it be known that the heir is nothing but a pretty face with no strength." Khalid says and you can hear the quiet gasp in the crowd your father and brother are both very angry.

How dare he insult you like that?

With a sharp scoff and narrow eyes your father agrees. "Very well then pick your challenger." He says and he doesn't spare you a glance.

Does he trust you that much to win? Or does he not care about your opinion?

Kion steps forward putting a hand on your arm and slightly pushing you behind him.

"I'll fight on my sister's behalf." Kion says his voice firm and you can tell your father is silently telling him to stand down. But kion doesn't stand down.

"That's not the agreement boy." Khalid says mockingly.

"To hell with the agreement!" Kion says glaring at the man and at your father.

"Do you just let your son speak for you king? Maybe his mother's absence has left him without manners." Khalid says and kions eyes widen.

And your eyes narrow. How dare he disrespect your brother?

This time you step forward pushing Kion behind you and shielding him from the stupidest men you've ever seen.

"Pick your challenger and I'll cut out his eye ,just like my father did to you."

Now your words are like daggers to the crowd no one expected that kind of response but your father smirks beside you.

"Very well then I'll be honored for the princesses to fight one of my sons. I'll give her the greatest fighter. Azrael." He says and no one even tries to hold back their gasps not even you.

Your sure everyone is gasping because Azrael is such a good fighter...but your gasping because you don't want to fight your old friend...

You see Azrael for the first time as he steps up beside his father. And gods you don't remember him being this beautiful.

He's taller then you now and you can tell he's strong. Jet black hair like his fathers but his hair is shoulder length but just short enough not to cover his eyes.

His eyes are the same brown as his mother's...

Scars litter his beautiful skin adding texture.

And memories of the battles he's won. Big muscle adorn his body and a beautiful face jawline.....

'Get a hold of yourself.' You say mentally. Shaking your head and trying to focus you see that Azrael is looking at you taking you in now.

Probably looking for weaknesses. Or maybe he still thought of you as a friend?

No, you highly doubt that. Your sure that after his mother's death his father had turned him cold. But one could always hope right...?

Once a friend now an alliance. Or enemy?

Your not sure but you know this fight will determine that.

"Your daughter has your mouth my king. Let's hope she has your skills as well." Khalid says and you only glare at him and your father scoffs.

"Prepare the arena." Your father says to the guards.

Why did you have such a big mouth? You think to yourself. No, you had to step up. You couldn't just let him talk to your brother like that...

You feel the arms of your maids who stand behind you pull you off the podium and away from everyone to prepare you for the fight.

"You shouldn't have spoken up princess." Loyce says her voice cold but you can tell she's worried. She was always the one who bandaged you up after fight..and she hated it every time.

"I had to stand my ground loyce. Plus this will be a way to prove myself. " You say dismissively.

"Azrael has beaten many warriors in his time...Raiden included." Loyce says as she continues to dress you into more suitable clothes for a fight.

Raiden? No one has ever beaten Raiden before....

You stay quiet trying to not worry.

Once dressed your maids rush to the arena. A place you know very well. Your father and Kion are waiting for you right infront of the door that leads to the entrance of the big arena.

Your father steps up putting a hand on your shoulder. "You've got this. If I see he'll hurt you I'll call the fight. No pressure." Your father says softly. He truly did trust you huh? No pressure he says but you know how much pressure there truly is.

Even your maids are shocked by his words. He's never excepted defeat especially from his children.

Your father walks off leaving you with Kion.

"You should've let me fight him." Kion says his voice loud and angry. He didn't want you fighting and that was clear.

"I'll be fine brother." You state as you reach over to hug him. He sighs and nods hugging you back.

"Go for throat. Show no mercy." He whispers in your ear before pulling away and following where your father had went.

Pushing the big wooden doors you step into the arena. The crowd already busting with excitement for the fight.

Everyone wanted to see you in action.

"Give them a show." Loyce says just as you pass the doors.

Walking into the middle of the big arena. You see Azrael on the opposite side.

Your father sits on his big chair in the crowd of the arena and Kions stands beside him.

On the other side of the arena is Khalid and his other six sons all screaming and cheering for Azrael.

"Chose your weapons." The announcer says loudly.

All the crows watches you as you go to the big table that carries almost every kind of weapon there is.

You think for a moment not knowing which to pick.

Katakanas are the fastest. A sword the most noble and common.

But your choice was already clear....chains.

Chains with shape edges on the daggers at the ends...just like your father's.

The crowd erupts into cheer and smiles as you pick your weapon.

Looking at hit father he shoots you a proud nod.

Azrael had chosen a sword. Noble.

Your bow to your father as Azrael bows to him.

And the fight begins.

Locking eyes with the boy who you once called a friend you try and read him. But you can't.

And that's when you know. Your fucked.

But he isn't necessarily looking at you with hate either...he looks....nervous?

His hands tighten around the sword he's holding and swallows hard..... he doesn't know what to do...he steps forward but he doesn't want to hurt you...

'So maybe...maybe I'll just tire her out...yeah! I'll tire her out and her father will call the fight off.' He thinks to himself.

And by you looking at the boy he doesn't look like the man who could defeat someone as great as Raiden.

'Why the hell isn't she attacking first? I'll guess I have to make the first move...' He thinks to himself as he steps forward.

He's quick to attack his sword drawing closer to your arm. 'Why go for my arm?' You think to yourself. All fighters usually go for the head it's more lethal..

You dodge his attack with ease. Throwing the chain dagger at him and he dismissively hits your dagger away with his sword.

'Okay so I'm a little rusty.' You think sighing as you pull your chain back in.

He goes low trying to sweep your feet. But your quick to jump back avoiding his leg and throwing a kick of your own only for him to catch your leg.

'Well shit.' You think to yourself.

His first thought is simple. 'Break it' that's usually what he would've done to anyone else...but your not anyone else.

You use your other leg to jump and kick his chest and he let's go of your leg.

The crowd cheers out your names waiting to see the outcome of the fight.

After about half an hour of fighting. And both of you with scraps well more like Azrael with cuts and scraps. You speak up.

"Stop holding back." You hiss just loud enough for him to hear.

He's dodging your attacks and your getting very impatient.

"As you wish princess." Azrael says and hearing his voice is magical.... his voice has long lost the baby tone it used to have.

It's deeper and more firm....it suits him perfectly.

With a quick move he successfully pushes you to the ground cutting your arm in the process. It wasn't even a deep cut.

But he felt horrible.

In his seconds of shock you quickly turn the tables pinning him beneath you instead. It took him by surprise not every seeing someone with such skills.

The crowd once agian full of excitement and yelling as you put your dagger to his neck.

'Cut his throat.' They all say. Everyone's at the edge of their seat waiting to see what you'll do.

But your waiting for Khalid to call the fight.

You need Khalid to call the fight... you can't lose this fight but you also won't kill Azrael to win.

Looking up to see Khalid he watches. You with wide eyes almost daring you to cut his throat.

You can't stand his arrogance. So you do exactly what you told him you'd do.

You hold the dagger over Azrael eye it's a threat and the last one you'll give before you do it.

You look up once more but Khalid is as prideful as ever. You hesitate you don't want to do it...but a quiet voice whispers in your ear.

"Do it." Azrael says as he close his eye allowing you to make your cut. To hurt him.

And you don't know who's more stupid you or Azrael.

But without a second thought you do it.

He hisses in pain as you end the cut right above his cheek.

Blood covers your hand and the crowd cheers. And you hold the dagger to his throat agian. But this time Khalid actually listen to your threat.

'The lord Khalid has yielded!' The announcer screams.

Pull the dagger away from his throat and standing up realization finally hits.

You...... you were going to kill him.

Your breathings heavy and your vision seems to be getting blurry.

Your eyes are on your hands and hoe their cover with blood....Azrael would've never hurt you like this...

You can't even look at Azrael or anyone to focused on the blood on your hands. Last time there was this much blood on your hands you had killed the joker....

Memories of everything you had done from you finding jason in jokers warehouse almost dead to killing the joker...to now what you just did....

Your vision is still blurry and your breathing had gotten worse and your eyes are still focused and your blood stained hands that you don't even hear the announcer say.

"Princess Hasashi wins! Flawless victory!"

Deep heavy foot steps can be heard throughout the temple which cause Kung Lao to walk to the sound of the steps.

No one has been in the temple recently due to the upcoming war between scorpion and sub-zero.

So Kung Lao walks hesitatently but confidently towards the steps.

But his greeted to the sight of his old friend....

"Well if it isn't the greatest warrior to ever live." Kung Loa says his voice still holding that familiar warmth that it used to hold years ago.

And your grandfather smiles seeing his old companion.

"I thought you he'd left us all behind." Kung Lao says still smiling.

"I could never leave me home...." Your grandfather states. But he leaves pit the part 'without my granddaughter.'

"I'm assuming you need something?"

"Indeed I do..." Your grandfather says nodding while the other batfamily members take in the beautiful of the temple their ancient walls holding stories and tells.

They party had lasted almost all night but you had went to your room straight after the fight. Your father seeing you in your worried state had sent you there.

Loyce and the other two maids had cleaned your new scar and given you a bath and finally you didn't feel all the pressure...but you did feel alot of guilt.

"You fought well princess." Loyce whispers in your ear her voice gentle and kind which is honestly shocking.

"That was a one-sided fight. Azrael wasn't even trying." You say as you sigh and loyce continues doing your hair.

"Well you taught him not to ever underestimate you agian." Loyce says.

'No I taught him I was ruthless' Is what you wanted to say but you didn't.

Because you know that you had to be ruthless here.... you couldn't afford to show weakness.

Laying in your bed in silence the only noise was from the small noises you could hear from the party.

It wasn't peaceful silence. No, the silence was almost mocking. You didn't dare and try to fall asleep because you just knew yoir have nightmares.

You hated them. The nightmares the were almost scarier then the real thing. Always so much more intense. Always so real.

Breaking you out of your thoughts is footsteps walking down the hall and towards your room.

Your ears strain on instinct trying to see who it is. And it doesn't take you long before you know.

"Sister?" Kion whispers from behind the door incase your still sleeping.

"Come in" You say. Not sitting up or bothering to look at him. He opens the door and without hesitation sits beside you on your bed.

Your on your back looking up at him and he doesn't look as scary now. He doesn't look like a prince.

His hair is no longer tied into his signature bun making his feature softer and he actually looks like a kid.....

You don't even have to say ask him why he's here because you know. He's worried.

"Can I touch?" Kion whispers almost like if he spoke to loud it would hurt you. He points to your arm the one that Azrael had cut. It's slightly bandaged but it doesn't even hurt anymore so you nod.

His fingers gently run over the bandage careful not to hurt you.

"Does it hurt?" He questions worry sketched on his face.

"No....it doesn't hurt." You say your voice quiet. To quiet for Kions liking.

"Sister.....are scared of the war?" He questions as if he's there to comfort you but you know that he's really the one who needs comfort.

"Fear is a natural emotion, brother.....it's alright to be afraid." You say your voice no longer quiet but soft.

Kion lays down beside you resting his head on your chest. He's seeking comfort...he's seeking your comfort.

And you hold him right back. Holding Kion was diffrent from Holding Jason.

Usually it had felt like you held jason for your own comfort. But you held Kion to comfort him.

You speak up breaking the silence.

"Death doesn't scare me anymore ,brother." You say your voice no louder then a whisper but the words you say sting Kion right in the heart.

"Neither do I fear my own Death sister....but I fear yours." He says his voice almost breaking. And your heart stings at his words.

He was scared...of you dying?

Usually the younger sibling would want the older one to die so that they could inherit the throne. But you suppose Kion is no regular brother.

You don't know what to say but you don't have time to say anything before kions speaks up.

"Don't leave me sister....please." His voice is so pleading almost exactly how Jason's was the night you left.

"I never will brother...not even death can take me from you.." You say your voice so kind and it brings Kion relief instantly.

"Thank you ,sister."

But his relief is short lived before he feels regret.

"I'm sorry sister...." He says his voice cracking agian but he doesn't move his head away from your chest to look at you.

You look down at him puzzled what was he apologizing for?

"Why are you sorry?" You question confused.

"I shouldn't have brought you here...this place doesn't deserve you..." He says his voice quiet and filled with tiredness and you know that he's just seconds from passing out.

And with him in your arms you don't worry about the nightmares anymore....

To you this mightve been a bit normal considering how you used to hold jason....but to kion this was...everything.

He felt safe and warm in your arms. He felt protected......

You still hear his last whisper before he falls into complete bliss.

"And neither do I...."

Authors note: Hey guys sorry if this feels a bit rushed I've also been working on a couple of other series! So thanks for your patiences!

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[scribi-dabest]

My Gravity Falls Au :D

Sorry for long wait had school stuff :(

is basically i called it war au i havent thought of a better name yet

At the portal test it goes even more horrible then expected.Fiddleford dosent get sucked in but once the portal open bill is immediately able to accses their dimension. Bill once the portal is opened starts weirdmagedon but of course is unable to break throgh of gravity falls weirdness bubble. Fortunately the town tries to fight agaisnt Bill but it dosent work that much. Ford thinks since the portal is open he can try and get to another dimension and maybe get something to help but unfortunately due to the portal's improbability he gets suck in other dimensions. Fiddleford is even more freaked out but is able to get the portal back on incase Ford manages to escape. A few years later the bubble has expaned slightly becuse of the weirdness starting to spread but really slowly the pines twins [Mabel and dipper] are nd up in gravity falls from a wrong buss ride [things can enter the bubble but things canot come out] Fiddleford finds them and reconises their lasts names and find out they are related to Stanford and protects them hoping that maybe they can also help him in some way. Fiddleford finds Mabel upspirts despite in the tragedy thats happening even tho shes very scared and Dipper reminds him of Ford a lot. Bill getting bored slightly decides to start torments Fiddleford every now and agian trying to get more information out of him on how to escape Gravity Falls' weirdness bubble and trys to keep the lingering thought in Fiddlefords head that Ford could be in danger and how much he misses him

also in this Au Ford and Fiddleford both had feelings for eachother but they never said it even when Ford goes in the portal

Thats all i have so far its a kind of bad idea but i also really like it and wonder how you feel about it :D

[infiniteeight8]

Could we have bottom Tony (age gap of Tony being younger and Stephen older, like Stephens 45 and Tony's 29) with Tony giving Stephen a hand job while calling Stephen Daddy and Tony technically talking dirty to Stephen

Behind the cut for reasons of smut. 🙂

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Tony kneels across Stephen’s lap, one hand on the back of the couch for balance, the other curled around Stephen’s cock. “Does that feel good, daddy?” Tony murmurs, working his hand up and down the shaft. 

“So good, baby,” Stephen says, hands flexing on the curves of Tony’s ass.

Tony shivers. “I like making you feel good,” he says. “I like having your cock in my hand like this.” He gives it a squeeze and Stephen moans, head lolling back against the couch. The motion shows off the grey at his temples; Tony loves those streaks. He can only hope he looks as good when he starts graying. “I like feeling how hard you get, daddy,” Tony goes on, stroking Stephen’s cock a little faster. “How hot. I love it when you fuck me, sliding inch by inch into my hole,” Stephen’s cock jumps, pre-come running down the tip, “but there’s something special about being able to see how flushed and wet I make you.”

Tony slides his thumb over the head of Stephen’s cock, spreading the pre-come and pausing to tease a sensitive spot. Stephen moans agian, sharp and high this time. “I’m going to come if you keep going like that,” he gasps.

“I want you to come, daddy,” Tony says. “I want you to come all over my hand so I can lick it clean.”

Stephen cries out, hips jerking despite Tony’s weight across his thighs. His cock throbs and spurts come again and again, the thick fluid dribbling across Tony’s knuckles and slicking the shaft as he continues to stroke. Tony keeps going until he’s milked every last bit of come out of Stephen; then he waits until the older man’s eyes open again before keeping his word and slowly licking the seed from his hand.

[damnidunno]

Loving you pt1 (Acexfm!reader)

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You didn’t expect to see your boyfriend Ace, who was covered in flour with confetti in his hair, in front of you on your birthday, that is. “S-Suprise?…” He said, holding out flowers to you. 

*Earlier that day*

After he woke up (it was already afternoon), on his way to the bathroom to freshen up, Ace felt like today was important. Yes, something was planned today… Well, since he forgot, it couldn’t be that important, right? (How wrong he was…) Not giving it much thought, he went to the kitchen, wanted to open the fridge, and then he saw it—the calendar—the calendar you kept on the fridge because you knew how forgetful he is. Since you aren’t really used to celebrating your birthday, you didn’t deem it necessary to write it down, but what you didn’t know is that the day you started to write everything on it, Ace noticed that you had skipped the month of your birthday. That can’t be right! How could the person he adores, worships, and loves not be celebrated for existing, he knows he doesn’t deserve the love and attention you give him on his day of birth. To him yours is the most important, because without you where would he be?

So he wrote it down secretly—not like you could read his writing anyway. That day was today, the birthday of his lover. “Oh no...” was all he could mumble while looking at the clock, 4 hours till you come back home... "Come on, think! Something romantic!“ Thinking about a spontaneous surprise, Ace noticed how he wasn’t really the romantic type; all he could come up with was a bouquet. Luckily, he knew which flowers you liked, so he went and bought them with some birthday decorations because it was supposed to be a surprise party, right? Ahem… Back at home, he frantically tried to think of something he could do by himself, because you were a sucker for handmade surprises.So he thought of baking! It is a sweet gesture, yes… If you forget, that we are talking about Ace, for a second—that man isn´t realy keen on baking. So, of course, it turned into a mess, but somehow, looked like a cake? On top of the cake, he tried his best to write “Happy birthday, babe!” Well, he tried to make it readable.

He felt confident in what he had achieved in this short period of time (ignoring the mess left behind in the kitchen). He passed the mirror with a quick glance and him looking a bit messy was an understatement. He was covered with flour, head to toe. He took a quick glance at the clock 1 hour left. “I STILL HAVEN’T USED THE CONFETTI” so he quickly and messily spread the confetti, by ripping the bag in two above his head...10 seconds left. He frantically went from one room to another setting the table and seeing if he could add anything else-till he heard the keys to the front door. So with a sigh, Ace quickly scrambled to get the bouquet he was now standing in the hallway waiting for you to come inside and praying he didn’t do too badly. 

*End of flashback*

You were shocked, you surely didn’t expect this at all. First, a surprise. Second, your boyfriend looking like an absolute mess, your mess if you will. You were touched honestly, you gave him a soft smile, took the bouquet out of his hand gave him a peck on the lips and said “thank you for doing this love, you really didn't need to.” He smiled at you and looked at you with so much tenderness that he only took your hand and led you to the table where you saw the cake. "I know I'm not the best in all of this, and I'm certainly not used to this—" He took both your hands, looked you in the eyes and gave you a bright smile— him smiling was so radiant, his hands were so warm and his eyes bruned with so much love, he was like the sun to you, he just surrounds you with warmth even if he dosen´t takes notice of it. You fell in love with this goofball all over agian. oh ace... you thought, he spoke so softly you almost didn´t hear him “You are everything to me, I didn’t know someone like me could be loved like this or even deserves to be. Because of you I feel like maybe I do have a right to live with an angle by my side and I’m honored to be able to call you my girl. Happy Birthday Sweetheart” 

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🎂 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

A: ♡( ◡‿◡ )

[beepbooopbooop]

Btas Jonathan crane/G N! Reader

(TW MENTIONS OF ABUSE)♡ “do that again.”

fluffy flustered johnthan hours , it does fade into smut kinda?? So warning for that but nothing too explicit, the most explicit thing is heavy making out and light touching, he's my beau guys,probably ooc? He's not used to touching but is touch starved, he's timid about it a little established relationship ig? I wrote this after a closing shift 😭

It's cold and dark outside just like any other day in Gotham, but you are up late snuggled up in a blanket reading a magazine. You jump a little at the sound of a hollow knock. Given your shitty little apartment, and its creaky floorboards with hollow walls. "Pumkin?" A voice calls out behind the door hoarsely and ragged before your palm meets the cold silver knob. He used pet names sparingly, not out of cruelty or neglect, rather just out of habit. He wasn't accustomed to soft affections, even verbally. God, but if only you'd known the full extent of his admiration, how much he cared for you...for someone who was a psychiatrist, he struggled with expressing affection. It hadn't really been an issue with you honestly because you'd done exactly what he'd endured. ***creakkkk*** the door is opened, meeting the drastically taller man in his mask and suit as he gently pushes you aside and comes in. He slumps over on the small couch and takes off his mask, fingers tensing as he does so. His chest rises and falls, a heavy sigh coming out as he mumbles something incoherent and rubs his temples.

The door swished close as I let it go. My brows furrowed at the sight of him. It must've been a hard night. A hand meets his back as he tenses a little, looking up eyes a little glossy, and you rub it in circles before parting your lips "Jon..just.." there's a momentary pause, and you contemplate what to do before enveloping him in a hug. He gasps a little in surprise before promptly melting into your tender touch. You slip into his lap and he burries his face into the fabric on your shoulder before muttering "I'm not here for you as much as I should be pumpkin", that statement wasn't entirely false, but you were extremely concerned with him getting burnout more than anything at this moment. You pull back, looking him in the eyes. His pale skin flushes "take some time every once and a while, not just for me, but for you" laced with care as it escapes your lips. The tip of his nose rubs against yours ever so slightly. He doesn't know what to say but wants you to know he is listening.

You try and match the fall and rise of his chest. This was one of those close intimate moments rarely seen as you would often express care by lightly bantering with each other. He was afraid, afraid of affection and love. To an extent, he loathed this feeling. Jon hated the feeling of being afraid because of past abuse. It made his blood boil. It was, as he would call it, a moment of weakness letting it control him like that, but that wasn't true at all. He was just adjusting to a healthy, loving relationship. On a whim you decide to gently press your lips on his as an expression of your love. You pull back looking him straight in the face as his gaze falters to the carpet. "Do that agian.." he mutters as a blush spreads among his pale face and ears almost looking like a rash. His long arms snaked around you as he slipped on his back getting your lips in a soft frenzy. You can feel eachothers faces heating up as you continue to kiss, everything else doesn't matter and it seems it all fades to black as a loving night ensues.

[bakiuwu]

Imagine saying someone posting screenshots to prove themselves innocent cause someone made a fucking alt to spread a fucjing child grooming rumor stupid ass internet beef, are yall slow do yall know how serious that shit, do you know how fucked up it is to be minding your business and for someone to hate you to make up a fucked rumor??? This literally fucking harassment I'm defending myself and showing how actually fucked people in this fuckinf fandom is, also to make a post about something then to throw fucking shade are fucking unserious

Then, on top of all this bullshit to have someone admit that they did it...and a person who I haven't a gave a fuck and even forgot abiut FUCKING YANDERE MOMO ARE YOU SHITING ME, YOU LITERALLY HAVE ME BLOCKED AND YOUR STARTIGN SHIT??? being on apart of this stupid ass scheme l.....WHY cause you don't like me over some baki shit??? YOUR 23 HAVING A DAMN 15 YEAR OLD DOING YOUR SHIT, ARE YOU SURE YOUR NOT THE DAMN GROOMER WERID PICE OF SHIT Why are you close with a damn 15 year older who happens to be a fucking proshipper who has drawn cp before you fucking bitch, it's already bad you write rape fanfics BUT THIS no wonder you were able to make uo such a rumor, you self-progecting cunt

ALSO FOR YOU SAINT FUCK ASS PUPPY TO PLAY THIS OFF LIKE ITS A JOKE??? HATE YOU??? I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU I AXTUALLY FEEL SORRY FOR YOU, YOUR A KID CLEARY SURROUND BY WERID ASS ADULTS, I DONT KNOW ANY OF YOU PEOPLE??? AND YOUR DAMN LIE YOU HAVE HARRSED ME AND MY FRIEND BEFORE YALL CAN NOT BE SERIOUS

Then too pussy to even say anything to me cause WHAT YOUR SCARED OF ME OR SOMETHING??? WTF YOUR A SPINELESS PIECE OF ACTUALLY SHIT, then to act like your changing a new leaf cause you decide to tell WHEN YOU BEEN DOING THIS FOR SOME TIME APPARENTLY, ARE YOU THAT BOTHER BY ME.....what happen to people having a fucking life, your so mad at someone that get a proshipper 15 year old to help your GROWN ASS to make up a fucking child grooming rumor.....that is the most Pathetic loser shit I have ever witnessed, then for this to be played off like this not serious......this fandom is really fucked up,

I don't even do anything all I do is post dumbass shit.....this actually funny....I have no words....so agian if you actually think any of this is silly internet beef.....there's something wrong with you, I feel like people think shit on the internet isn't serious like you can say and do whatever they pls and think nobody should call them out for theyre dangerous behavior this is very serious shit like this can ruin someone's fucking life....this is the last thing I have to say....this so disgusting

[sorcerous-caress]

choose your own adventure interactive story bg3 | Part Ten - The End

So...funny thing the poll ended in a tie somehow and now you have two endings because of it!

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Ending A - The friendzone

> tell him he's welcome back here anytime.

He seems content with your reply, giving a grateful smile before stepping through the portal. It pulses and glows with lights as it swallows him whole, shrinking in size afterwards until the waves of colours snapped out of existence.

You're all alone again, in your living room. Not a trace of him left, almost as if he never came to begin with. You wonder if it was really just a dream, a hallucination maybe.

The loud meow of your cat snaps you back to reality, the little thing has been ignoring the whole impossible to exist magic portal and was focusing on their food instead.

You find out the ate through the whole middle sections and now the food is collecting around the edges of the plate, they stare at you expectingly. You walk over and shake the plate a bit, spreading the food out.

A happy purr greets you as they go back to annihilating their food.

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That was the last you saw of him for a while, Gale. Days become weeks and weeks become months. Until you eventually find an envelope under your doorstep when coming home one day.

It smells just like him, it's signed off with Prof.Dekarios.

You open the envelope and a comically long letter unfolds down, written in cursive on a lovely lavender parchment.

It's from Gale, he tells you how your talk with him encouraged him to face Mystra. How it probably saved him from the biggest mistake of his life, his ego had blinded him and led him down a dangerous path in magic.

Thankfully, his old mentor visited him and talked him out of it just in time. Apparently when he demanded a break from Mystra to her face, it caused quite a stirr in the magical society which is why his mentor must have sensed that something isn't right with him.

Still, he feels like he owes the thanks to you most of all. You truly made him see the whole picture, step back and put things into perspective. He is so much more than just Mystra's lover, he doesn't have to try hard to impress her. If she loses interest in him then so be it.

And just like he predicted, she eventually did end up moving into a shiny new wizard. Some idiot in a tower in Baldur's gate who claims he achieved immortality somehow? Gale never really bothered with the mages gossip anymore.

Especially not since he finally took the job offered to him and became a professor! At a wizarding school in waterdeep to boost! Both his mother and Tara look more proud of him than they have been in years.

At the end of the letter, he apologized for not writing sooner. He just wanted to get his life in order first, untangle himself from the mess he suddenly found himself in. A mess he would've dived deeper into, wasn't it for you waking him up.

The two of you end up writing letters back and forth. Maybe it was already a hobby of years, or maybe you pulled a quick tutorial on youtube each time.

He tells you about his life, you tell him about yours. One time you send a picture inside the envelope of your cat being adorable and he is so fascinated by this invention that he asks if he can come and visit you agian.

Growing closer, becoming friends and trusting each other more and more. He opens himself to you, tells you secrets that he hasn't told a soul before. Likewise he is there for you when life becomes too much, he is by your side when you can't bare the idea of being alone.

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Ending B - Wizard's apprentice

> ask if he can take you with him, and your cat.

He looks hesitant, unsure of how to respond. He wants to politely refuse, but it seems like such a rude thing to do, especially after all you did for him today.

And so he extends his hand to you, still holding the heavy grocery bags so please hurry up and take it. You don't have to be told twice as you pick up your cat who's midway through their dinner and step with Gale into the portal.

There's a whirl of stars and colours around you, forms of magic passing through you as waves after waves of purple and blue protect you and Gale from the outside. Inside this small pocket of safety amidst the galaxy of stars.

Light emerges at the end of the tunnel, bright, warm, and orange as it becones you closer. Your floating feet land on the lovely wooden floor of a balcony with the sun itself melting down into the ocean in front of you in the most mesmerising view.

You've seen this room before, you recognise the furniture from your playthroughs. This is Gale's house in waterdeep, but more detailed than mere pixles and blendered objects. It looks real, alive and lived in.

He's still holding your hand, looking at you with the excitement of someone showing another their favourite thing in the world. To impress you, earning for your approval.

Gale wonders if maybe you'd like to join him in preparing dinner. This beautiful view shouldn't be left unenjoyed, especially when having a company as lovely as yours.

The days slip by in an almost trance like dream, everything you see from the simplest potion bottles to a whole ritual room for Arch-mages to preform their ceremonies in is greater than what you've ever could've imagined.

And Gale happily indulges you with all your questions, all your thirst for knowledge and curiosities. As if he was rediscovering magic himself but through your own eyes this time, through holding your hands as he teaches you the correct gestures to cast a spell, reads you all the books in the languages you never thought actually existed.

The magical tome of Karsus stays collecting dust on his desk, nothing more than a paper weight. Mystra never came here herself either, you noticed that each time Gale had to go visit her on his own in a nearby temple of hers.

Even this his visits dwindled, he spoke less and less of her each day with a nonchalant attitude. It seems like she was the one failing to gain his interest rather than the other way around.

Because how could he find anything else more interesting than your current journey through the weave? He promises to give you everything he himself never had growing up as a wizard, teach you every trick in the book and personally guide you.

Let you experiment and makes sure to be there to keep you safe, he will protect you but never underestimate you much like his own teachers did to him.

And most of all, he will make sure to hide you from Mystra if you happened to become another prodigy. You deserve far more than ending up as a plaything for her, your passion is worth the weight of the whole world in gold.

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Also I lied, you have three endings and not two <3 the middle option is the one I would've voted for if I didn't refrain myself this time which would've resulted in a 3 way tie, it's so close too almost a shame.

So here is the bonus bonus third ending!

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Ending C - Pet pals...and maybe more?

> say you're still looking forward to seeing Tara one day.

With a smile he promises to bring Tara to meet you soon.

And true to his words, the next day you wake up to another cat cuddling your own on their cat bed, except that one had wings.

Gale is sitting in the living room reading a book, maybe it's one of your books that he saw laying around or maybe it's a one he brought back himself. Either way he beams to see you and tells you about how Tara was very...protectively curious when she heard about you and demanded to meet that human who finally spoke sense into his thick skull.

Although she seems to have forgotten her original purpose once she stepped through the portal and was greeted by the adorable sight of your own cat.

As Gale puts it, she become a completely new and nicer Tara that he never saw before. She even ignored him when he told her it's impolite to just cuddle your cat when this is fair first visit.

But she called him a simpleton of a human who may never the understand the rick complexity of cat culture and how this is the highest of honours and most appropriate of behaviours.

The two of you end up supervising this playdate between your cats on more than one occasion, they seem to have developed and instant liking to each other and Gale doesn't remember ever seeing Tara so enamoured with a person before, or well a cat.

One time you let the existence of cat cafes in this world slip and Gale reacted as if you just invented true perpetual motion. You end up taking him to one and two of you have a great time sharing drinks and snacks while surrounded by so many cuddly cats, Gale falls in love more with your world bit by bit.

Eventually he confesses that Tara has been unbearable when she's away from you cat, and he hints at the idea of letting her stay with you? He will definitely pay for everything including her food and treatment, of course he will still come and visit on most days.

It almost like co-parenting, you see him three times a week and he's always bringing something for you and your cat. Tara is surprisingly easy to get along with, she seems grateful for letting her stay in your home and translates what your cat says sometimes.

One day, she says how her and Mrs.Dekarios have been wondering on when do you finally plan on tieing the knot with Mr.Dekarios.

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I originally planned to add one last poll for the ending that's just for flavour, but tumblr only allows one poll per post so you'll have to share.

Part 9

[lavendergalactic]

sorry i know youre requests are closed but can i ask a qurstion, i was thinking of opening up commisions for editing but im extremely small blog/da account whats the best way to go about this? and how would i go about it as i use alot of photos to edit i dont wanna brake copyright etc agian sorry im just curious ^-^

you can always ask questions whether reqs are open or not don't worry

i think the best thing you can do to get out there is to advertise advertise advertise!! you could do a promo-like type post here and tag other creators to spread the word, i think that'll be the best way to go for you

also i'm not too worried about copyright, i dont think you'll get in trouble for just editing things (although i know nothing about law so take my words with a grain of salt)

^ i think it'll mostly be alright since what you're doing is fan work, and most companies are alright with that, it's not like you're mass producing lots of unlicensed merch from the media

[cherrythepuppet]

Financial District

TW: Humvee, shooting, gun violence, general violence, killing

Dante: ZeddyZi

Gram: Me

Dante jumps out of the hotel window and onto a scaffolding above ground then He looks over and sees a corpse, with a rifle in hand, sitting in a couch, Dante grabs the rifle and He peers over the edge of the scaffolding, seeing several hunters in the distance

Gram climbs in through the window behind him “Come here. Keep your head down” Dante whispered as Gram crouches beside Dante and Both peer at the Hunters below “All right now… I'm gonna jump down there and I'm gonna clear us a path” Dante said

“What about me?” Gram asked “You stay here” Dante replied “This is so stupid. We'd have more a fucking chance if you'd let me help-” “I am!”

Dante hesitates while he momentarily looks over and grabs the rifle “Now you seem to know your way around a gun, You reckon you can handle that?” He asked gesturing to the rifle “Well, uh, I sorta shot a rifle before but it was at rats” Gram shrugged

“Rats?” “With BB's”

Dante sighed then relucntly handed the rifle to Gram “Well, its the same basic concept. Lift it up” Gram lifts the rifle “All right now, you're gonna wanna lean right into that stock, 'cause that is gonna kick a hell of a lot more than any BB rifle”

“Go ahead and pull that bolt back, Grab it right there. Just tug it” Dante explained as Gram reloaded the rifle “There you go. Now as soon as you fire, you're gonna want to get another round in there quick” Dante told him

“Listen to me- if I get into trouble down there, you make every shot count. Yeah?” He added “I got this. I won't let you down” Gram nodded

“Dante crawls away to an opening in the scaffolding but stops to look back at Gram “And just so we're clear about back there… It was either him or me” He said before he Jumps down scaffolding

“You're welcome…” Gram smirked slightly then he takes aim as Dante landed beneath the scaffolding, facing the group of hunters by a recently hung corpse

“Asshole should've known better. If you're gonna steal, you better make sure you get away with it” “Right? I would've done-” “They're all dead! They're all fucking dead!” “The hell's he yappin' about? Take a breath. Who's dead?”

“The whole crew. The 76 lookout guys. Some fuckin' tourist killed 'em, killed all of 'em” “Shit. Have you talked to the boss?” “Yeah. He wants everyone to hold their ground, watch the gate” “All right, you heard him. Search the area. Do not let anybody through!”

The hunters begin to spread out and search the area as Dante throws a glass bottle luring the attention of a few hunters in one area, Dante dug through his backpack and grabbed a molotov then lit it before throwing it at the hunters

A hunter noticed Dante hiding behind the scaffolding and raised their gun at them but Gram shot them causing them to stumble back and Dante shot them agian killing them, Another hunter tried throwing a molotov at Dante

But Gram took care of it headshotting the hunter “The kid! Get the kid!” A hunter shouted running over to the scaffolding but Dante punched them in the face and shot them in the stomach leaving them on the ground to bled out unconscious

Gram shot a few more hunters until they were all dead “All right, come on down” Dante called out as Gram exhales and stops aiming the rifle, he stands up and climbs down the scaffolding while Dante was crouched beside a hunter's dead body and bends down beside it

Gram approaches Dante with the rifle still in his grip, Dante removes a handgun from the hunter's palm then He stands up and faces Gram taking the rifle from him “How'd I do?” Gram asked

“How 'bout something a…” Dante paused checking the handgun “A little more your size?” He asked offering Gram the hand gun but pulls away as he reaches for it “It's for emergencies only” Dante told him

Gram quickly nodded and took the handgun examining it before placing it in his back pocket before Both Dante and Gram nod at one another, and Dante gives the signal to keep on moving. They both walk off as Gram observes the dead corpse beside them

“Now, the safety's on. Do you know how to switch it off?” Dante asked “I do” Gram said “Okay, you just… you gotta respect it. This is not-” “Dante, I'll be careful” Dante nodded and the two walked ahead to a garage door

Dante lifted it up and Gram crawled under but the chain was stuck so Grram moves a large cart under the door as a stopper and Dante crawls under then Dante held the garage dor open again and Gram took the cart out

Dante closed the garage door as Gram movd the cart towards the high-up opening then He and Dante climb over “Oh shit, get down, get down” Dante quickly pulled Gram down as two torusits ran past the building the two were in

Dante and Gram hide under a window sill as two tourists flee from the hunter's Humvee but The tourists are gunned down “What do we do?” Gram asked quietly “Nothing” Dante whispered while The humvee parks beside the tourists. Two hunters jump off and back and shoot the tourists dead then They then check the corpses

The hunters jump on the humvee and drive away “Oh man…” Gram sighed while He and Dante stood up “There ain't nothin' we coulda done” Dante mumbled “I know… it's just… oh man” Gram took in a breath

“Let's just get to that bridge” Dante replied before the two sneak upstairs and head deeper into the financial district leaving through a hole in the wall and down onto the street where Dante boosts Gram up to knock down the fire escape ladder

They climb up and jump down near an abandoned military school school “I stayed at a place like this. Back in the Boston QZ” Gram told him "Military Preparatory School" Dante read the sign “Yeah, nice way of saying orphanage. I wonder what happened to all these kids” Gram said

“This place has been out for a good stretch. They ain't kids no more” Dante shrugged “Meaning they're either hunters trying to kill us, or they're dead-” Gram was cut off “Or they got away” Dante replied

“But you don't believe that?” Gram asked “I believe in getting out of this city. Come on” Dante muttered as the two walked down the street, Gram noticed another movie poster “These posters are everywhere”

Dante looked over and laughed slightly “I saw this right before the outbreak” He chuckled “You did? Was it good?” Gram asked “No but it was so awful that it could’ve been good” Dante joked “Who dragged you to see it then?” Gram added

Dante paused looking at his bracelet “I don't know” He lied “Let's just stay focused, all right?” He sighed” They can hear the military humvee and hunters near the grocery store “Agh, it's that fucking truck” Gram groaned

“It's all right, keep your head down” Dante reassured him while they snuck by crouching down and used the store shelves as a way to avoid the humvee until they reached the alley and the humvee moved forward

It turned and noticed them instantly starts firing with its machine gun “What the fuck are they shooting at us with?!” Gram shouted while they ran, Dante got hit in the arm with one of the bullets but they managed to escape

“Go, go!” Dante exclaimed as the two ran up a pair of fire escape stars “I think we lost 'em..” He sighed out of relief while They move along a the second floor ledge toward another apartment, The humvee reappears below

“Oh shit-” “We're okay. They can't see us”…

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[wormxd]

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[allwaswell16]

Hi! I was the anon that sent the fic rec ask a couple days ago. And just wanted to thank you for taking the time to answer the ask and sending it to other authors. And it wasn't ment to be an anon ask really, I saw it going around in another fandom and wanted to make sure this fandom was able to give itself some love to. But I am shy and not an author myself so didn't know if people would answer it. Honestly not many did, so just thank you for taking the time out of your day to do so. You are one of my favorite authors and it was great learning which stories that you wrote are your favorite. They are some of mine too. And you are so right flawed characters make the story more interesting. Thanks agian!!!💐💐💐

Hi, anon! Thank you so much for starting that self rec ask to our fandom! That was really nice of you to do that, and I was happy to spread it around! It was really fun reading what everyone's favs were! And thank you so much for your kind words about my writing! I've written a lot of different kinds of fics, but it's definitely the flawed characters that were the most fun to think about and write for me! <3

[talenlee]

Corrindale: A Place For Places To Happen In

Hey, what’s in the Pacific Ocean?

I mean that sounds funny doesn’t it? There’s nothing in the Pacific Ocean. Not really, I mean, there are places like Macronesia and Aotearea and Hawaii and Samoa and Guam and Japan but those aren’t in the Pacific Ocean, even if they’re literally surrounded by it. There’s several mountains, there’s a seam where the ground is being made brand new, the Mariana Trench, the Tonga Trench, and the Phillipine Trench, to just mention ones I’m reasonably sure still exist since I was in high school. Despite the presence of people living in the space within the boundary declared as the edges of the Pacific Ocean, the Pacific Ocean has a population of close enough to zero as to make no difference.

We think of the Ocean this way for a reason, mostly because we can’t put anything there. If someone did build a city in the ocean somehow, all Bioshock Style, it wouldn’t work as a fill bucket tool, a sort of capture the flag rules set up of filling in all the ocean as their territory – it would just be another place which, probably, had territory extending out to the edges of what they’d built a bit, like any land mass has.

This is how the people of Cobrin’Seil think of the Corrindale Forest. It is not a place, of its own, and nor should it be considered as such. The southern parts of the Corrindale forest rest at the equator and lick warm sea coastline. The people of Kyranou see the Corrindale forest at the edges of land when they go fishing. The people of Dal Raeda’s northern borders can stand on the beach and look across the bay at the southernmost parts of Corrindale Forest. Slinging to the opposite side of the continent, though, the only thing that stops the Corrindale forest going north is the inevitable boundaries of frozen ground: The forest thins out as it creeps up mountains and then tumbles down the far side of the mountain into the region that you’d call ‘arctic.’

That is to say, in comparison to Earth, the Corrindale Forest in its entirety reaches from about Mexico to Nunavut.

The character and temper of the forest changes, along this vast spread. When you stand anywhere in the forest you might imagine what you see is entirely homogenous, vast trees that create a dark and silent cloak in their midst, but travel a few kilometers north or south and you find the foliage different, the wildlife different, but once agian, homogenous. The vastness of a forest of this ilk is hard to explain. People avoid going off paths and trails in the forest because it’s so big, and so deep, that it’s entirely possible to be completely lost just by the environment itself.

There are beasts in the Corrindale forests, but the forest is, itself, the great, oppressive vastness that’s most disquieting. As one floats in the ocean and sees the emerging shape of a vast banking whale, so too one can stand in the Corrindale forest, and see stretching out all around, trees, offset to one another so that there’s no way to see anywhere that you’re not seeing a tree, no single sliver of visual space that is not occupied by trees near or far, and that when something emerges from the greyness and the fogginess created by the canopy of the Corrindale forest, that you do not know how far or close it really is…

Nor how big.

The forest was once this vast because of nature alone; leave enough trees alone for long enough, before people existed, and you’d get something of this impressive breadth. Now the Corrindale Forest is a thing maintained. People peck at its borders, logging and deforming and changing its shape a little, but that’s done as an act of daring, knowing that the forest has people who live there who will retaliate. What’s more it’s not a given? You don’t know who or where or on what time scale. What space within Corrindale exists that is definitively not Corrindale is territory that was hard fought for and in some cases resultant of an actual treaty.

Sometimes, you chop down trees to expand your farmland and a bunch of elves come out of the forest to interrupt. Sometimes, you don’t get interrupted and a gang of kobolds show up a week later to let you know you’ve given the farmland to a dragon sleeping nearby. Sometimes, nothing happens at all. Sometimes, something old stirs in the dark, and the treeline is restored and expanded.

Corrindale is a forest but it’s a forest the way the Daintree is a forest, the way that The Deep Dark is a forest, the way that the Moon is an Ocean. There is something about the Corrindale Forest that represents a vastness, a terrifying, ancient, darkness, and a reminder that it was here before every city and, if it takes measures, it will be here after they have all fallen and their parasites and hosts both have all rotted away.

There are, within Corrindale Forest, a network of Elf communities sometimes glibly known as ‘Elvish nations,’ which is a bit like calling a treehouse a fortress. There are the Portal Pathways into the Manses of the Eladrin and down into the linked world of the Drow’s Dreaming Dark. There are orcish communities and there are several druidic orders. Thing is, for each of these though, none of them are wholly contained in the forest. They all reach out and across into other spaces, none of them are entirely contained.

There are cities and there are nations inside the Corrindale Forests’s boundaries. There’s the Wu Kan’s only city, the mountain transplanted by Sunmon Tzu, where if you look behind the waterfall you find a hoard of gold overseen by a horde of monkey people. But, like islands in an ocean, they are not ‘in’ the forest. Corrindale Forest has two long strips of the King’s Highway through it, linking all the Eresh territories within Corrindale Forest. Those strips represent the single largest work project that exists within the Forest, stretched from almost the Dal Raedan borderlands up to the snowy fortress city perched above the snowline. The Ragauzan who patrol it are borderline pagans. The Church Authorities of Olifar have demanded that Raguzans who patrol there be cycled back to more central locations for fear of creating hooting cults of people who wear antlers and imagine themselves as snakes.

Corrindale is a place, but it is a place like an ocean. It is a place for places to be in.

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[amatres]

more sims

at the Pennington Manor, Gabriella does not have many friends and so takes to trying to befriend her butler

eventually she and isiore go out for a special night together, leaving their son at home

he takes the opportunity to invite over his friends to have an impromptu party. horrifyingly he had high chemistry with his former nanny the vampire olivia. i had to keep stopping them from autonomously woohooing....

however the boy also begins a courtship with miranda somerset, the eldest daughter of the other noble family in simshire. here they are kissing, scandalous! the party goes by without him getting caught

at the party kathleen decides to mess with olivia, which she seems to relize soon after was a very bad idea considering olivia has killed before and is very much able of doing it agian

Gabriella discovers shes pregnant! Which is both exciting and concerning due to her age....

and she gives birth to... more twins.... and one of them is born blue... this is when i began to realize the berry skins were going to be reoccurring.... i dont know what the child looks like now that ive removed the custom skins, so well see if i keep them as the hidden shame of the family or not

unfortunately, Gabriella did not survive giving birth either, and she passes on. it seems well have to find a new nanny for the children....

at the somersets, johanna gets her wish and is chosen by the fey. her reputation is in danger if anyone finds out, tho she does not seem to mind, as she soon after rolled the want to meet them again

word of what happened spreads, and though for now it is simply kept to family circles, if she continues with her behavior her reputation will be ruined

nonetheless, helen grows up into a toddler! unfortunately...

soon after the somerset's patriarch passes on, having lived a full life

he leaves behind money for his youngest grandchild, his butler, his butler's mother, his son, and his partner

the money doesn't seem to soften the blow however

alfred, lonely, still has the want to adopt a child even if his partner is no longer with him. he talks to nigel and kathleen, and they agree to let him adopt their daughter helen, and in return he pays for their college tuition.

she ages up into a child, never to knowwho her birth parents are. mathew, his partner's son, agrees to let alfred and helen continue to live in the manor until it is needed by another somerset

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" GIVE IN, YOU BEAST ! " The boot at his back, the gnashing maw of his living blade wrapped around the neck, gored and bleeding something holy. The more he twists, the more Abbadon's form twists and writhes, he mutates and the muscle of his palms expand to forma seething mass of black muscle and sinew yes, it hurt. Dragons were always horribly difficult, he tried to bring him low before, but the damn thing was too strong for him. He still remembers being chewed up, spat out like a poison. THINGS WERE DIFFERENT NOW, HE'S STRONGER. HE'D LIKE TO PAY AMOS BACK, TWOFOLD.

The Prince's corruption spreads like an infection, digging deep, unearthing all beneath the skin. It goes for the muscle, it paralyses, it digs into the bone, it goes for the heart. The thrashing, the roaring; like an animal that wants to fight for its life. The fact that he wants to fight means that there is something there, some instinct that claws towards life. There. He'll focus on that.

The carnage doesn't stop. His arm is connected by a rapidly healing scrap of bone and muscle and nerve that keeps fighting against the seering light. He keeps digging, he keeps invading the dragon's body and when he finally latches onto that ivory core, he reaches deepr. He's found it, he's grabbed ahold of it. " There. " Time seems to stop, his fingers curl into Amos' soul, he grips it and pulls it from the massive, monsterous form. He glares at it, he imparts something, he bequeaths something. . a whisper of chaos, a call to equilibrium. Too much light, let's fix that.

The dragon falls, crashing onto the earth. Let's hope it was worth it. He nearly died agian for this thing. Abbadon lands into the crater of their battle, kicking up a stone fissure using his Authority over the element of earth, sitting down, catching his breath. God, he's weak. This entire process nearly killed him. He can't bear to think about what the price might be next time. No, no. This is a victory. He has to smile, remember that is it is such. For now, he'll wait for the other to wake into the truth, out of the divine-illusion. -- ft ABBADON and AMOS

Punishment, he had heard upon the moment his wings flared and removed the beings of angelic origins. This world was not his, this All-Mother was not his. Her warmth felt scorching - ridding him of things that he never wished to give. His life and soul held things that even his All-Mother understood for him to harbour well. She spoke of it as a teaching - a world of corruption was never clean and pristine as the surrounding worlds. Never a stream unclean, never a forest uncluttered - but they grow stronger - resilient and grow around them. Every piece of the world had a balance but not here…

Amos felt his heart sour - his understanding of this world crumble away and in that smallest crack - his world changed. His mind shattered, and his body was no longer his own. Tearing through the clouds with winds asunder - thunder with meteorites consumed the skies. His roar as powerful as the typhoon under his bulk. Breaking the once peaceful world with his rage that was not his own doing. As if watching from within, he reached out to anyone, anything that could stop him as his jowls filled with the sun's gift of light and fired into the realms that needn't his punishment.

This was not him!

This was not his world!

He had no right to bestow punishment where it was undue!

Especially when these beings have done nothing wrong!

As he felt his throat once more expand in All-Mother's fire, his soul receded with his pleas and tears, he pulled his mind into his crest and held it tight because he needed to protect it, away from this foreign Light, this unknown entity that spoke in whispers of wronged justice. Someone… All-Mother…. Someone, please.

" GIVE IN, YOU BEAST ! "

The fright that caused the beast's eyes to shift from their corruption for a split second. A glow of true light within the gold parasite. The sensation of pain registered in the Dragon's core - his jowls tearing apart to bellow with Earth's wrath as wings flail and claws flex to crush over mountainous trail as his crown thrashed and swung to remove the being lodged on their neck. A scream of a monster that was losing its grip and when their hand pressed into the core - the grip was enough to startle the beast into a silent scream.

Light burst from the wound - the blood splattered like crystal fragments as the dragon twisted to try and get one last bite of them, but the time slowed to a stop. After all, Amos's hand did reach in return, linking his fingers with that of the brave soul that finally got him to his last moment.

The change was instant, the power returned to them with an extra dosage of something that allowed Amos to remember his smile and his anger for the human race in the first place. But, his morals - his life was his to keep. The sensation of being held dear back in his hands. His palms no longer dowsed in blood of the innocent and only those that took the words of their King for their own moral. To slaughter thousands and laugh upon it before they wept for their own lives under Amos' light.

Now all was silent, the beasts' corpse lay upon its own mess of cracked earth as its saviour caught their breath. Though it wasn't long until the core once in their grasp pulsated. Sending a golden shimmer through the corrupted scales - cause it to suddenly jerk with a heavy breath. But before it could move an inch - it instead began to peel scale by scale - scattering into a brilliant light - illuminating the destruction to replace it with a healing hum. A power that invited Abbadon's wounds to heal - to mend what had been broken, to boost his already passive ability with ease.

Amos' frame stood once in the corpse of the dragon's position - his chest aglow with its crest in full display - his brows furrowed with a guilt like no other but a happiness in cerulean eyes. Nude, but not for long as his feathers wings stretched to twist upon his frame and reform into clothing - simple but enough to give him dignity. His gaze pierced Abaddon's frame as he moved to near them. "You saved me from that grasp of light." His hand rose to his chest, holding the crystal that thrived in his own All-Mother's glow. Though a seed of something else was mixed with her in his own heart.

He feared it.

"What is this world… This is not of my home nor my realm. This Light… is vile." Amos' was near tears, this world was sick. Very, very sick. "Are you the warrior to correct it? You have my thanks, and my life in your hands if so." Amos moved to place himself upon a knee, bowing his head with curved horns that resembled his draconic form upon it in full submission. "Allow me at your side and to be of aid. I am Amos, Guardian Light Dragon of All-Mother."

[elpida]

"Lawrence it's.. it's okay, I'll be fine, I just feel under the weather. He's not... Lawrence he'd-" she was frightened enough to try and push it all aside, to lie. In her mind it was lying to keep him safe, to keep someone they both loved safe. Before she could even think on how to fix it, how to keep Lawrence out of Sams chaos. When it came down to it.. Sam was really a man picking on someone smaller than him, because he could. Eden was an easy target, he'd walked in here like it was nothing and he was making her feel small but this.. when something was clearly out of sorts with Eden? Anyone close to her knew she had a harm time with food so when she was being sick too, she could get ill quickly and from how.. dainty she looked, it'd been more than a day or two now. God she looked so fragile actually. A lot of that healthy weight she'd maintained whilst she was with Angelo had gone.

There was a relief that washed over Eden at the idea that Sam would let her go, that with how public Lawrence with with his bold statement, he'd let her simply walk away... but in the space of a few seconds he'd pushed Lawrence. He'd reached forward and shoved him, hard. Hard enough to send a man his age to the ground. "Lawrence!" she gasped, this genuine worry in her voice and she was moving to get down to help him when she felt her upper arm gripped, twisted in Sams grip. "Noah-" she urged and her other hand was pointing at him to help Lawrence because Eden knew.. she knew perfectly well that with how low her energy felt and with just how Sam towered her, she wasn't fighting his grip or that way he was dragging her. All she could think about was Lawrence and how he'd tried to help her, how she wanted to help him and go with him and she'd have gone with him so easily.

"Sam- Sam stop it! You're hurting me!" she cried as he squeezed her skin in his arm and dragged her up the stairs. If she tried to pull or even stay on the spot, he squeezed harder, until she was half certain he'd break her arm for sport. He as good as threw her into the apartment and slammed the door behind her. Each step he took at her had her back pacing until her back was to the wall. Sam reached behind, pulling something that she heard click and only when she saw the glint of it in the light did she realize that he had a pocket knife. Her heart lurched. "What... what are you.." she gulped, she felt that aching agian, the tight feeling spreading across her chest but it all felt like it came to a firm halt when she felt the cold, drag of metal against the dip of her throat. "I'm bored Eden, I warned you about the old man.. didn't I? Didn't I say I'd tire of the insubordination? You made your choices and now.. well now I get to make mine." his smirk was wicked, it was sinister.. and she'd never seen such determined and disgusting desire in someone. "Tell me what consequences I have for taking what I want when I want it? Plus with you being pregnant, what more do I have to lose now?" he leaned in, dragging down the knife to the first button of her shirt.

"I'm not- what?" she felt her throat drying, her throat that she tried to move, she was so.. perfectly still against that knife. She'd faced a knife before and on cold days she still felt sore in her shoulder so if he.. but what if what he said was the truth? What if she was pregnant? That was a possibility.. one that she'd never even considered and now that she thought about it, her period was late. Shit it was really late actually. She'd been that stressed constantly she hadn't even thought about it. "Let me go Sam. I was never yours." Eden said, trying to sound more firm but he popped another button on her blouse and she was... if she were truly honest? Absolutely terrified. "Stop it- just- just stop it- no-" she move her hands to push at his. Let him stab me, she thought. It was better than him taking more buttons. Edens hands shoved at his arm and in a swift movement he'd back handed her and it was hard, hhard enough to leave her dazed for two moments and those two moments he took in grabbed her jaw and pushing his lips against hers. Think like Angelo, think like Cade, they'd never let anyone make them feel small. I am not small. Eden kept thinking it. I am not small, I'm not small, I am not small.

She bit his lip, has hard as she could, until the tang of iron was in her mouth and he was groaning at the pain of it and pulling back. She took that opportunity to reach for a decorative vase and like they would, like Angelo, Cade and Agatha would, without mercy, she sent that vase straight into his head. She let it shatter and ran. Her head was buzzing from that backhand, there was so much and her chest her mind, everything was running in overdrive but Eden had sense. She slammed her fists into the door, fighting with the lock. "I can't get out- I can't get it- For god sake, open!" she screeched and that was the fear, the urgency, rattling that door to get it quicker until it clicked and she pushed it open. Her blouse was hanging down from one shoulder, the small scrape the knife had left that she'd barely realized when she shoved it, a nick near her eye, along her cheekbone, it was clear enough what Sam had done or tried to.

"He tried to-..." she didn't have to explain, not to Lawrence. She was panting. A hand on her chest. "He tried- I think I'm pregnant and I hit him... I hit him with a vase, I hit him. If he's dead I did that..." she repeated, moving forward. Just as she got to Lawrence Sam, with blood streaming down one side of his face, jumped forward. He'd initially been aiming for Eden. She hadn't even realized she'd told Lawrence her suspicion, she was running on adrenaline and fumes at this point but either way he'd aimed for Eden and aimed low... it was more than cruel what he tried to do.

All she saw was red, a familiar shade of red.. a deep crimson. She'd been shielded Lawrence protected her. He'd really moved in the way to shield her entirely and took the hit for her only it wasn't a hit, it was a wound.. a deep wound an a knife that Sam kept in there as he stared at Eden. "The camera is on you." she blurted out. Her eyes moved to it at the bottom of the stairs. Noah moved it the night before, she'd whispered it to him the second she could, she knew something would happen, so Noah changed a camera Sam wouldn't check often enough, just hoping to catch something. "It's not linked to my phone. Good luck finding the footage Sam." All the fury showed in his eyes. "I'll fucking kill you for this... you and him, everyone.. everyone you love." he seethed. "Noah." Eden screamed. "Police, Ambulance, now." she screeched it, as loud as she could and when he realized what she'd shouted, what she screamed for people to hear, he let go of the knife in Lawrence's gut and ran. He was down the stairs and out of that door faster than he'd ever moved before. "Lawrence-" she was hushing, lowering down with him. "Lawrence? Hey- Hey look at me, this is... this is going to be okay, you hear me? We've done this before me and you, remember? You remember when I was really bad with my shoulder? Well you helped me so many times and now, I'll help you. Hm? I will make you all the Limoncello trifles you could want, yeah?" she whispered, simply.. lowering down, and holding him. There were moments for her where this felt like holding Ben but she wasn't going to let it happen again. "Don't touch it, don't take it out.. " she'd learned that much. "I'm here with you and me and you, we're going to be okay." it was all she could do, whisper sweet words to try and comfort and... part of it was to comfort her to. "Hold me hand, here look, you can keep hold of my hand? I need you to keep hold of my hand, I'm a big baby with hospitals remember? If you keep hold of my hand I'll be okay, so can you keep doing that for me?"

At the bottom of the stairs Noah came rushing. "Tea towels Noah- yep- Call Angelo Santino next, then Cade. Cade and Agatha but make sure Angelo hears you. It's not Eden calling it's Lawrence, he'll be in the emergency department." Noah was nodding and Eden held a tea towel around the wound tightly. "You have to be okay.. he won't listen to me, he'll always listen to you." Tears started to spill quickly. "Lawrence he had videos of me, I thought-...he said all these things he'd do and he has- he still has so much and I tried, I wanted to go home.. I wanted to come home so many times and if you just, get through this... please, for me. For Angelo, get through this. You hold on tight and you don't let go." she leaned, smoothing her hand along one side of his face. She could hear the sirens. "I'm so sorry Lawrence, I'm so so sorry."

Eden refused to leave the ambulance, she refused to let go of his hand too until he was being wheeled into surgery and only then, rather than pacing a waiting room did she let herself be checked over. She pre warned them that when he was out she'd be sitting with him and not in this room playing patient. Eden found out on her own, in a place she was naturally frightened and wary of, that she was pregnant. That her sickness, that was severe morning sickness. They didn't know the reason for the pain in her chest, they said they would run tests but.. she didn't listen, she was too zoned out by the news that she was pregnant. Angelo's. It was absolutely, without a single doubt, Angelo's. That one night... and with everything that'd been happening she didn't even think about the consequences of that night but now, there was a baby, their baby... and she wasn't going to let Sam get anywhere near her. Two butterfly stitches where placed on her cheek, they didn't think it'd scar at all so that was something... same for the scrapes from the knife but either way she moved to be in Lawrence's room with him when he was out of surgery. She wasn't going to leave him, despite the insistence that she should have been laying down awaiting tests, she insisted on sitting at his bed side and holding his hand. "I am pregnant, Lawrence. It's his. It's Angelo's." she whispered, squeezing his hand lightly. It was the best comfort she had, and that she hoped she could give him. "I wouldn't be, if it wasn't for you... so you have to be okay. Our child needs you in their life, and to know how fiercely you protect their m-..." she paused. "Mother." she whispered the word, it all felt.. surreal. "I'm going to tell him everything when he gets here, I'm going to try and fix things, to explain... you're going to be okay now." she hushed, keeping a firm hold on his aged palm. She saw him as a Father, she saw him as the type of Father she'd wished she could've had, or even a Grandfather, but either way.. Eden had chosen her family after all those years of missing it.

The conversation about Eden had ended in a heated clash, with Angelo's refusal to accept the reality of her situation weighing heavily on Lawrence. Angelo's pain and anger over her abrupt departure from the hotel clouded his judgment, leaving him unable to see beyond his own hurt. The love he still harbored for Eden was tangled with bitterness, making it nearly impossible for him to accept that she was in genuine danger, coerced into a life she didn’t choose. Lawrence, however, wasn’t so easily swayed. He had seen too much in his years to ignore the signs of someone in distress. Though his body no longer possessed the strength of youth, his mind was sharp, and his resolve was unyielding. The image of Eden's fearful eyes and the quiet desperation in her demeanor haunted him, pushing him to act despite Angelo's dismissal.

Lawrence’s decision to return to the bakery had been driven by a sense of urgency, a need to see Eden again and assess her situation firsthand. Deceiving the guards with an excuse, he managed to convince them to drop him off a short distance from the bakery, knowing they would wait for him there. He was determined to help Eden, even if it meant putting himself at risk. As he stepped into the bakery, the familiar chime of the door announced his presence. His eyes immediately found Eden, standing beside Noah, who appeared to be comforting her. The sight of her, looking more fragile than ever, sent a pang of concern through him. Lawrence approached them slowly, offering a small, close-lipped smile as he observed the scene.

Before he could say anything, Eden noticed him, and he saw the change in her demeanor as she halted mid-action. That’s when he realized that the man from his previous visit—Sam—had reappeared. Lawrence’s instincts kicked in, and he observed Sam carefully, noting the way the man carried himself, the way he seemed to exert a silent but oppressive control over Eden. The tension in the air was palpable. Lawrence remained silent, politely greeting Sam when the man acknowledged him. He waited with patience, letting the encounter play out until Sam finally left towards the kitchen. Only then did Lawrence approach the table where Eden had taken a seat, his expression softening as he sat down opposite her. She reached for his hands, and he could feel the trembling in her touch, the fear that she couldn’t hide.

His brows furrowed in concern, and he leaned in slightly, speaking in a soft, comforting tone. “The brave man is not the one who does not feel afraid, but the one who conquers that fear,” he whispered, hoping to offer her some solace. He could see how frightened she was, the way her eyes darted nervously around the room, her grip on his hands tight as if seeking an anchor. “Fear not, Miss Eden,” Lawrence continued, his voice steady and reassuring. “The purpose of this visit is to assist you, for you to be freed at once.” His words were filled with determination, a promise that he would do everything in his power to help her. He knew the situation was delicate, that Sam was a dangerous man, but he also knew that Eden deserved a life free from fear and oppression.

As Lawrence heard the kitchen door swing open once more, he felt a wave of determination surge through him. Slowly, he let go of Eden’s trembling hands, his decision made. Rising from the chair, his aged frame still commanding a quiet strength, he turned to face Sam with unwavering resolve. "Young man," Lawrence's voice carried an authority that belied his years, his gaze firmly fixed on Sam as he spoke. "I believe this young lady right here needs to be assisted, and it is quite suspicious you haven't noticed that she is unwell to be attending to customers." His words were carefully chosen, each one a deliberate challenge to Sam's apparent negligence. "If I may say so boldly, you must lack sufficient knowledge of a person's health, more so a lady like she is." Lawrence's tone grew more pointed, the subtle reprimand clear in his words. His objective was clear: to remove Eden from this oppressive environment and lead her to a place where she could be safe, where she could receive the care she so desperately needed, which was none other than Angelo's home. Lawrence's gaze didn't waver as he took a step closer to Sam, his posture still dignified despite the years that had weathered his body. "So if I may announce," Lawrence said, his voice firm and unyielding, "I am taking this woman to healthcare to be assisted, given that you, consciously or not, fail to respond to her wellbeing."