#there was some vomit green slander going on i had to say my piece

[acidsaladd]

heres leo in my godawful roadtrip fit + a lil comic

[id: It is a digital drawing of Leo from rottmnt as well as a comic of Leo, usagi and donnie. The first image has a couple drawings of Leo. The first one is a full body drawing where he is wearing green pants, a black hoodie with a car design on front, a pair of dark blue crocs and a green beanie. He is standing with his side facing the viewer, one leg in front of him and the other folded back as if leaning on a wall, he has one hand on his pocket while the other holds his phone. Next to that is a drawing of him with the same hoodie but without the beanie; his back is towards the viewer and he is looking over his shoulder frowning, one hand reaching to the back of his head.

The second and third images are a comic. Leo is wearing a hoodie and a beanie. Leo looks up from his phone as he notices Usagi, holding some clothes and looking through other items. Leo’s eyes go huge after he sees him and lets out a curse before running off screaming for Donnie who is shopping nearby. Leo hides behind Donnie, who is looking beyond done with him, and says “you gotta hide me. I can’t let Usagi see me like this.” Donnie looks back at him with a smirk and says “you say that meaning you think it gets any better” to which Leo responds with “die”. / end id]

[shazyloren]

The Room: Chapter 29 - Watch the Wolf

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12710496/chapters/30678705

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His little whore, that's what he liked to call her. Demeaning her piece by piece was what he did best. She'd known nothing other than this cycle of abuse; since she was fourteen years old. She would pray to the gods everyday, pray that he'd see the error in his ways and find something else to concentrate his energies on; but he never did. He always came back to her room while she was sleeping; trying to attack her when she was unaware.

He'd rip her night clothes off; pin her down with his own body as her voice evaporated onto the air. She was always trying to call out, for someone to hear her pleas. But like always, she was alone. Alone with the man who would squeeze her breasts until she sometimes passed out from the agony of it all; in which she'd wake up to feel her brother's length inside her, an abnormality inside her which caused immense pain.  Never pleasure. Sometimes she'd be strong and struggle; trying to hit him back.  But he would just be rougher, more harsh. It turned him on to see her struggle and cry. And he would slam into her harder as a result.

And this was one of those times as she lied on her back.

Daenerys thrashed about in the covers as a hand slid over her mouth to quieten her, the same familiar routine. She was determined to fight him off, determined to be free of his torment and abuse and so she wriggled and writhed to free herself. He shouted at her... slapped her about before trying to rip her nightgown off of her. Her free arm would try to push him off, but he was just that much taller and stronger than her. It was always the same.

"Hold still, dear sister" He taunted as he tried to grab at her breasts forcefully. He managed to pin her down to the point where her arms were pinned behind her and she was laid on her front with one of his hands grabbing at her exposed nipple and pulling hard on it. She would cry profusely, until there was nothing left in her, scream until her voice was hoarse and she was physically choking into the pillow he shoved her face in. The pain seared into every fibre of her body, like a hot flame licking at her skin with his every touch and supposed caress.

It was physically vomit inducing to go through the intense pain. She was sure she'd pass out any moment. Her very essence and childhood ripped from her with his violation. It wouldn't be long then before he'd put himself inside her. She'd try to keep the legs closed and not let him in but the pain to just keep herself conscious was taking all the energy and he'd ultimately win. And he did, over and over. With every thrust she'd cry at the intrusion, every slap of skin she'd plead for him to stop and every sharp pain in her stomach she begged for help...

Daenerys eyes flew open as she awake in fit of sweats. It was only a dream, yet it felt so real. So much so her nipples felt sore from the pulling and her sex painful from the intrusion. It was only because Daenerys had known the intrusion all too well, she'd known that pain. That's why it had been so visceral. Yet, she could see the Greens and Golds of the Slytherin dorm and she knew she was safe.

Thankfully for Daenerys, knowing she still had these nightmares she always performed a silencing charm on her bed every night as so the other did not hear her cries and pleas. She could not help what she said when asleep and if one of them found out, she'd hate to think what they thought of her. They'd probably tell her that they knew she liked to fuck her brother.

Well, she did originally.

Thanks to Jon being her co-head, he'd come down twice as hard on people making jokes about her family and in their joint pocket notebooks she'd seen he'd given out three detentions in the last week for hearing slander against her. She'd have to have a go at him for that on next patrol. As she turned to her alarm clock, she saw it had only just turned to Midnight. She'd only been in bed for forty-five minutes.

Usually when she had a nightmare she liked to go for a walk around the castle early morning to help clear her mind; once or twice the past week it had occurred and she'd been walking when she'd spotted Jon in some of his jogging gear and he was heading out to the Great Lake for a morning run. But it being midnight, even if she went for a walk about the castle she wouldn't be able to get away with 'I had a nightmare and I needed to clear my head'. Not even the head girl had such power of persuasion.

But then, she thought on it. A simple disillusion charm could help her out if she wanted to get out of the common room for even just fifteen minutes. Deciding to listen to the voice in her head telling her to go for it, she put her cloak on and her scarf. She slid her feet into some trainers she had at the end of her bed and grabbed her wand off of the bedside table before quietly leaving the dorm.

She could hear voices still in the common room so she casted the charm on herself before she entered and snuck past them. You couldn't cast very accurate disillusion charm on yourself, it was more specialised for a certain room. So now as she walked to the entrance, they might see the door opening but they would not be able to see Daenerys leaving.

She climbed out of the dungeon common room and entered the eerily quiet halls which had this constant dripping sound which creeped everyone out. It was dark and dank and their was puddles everywhere. There was a leak or something, it'd never been this gross down here. She started to walk toward the entrance hall, she needed to see something other than a dark and miserable corridor for once.

She walked a little way before she heard voices. Thankfully, the dungeons were good for one thing, plenty of shadows and corners to hid in. So she snuck into a corner of the corridor that had no light and was a good place to hid until the voices carried on by her. As they got closer, she recognized one of them a Professor Lannister and the other as Stannis Baratheon's. What were they doing down here? They were talking about the tournament, obviously in a place they did not expect anyone to hear.

"So the first task is ready to go?" The more unfamiliar voice spoke to the Headmaster. Daenery's eyes widened, it suddenly dawned on her that in three days time she was going to be competing in the first task.

"Indeed, the last crate of Boggarts came in last night" Boggarts, damn things. Daenerys had only ever faced two boggarts in her life, one in professor Mormont classroom in third year and another last school year when one had escaped and gotten into the Slytherin common room. Before it had taken the form of her father, she used to be terrified of him. But now, it took the form of Viserys. There was nothing more that scared her in the world than him, as evident from the dream she'd been having.

"This tournament, it could potentially be the best one. The tasks you proposed last year are all very different from each other and from anything the students will have ever faced before. However forgive me, there are safety concerns with them all" Stannis carefully chose his words.

"There's safety concerns in our real world these days, Stannis. You saw the prophet headline?" Headmaster Lannister asked. Daenerys had seen it, 'Dark Wizard Activity Detected In Britain'. If she'd ever seen a scaremongering headline it was this one. Daenerys was smart enough to know with the gathering of three schools and some of the most famous wizards, it was bound to attract attention from whatever had been forming in the east.

"Yes" Was all Stannis Baratheon said. Daenerys couldn't see them, btu she could almost feel their emotions. There was a bated breath before Stannis spoke again, this time his voice laced with sarcasm. "And you, Dear headmaster Lannister, saw the article where there are calls for Minister Tywin to resign?"

Daenerys had to hand it to him, he had a lot of nerve if he thought he was ever going to run against Minister Tywin again and win. He lost last time by a large margin (even if there was some hubbub over the legality of the votes) and no one had liked him. There had always been calls to get rid of whatever Minister was in power anyway, that's just how political journalism worked.

"If I had a Galleon for ever time I'd heard about or read an article saying there were calls for my father to be sacked I'd be richer than you are" Professor Lannister cackled. He could see through Stannis Baratheon as if he was as see through as the Fat Lady.

"You are richer than me" The gruff man retorted.

"Correct" Daenerys could hear the smirk in his voice. "Now, the task area was cordoned off at the beginning of the yeah, we need to make sure the enchantments are down by the time the students come to travelling down for the task..."

Their voices grew fainter but Daenerys couldn't breathe with excitement. When they'd completely become silent she carefully crept towards the Dungeons entrance and flung a Disillusion charm behind her for safety. When she reached the top of the exit it was right on the entrance hall. It was a bugger to not be seen by at least a ghost. That was when, speaking of ghostly figures she noticed something peculiar.

As she hid behind a pillar a white wolf was trotting down the grand staircase. It's fur was fluffy and clean, it's paws not even with a spec of mud on them. It's eyes were red as love potion and it's tail wagged happily behind it. A wolf, in Hogwarts? Daenerys did not want to get too close to it, wolves were supposedly dangerous creature and not very friendly towards humans. But keeping a distance, she watched as it nudged its way out of the front door.

She gave it a few seconds before she rushed towards the door, not looking back for teachers or ghosts. Thankfully she was not spotted by any; even though she was head girl, it was now way past midnight. When she was the other side of the door, the chilling night hit her bones. She saw, out of the corner of her eye a blur of white go out towards the lake as if it was thirsty. Keeping her distance once more she followed.

It was a long walk down to the lake, Daenerys about one hundred feet behind the wolf at all times. However the wolf did not go into the lake, it merely sat down for a moment and looked as if it was enjoying the view. Daenerys, don't be an idiot, she told herself. Wolves can't appreciate views! she waited in the shadows to see if it did anything else before realising it was going to stay there all night now.

Sighing, she turned back on herself slightly and headed towards the area of Hogwarts that had been forbidden to enter since the start of the year. It was a real surprise that she hadn't realised that the reason for it being zoned off was because it was a task area, but thanks to Professor Lannister, she could at least see if she could get a glimpse, despite the protective enchantments that will be there.

It was a good half an hour before she made it to the zoned off area, she was already tired and realised she'd have to walk back to the dungeons which was another forty minutes. There was nothing there... wait, there was. Daenerys could sense people. She lined the trees and looked intently as if she was going to see something and then, there it was.

A huge and rickety looking black house with a perfectly circular garden/maze surrounding it. The whole plot of land it was on must've been, maybe eight or ten acres? Definitely four maybe five quidditch pitches. She could see wizards doing stuff, whatever stuff she wasn't really sure. And as she looked down on the valley the house was in, she could see something sitting on top of the houses' flat roof.

Now, she understood. There would be some boggarts to face in this haunted house type thing. What other creatures was there going to be? Daenerys felt like she could face a boggart. She knew what her biggest fear was and seeing her brother while in this house thing, she'd know it wasn't real. It would be the one defense spell she would let control her. But if there was boggarts, then there could be redkaps, hinkypunks, banshee and dementors. And a bunch more!

At least it wasn't a werewolf or Dragon, those she'd feel she'd have a bit more difficulty winging it in. At least the First Task was supposed to produce a clue to the second and so on, for this one they just had to hope and prey they'd studied enough or everything. It was then, that in her eyeline, she saw the white blur again. The wolf, it had followed her and was sitting staring at the same thing she was staring at, not three feet from her. Had the wolf sensed she'd been following her all along?  She felt quite scared all of a sudden. This wolf could mangle her if she didn't approach this cautiously.

What a story that would be, head girl mangled by wolf three days before due to compete in Triwizard Tournament.

Daenerys had been so wrapped in this funny thought that she had not noticed the wolf was now sat right next to her, it's fur brushing her legs. It's tongue was hanging out of its mouth and his head was cocked to one side. Daenerys gingerly reached a hand out for the wolf to sniff. It licked her fingers. Daenerys found herself giggling at the sensation. Boy she had not expected this when she left the common room.

She bent down and stroked the wolf between it's ears, it howled happily in response before it licked Daenerys face. This wolf had come from inside the castle, and had moved down the stairs like a ghost, silent and not disturbing anyone. How? How had a wolf moved through the castle and not been spotted by anyone? And how had she on all her patrols with Jon this year never spotted it before? "Where did you come from, eh?"

Daenerys though she could read something in the wolf's eyes which made him understand what she said. But it just yapped again and smothered Daenerys in licks. Daenerys was full on laughing now and she almost did not want to go back to the castle.

Sounds about right, Daenerys, more friendly and trustworthy of the animals than humans.