#this isnt where you belong. fall into the abyss with me.

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

sorry im going crazy over reed's mirror dungeon chapters. banger after banger of lines from this guy's mouth. if you had so much as looked at the bug from the 17th i would have killed it. it's been a while. would you believe me if i said i came to see your face? would you like a seat? if you call my name so desperately, i'll want to hear more. why are you with him? if it was only pity, you would be with me, right? since you feel more sorry for me. it's enchanting, the way your eyes turn gold when you look at me. you're more divine than before. god is indeed fond of you. but i want you to fall - to where i am. get off each other so i can finish talking. i'd prefer if you refrain from such antics in my presence. i've decided - i'll save you. i can't let you live as god's puppet like i have. i hope you'll come to see me next time.

[queerphos]

guess who did the first part of chapter 28 today and started crying about bronya zyachick. me i did. oh my god there was so much to unpack there and i literally cannot do a chatacter analysis on bronya so far without the rest of chap 28 being released yet so i wanna write about the little snippets of seele mentions in this chapter by bronya because goddam.

spoilers for obvious reasons so if u dont wanan get spoiled scroll !

okay the part where bronya suggested to make copies of the seleune to break the HoB's shield surrounding the church that otto went in. everyone was worried u could tell, the rashness and riskyness of it all rlly did remind everyone (esp tesla and eins) about the 2nd welt and well. they trust bronya and are giving it their all although u can tell they are concerned for her.

flash forward a bit after bronya completes her powering up and gets energy from kiana, the twins, and seele. Cue the flashback of her talking with the 2nd welt about what it meant to be the HoR and what that meant as the protector of humanity. Skipping some of the amazing dialogue here, we get to the part where bronya is looking at the first HoR. the original welt and the 300,000 other voices in the core start to whisper and judge her to see if shes fit to hold the title of fhe next HoR.

She then understands what it truly means to be HoR, and then boom whiplash she compares that to.... Seele. She realises that welt joyce was just a normal boy and his 'ordinary-ness' was what made him so strong. And she relates this back to seele because shes seen this so many times in seele before and that is seeles greatest strenght, her unbeatable kindness, tenderness, compassion that she has is her greatest strength.

And then shes allowed to use the true power of reason and feels all the power of everyone including the other voices and her friends.

You can see her describe everyone's strength here differently and what i love is how she says that seeles power is easy to idenfity. Like saying she knows her so well who else would this power belong to? the references to the color blue (being both the sky and the sea) , her gentle and kind nature, all of that being apart of what makes her strong. this definetly isnt the first time bronya has said that this kindness is what makes seele so strong, she mentioned it before in the HoD arc where seele was doubting her strength and bronya reassured her that the strength of her kindess is what saved her (bronya) from the sea of quanta.

honeslty thats what i love sm about bronseele's relationship, u can tell they know each other so well, that they dont have to even say much. like bronya treasures her friends and family very deeply u can tell by the descriptions on the energy above but when it comes to seele idk if its just me but her way of describing seele has always been so... tender and soft. u can tell there is some form of smitten and softness when it comes to seele. Not to mention the constant comparison of Seele to the color blue (not only in this chapter im p sure) which in itself is a calming color.

Like their type of love is the type that happens bit by bit, they sort of get attached at first sight to each other during the stay at the orphanage and slowly things fall into piece and their 'oh' moment is between soft smiles and shared readings of the same storybook that Seele adores so much. This sounds very rambly but man i love how their relationship is written esp how both of them are written seperately. (i will argue to the moon and back about seeles writing)

Anyways this isnt even including how Seele saved bronya from a near death with the power of the abyss flower (with help from dark seele ofc) but thats a whole other topic man.

[griffintail]

I write this from an ask i saw earlier. Sorry if its bad, im not that great at writing-

Today was a day almost like any other. You were on the paths that once belonged to L'manburg, your dad looking around at all the stone grey vines around. He had been acting strange since the egg had been destroyed. Talking to people he didnt like, and apologising for things that he shouldnt. He wasnt the dad you once knew him as.

Y/n pov:

As i sit on the warm wodden paths i look over the gaping abyss that was once known as L'manburg. Dad is standing to my left also examining the strange sight. His red clothing flutters in the slight spring breeze. The red confused me. He never wore red, he's only ever worn white. He backs away from the edge and into the middle of the path looking around.

I quickly get up, now worried. I walk over to him and look up at the tall man i knew as my father with a worried expression, griping the end of his jacket.

"Dad? Is.. is everything okay?" I ask him.

He looks down at me. This is an expression i've never seen before.

"Dad?" He asks me, quickly pausing. "I.. i dont have a kid."

My eyes widen. What does he mean? Have i done somthing wrong?

"D-dad what do you mean?" I ask

He dosnt reply, instead taking me by the hand and leadind me twards the prison. What did i do wrong? Or mabey this is a joke?

Bad's Pov:

I guide the strange child to the prison. I know that Sam is there, mabey he knows their real dad. It cirtenly isnt me, i've never even thought of having kids. We walk along the oak paths and then through the grass to the prison entrance. I guide them inside with me and walk up to the front desk.

"Sam?" I ask the male before me. He looks up.

"What do you want, Bad?" He asks in an almlst monotone vyoice

"I found a kid, i dont know where their parents are" i explain to him. The creeper hybrid looks up at me with a confused expression.

"Bad, that's your kid." He says to me.

"Huh?" I exclaim "no- they cant be my kid, i dont have any"

"Bad, do you not remember them?" Sam asks me. I dont know what he's talking about

"Sam, i've never seen the kid before!" I woriedly exclaim.

"I thought this might happen" Sam mumbles to himself. "Bad, they're your kid. When the egg was controlling you,  you found them and raised them"

I gasp. What? What am i going to do with a kid?!

Y/n Pov:

So he had actualy forgetten me... tears start to well up in my eyes, but i blink them back.

"Dad?" I call as i walk over to him, he looks down on me with a worried expression,

"Give him some time, y/n" says sam with a sympathetic tone.

Dad turns and leaves the building, leaving me at the desk. I get up to run after him, but stop. I fall to my knees, tears thretening to spill from my watery eyes. How could he forget me? Let alone leave me here. I grab my h/l,  h/c hair and start twisting it between my fingers. I can hear sam walking up to me, but i stand up and walk out. I dont feel like talking.

Does da- Bad even want me anymore?

I contimplate what to do next as i walk around the wooden paths. The calming nature of them now a bitter sadness plauged with memories of me and my father and me.

I come to a conclution. I have nowhere to go, so i'll have to make a place for myself.

Narrator:

So with little clothes on your back and no supplies you head off. Walking away fron what you once knew as a place filled with happy memories. A place you once called home. Leaving twards a future that you had no idea held for you.

-Squeak

Sjoqsnbwjqk AWWWWW! 

[stardancerluv]

Is Immortality the Ultimate Gift?

Part One

Summary: You reminisce over how your mortality brought to where you are now.

Arthur’s night: 🎃👻😈 Happy Halloween! 🎃👻😈 This mini series, is an AU of Ewan McGregor’s character in the Tales of the Cyrpt, episode Cold War. It was the first thing, I ever saw Ewan in. And I’ve been a fan ever since.

The last thing you remembered as a mortal was being in the arms of the man you loved, Thomas Ford.

Your new existence began with the worst pain, you had never experienced. A dark, velvety abyss was your only relief, you welcomed it.

Some time later, you found yourself, tied to a bed. Wiggling your arms and legs, did nothing, the ropes didn’t give. If you were there, where was Thomas.

When you simply could not fight against the ropes any longer, you gave up and laid there. Fear knotted hard in the pit of your stomach. Looking, around there were only a few candles burning. You could not see much past the bed you found yourself in. Again, you tried again to pull at the ropes that held you in place.

“Don’t struggle little lambkin. Isn’t that what he called you? I can call you that too. You’re not going anywhere.”

You stopped and desperately twisted your head around searching for the voice. “Where am I? Why I am I here?”

“You’re here because I love you.”

“Thomas, where’s Thomas?” Desperation began to replace the fear.

A silhouette moved in the doorway. All you could make out was a hat and a cloak.

A dark laugh came from it. “His life gave you life.”

*******

That was several lifetimes ago. You took a sip from your drink. That night was when you became immortal.

Your maker kept you and cared for you as a child would for their favorite doll. He dressed you in only the best. He brought you around the world, as you came to find out was quite large.

He showed you how you could feed as an immortal. None of which were civilized but at least some ways made you feel less like a creature of the night and shadows. He taught you all he knew. Languages, twisted and pulled at your tongue. Your legs strengthen with the art of dancing.

With the lessons he gave you, you were able to finally have a true companion, it was an ebony wolf. He had eyes, that a clear day where the sun was high in the sky. Much, to the disgust of your maker for you named the wolf Thomas. He felt you should have by given up all ties to your past.

Your never let your maker into your heart. You had given it to Thomas. And since, it had been his life that led to your immortality, he would always be with you.

Never, did your maker know how many times, you had considered walking into the sun. Despite the years, and since it had been Thomas’s blood that pumped in you and gave you breath. You always felt that by existing, he did too.

As you took another sip of your drink, you eyed the couple that kept on looking over at you. You were pretty sure they were hunters. They would fall like the hunters before them and the ones that would come after them.

It had been, a little over a hundred years since you had been in London. The changes were amusing but seeing that this bar had not changed was even more amusing. The first time, you had gone to London as Thomas’s wife.

The last time, you were in London, you were excited at the idea of disembarking on the ship of dreams.

You had always been keen on new things, your maker always fed that desire. So when the opportunity came to travel on the most glamorous ship of the time, he reserved passage for the two of you on the RMS Titanic.

It would also be good to see America again. It had been awhile since, you and him had been there. Last time, you were two there a civil war, had threaten to tear the country apart. You eager to see how it mended.

When that ship struck ice, the possibly of dying was within reach. For a moment, you honestly feared death. The sun was a certainty but the ocean became a new way of dying you discovered. It was the ocean, that took your maker’s existence.

After a few years, in America you finally landed on your feet. Through, the vine of communication with other immortals, you finally acquired your maker’s immense wealth and belongings. His wealth made life comfortable once again.

His kiss of immortality only lasted in you. Any of the other children he sired with the gift were dead. Some had been killed by hunters and the others ended their own immortality.

You glanced over at the hunters. Swirling, the ice in your glass, you were growing tired of them eyeing you. You knew, they’d never make a play for you out here in the bar. So you leisurely, stirred the ice around more.

In the alleyway, a dazed young man who was seeing stars was slumped over. He had tasted very good. He brought a soft hue to your cheeks and you were a flutter with renewed life. Having enjoyed him, your senses were sharp.

Taking, a sip from your drink, your mind drifted again. You debated how long you should stay in London. As you watched the ice swirl, memories continued to came for a visit.

“I want the biggest cocktail you make.” A screeching voice, sliced away at the otherwise quiet bar. It ripped you away from the memories. You found it rude. You had smelled her before she walked in.

It had been ages, since you smelled one. A damn ghoul, your stomach knotted in disgust. She probably smelled the body you left in the alleyway.

Well, eat up little vulture or your meal may just walk away, you thought smirking. You had not killed him. Finishing your drink, you had grown tired of waiting. You went to the ladies room, hoping to drag them out.

Easily, you conjured your reflection. It took alot of energy but it was nice to see from time to time. The paintings your maker had commissioned in your honor were just not as pleasing as looking into pieces of glass.

The woman, of the couple came into the bathroom not long after you. They were eager. Her face dropped when she saw your reflection. It was a dead give away.

You grabbed her before your reflection had a chance to move. “You hunted the wrong one.” You growled and snapped her neck. Placing her in a stall, you smirked at your reflection and with a sigh you stopped it.

Walking back out into the bar, you resisted the urge to make a face, the smell in the bar had grown worse. One screechy ghoul was bad enough but did she have a companion.

You went over to the other hunter, who had remained at the pool table. He froze and began to tremble, his fear amused you. Despite being, drained from projecting your reflection your strength was far stronger then any mortal could ever have.

“Will you leave me be?” Noticing, his incredibly young age, you decided to give him a second chance. He was barely able to grow whiskers on that face. “Or will I have to despatch you like I did her ?” I leaned against the pool table.

He put his cue stick down. “You really killed her?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “That’s what I mean by dispatch.”

“Please don’t hurt me.” He continued to tremble.

You took a step closer o him. “You come to kill me and now you are begging for your life?”

As you watched the color drained from his face. “Leave or I will kill you.”

“Thank you.” He practically ran away.

Victory over the hunters was very delicious. It almost made you forget that there were now two ghouls in the bar.

“He may have been afraid of your pool skills, but I am up for the challenge, little lambkin.”

Everything, in you froze. Had the hunters, slipped something in your drink. Was the bartender in on it. There was no way, the voice was real.

Turning, you saw the face you never thought you’d see ever again. “Thomas?”

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