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[eorzeashan]

Eight + Light Armor Pt. 2

[fishywaters]

I like block tales a normal amount

BIG TALK, BIGSHOT!! ‼️‼️‼️‼️

hi gang… does anyone like block tales….

[paigesluver]

are you accepting request?

if so can you do vinne fluff with a youtuber!reader like filming a day in my life or morning routine?

Thank you!!

hi! this is so very late but i finally decided to upload it. its short but i hope you enjoy it!

day in the life

vinnie hacker x youtuber!reader

“hi besties and welcome back to the channel! today we’re going to be doing a day in my life” y/n spoke towards her camera. 

“i’m literally still in bed so let’s start by getting ready” she said as she moved the covers off her and got up. She walked into the bathroom and set the tripod on the counter. after slipping on her hello kitty headband, she grabbed her toothbrush. 

“do you guys wet the toothbrush and then put the toothpaste on it and wet it again or do you guys put the toothpaste and just brush?” she asked before brushing her teeth and washing her face. she quickly dried it and walked back into her room. 

she made her bed before walking to her closet and grabbing a pair of jeans, a hoodie, and her dunks. she shook out her curls and put on aquaphor. as she was showing her outfit in the mirror, vinnie walked in wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“mhm who are you looking good for and where are you off to?” he said, placing his head on her shoulder. 

“me, myself, and i and we are running errands today” she said emphasizing the we, smiling as she placed the camera on the counter. 

“oh are we now?” he smirked looking down at her. 

“yes we’re going to all our favorite stores and maybe i’ll even throw in a surprise for you” she said, wrapping her around his neck. 

“mmkay may i have a kiss first?” he asked, puckering his lips. 

she giggled leaning up, as their lips were about to connect vinnie covered the camera lens with his hand, kissing her. 

“you’re such a dork” she said, turning off the camera and grabbing his hand walking out towards the kitchen. 

“yeah yeah they don’t need to see all that plus would a dork get you breakfast burritos from your favorite place?” he said smiling as he grabbed her by her waist, setting her on top of the counter. 

she grabbed her food and began eating it as she went over their schedule. 

“Breakfast is done, so we just have to get a few groceries and definitely go to target. Also I want to pick up this new butterfly bag at Coach.���

Vinnie leaned against the counter facing Y/N as he also began eating, listening to their planned day. 

“Okay that sounds doable and like fun” 

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

[vind3miat0r]

project meridian loop theory

oohhh boy, we're back with me putting on a tinfoil hat and yapping about theories again

this is, of course, about the newest Project Meridian audio, so spoilers for that!!

(putting everything under the cut because theres a LOT)

JESUS CHRIST. okay. thats a lot. lots to unpack here mhm yep.

okay guys hear me out: Asset is stuck in a time or a simulation loop

bear with me im about to get REALLY nerdy with this BUT

Star Trek: The Next Generation, Season 5 Episode 18 — "Cause and Effect" is a time loop episode. the entire crew gets caught in a time loop for about 27 days (but they obviously dont realize this until theyre out of the loop) the loop always begins with Captain Picard's personal log, and always ends with the accidental destruction of the Enterprise brought on by their warp core exploding due to being damaged while attempting to get away from an incoming ship that lost control of its direction

throughout the episode, each time the loop resets, the crew experiences intense deja vu, brought on by the fact that theyre reliving the same day over and over. theyre able to predict small events that happen (what cards come next in a poker game, Beverly predicting Geordi coming into Sick Bay, etc)

AND in one iteration of the loop, the crew figures out that theyre IN a time loop, and devise a method to avoid getting hit by the previously mentioned ship, which would set off the chain reaction of the warp core exploding

they do this method by using big brain science time knowledge that im too tired to understand, but basically the motif of the number 3 starts showing up in the next loop reset, and when the Enterprise is once again faced with only two choices to get away from the incoming ship, Data realizes that the reoccurring 3s are connected to Commander Riker (who has three pips to signify his rank)

(for context, in every loop where the Enterprise gets destroyed, the Captain followed Data's plan of using the tractor beam to steer the incoming ship away from the Enterprise. Riker's plan was to depressurize the cargo bays) Data follows through with Riker's plan, and this time the Enterprise doesnt explode (yippee!!)

you might be thinking, "Vinn, you just explained the entire episode to us. what does that have to do with project meridian??"

well, using instances from "Cause and Effect," we can compare them to some instances that just happened in "Something's Wrong"

— the second phone call could be an outside attempt to break Asset from the time/simulation loop

— Asset knowing who the Solitaires are despite not having access to information on them could be from another loop where James told them who the Solitaires are, and Asset remembering

— the phone at the end could signify the end/restart of the loop

— Asset's uneasiness about the Meridian in the beginning of the audio and their want to "seek approval" before entering it ( could be brought on by them somewhat remembering whats happened in previous loops)

— the first phone call (the one James picks up), theres some spooky ooky ambience in the background (could be that the phone is a conduit to the "real" timeline/world and only Asset is able to pick up on that??)

— when Asset and James leave the first room and enter a new area, someone on the PA makes an announcement for the Deltas. this announcement glitches, but James doesnt seem to notice, as he continues talking (i cant quite make it out, but it almost sounds like someone else is saying something?) (again, it could be interference from outside of the loop attempting to reach Asset)

— when stepping out of the elevator, someone brings James "the latest simulation report." again, outside interference/echoes from a previous loop perhaps trying to signal to Asset that theyre stuck in a simulation

— phone at the end also as someone saying "pick up" or "wake up," didnt realize until someone pointed it out. its very faint, but its there (again, could be someone attempting to break Asset out of the loop)

one thing that i find interesting (thats not related to the loop theory) is that James says the force in the Meridian "diverts demons away" and "breaks human minds" when usually demons are allowed through the Meridian and humans just. die. then again, we have no idea when PM takes place, so it could be normal if this is like,,, a good number of years in the future

uhh hashtag yeah. im perfectly sane guys :3

[savi0rr]

Hii!! Can u please do a stone x reader where vinne and reader have an idea how to get money an like an hour later the church is on fire and reader is a wedding dress with a money bag (or something similar u don’t have too ) anyway bye!!

Full Of Fire

Stone x Reader

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“What are you two talking about?” Stone asked, a cigarette in his mouth as he and Skipp walked over to Vinnie and you. “Planning!” You smiled, writing down a few things. “Oh! And a lighter.” Vinnie said, before turning to Skipp and Stone. “A new way of getting some money.” She smiled. Stone raised an eyebrow. “What’s the plan?” Skipp asked, peeking over your shoulder. You covered the paper. “It’s a surprise!” You said, poking his cheek. “I love surprises!” “This is gonna end badly.” Stone muttered as he rolled his eyes. “I think you’ll like the outcome.” Vinnie smirked.

“How long is gonna take?” Skipp asked, watching you and Vinnie walking into the back of the local church that sat in the middle of Ramshackle. “Probably a few minutes knowing them. They’re are gonna fuck it up.” Stone sighed.

“It’s been an hour!” Skipp groaned as he slumped over the curb. “I know…maybe they died.” Stone chuckled as he took a swing from his bottle of alcohol.

Smoke began to leak from the church’s roof, before the doors open. Vinnie walked out, her body covered in ashes. She was holding a bag of money. While you were wearing a wedding dress, also with ashes all over you. Skipp and Stone stared at you two, confused. “What the fuck.” Stone muttered as he stood up, along with Skipp, who gasped. “Oh my god!”

You and Vinnie walked over to Skipp and Stone, slowly and in shock. But soon your moods changed suddenly. “We got the money!” You both cheered, smiling brightly. The church on fire in the background. “What happened?” Stone asked, walking over to you and checking your body. “Are you okay?” He asked, frowning as he held up your arms and face. “I’m fine.” You smiled, titling your head to side. “A wedding dress?” He asked, looking you up and down. Before brushing off the ashe on your face. “I got married!” You said sheepishly. “Mhm! While this one was getting married, I stole all of their money.” Vinnie smirked.

“Wanna get married?” Stone whispered into your ear. “You would kill me.” You grumbled. “True.”

[serenxanthe]

Copero: A SWTOR Snippet

Following on from my Umbara snippet, a slightly longer one set on Copero, this time from Theron's point of view, focussing on how he's feeling months into being this deep undercover and away from everyone he cares about.

Theron leant against the cool interior wall of the townhouse as he looked out over the sun-baked streets and plazas of the seat of House Inrokini on Copero.

It was a beautiful tropical paradise, he had been staying here for months in luxury accommodations as the personal guest of Syndic Zenta and her brother Valss; and he couldn’t truly enjoy a moment of it. Theron squinted into the sunshine, feeling a bead of sweat drip down his face. Now, in the middle of the day, even the sandstone walls of the townhouse couldn’t completely mitigate the climate here.

Despite the heat, he felt cold inside, numb, frozen. The pressure of having to keep his mind shielded constantly to prevent Seren finding him through their Force bond, as well as having to keep up the pretence of his commitment to the Order of Zildrog, his hatred of the Alliance, was very much taking its toll. He’d never been undercover for this long before. Never without any backup or a support team behind him. And never without a break, private time with his own thoughts, not even at night. Valss. 

The Order was perpetually suspicious of him, of his loyalty, his motives. Rightly so of course, but Theron was exhausted. After one more argument with Vinn Atrius that had nearly turned into violence after the Gemini had spent all day dripping poison in Atrius’ ear about him, Theron had made a decision. He needed more depth to his undercover persona, a more personal show of commitment that he was no longer a member of the Alliance, no longer the Commander’s devoted boyfriend.

Copero had given him the perfect opportunity. He’d flirted subtly with both Syndic Zenta and her brother; staying just the right side of respectful while judging their interest. Both had seemed like they might be receptive, but Valss had been more open, more immediately willing to share his affections with Theron. So now he had a lover. He was in a relationship with a fellow member of the Order of Zildrog, and it had helped. It really had. But now Theron had to play a part all the time, he never got a break.

Theron pressed his sweaty forehead against the cool wall and scrunched his eyes shut. He’d had enough; he wanted to go home. To Odessen, to the Alliance, his friends, Seren. Seren. Theron drew in a shuddering breath and forced his eyes open, forced himself to stop thinking about her, stop missing her. She was why he was here, why he was doing this, but he couldn’t afford to start thinking about her, or he wouldn’t be able to continue.

To distract himself, Theron looked down into the colourful bustling city from his high vantage point in the luxury townhouse. The streets were busy, lively, but relatively quiet and peaceful compared to the Republic cities he was used to. The Chiss as a people were more discreet and circumspect than many species, and the ever present House Inrokini security forces also had a dampening effect. Idly, Theron observed their patrol patterns; simple, predictable, ineffective, he thought uncharitably. Not for the first time. 

Without warning, there was the sudden, familiar, sound of lightsabres igniting and cutting through the air. Theron’s head whipped round, expecting to see a body or bodies hitting the dusty city street, but there was nothing but a smoking pile of what were once appropriated Chiss Ascendancy supplies, and no sign of the assailants. A lone Chiss guard staggered nearby, his weapon dropped, his head in his hands as he struggled to stay vaguely conscious and upright. 

Theron’s skin prickled. The MO was… but it couldn’t be, could it? If it was them, if it was her, the Alliance was wildly ahead of schedule. He’d have to accelerate his own plans to find and destroy the map; the Chiss’ contingency against an inevitable betrayal by the Sith Empire. He knew he should get going, fetch Valss and head to the frozen ancient temple where, as Zenta had finally admitted to Theron, in no small part because of the urging of her besotted brother, the map was kept.

Instead of moving, he kept scanning the city streets, using both his eyes and his implants, wanting, longing, to see Seren. Just for a moment, just a glimpse. That was all he needed. Just to see her, to know that she was alright. More zips as lightsabre blades sliced through the piles of supplies, more Inrokini officers left staggering and semi conscious, but alive. Theron followed her progress avidly, and was finally rewarded with a flash of bright green, a glimpse of long brown braids whipping around as their owner sliced into yet another pile of supplies, leaving them smoking.

Not giving himself time to think it through, Theron reached into his pocket for his climbing gloves, pulling them on and flexing his hands to check that the tiny needles that would allow him to almost stick to any wall were working properly. He stepped out of the window and swung sideways, slapping his hand onto the wall to engage the needle mechanism, and worked his way towards the last place he’d seen Seren. 

Eventually, after following them through several streets and squares, Theron was rewarded with a proper look at her. As he crouched on a low balcony, hidden in the shade of a large potted palm tree, Theron watched as Seren and Lana shimmered into view almost directly beneath him as Seren relaxed her concentration on her shadowform to rest, hydrate, and meditate.

Lana was in her usual austere dark grey armoured robes, her only concession to the heat the fact that her bright blonde hair was up in an uncharacteristically jaunty short ponytail to keep it away from her face and neck. Seren, in contrast, was dressed for the weather in a light sleeveless robe with a deep v-neck and high side slits. Soft leather knee-high boots and a matching leather belt for her lightsabres were the only other things she was wearing.

Theron felt his stomach jink with nerves at her lack of armour; if she really was planning to chase him through Copero, he knew what she’d be up against, what the Order had left for her to face. He realised almost with surprise that some of the fluttering in his stomach was also attraction. He hadn’t exactly forgotten how beautiful he found her, how sexy, in the months since he’d last seen her; but he’d mostly been focussed on how much he loved her and missed her, which wasn’t quite the same thing.

I love you! Theron told her vehemently, keeping it silently inside his own head only through sheer willpower.

As he watched unseen from above, Theron clenched his hands into fists, trying to control his breathing. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. The urge to speak to her, call her name, just drop down from the balcony and fall into step with her and Lana, join them for the mission, like he always did… it was overwhelming. 

That’s not how that would go, Theron reminded himself. Even if Seren really did forgive him, still love him, like she’d said on Umbara and later on in her holo message, Lana certainly didn’t. She’d have her lightsabre at his throat the moment she saw him, and that’s if he was lucky. If it weren’t for Seren he wouldn’t be surprised to find it thrust through his gut instead, no questions asked. 

Seren and Lana were still meditating, preparing themselves for the mission ahead, but Theron knew that they wouldn’t be for much longer.

He was continuing to battle his impulse to jump down and speak to them, throw himself on Seren’s mercy to stave off Lana’s rage. I don’t even need to do that, he realised. All he would have to do would be to relax the shields in his mind. A moment would be enough, and Seren would instantly sense him through their Force bond. She’d look up, then a simple, for her at least, Force leap later, she’d be up on the balcony with him. He could explain, she would forgive him, she’d be in his arms again, they’d be together; and this whole horrible months’ long nightmare would finally be over.

Could he? Had he done enough now to let Seren and Lana in on the plan? He’d slowed down the Order, he knew their plans, the Alliance had almost caught up, way ahead of schedule. Surely he could get to the map with Seren and Lana more quickly than Valss could get there alone? 

He wouldn't be alone though, would he? Theron admitted reluctantly to himself. He was Chiss, the Syndic’s brother; he’d have all the resources of House Inrokini behind him. There’d be an army between the Alliance and the map, and if they didn’t get there first, if Valss got there before them and gave the map to the Order of Zildrog as planned… then all of this would have been for nothing. The betrayal, the pain, the sacrifices; all of it. He had to play it safe. Make sure he got the map at all costs, and the surest, the safest, way to do that was with Valss at his side not Seren and Lana.

His heart aching, Theron watched as Seren and Lana rose from their meditation and Seren shrouded them in a shadowform once more. As Seren wavered out of view Theron gritted his teeth to stifle the tears that came to his eyes. What if this was the last time he’d ever see her face? He turned away, deliberately avoiding trying to follow their invisible progress through the streets any further. He snapped his climbing gloves back into place and prepared to head back to the townhouse, to Valss, and to put the next stage of his plan into play.

Hours later, Theron stood on the sacred mountaintop, full of relief. He had the map to  Zildrog’s location. With Valss’ help he’d been able to bypass the many guardians and traps set up for the unwary. Seren and Lana were hardly that, but if he’d followed his own desires and thrown himself on their mercy and tried to lead them here instead it would have taken a lot longer; Valss would almost certainly have beaten them to their goal.

When he’d finished uploading the map to his data stick, Theron set carefully placed explosives around the site. The charges were calculated minutely so that it would appear as if the map was utterly destroyed, as per Vinn Atrius’ instructions, but in actual fact the pieces would be large and legible enough to allow Alliance personnel to reconstruct it.

As they headed back to the shuttle through the biting wind and whipping snow flurries, Theron heard the sudden roar of the huge Temple Guardian challenging a trespasser. Could that be Seren and Lana already? Using his scanner, he zoomed in on the Guardian’s location below, only to see Seren stroking the huge feline as it happily crunched on the gift of a sacred apple. They’d obviously had help. Chiss help. Theron pocketed his scanner and slapped Valss on the shoulder, yelling at him to hurry over the howling mountaintop wind.

The shuttle was less than a kilometre away and he and Valss were moving mostly downhill, while Seren and Lana were having to climb the barely tamed mountainside, yet it seemed they were gaining on him impossibly quickly. Now he’d made the decision to continue with his plan through to the bitter end, he found he didn’t want to see Seren, speak to her, have the confrontation. That could wait. He pushed himself on through the snow, breath steaming in the frigid air.

The shuttle was in sight, and Theron practically ran the last few metres, then held out his hand and pulled Valss into it after him, letting out a hard breath of relief as they both made it safely inside. To his frustration, the Order pilot was still readying it for takeoff, the side door still open, the thrusters idling. “Get MOVING!” he yelled at the man. The panic he was feeling was as real as if Seren and Lana really were hated enemies, why?

I don’t want Seren to see me like this, Theron realised uncomfortably. With these Order zealots, dressed like this, behaving like this. With Valss. And he never wanted to act with coldness and contempt towards her ever again. Umbara… Hearing Seren tell him she loved him despite the fact that he’d just told her he was going to kill her had been agonising. He knew he hadn’t been able to control his expression, look uncaring, he didn’t know what he’d do if he had to do it again.

“Theron! Stop!” 

It was Seren. Of course. She was almost directly below him as the shuttle rose agonisingly slowly yet also too quickly, taking him further away from her.

“Come back, Theron! Come home! Please?”

She was shouting now over the sound of the shuttle’s thrusters and as the distance between them increased, but her voice was still heartrendingly sad yet hopeful.

Next to him, Valss snorted disparagingly at the ridiculousness of her request, but then looked at Theron’s face, at his obvious anguish, the body language that revealed that he was considering it, and something in his own face changed. Theron turned away into the shuttle, both so that he wouldn’t have to see Seren’s hopeful face looking up at him, and to hide his own face from Valss.

There was a sinister crackle and a panel of temperature controls near Theron’s head was suddenly sparking and fizzing, shorted out by the Force lightning Lana had thrown into the shuttle. He looked back down and saw Seren and Lana apparently arguing, Seren holding Lana’s arm. 

Theron didn’t notice Valss standing at the shuttle side-door, preparing to jump, until he shouted at him, “Go! I’ll hold them off!”

Theron grabbed for him, but he was too slow, Valss had jumped, using the Force to cushion his fall. “NO! You’ll never win!” Theron yelled. But he knew it was too late.

Watching Valss land in a flurry of snow, Theron belatedly looked at Seren again, and his heart froze, a shudder of horror running down his spine; she knew. She must have heard the distress in his voice as Valss jumped, seen it on his face, maybe even sensed it through the Force. The look of heartbroken anguish and betrayal on her face was unbearable. She’d never truly believed in his betrayal on Umbara he realised now, but she believed in this one. 

Shaking, his own face white with shock, Theron slid the shuttle door shut, unwilling to look at her face any longer, and even more unwilling to watch his beloved and his best friend in an uneven fight to the death with a man he genuinely liked, even cared about. And it was all his fault. What had he done?

[uwmspeccoll]

Typography Tuesday

BLACKLETTER

Blackletter, also called Gothic, was the first typographic form to be founded in metal type by Johannes Gutenberg in the mid-fifteenth century. The first book printed in English was in blackletter, as was the first book printed in England (both by William Caxton; the first printed in Bruges in 1473, which was also the very first book printed in Bruges, and the latter in Westminster in 1476). It is called blackletter because its narrow, condensed forms produce a darker appearance on the page than do Roman fonts. By the late 16th century, most Western national printers had dropped blackletter in favor of the arguably more readable Roman-style fonts, except for some Scandinavian countries which held onto blackletter forms until the late 18th century, and Germany being the last holdout until 1941.

Blackletter fonts are still used today, however, as display faces, for ceremonial use, and for certain kinds of emphases. That’s certainly how Theodore Low De Vinne (1828-1914) would have used it at his De Vinne Press in New York. These examples come from Types of the De Vinne Press, published in New York by the De Vinne Press in 1907. Theodore De Vinne founded his press in 1883. He was also a co-founder of the prestigious Grolier Club and one of the leading commercial printers of his day, whose enterprise had a profound influence on American printing and typography. This book was intended as a promotional specimen book “for the use of compositors, proofreaders, and publishers,” to demonstrate the wide variety of typographic possibilities that could be available to their clients.

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[tenderlads]

Order and Voices - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: List of things

“Guys calm down, one at a time!”

All the pets around were jumping and pawing at her legs desperately trying to be the first to get her attention “oh oh, Blythe!” Vinne shouted, raising one hand up while the other pets followed suit. “Okay, okay settle down!” Blythe said, raising her voice a little, catching herself in a giggle spree.

After some time, she finally got the pets to stop and gather around her creating a nearly perfect circle.

“Blythe oh dear what’s that in your hand?”

Zoe said gesturing her paw towards her human friend. Blythe glanced at her own hand and smiled “oh nothing special.. just an all-paid vacation to the coolest places in the world!” She announced, opening the paper a bit more for her to see it, a huge smile forming on her face. “And you're all coming!” Blythe said, flipping the paper around for the others to see, showing them the tickets.

All the pets cheered excitement filling them with glee, regardless Blythe continued “we’ll get to go to the biggest camping place there is!’ then after that the beach then we will end it at the brand-new pet boutique being built!” Blythe said, trying to hold back her excitement as well.

“What else what else!!” Minka shouted, clearly getting riled up from the suspense. "You all get to model the new fashion pet line!” Blythe said, nearly squealing herself.

“Wait, so you're telling me we get to model for headliners new pet fashion, HOW!?” Zoe nearly screamed, throwing her paws up the air, “well turns out miss headliners were close friends with Mrs. T when they were just teenagers. And just recently they were able to reconnect. and Mrs. T told her about my fashion line, she loved it!” Blythe said rambling “and she loved you pets as well and wanted you to model her next line for the grand opening for the boutique!” She squealed, not containing her excitement anymore, same as the animals' cause as soon as she said it all the pets jumped her causing her to fall back. They all laughed and licked at Blythe’s face.

After a while she finally got the pets to relax, now being able to finish her statement “we still have plenty of time before this whole vacation starts." she stated "We have ten weeks before we go on vacation, I already got your owner's permission to go… except Russell’s.” she mumbled putting one of her hands to her chin. "Where is that hedgehog anyway?” Pepper said, striking up a good question,

“Am here...”

like on cue Russell replied before anyone could ask, his voice slurred a little from the sleepiness. He was walking rather slower than usual. He looked rather tired and sleep-deprived, as he had bags under his half-lidded bloodshot eyes.

“What did I miss...?” He yawned, putting a paw to his mouth. Everyone stared at him giving a certain look on their faces.

“Hate to break it to you Russ but you missed a lot.” Vinne said honestly walking past Russell,

“Yeah, Russell you missed a lot!” Minka jumped in begging to go on her talking spree.

And at that moment Russell stopped listening, Minka was known to ramble on for way too long when it came for a 'simple' explanation; he honestly wasn’t in the mood to deal with that right now so instead he decided to go to the source,

Blythe.

“Yeah, so.. that’s mostly everything”

Blythe said looking down at the hedgehog in her lap, Russell had decided to read the message by himself. Trying to make sure Blythe didn’t overlook anything important.

 “Mostly everything?” Russell asked, glancing up at Blythe, one eyebrow raised. Obviously wanting all the information known to him. “Well Russell before you can go with us.. we need to get permission from your owner..” Blythe said, her voice straining a little at the end.

Getting his owner's permission...? That should be easy. But if it was so easy it would have been done already,

right...?

 A sharp stinging sensation began to fill through his body.

The main source of it coming from his back rear, it was..

irritating his skin…

he needed relief,

he had to scratch..

scratch it.

Russell began to scratch, and scratch at the subjective spot till the sensation he felt earlier began to fade. Coming to a complete stop once he realized Blythe was staring at him. A concerned look on her face.

“Heh, heh.. just a bit itchy” He dry laughed flashed her a big embarrassed, smile.

Later that even…

The day went on pretty normal after Blythe left.

The pets went back to just doing the usual, Sunil trying new magic tricks, Vinne practicing his dance moves while pepper sorted through her jokester stuff, penny ling playing with Minka and Zoe walking in this direction—

“Russell, how long are you planning to stand there?”

“HUH...!?” Russell flinched abruptly, snapping out of his thoughts

 “Haven’t you been listening this whole time.?” Zoe said, flipping her bangs out of her face.

He shrugged, giving an apologetic look “well, since you weren’t paying attention l’ll reiterate what I said earlier”

We were talking earlier...? Russell thought, the dots not connecting together.

He couldn’t remember anything past talking to Blythe to be honest other than that he was drawing a blank. —a loud cough (that sounded rather intentional) interrupted him again, quickly looking back at Zoe, her was nose scrunched.

 He could tell she was getting irritated with him.

 “Now as I was saying, we WERE wondering if you were ready to go on this exquisite vacation Russell,” Zoe said Briskly as she went. “All the others are going to show off their finest qualities while there,” Zoe said, puffing her chest out sitting on her hind legs.

 “Zoe, I hope you're aware that we’re not even close yet..” Russell said, beginning to walk past her, heading to his clipboard and other assortment of things.

 “You do know it’s like ten weeks away...?” The hedgehog commented, giving her a quick glance.

 Zoe scoffed.

“I know! but some others just can’t wait!” She dramatically said, catching up to him.

 “Uh, yeah.. and when you mean “others” you mean you..” Russell reiterated not taking his eyes from the clipboard in his paws. “Yes well.. how could you blame me!” She barked back dramatically “every single famous pet model and fashion designer will be there! and will be the center of attention!” Zoe gasped “Can you just imagine it, Russell! Will be modeling headliners' new fashion for the grand opening of the new pet boutique! every single pet and human will be cheering and screaming are names, ah! I can just hear it now” Zoe said, her paws nearly hugging herself, clearly daydreaming.

Russell could swear he saw stars glowing in her eyes. Shaking his head a little, trying to hide this smirk on his mouth “yeah Zoe I can imagine all right..” he joked playing along with her while walking over to the wide window area. Jumping up there Russell pulled a pencil from behind his ear and cleared his throat, preparing to make an announcement to the others.

“Alright pets!” He said making his presence known to the others, they gathered around him. “As you may know we usually do a headcount when we all enter the daycare in the morning.., unfortunately things got a bit mixed up..”

“If you mean you sleeping all day is a mix up, then that’s sure one big mix up Russell''

 Vinne joked, shrugging his shoulders. The other pets chuckled a little trying their hardest not to show it. “Ha ha, very funny Vinne" the hedgehog said sarcastically rolling his eyes. "Anyways.. as I was saying, there’s a list of things I want to over with you all” Russell said glancing down at his clipboard tapping the pencil, he could hear some of the pets' groan, (mostly Vinne) at his statement.

“As you all may know Blythe is taking us on a fashion tour”

“ uh.. didn’t Blythe call it a vacation Russell.?” Sunil asked, quickly raising his paw up.

“Well technically it’s a vacation..— but more of a fashion tour,” Russell added “Will be doing a lot more than just camping and going to the beach, they want us to model different outfits catered to each different activities you would do on a summer vacation” Russell informed them.

“Welp that sense to me!” Minka piped in leaning close to pepper as she whispered “I actually have no idea.. he lost me past the vacation bit..” she admitted, pepper nodded.

“Now I am pretty sure Blythe already got permission from all your owners..?” Russell asked, writing something down on his checklist.

“Yup!” pepper replied,

“Duh!” “obviously! “ Vinne and Sunil both said at the same time,

“Totally!” Minka nearly screamed out in response,

“hmm yes!” Penny ling hummed,

“Do I even need to say anything?” Zoe sassily responded, flipping her hair to the side.

Russell finished writing, nodded his head “okay that’s everyone!” He announced going over the list again. “Now one last thing we have to- “

 “Wait! Russell what about you?” Penny ling questioned, quickly interrupting him. A worried expression on her face, clearly not wanting her friend to be forgotten.

After that question all eyes were on him, they all started to ask the same thing.

“Are you going?”

“Yeah, Russell!"

“please tell me she’s letting you go”

"Yeah, Russell aren’t you coming?”

“Please Russell say you're going!”

“There’s no way he’s not coming. Right..?”

They kept asking all at once overcrowding him. At some point their voices started to merge into one big loud cluster, their voices couldn’t even be recognized by Russell anymore.

He quickly flipped through his clipboard trying desperately to find himself the answer. He mutterd to himsealf, feeling sweat drop down his head.

 Is this what feeling overwhelmed feels like..? He questioned, no he shouldn’t be feeling overwhelmed! his friends just asked him a simple question and he’s taking it out of proportion. Russell told himself trying to claim his nerves, their voices becoming increasingly intolerable by the minute. He started to Grip at his ears hoping that would work in his favor.

it only made things worse.

The voices slowly started to turn into static, a drowning buzz vibrating his body to his core, causing him to shut his eyes tightly. Nearly beginning to shake. He started to hear whispers, whispers that sounded somehow familiar...

Were they speaking to him…?

(Just answer…)

Russell quickly opened his eyes, his ears still pressed against his paws. He took quick frantic glances around, dark shadows moved around the corner of his eyes, not making their presence known. It repeated again.. 

(just answer)

Keep it together Russell! that’s not important he mentally scolded, putting his hands down and quickly looked at his clipboard.

(Excuses)

There were uneven words constantly written scribbled all over the paper, some even all over the wooden part. 

Did he write these...?

Excuses.

Give them an answer..

Excuses..

Give them an answer.

They can tell when you're lying..

His ears nearly rang from all the sounds. The static nearly sounded like a snowstorm while the buzzing hummed and burned his ears the (pets) voices persistently repeated their so much he could almost see the words visually being spelled out.

Russell was getting overwhelmed..

He wanted this to stop..

He wanted silence..

Then answer..

“ huh..?”

Just give them an answer

“ what..?”

And everything will be quiet

 

“ how..?” 

Just answer. 

It repeated.

 Just answer 

Just answer 

Just answer 

Just answer 

Just answer

“BLYTHE’S TAKING CARE OF IT—!!”

 Russell shouted suddenly, causing the pets to stop. “ ye— yes! I assure you guys I'm going.!” Russell quickly added in slightly slipping up on his words, seemingly swatting and acting rather jittery.

 “ Thatrapsuptherollcallfor tonight— I mean today ah I mean— this afternoon, bye!” Russell quickly said, his words all jumbled together and not making any sense. But before any of the pets could ask him what he ment, he then took off quickly to the other side of the daycare, persistently scratching at the top of his scalp as he went.

“Well that was weird..”

pepper said trying to fill the awkward silence,

“ yeah.. we were just asking Russ a question” Vinne added while walking right next to pepper, “ did anyone else notice how nervous Russell was just acting a minute ago..” Sunil questioned.

“ Yeah I noticed that too!," Minka jumped in, adding  “he was all sweaty and shaky! like he had a cold!” She said, while mimicking russell. “ He also scratched the top of his head a lot!!”

“ Ohh! I hope we didn’t make Russell uncomfortable” Penny ling gasped her little paws flying to her mouth.

 " Don't worry penny ling, Russell just being dramatic,” Zoe assured the worried panda.

Then all the pets looked in the direction Russell went

“Yeah, I hope your right penny ling..” pepper added.

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Chapter 2 is here! And what's up with him? His friends only asked him a question.

[vexinghearts]

I have a request to make. Platonic yandere shinobu and kanae +child reader. Please and thank you.

ʚ Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope my portrayal of the two is close-to-canon & satisfactory ɞ

- Vinn

Kanae & Shinobu are no strangers to taking in a child. They've done it once before with their loving sister, Kanao, yet something was different with you. The two of them came across you when they were on assignment. A demon had been reported in the west, up near the mountains resulting in a string of slaughters.

"Oh, how unfortunate to hear. I'd say we'd better get going then, right Shinobu?"

"We'll slay the damned demon in no time, Master."

The two are quick to set off on their journey having taken a few days to arrive near their location. It was nighttime by the time they do so, which is when a scream rang out through the wood surroundings. The scream put the two on high alert, immediately the two ran towards the source of the sound.

As the two approached the house, they saw a demon on the doorstep, eating away at a now dead woman's forearm. The demon seemed to be distracted by the woman's taste, only ending in it's own decapitation by the older Kocho.

Kanae was rather surprised that a demon was caught off-guard so easily, but Shinobu only said that the demons had the same intelligence as that of a fish and that Kanae shouldn't be so surprised. The young woman sighed and looked down to the fading body of the demon beneath her feet.

"Perhaps, Dear Sister, however you and I both know that is not true."

Shinobu puffed her cheeks, but said nothing else. The thought occured to Kanae to check the home for any survivors. When she looked up the steps she saw that the the sliding door was ajar. Seeing this she gained the hope that there was a survivor, even if only one.

It didn't take long for the sisters to find you. The heartbreaking muffled sobs were quite evident, coming from a closet. Kanae remembered when her and her sister had been in this situation and it tugged at her heart. It took a moment for Kanae to approach the closet door, unfreezing after Shinobu snapped her out of it.

"Hello? Child? You can come out now; you're safe."

Her voice was calming and kind as she coaxed you out of your hiding spot. The door slid open slowly, revealing your teary eyes to the sisters. Kanae kneeled down to your height with a kind smile on her face, holding her hand out to you.

"It's alright, we won't hurt you...My name is Kanae Kocho." She had gestured back to her sister who stood beside her. "And her name is Shinobu."

It took a little bit to succeed in coaxing you out of your hiding place, but it worked nonetheless. You crawled out of the closet, looking to be no older than six. Shinobu observed your quaking body and pitied you. She knew what it was like to lose a guardian, and she knew what you were feeling, however she wasn't too sure what Kanae wanted to do on this situation, but she had an inkling it would be a similar solution to one previously.

"Dear, we regret to inform you, but your guardian has passed on. You will have to accompany us from here on out."

"What?! Kanae, we already-"

When Kanae looked up to Shinobu, Shinobu shut her mouth and huffed once again. She knew that Kanae wanted to save others from their own tragic fate, but adopting every child they come across? They already had one child to take care of, but two was too much. ( ha get it? ) // ( Kill me please /j )

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It takes awhile for Shinobu to get close to you, but after countless nights of cuddling up with both her and Kanae and Kanao, she eventually grows close to you and insists on you laying by her futon. Kanae doesn't mind this, happy that Shinobu had taken a liking to you.

When you're older and have the potential to gain suitors//suitresses(?) , Shinobu tends to chase them off, believing you need her and her sisters only, however Kanae is the opposite. She pushes for you to find a suitor out of love, wanting you to be happy outside of the life of a demon slayer.

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After Kanae was killed while on mission, Shinobu forbid you from becoming a slayer, resulting in you becoming a part of the Butterfly Children. You took care of Demon Slayer's, but did not partake in the missions. However, before Kanae's passing, she had taught you her breathing style. Whenever Shinobu was gone, you were there to protect the younger Butterfly Girls. But, if Gyomei were off of assignment for once, she would leave the five/six of you with him. Afterall, she trusted him, especially since he had taken both her and Kanae in all those years ago.

When the Kamado Siblings arrive at the Butterfly Mansion, she is not too thrilled to have a demon within her walls, but makes peace with it considering Ubayashiki himself had permitted it. She tells you to tend to the boy, but not to get too close to the box he keeps with him.

However, you didn't listen and became quite friendly with the younger Kamado, knowing her now as Nezuko. Shinobu wasn't thrilled with this discovery, but couldn't find it in herself to punish you. If there is ever a day you become too friendly with a certain sibling, however, she will not hesitate to deny him entry at her doorstep.

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Hello Hello Hello 💕

I am so sorry to my lovely requester for taking so long on getting this out! I had to gather a lot of motivation for this, having thought that I could dive head first into writing a oneshot/drabble about one of the (in my opinion) most complex characters in Demon Slayer. Turns out I was wrong lol

I know that there wasn't much Yandere!Kanae (considering I kinda killed her off a bit early in the story) But I do think this turned out better than I expected it too when I first started!

I hope you enjoyed this drabble/oneshot/I'mnotreallysuretbh!! Please let me know what you all think 💕

( Also, should I start a separate blog dedicated to oneshots so they don't get lost? )

Also Also! I made that little header at the top myself!! ( Super proud of it tbh 💕 )

[mochie85]

Man of the Month Outtake: Men Are From Mars...

...Women are from Venus.

Series Masterlist My Complete Masterlist @muddyorbsblr Masterlist

Summary: Bucky lets the rest of the group know how his photoshoot went. The girls take you to a nice dinner out on the town. Pairing: Loki x Reader (eventually) Word Count: 716 Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, A/N: thank you to @athalialaufeyson for helping me out with the translations. Thank you my gem! 💎✨😘

The sound of deep thumps and metal clashing stopped as soon as Bucky approached the gym. Most of the team had been training. Loki in particular threw himself into drill works with his daggers. He stopped momentarily when he saw Barnes walk into the gymnasium. As did all the other men who were there.

Loki noted that only Xu and Lang were the only ones who continued their exercises. As if they didn’t need to know the outcome of Barnes’ photoshoot with you.

“It’s not me guys,” he said with the most forlorn expression. Wilson came up to him and patted him on the shoulder. Rogers just crossed his arms with a trivial look of smugness on his face.

A small bud of hope bloomed inside of Loki as Thor nudged him on the shoulder. “Ikke bry deg om de, bror. Helvete vil ønske deg velkommen raskere med all din bekymring.” (Don’t pay them any attention, brother. Hell would welcome you faster with all your worrying.)

“Det er vanskelig å la være når disse gribbene prøver å vinne kjærligheten til ditt livs kjærlighet.” (It's hard not to when these vultures are trying to win the affection of the love of your life.)

“FAEN! (Fuck!) I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT!” Thor burst into a scream.

“Shh. Shh.” Loki shushed him, pushing him to keep quiet as everyone’s attention turned towards Thor.

“Peace. Peace.” Thor said to everyone else. “As you were.” But inside, Thor felt as giddy as spring maidens frolicking in the newly bloomed fields of Asgard.

Meanwhile, Nat, Wanda, and Pepper had taken you out of the tower completely to have dinner. They saw you break down. You haven’t been yourself in a while and they missed your usual joyful nature.

Pepper took you all to an exclusive restaurant where you had a private booth in the back all to yourselves. The dinner was exquisite and you were all just drinking and relaxing talking about various life pursuits.

“So, how’s the calendar coming along?” Pepper asked. “Tony isn’t overworking you, is he?”

“No. No, he’s not. He’s been very lax about it actually.” You answered.

“So why do you look like you’re so wound up?” Wanda asked sipping her cocktail.

“Well imagine, that every single day of your job, you have to fend off the advances of different men hoping to get your attention. Some of them being your closest friends and others really just breaking your heart.”

Nat snorted and gave you the side-eye. “Ok miss perfect. I get it,” you said to her.

“Why don’t you just tell them it’s Laufeyson and get it over with? You should’ve just done that from the beginning.” Nat said.

“Ok, you knew?!” You exclaimed.

“We all did,” Pepper said.

“Frankly I don’t know why it’s taking the guys so long to figure it out. It’s so freaking obvious.” Wanda chimed in.

“Which brings me back to my question. Why don’t you just say it’s him and get it over with?” Nat asked again.

“Because he doesn’t like me, Nat. He only thinks of me as a friend.” The collective groan from the three women made you cringe. “I’m not ready for that rejection.”

“You’re just as oblivious as the men!” Wanda yelled, signaling the bartender for another cocktail.

“They’re probably all in the gym right now. Working out, thinking that they need that extra muscle to show off.” Pepper giggled. “When in reality it’s the…”

“…the arms,” Nat interjected. “When you can trace that vein up his arms and rolled-up sleeves because he’s straining to keep his unbridled desire for you.”

“Or the stare. When he sees you walk into a room and his eyes darken and his jaw clenches at the sight of you and he loses all train of thought.” Wanda added.

“…the whispers in your ear.” Pepper finally finished, looking out into the restaurant, lost in her train of thought. “The sweet romantic ones of love and support. Then the dirty naughty ones when no one is watching.” All four of you tittered at Pepper’s thoughts.

“No. They’re all at the gym right now working out because they can’t understand the female gaze.”

“To the female gaze.” Nat raised her drink up high.

“To the female gaze,” you all followed.

An alternate calendar for Bucky's October.

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[mistergaslow]

Days 21-24 of Gobtober. Nearly done! And only a month late! All of them are drawn already, I just need to color them.

#Gobtober: Day 21: Merchant: Ms. Dolly, Satin and Lace: Young Prawns are popular as pets. Merchants and nobles adore the malleable goblins, up until they turn into something unsightly and get tossed into the gutter. Dolly was lucky and managed to inherit her owner's lot. She even hired a few servants.

#Gobtober: Day 22: Carpenter: Geof: Goblin architecture differs vastly from gobo to gobo. Rich gobs can have intricate and sprawling estates that last for generations, while the poor gobs live in rickety shanty towns that're prone to collapse or explosions. Geof can always count on work in such places.

#Gobtober: Day 23: Engineer: Hydee: Goblin Engineering is a strange mixture of magic, science, and belief that everything will go right. Other races find it difficult to recreate the ramshackle effects of goblin gizmos. Hydee is always keen to experiment with new materials, regardless of cost.

#Gobtober: Day 24: Healer: Vinne: Goblin biology is fairly robust. Unless someone is trying to kill them, or they're facing a particularly tough menace, most goblins will stubbornly survive. Healers, like Vinnie, exist to help keep their brethren in working condition, regardless of their skill.

[the-smallest-star]

"Well isn't this something."

Vinn heard the clacks of chitin against the ground, the chain getting tighter and tighter the closer it got. He didn't move, he didn't make a sound.

"Useful little trick huh Vinn." The voice chuckled before one of those powerful legs lashed out, striking the hellhound in the side and sending him slamming into a nearby wall. Others were watching, thankful it wasn't them that had the overlord's anger. "Think you could just keep avoidin' me? Keep dippin' in and out of the ring? Naaah, we're not playing that game."

"God you're fucking pathetic."

Vinn managed to raise his head, back on all fours as he winced. Crimson eyes met violet, though he already knew who the voice belonged to.

Butch. Overlord of the Underground. Toby's successor.

"What do you want." Vinn grumbled, wheezing slightly as he was winded. Butch didn't seem to like his tone, his four legs carring over to the hellhound. "Where's Tinker?" He asked. "Gone. Redeemed didn't you hear?" "And Clementine?" "Not a clue- ACK!!"

The chain was pulled right, a large clawed hand snapping down to grip the hellhound's whole head. It squeezed, claws digging in until Vinn could feel warmth trickling down his face.

"We worked together for forty years Vinn. I know you." He snarled, grip tightening further as the hellhound whined in pain, "When you care, you keep tabs. Where. Is. She."

"Go. Fuck. Yourself." Vinn snapped back, "Can't even... can't even get anyone to find her, even with that bounty. Fuck people really don't like you-"

Butch slammed the hellhound's face into the floor, baring his teeth at them, "Watch your tone mutt, don't forget who bought you. Your mill didn't want you, and now I'm stuck with a disloyal brat!"

"Mr Butch? We can't stay around here much longer. Someone may come looking...." The voice made the overlord's head snap up, narrowing at his second in command. Releasing Vinn's head he stepped over them, moving to the door.

"... take him to Greed. Stick him in the freeze, he'll loosen his tongue. You want a dog to listen to you, you leave it in the cold until it begs you to let it back inside. Might even fix that fever of his." Butch huffed, stepping through the door and out of sight.

Vinn couldn't move much, his head too dizzy as he felt hands grip him and a foul smelling sack shoved over his head. Whoever's carpet this was, well it'd have a few bloodstains on it from his face.

[comedyl0ser]

Lovely OC/headcanons :P

guess what xyrs favourite colour is. i bet you wont get it

Slovenian

ginger (im in love with the shape of you)

never fails to scare the living shit out of Zeke (Tank)

has heterochromia, and a coloboma iris in the right eye

academically smart but lacks a shit ton of common sense (i will never not slander this weirdo)

the bat wings in xyr logo is actually a tattoo xe got on xyrs back when they were like 19

has a weird habit of just grabbing onto random fabrics they like the texture of. including if it someones clothing

xe'll just hold onto said clothing until the person wearing the clothes swats xem off

gossips with Zory (Angel) a lot

right fang has broken off

that audio where xe punched Porter, i just imagine they jumped to even reach his face

watches House (it mildly disturbed Vincent when he first saw xem watching it)

literally has the quietest feet ever and even the other vamps cant hear xem when they walk around

has also startled Redd (Sweetheart)

also yes, Vinn. Pollux is single

[screentimeoverlord]

@the-smallest-star asked

Clem padded into the room, her belly is a bit more swollen than before. Climbing onto his lap she buried her face against him. Her feet hurt, her back hurt... "... Vinn's in the hospital, so is Gritt... can we go see them?"

"So they found him." Vox said as Clem is now on his lap, hand on her back stroking her back. The look of her being in an oversized shirt, one of his, nuzzled to his chest. "Sure, we can go see them. I'll finish up. Go freshen up while I do this."

[loverraccoon]

Field of Lovers

Epilogue

I felt the breeze blowing my hair in and out of my face as I laid out on my blanket. A small smile crossed my face as i covered my eyes in hopes of shielding them from the sun. I was thinking of him more than anything.

The only man who had the same effect on me as the burning sun. He shined so brightly I could barely bear to look at him. He burned me up but kept my heart warm in a gentle way. I could barely stand to be in his presence during his brightest hours but those few minutes I endured without making a fool out of myself were some of the most beautiful memories I've gained over the years.

"Tia, come inside, lunch has just been prepared!"

I sat up and looked around the beautiful country side once more knowing fully well this is my last day of peace. My current abode is my grandparents' home. They gave birth to my dear father well dear to them. Not dear to me at this age.

I recently turned 26 and all I ever hear my father and mother talk to me about is how they were married by the time I was 22. I couldn't care any less though since I find locking myself into a loveless marriage to be worse than being alone. I am actually quite happy as I am and I don't need any other man pestering me more than my father does already.

Even if I wanted to get married it wouldn't be fair. I only have one gentleman on my mind and he is far out of reach for me. My father would definitely not call him a gentleman and to be honest neither would I.

After dinner I found myself reading when my maid Rose came in. She was very endearing to me in every way. I respected her a lot and appreciated her everyday. She worked very hard for her family and husband and I longed for a life where I could work and be married. Managing a household is nice and all but i wish to work at something instead of maintaining a house and staff. I longed for freedom of choice in all matters. In matters of love and purpose especially.

Rose had a calm disposition but if I ever dared ask her about her favorite meals to prepare her face lit up with joy and all she could do was talk about her ideas or thoughts on different types of recepies. I loved her dearly even though we were what you'd barely call friends but I trusted her. She knew me well and she also never told anyone else the things she knows about me.

We suddenly heard a loud cracking sound and Rose immediately shot up and ran downstairs and I hurried after her. My grandmother came into view as she started shouting at the young maid who accidentally dropped a teacup.

"Do I pay you to break my belongings or do I pay you to keep it the same as it always was by my design?!" Her raspy voice and dark features left a hint of fear inside the maid even if she was but an old lady with graying hair. Ever since her husband died she's been a terror to the maids and this maid just made a big mistake. She should prepare to be bothered for the next few months.

After my grandmother finished reprimanding that poor maid she gestured to her husbands old office and looked me directly in my eyes. I followed her into the room and she sat down in his chair.

"My child I know things I can't hide any longer" she rested her hands on the table as she spoke to me. I sat down in front of her. I felt a looming dread creep up on me.

"Your parents are very unhappy with your marital status and they plan on sending you away to live in Laurance with your aunt." I felt my heart sink as I thought about all that I'll be leaving behind. My friends, my secrets and... Vinn.

"If I may ask why are you telling me this?" I asked holding back tears.

"Child most women my age morn their husbands and I don't. I never loved or cared for your grandfather and i regreted my marriage to him everyday of my life. Don't let some young man make you into a fool with promises about loving you forever. I told your parents to send you to Laurance." Words were bursting off of my tongue but before I could speak my grandmother continued.

"Marry a rich man who can keep you happy. Don't fall for the tricks your heart tells you. I want you to have a better life than I did. You're such a smart girl and deserve freedom, don't suffer your whole life with a man who doesn't care about you for nothing." She said holding back tears.

I knew grandfather wasn't a good man but it was painful to see the mark he left on this woman.

"I love you grandmother but my life shouldn't be in your hands." She stood up with an expressionless face.

"You can have your own opinions and I'll have mine" she looked out the window blankly. She had no direction, no goals and nothing to live for in our eyes. We were very alike in that sense. I'm not sure where I'm headed. I do as I please and have nothing in my life that is mine.

That night I slept knowing fully well that next week was my last week of freedom. It was all but rash but I wished to tell Vinn everything that happened. If I see him at all that is.

The next day I set off on my way home to Florian. A new future is dawning and my static life has been turned upside down.

[fortheloveofkiller]

Here’s Vinn’s Wyvern face for y’all. I wanted to give some perspective on how he looks as a Wyvern