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Glory's Side Story: Part 2As Glory regains consciousness, she finds herself in a room at odds with the cold stone of the underground hallway. The walls are smooth and finished, painted a soft alice blue. She lies on soft, new bedclothes in a darker blue, unmarred except for her presence there. Overhead a gauzy white canopy is supported by elegant white bedposts.
The room is tastefully appointed. To the left of the bed is a small study; a roll-top desk, a well-stocked bookcase, and an overstuffed grandfather chair. The door—presumably to freedom—is directly ahead of the bed, down a long stretch of blue carpet. To the right sits a pretty white armoire, touched with accents of gold, and beyond that is a tall window, stretching from floor to ceiling.
And in front of the window stands a boy, arms clasped behind his back as he gazes into the moonless night. From the back, Glory can make up a few details. He is a tall boy, 5'10" or so, and very lank with stilt-like legs, made longer still by the
Glory's Side Story: Part 1As Glory rounds the corner into another empty stone hallway, she hears a voice.
"Hey, you. Girl. Yeah, you—girl with the cloak." It's barely above a whisper, but can't be from a boy much older than she is. He has an accent she can't place. "Don't let the others know you can hear me, okay? Because they can't. For all they know, you're hearing voices in your head. Got it? Just mouth an answer back."
Glory paused, resisting the urge to look back toward the group. Silently, she mouthed back an "okay" and waited for further communication.
"What's your name?" says the voice. It sounds like it's coming behind her, but if she turns to investigate, there's no one there.
Glory smiled habitually at the concept of making introductions even if it was to an invisible person. "Glory," she mouthed, then added, "And you?"
"Glory..." the voice says, thoughtfully. "Like the flower. Morning Glory."
Glory can almost hear the smile in his voice; he gives a small, amused laugh. "You
QMC: Round 2There is so little time. Morpheas leaves her footprints in miles of black sand, boat long abandoned. Three of her ribs are broken; an illusion hides her ruined face. She carries her baby. Between pained breaths, she asks him what kind of person he is. He tells her tales of cowboys, rocket ships and finger paint.
Her body begins to fail. An explanation, an apology, a plea for forgivenessshe has practiced this goodbye many times. But faced with him, she only thinks of one thing:
"I love you."
She hopes it is enough.
Ambulance lights glitter on the jagged teeth of broken windows. A police cordon surrounds the diminishing husk of a primordial nightmare, buried in the remains of 33rd street.
It is a place she tries to forget but visits often in dreams.
"None of this is real, you know." Her husband slouches, hands in his pockets. They wait behind police tape. "You've been deluding yourself. I think it helps you cope."
Here he is neither devil nor a saint, just the truth. She hates it.
QMC: Round 1Even hell can be pretty, she reminds herself. Here, it is her garden re-imagined. Everything is hereher misplaced book, blue pinwheels and the swing her baby boy will grow intobut she can't leave. She walks for hours among delphinium, calling names she knows no one will answer to and looking for an exit that isn't there. Doesn't change the fact it's hell.
She sucks on sunflower seeds as she explores the facsimile of her memories, down to the family pond that's swelled into an ocean so large it touches the horizon. Half-eaten bodies are buried in the tall grassthe pair of swans she feeds on Sundays. Their eggs are smeared across the shoreline.
He has her eyes, her husband's mouth; it is their baby, now a little boy. A thousand leagues away, he waves to her, a make-believe pirate in a pretty white boat.
He is so beautiful.
Her joyful sobs twist into screams as black, horned legs grip the side of the boat.
It rises; naked, craggy body pulsing with e
QMC: Round 0She hopes for a place where he isn't dead. The times he never exists at all are better than when he has been and has been taken from her, his presence reduced to quiet nights with a man relieved to have his life back and two snaps of pine limbs made into a cross.
This in-between place is nice. She paints the walls in yellows and blues and writes "I love you" on the autumn-morning glass. A stray cheerio is helped into her baby boy's mouth. Her husband is the same man from the other worlds, with kinder eyes and a fondness for pillow forts. She adores him.
She feels the pull at the back of her mind constantly now, the dark fingers wrap themselves around her thoughts and beckon her. The first wave of denial comes as constant cups of coffee, and frenzied midnight housecleaning signals her growing fear. Caffeine pills are the last resort. He intervenes.
He takes her to bed. Thumb pressed to one of her dark rimmed eyes, he says, "We'll get those nightmares checked out first thing tomorrow, po
DnD: Sunday Afternoon PromptThe goddess Ehlonna is otherworldly. She sits on an ancient throne of alabaster adorned by years of creeping ivy. A crown of white roses rings her golden head. Between you lay a blanket made of a thousand wildflowers. She gives a gentle smile and beckonsthe loveliest of creatures.
"Do come closer," she says, and you are all too happy to oblige. The stretch of wallflowers, once eternally long, pass in an instant. When you kneel before her, she touches your chin with outstretched fingertips and brings you to meet eyes with her.
Her features are strange and beautiful; not quite elven, not quite human. More perfect than both. Her eyes shine with a soft, blue light, and in her presence you are but a small child in the woods again. She has not been seen for nearly a thousand years.
"I am afraid my time here is short. Without devotion, I have little power," she admits. "But I have come to ask your world of one more favor.
"The Zarans have grown in fearsome power and strength
DnD: Friday Night Session PromptThere is a common misconception that everyone in the Kingdom of Herethmier praises the name of Zarus. This is not true. Though few and far between, there are those that remember the ways before the influence of the God of Humans spread throughout the land.
Jane Steadfast and her husband were among them. The leaders of an underground resistance situated in Port Grimaigne, their operation was simple: Escorting any willing non-humans through the city walls at night and to the docks, providing them with the gold and supplies needed to survive the trip across the sea to Segovia. They were young, but in their short time they sacrificed everything to do what was right. Fortune. Prestige. Friendship. Family. Home. Finally, they gave their lives.
The bomb ripped through their secret meeting place like scissors through silk, killing every last of the 16 members of the underground resistance. Jane's remains were unrecognizable. Mr Steadfast left only a leg behind.
While Herethmier rejoiced at the
DAA - Chapter 1
"Medic!" Dorothy shouted as she kicked in the door to your room. Slinging the unconscious man onto your bed, Dorothy pointed to the victim, her voice incredulous and more than a little peeved. "Shot right in the ass with one of them brain-funnier blow darts, he was! Sort this out while I hunt down the guilty party and fix their flint!"
She's gone before you can speak, and it's up to you to save this man. Between your wits and what you have around, be the best medic you can and save Crewman Morris!
As Dr Petrovna examined the tranquilizer dart currently lodged in the man's posterior, she acknowledged for the tenth time that day that this was not what she had envisioned when she approached Boris about vacation.
His workshop always carried the faint scent of very pungent sandwiches. Tuna, egg salad, garlic, red onions, and the sharp, acidic smell of mustardthe smell permeated everything, like tobacco smoke, but at least the smell of pipe smoke had the decency of
spectator entry chapter 9CHAPTER NINE: ICHABOD
I ate quickly and left Slade in the dining area. I could tell by the rattle of his spoon against his bowl that his anger toward Pecos was still stewing just beneath his skin, waiting to bubble out at the slightest provocation. As you, dear reader, might have gatheredthis is a fight we've fought before, and despite my best attempts I am always found squarely in the middle, playing mother or mediator for two unruly children. That day, I wasn't in the mood for such endeavors. In fact, that day I wasn't in the mood for much of anything, casting worried glances into the reflection of our table's silver kettle, worrying that one time I might catch a glimpse of something truly twisted and broken in the mirror's surface: The black-bleeding headless stump of the hessian.
This game of worrywart continued through the long hallway connected to the dining area, past long and skinny mirrors gilded in shining gold and crystal, but each mirror's image was as it should be. I
Investigator!Levi x Ghoul!Reader |A New Light| AU"You disgust me." Those three seemingly simple but dreadful words were spat at you on a daily basis. Not that you appeared to care, but inwardly you cringed whenever a certain man in particular told you them. The man that not only stole your freedom, but the man that unknowingly captured your interest. Who was he?
Levi Ackerman. Strongest Ghoul Investigator out there, known and respected by the public. At first glance he was a person most ghouls with a brain would detest and avoid, but you, grew curious. How a man with such an acid like tongue and short build grasped your attention, was something you still pondered on in your confinement. But as the saying "curiosity killed the cat," goes, your inquisitive ways were your demise when he finally caught your snooping and captured you without a second thought.
Why he didn't kill you on the sight, was something else you couldn't manage to come to terms with. If you could kill a ghoul like yourself nowadays, you would take that chance if you
Dark LinkXReader-A Demon's love~Part 23
All the Kokiri gathered at the news of Helio's tragic death. Around, you all stood together in the forest as Saria placed Helio's tiny body on a lily pad and let it drift further into the forest surrounded by the other fairs who drift through. Once he was adrift, Saria began to play a soft and soothing yet nostalgic melody to symbolize the passing of a friend.
You stood next to Link the whole time. His hand clutched yours firmly and his blue eyes were staring intently forward on Helio's drifting pad. This was all Dark Link's fault. He was too blame.It was a mistake to think that he could go free a live amongst you and him like a normal person. It was a mistake to think that he could actually be a brother and a lover. Link was a fool.
He shook his head and clenched his free hand into a fist. Perhaps he should have killed Dark Link when he had the first few chances.Helio would still be here if he had and you wouldn't be in so much agony. So much heart ache. He wished he could heal
~A World Of My Own~ Dark!Mad Hatter!EnglandXReader
You felt yourself drift into consciousness. You began to fall back asleep but you noticed something odd. Where was your bed, your sheets, your mattress? Eyes still closed, you could feel yourself on laying on your back, on what you knew was the ground. Your arm shifted, causing a rustle of leaves. The forest, you thought. How did I get to the forest?
Eyes still closed, on the edge of dreaming again, you went through the previous night. It had been so normal, you thought. You brushed your teeth, you got into bed, what happened? You were in your own home, weren't you? You must have been sleepwalking, straight from out of your house and into the lawn. Strange. Or perhaps you were still dreaming?
"Wake up, love."
Finally, your body jolted adrenalin into your veins and you lifted your heavy head off of the floor. You could have sworn you heard someone say something, but it was too silent and the world felt too empty for an
Erwin x Ghoul!Reader |Appeal| AUThe absence of the sun was replaced with a brightly gleaming moon. Your (e/c) hues rapidly scanned the area that surrounded you, your fingertips lingering on your (s/c) face, as a crazed smile brimmed your soft lips. The last few nights had been scarce in the way of food, the doves had been multiplying, it seemed. Your eating activities were put on pause in response.
From the lack of human flesh you had grown into what could be described as a monster - but yet, that word would be too weak to describe the deranged feelings that grew within you. You needed to eat, as did any person, or ghoul. It's just that your taste was a little than the average humans.
Currently you were camping out, awaiting for a victim to be lured to you. You took pride in your stunning looks, that could draw in the foolish of men, but in the end it was you that devoured them. Soon enough, your boastful thoughts were interrupted at the sound of shoes clicking against the ground. It was the dead of night, a
Levi X Reader: I'm not drunk“Oh, [Name], just the person I needed to see!” Hange called to you after you had your meal with the others.
Your first thought was that the squad leader ran out of people to talk to about titan’s (probably because everyone did run away), and you recoiled at the thought. You were already a victim of one of her “discussions” already having spent a whole night until dawn listening to her prattle. You weren’t eager to repeat the experience too soon. As she got closer, you were ready to prepare an excuse if it came to it.
“Y-yes, what is it?” you asked warily.
“I just have a tiny little problem,” Hange said, rubbing the back of her neck in embarrassment.
Oh, did you just notice? You thought but kept it to yourself.
Hange looked at your face and noticing no reaction, her face contracted into that of concern.
“What’s the problem then, squad leader? I can’t assist you in… whatever it is y
[Jake x Reader]
The twinkling lights reflected off his glasses as he stared up at the sky. A melancholy air had surrounded the young lad, who brought his green coat closer to his body to maintain some of the warmth that he was without. [Name] had always said that he needed to properly dress for the season since it was Autumn now, but he had an odd reputation to uphold. An adventurer was not an adventurer without a jacket, cargo shorts, and a thin t-shirt. Sometimes it included the hat. But only when the adventure was supposed to be grand.
"I'm not seeing anything," he murmured to himself, adjusting his spot on the blanket that he had laid out. "I don't see how she loves this and calls it peaceful."
"Perhaps you're looking too hard, dear cousin?"
Jake turned his head slightly to see John coming up the hill toward him. "John ol' boy! Lovely to see you again! But what the devil are you doing here?"
"Wondering what the fuck you're doing," the blue-eyed boy answered, as he plopped do
Levi x Witch!Reader - Fall Out of Trees
He had never heard her scream before.
Levi’s eyes pinched shut and for a moment he lost his footing, stumbling between the thick-trunked trees and unkempt bushes. In his ears he could still hear the shrill sound ringing like gunfire. When he looked ahead of himself again he was nearly caught off guard by the vastness of the woods. With a burst of effort, he pushed off hard on his right leg, trying to carry himself farther and faster than he’d ever had a need to do before. His mind reeled in circles, trying to make sense of all that just happened while also struggling to keep him moving in the right direction.
It had all happened so fast. One moment, they were together. So ordinary and common, right beside one another and sitting lazily beneath an oak. He leaned against the trees rough back, she leaned against him, they both looked up between the leaves and to the sky. He couldn’t remember what it was they were talking about, if it had been anything at all. They were b
Cheater!Dave X Reader
She was strong, and everybody that knew who she was knew that.
She went through such tough times, and never shed a tear.
At least, that’s what everybody thought.
When alone, she would curl up in a ball and cry all her worries and pain away.
But when she was with people around, she would always put up a smile.
A mask to hide the pain.
She though nobody knew that.
But he did.
He would follow her around, asking if she was really okay, which she would always answer with a smile.
He could see in her eyes that she suffered.
When he caught her alone, he would pull her in a warm embrace and whisper in her ear.
‘It’s okay. You can cry, I won’t tell anyone.’
Such simple words said in an expressionless tone, but made the girl’s eyes widen and tear up.
Finally someone noticed.
Every time she felt like crying, he was there.
On her birthday, he gave her a bouquet of Dahlias.
He told her the meaning of them.
Promesas (Levi x Reader)Bye Bye
It was nearing autumn. The trees had begun their transition from lively shades of green to yellows, browns, and reds. No longer were the cadets given extra breaks from the excessive heat, but rather more laps to ensure they would not have to endure the chill that seeped through their light jackets. Windows were shut in order for the draft to be kept out instead of open as they had once been to let in the cooling summer breeze. Fireplaces lit up more often, picturesque families gathering around to trade stories before bed, or events of the day. It was the season to bundle up and stay inside, spend time with family and friends.
And yet, this was the season for expeditions. Possible last moments to ever be seen alive again.
This was the season for death. Of pallid cold skin, often stained with the remnants of crimson.
Despite the oncoming symptoms of a harsh winter, tragic endings and bittersweet beginnings, this was the se
QMC: Round 3Beyond the threshold of the door the world still churns from the attack. The blur of passing trollies and urgent voices signal more arrivals. She wonders how many she didn't save.
But inside Room 108, it is quiet, and the night has painted everything in shades of blue. A bouquet of delphiniums sits on a nearby table. He waits for her.
"Hi, poppy." His voice cracks in the whisper. "I didn't know if you were ever gonna wake up again."
"I wish I hadn't."
The silence between them spans an oceanone large enough that he could fill it with every word he'd never said to her.
"The boys at work pitched in," he tries again, "We bought a headstone for the baby. It's in a real pretty spot, too. I'll take you as soon as you're better."
"Any more reports? Nobody saw me change, did they?" she asked. It was a constant fear.
"No. Doctor Loera took the 'monster' in for an autopsy," he explains. "We've got to send that man a thank-you card."
She looks away from him and to the w
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