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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
500 Miles- (Levi x Amnesiac!Reader) [AU]
( X )
Do you remember what it was like to taste the rain on your tongue and the presence of my lips on your garnet ones after the sweet dew coats your skin? Do you remember what it was like to hold my hand even when I snappishly reply to your childish desire of any sweet substance? Do you remember what it was like to watch the sunset, when I all did was gaze longingly at the ginger tint that painted your lovely features.
Do you remember what it was like to have me love you?
Eren came today. He’s an idiot, but Hanji insisted he stay my assistant. He refuses to leave me alone, constantly asking me if I wanted tea. But get this, his tea is absolutely disgusting it tastes more or less like shit and I have a strong desire to chuck the cup across the room.
But I don’t because you would be mad at me. So instead I pretend to ta
Salvation || Kaneki Ken x Reader
Major spoilers ahead! You've been warned//
The lonely world never cares,
It never sees through the dark.
Divided from happiness,
Sealed a smile so away from home.
A soft veil was gently embracing the 19 year old.
It was warm.
It was so comfortable.
Like the hug from a mother.
His eyes were closed as he let himself relax in the unknown material underneath him, gave a soft sigh in content as he snuggled closer to the softness.
It was so... peaceful. Something that he hadn't felt in a long while.
Wait, hadn't he just fought Arima and meet his former self?
He was dead.
He- he died, right?
His body stiffed at the thought. Kaneki remembered the literally piercing pain that shot through his skull and buried his face in the, what it seemed to be, pillow. And a comfy one as well.
His body felt healthy. No pain was aching though his body as he shifted slightly to find a more comfortable position.
He heard how the door of the room gentle opened and closed again and steps came
F A I R Y T A L E.
Human!Child!Kankri X Fairy!Reader
Something everyone knows of.
They’re stories about things that don’t exist, like fairies, witches, talking animals and much more.
Fairytales are fantastic, but sadly, they’re not real.
There are no talking animals, nor witches, nor fairies.
They don’t exist…
Nobody believes in fairytales…Right?
That’s what anyone would think, but there was a certain boy that couldn’t help but believe in them.
When he mentioned his favorite stories, his friends would laugh at him.
What hurt the most is that his crush wouldn’t believe him when he said they were real, and would laugh at him.
Even his little brother laughed at him.
And that made the boy sad and heartbroken.
He would cry himself to sleep, but he would still believe in them.
His father was the only one that didn’t laugh at him, and would always say nice things about his beliefs.
‘You shouldn’t let
Solace [Levi x Reader]
It was with a detached sort of yearning that Levi thought of you. You were a constant in his life, a constant he felt he had perhaps taken for granted all these years.
He stared solemnly down into the dark dregs circling the inside of his teacup. The taste was still in his mouth; the dull tang of black tea, with the faint aroma of bergamot. It was how you always prepared his tea, every single day. But it tasted bad now, like there was a sour bitterness that he couldn't quite place.
It seems that, too, was something he had taken for granted.
The breath that passed his lips was shallow and tired, like the last breath of a dying man who had nothing left to live for. He let the tilted china cup fall back in it's saucer with a light tink, before allowing the dull throb of silence to slowly press onto his ear drums.
Several sharp raps came from the door.
'Levi!' It was Hanji, and her godforsaken voice on the other side. 'Meeti
Avengers x Child!Reader * Say Cheese! *
Today was a very special day at the Avengers Tower.
Today was (Y/N)'s 6th birthday.
(Y/N) had been adopted by the Avengers when she was 4 years old. She was originally given to the Government by her parents, who had discovered her powers of telepathy and telekinesis.
The Government had thought her to be a hazard to the citizens of the United States if she got too powerful, and they had decided to exterminate her before she grew up.
It had been Steve who discovered this, and it was Steve's idea to adopt her, raise her, and teach her about her powers.
After a short meeting, the rest of the Avengers agreed, and it was then that (Y/N) was adopted. (Y/N) had been with them ever since then.
The Avengers never learned the exact date of her birthday, only her age. So, they decided to make her birthday the day when she was adopted and brought home to the Avengers Tower.
The little girl had been excited all day.
(Y/N) had been running around the Tower, reminding everyone that it was her birthday
Secrets Revealed - Monster? Levi x Reader Ch. 3
The monster yearned for more.
His prey was beautiful yet delectable.
It cursed its nature.
It wanted her; in a way that was perverse
But also satisfying.
Now we go to its view
Of its prey
In its eyes…
The monster watched its prey softly breathing in and out.
She looked very comfortable in the couch she slept in.
It felt bad that it was the reason she was driven out of her own room to sleep on the couch. Though it felt bad, it just had to see her every night. Especially now that it tasted her.
______ moved to the side. Coincidentally her face became near the monster’s face and her lips parted.
The monster stared at the female’s lips in lust. However it couldn’t. If it kissed her again now, who knows what will happen if it lost control?
Ruggedly it sighed as it pushed itself away from her.
In melancholy it said, “She will never know who I really am”
It looked back to
Human!Queen!Terezi X Maid!Reader
Once upon a time, there was a kingdom which name was Draco kingdom, but people called it different names, such as
The Land of Thought and Flow;
The Kingdom of Law;
and the names could go on. But the one that people used the most was
The Gluttony Kingdom.
Why, you may ask?
Because the kingdom’s ruler, Terezi Pyrope, was one that loved to eat.
Her table was so big that more than 70 people could sit around it.
She had enough food for more than 100 hungry children only in one meal.
Even though she ate so much, she never got fat.
The previous ruler wasn’t like that. She ate like a normal person, but she would never imagine what her descendant had become after she died.
The new ruler would have thousands of cooks in some weeks, since they mysteriously disappeared after serving for some days. Maybe they got tired of cooking for her since she ate so much, and simply ran away when they had the chance.
When there were no cook
The Only One (TCEST)Title: The Only One
Fandom: 2k3 TMNT
Warnings: Mpreg, Tcest
Disclaimer: Not Mine~ I'm just playing
Summary: It shouldn't have been possible, but it happened.
Kiraynn's notes: I'm jumping on the Mpreg train! Hold onto your butts!
Leo looked really small sitting on the cot in Leatherhead’s underground home. His legs held up so his feet didn’t touch the floor, shoulders hunched forward and fingers holding tight to the sheet. He radiated fear, nervousness and awe all in one leaf green and royal blue package.
“Are you sure, Leatherhead?” he asked the mutated lizard. “Not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… it shouldn’t be…”
“Possible?” Leatherhead supplied. He reached up to remove his glasses with a kind smile. “It’s definitely unconventional. But I assure you, Leonardo, I’m not wrong about this. How do you think the others will react?”
“I don’t k
Bonnie's last breath ( very sad )Bonnie's last breath...
It was September 16, 2002 and the Faz gang were going to throw a party for a group of kids after school. They all had the pizza, cake, party prizes and drinks ready. Foxy was excited to come out on stage to preform. Bonnie, was nervously getting his tie on. Freddy had looked up at him and put a paw on his shoulder. "You ok?" The bunny looked and smiled. "Yeah, I'm ok." His tone was a little shaky. Freddy frowned but patted his back.
Chica came over scenting Bonnie was nervous. "B-Bon Bon?" Chica hugged him. "Yes darling?" She looked up at him with big puppy eyes. "You're nervous, I can sense, why?" She hugged his arm close. He gently kissed her forehead and sighed. "It's nothing sugar." Chica sighed and let go of his arm. "If you say so." She went back to grooming her feathers.
Bonnie could sense something bad is going to happen, and that's today. His mechanic heart began beating faster each time he stares out the window. Maybe he's going out of
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
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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