alley shiver

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“What do you know about them, Kelsier?” she asked. “When’s the last time you slept in an alley, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the beggar next to you cough with a sickness you knew would kill him? When’s the last time you had to lay awake at night, terrified that one of the men in your crew would try to rape you? Have you ever knelt, starving, wishing you had the courage to knife the crewmember beside you just so you could take his crust of bread? Have you ever cowered before your brother as he beat you, all the time feeling thankful because at least you had someone who paid attention to you?”

- The Final Empire, Brandon Sanderson

A new prospective ( human Luci and Rachel)

“ I’m sorry son but this is the only way you’ll learn”

Was the last words Lucifer remembered before there was a bright flash of light he could feel his grace be ripped from him which was extremely painful.

Lucifer had screamed at the top of his voice then it was over. This was it now he’d truly lost everything, now he was one of -them a mere human.

When Lucifer opened his eyes again he was by an alley, he felt a shiver shoot up his spine then wrapped his arms around himself. What was this strange feeling? Then he felt something wet and cold hit his head; rain.

’ what a miserable existence’ Lucifer thought to himself. So this was it now he’d truly lost everything, his grace, his wings,the trust and love of his family and his true form.

He couldn’t bare it. Lucifer didn’t want this life.

Venturing a little ways into the alley it wasn’t long before he found a knife. Bending over to pick it up then standing up he then registered just how quiet it was there was no angel radio nothing just the sound of cars and the sound of rain etc.

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anonymous asked:

Vin!!

sexuality headcanon: bi ace

otp: i dont rlly ship vin w anyone i guess shes ok w elend

brotp: tensoon they get each other

notp: kelsier if u ship them block me shes a fucking minor and hes an adult

first headcanon that pops into my head: in any modern au shes goth

favorite line from this character: “What do you know about them, Kelsier?” she asked. “When’s the last time you slept in an alley, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the beggar next to you cough with a sickness you knew would kill him? When’s the last time you had to lay awake at night, terrified that one of the men in your crew would try to rape you? Have you ever knelt, starving, wishing you had the courage to knife the crewmember beside you just so you could take his crust of bread? Have you ever cowered before your brother as he beat you, all the time feeling thankful because at least you had someone who paid attention to you?”

She fell silent, puffing slightly, the crewmembers staring at her.

“Don’t talk to me about noblemen,” Vin said. “And don’t say things about people you don’t know. You’re no skaa— you’re just noblemen without titles.”
aka when she put everyone in their place!

one way in which I relate to this character: we dont trust anyone

thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: anytime she says something kinda dumb at a ball

cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: CINNAMON ROLL

Prompt based on this fan art^
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“Oh… Somebody is in the mood.” Dean smirks as his younger brother backs him against the wall outside a bar.

“Shut up Dean.” Sam blurts. He is a tad bit drunk. Okay, maybe quite drunk. But that is not the reason why he pulls Dean out of the bar.

“I—” Sam pauses to let out a burp, which amuses Dean even more, “I can’t stand those guys with their hands all over you.”

Dean is grinning like an idiot right now, “So you are jealous, Sammy?” He emphasizes on the nickname, making Sam’s pinkish cheeks turn into a deep crimson.

They were at the pool table doing their usual duo cheating game. All was good and their pockets were getting satisfyingly stuffed until this big buys came up to challenge. Sam knew he was not here for the money because he was losing to Dean way too obviously. Dean did not seem to have a problem with it as long as the notes kept rolling to him. But not Sam. He watched the guy closely and he stole touches on Dean’s shoulder and arm and finally when he had his hand on the small of Dean’s back, Sam snapped. He called a quit and dragged Dean away.

So now they are standing in a dark back alley in a chilly winter night.

Dean’s smile has not wilted even though Sam is staring at him with the best glare he can manage in his condition. “C’mon Sam. That dude wasn’t going to do anything.” Dean rubs Sam’s arm, trying to reassure him, “Even if he really was going to try something, I could have handled him with one hand.”

Sam’s harsh expression softens a little, “I know Dean. But…” He presses their foreheads together and sighs, “I just don’t like him standing so close to you and trying to touch you…” His voice is so small and whiny, which makes Dean smile even wider, and more adoringly.

“Come here you silly boy.” Dean pulls Sam down into his hug and lets Sam slump all his weight onto him. “You know you are the one who owns me, right?” He starts to rub small circles on Sam’s back. The contact makes Sam’s tensed shoulders slowly relax and he leans more into Dean. Sam nods and nuzzles his face into the crook of Dean’s shoulder.

“Good.” With all his tenderness, Dean cups Sam’s face so he will look him in the eyes. “Remember that okay? I’m not going to say it twice.”

A faint smile finally spreads across Sam’s face. He looks down shyly, “Thanks, I was being stupid.”

“Yes you are and you’re welcome.” Then his big brother brings their faces so close that all Sam can see is those big green eyes. The mesmerizing green makes Sam all of a sudden forget everything that has been bothering him.

Sam licks his lips a few times nervously, and gingerly, he places his lips over Dean’s.

Humming happily against Sam’s soft lips, Dean parts his mouth to welcome Sam’s tongue. Sam’s breath tastes like alcohol, cheap mint flavored gum but most of it all, it tastes like Sam. Dean moves his hands to the back of Sam’s neck and entangles his fingers with the ends of Sam’s hair, enjoying Sam’s soft moans into his mouth.

They break away after what seems like forever. A cold breeze blows pass the alley and Sam shivers. Dean brings his hand down to rub over Sam’s chest, “Let’s head back. What do you say?”

Sam nods but he stares into Dean’s eyes for a while longer, drinking in the beautiful view in front of him. It may be the alcohol, or the sleepiness that finally catches upon him, but right now in this narrow, shabby and dark alley, Dean is more beautiful than anything he has ever seen.

“…Yea, let’s head back.” Sam mumbles absentmindedly after zoning out for a couple of seconds. He leans down once more to brush their lips together, “Let’s head back and do something to make us warm.”

“But how did you get into this in the first place?” Kelsier demanded. “Did she attack you?”

Vin glanced down at her feet. “I attacked first.”

“Why?” Kelsier asked.

Vin sat for a moment, Sazed working on her cheek. “She was going to kill Elend,” she finally said.

Kelsier exhaled in exasperation. “Elend Venture? You risked your life—risked the plan, and our lives—for that fool of a boy?”

Vin looked up, glaring at him. “Yes.”

“What is wrong with you, girl?” Kelsier asked. “Elend Venture isn’t worth this.”

She stood angrily, Sazed backing away, the cloak falling the floor. “He’s a good man!”

“He’s a nobleman!”

“So are you!” Vin snapped. She waved a frustrated arm toward the kitchen and the crew.

“What do you think this is, Kelsier? The life of a skaa? What do any of you know about skaa? Aristocratic suits, stalking your enemies in the night, full meals and nightcaps around the table
with your friends? That’s not the life of a skaa!”

She took a step forward, glaring at Kelsier. He blinked in surprise at the outburst.

“What do you1 know about them, Kelsier?” she asked. “When’s the last time you slept in an alley, shivering in the cold rain, listening to the beggar next to you cough with a sickness you knew would kill him? When’s the last time you had to lay awake at night, terrified that one of the men in your crew would try to rape you? Have you ever knelt, starving, wishing you had the courage to knife the crewmember beside you just so you could take his crust of bread? Have you ever cowered before your brother as he beat you, all the time feeling thankful because at least you had someone who paid attention to you?

She fell silent, puffing slightly, the crewmembers staring at her.

“Don’t talk to me about noblemen,” Vin said. “And don’t say things about people you don’t know. You’re no skaa—you’re just noblemen without titles.”

She turned, stalking from the room. Kelsier watched her go, shocked, hearing her footsteps on the stairs. He stood, dumbfounded, feeling a surprising flush of ashamed guilt.

And, for once, found himself without anything to say.

—  Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire: Chapter 31
Connecting

Summary: Sequel to For Better or Worse. Their life had been drastically changed by the lottery and a visitor changed everything even more. 

Prompt: Sequel to For Better of Worse: After Blaine recovers, Kurt is truly happy for the first time, just going on real dates with his boyfriend, shopping for nice clothes, dreaming of their wedding and planning their futures. But their peace doesn’t last long, because a few days after they move into their beautiful new house, a congressman from Ohio shows up at their door, telling a crazy story and claiming to be the father Kurt never met.

Warnings: Past homelessness, abuse, kidnapping, mental illness 

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wearenxthuman  asked:

Fawn curled up in the alley, cold and shivering as the sun started to fall behind the buildings. Her hands were over her head, trying to cover and hide the doe ears that were protruding. A shadow loomed near where she sat and she huddled closer to the wall as she looked to the person now standing feet from her.

Damien saw the girl and tilt his head carefully approaching her. “Uh, excuse me? Are you okay?” He ask in a calming voice.

back alleys shiver at the thought of me
the echo of my heels, like cat claws
the scream on my lips, like an eagle
but i don’t go by such violent names
think of something sweeter

most people would call me justice
the kick to the teeth the world had coming
the hero this city needs
but i live and breathe the law as a day job
come on, be more creative

i’m the stuff nightmares dream about
the masked girl with a temper
the tragic past dripping with trauma and blood
but that's enough of a hint
and you’re running out of time

think hard
of the night sky and dark wings
of songs that could bring you to your knees
it’s on your tongue, i can see it
say my name

—  i am the black canary, a.d.