do not approach the hooded figures

“I’m sorry I’m famous and you’re not. Now that everyone is coming for me, it’s not fun and I just want the hate to stop.”

Tyrese apologizes to the ladies, realizes the ladies deserve better.

My mother taught me better than this….. lesson learned in life you will learn that It’s not always “what” you say, it’s the “how” we choose to say it. For the record I’m far from a misogynist, a male chauvinist or flat out mean….. My intentions were there but my delivery fucking horrible…. And clearly all the way off…. And for that I sincerely apologize to all of the ladies… Even after this apology…. Some may likely decide to NOT forgive me…. Time and consistency heals all wounds…. Although I’ve been consistently for years speaking on these topics and some of the same words in my message, I have never experienced what I am experiencing right now. - I’ve been getting dragged and feel the heat from my poor choice of words and approach to my messages, trust me….. Please accept this as my sincere apology for my poor choice of words - Shit gets real when it goes from a social media dragging to my own wife giving me the side eye and coming at me, even she’s not happy with the way I’ve conducted myself…. it’s crazy how non-public figures can say and do some really dumb shit and it will stay amongst your family and friends or local in your hood…. When you have been an entertainer for 15+ years the whole WORLD is literally watching you grow up & learn, bump your head, make mistakes and evolve as the world watches…. This is a real lesson learned… This is not just a regular IG post for me. I want to truly say that I’m sorry, I’m not APOLOGIZING in an effort to be politically correct, I apologize as a man first for the things that I’ve recently said about choices women have the right to make, for the terms that I’ve used and the way I’ve come across. I was raised to think and feel certain ways, and I’m learning new things that combat those messages. I am not perfect or all knowing, nor am I the one to claim to be. I’ve learned things through experience which I share, and through these last couple of weeks, I’ve learned a lot through this well deserved internet dragging…… This is about a man owning up to his actions, taking responsibility, recognizing how to do better, and actually doing better. Ladies you deserve better…

Ladies do you forgive him?

liloloveyou024  asked:

WTNV au where victor is the radio host of a friendly desert community and yuuri is the scientist with beautiful hair

A friendly beachside community where the sun never sets, where the sea is beautiful, and where the ninja ghosts from the castle come down to move our furniture twenty centimetres to the right when we sleep….

Welcome to…. Hasetsu.

Hello listeners. 

To start things off, I have been instructed to make this brief announcement: the city council of Hasetsu is opening a new Ice Castle on the former site of the high school, which as we may remember, vanished during the Incident of ‘09. They would like to remind us that there is no ice at the Ice Castle. You will not be allowed to go into the Ice Castle. If you see hooded figures in the Ice Castle, look away. Do not approach the hooded figures in the Ice Castle.

The doors will be locked at all times and the handle will be electrified. Do not touch it. Do not think about it. The Ice Castle is friendly and should not harm you.

And now, the news.

We cannot at this time confirm nor deny that Phichit Chulanont has indeed seen the Angels that he so claimed to have seen, but from what I understand the Angels have helped him fix his laptop, so they must surely be benign. If anyone is interested in helping him in his search, he will be on the bridge between Walnut and Pine, and waving a selfie stick. 

There have been rumours of sightings of the legendary Ice Fairy on the bay. Do not believe these rumours. The Ice Fairy resents being called a fairy, after all. He told me, just the other day, that he would prefer to be called the Ice Tiger. Of course, he is also the size of my pinky, and so could not even begin to resemble a tiger. 

A new man has arrived in town today. We all are wondering who he is. Why is his hair so perfect? Why is his face so perfect? Why is his butt so perfect? And of course, how can he look so beautiful in those glasses and that lab coat? We wonder what he is doing here. He says he is a scientist. But we have all been scientists at one point or another. So what is he really doing here? 

The new man gathered us all for a town meeting. He has eyes the colour of caramel coffee and lips the colour of cherry blossoms, and oh, when he smiled, I fell in love instantly.

The new man tells us his name is Yuuri, and that he is here because he thinks we are the most fascinating town in Japan. I think he is the most fascinating person in Japan. Everything about him is perfect, from the way his brows crinkle when he looks at his madly flashing devices to the way he blushes to the way his hair falls perfectly just at his brow. 

And now, the weather. 

A Phone Call Pt 2 (Jumin x MC)

Jumin rushes home, to find a letter waiting for him.

Word Count: 1670

1st Part

I haven’t got much to say other than I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day!


The moment the gunshot was heard, Jumin erupted to his feet, rushing out the door towards the nearest airport.

The only thing on his mind was you.

The only thing in his heart was you

It was always you.

“MC?” He continued to say your name, each time only growing more and more distressed, as though he may shatter at any second.

Yet as he lowered the phone, his brow furrowed and tears stinging at his gaze he noticed something peculiar.

The call had ended abruptly.

He tried to call again receiving a default voice.

“The number you’re trying to call is unavailable.”

He scoffed, scrunching up his nose in frustration. “What?”

It had been working just moments ago.

He didn’t even receive voicemail.

And his concern skyrocketed.

He took the next plane home as soon as possible, doing whatever it took to guarantee he’d be there as soon as he could.

His father called him the moment Jumin insisted he wouldn’t continue his meetings, bewilderment drenched in his words.

Until he learned why.

And as soon as that, there was nothing.

Just an ill-feeling as sickening as poison coursing through Jumin.

For he hadn’t the faintest idea of what would be waiting on the other side of that door that had been your home.

He had promised you would always be safest beside him.

He should’ve stayed.

He wanted to.

But he didn’t.

The moment it counted he let you down.

And you might be gone.

The most precious thing in his life.


It left him feeling like a rotting corpse.

Yet as he arrived home, he found police and detectives covering the area, their heads turning to him with an odd mixture of pity and fear.

Only one of them approached him, her face dotted with small scars and freckles.

“Hello, Mr. Han.”

Her voice was solemn.

“I’m sure you know…about your wife’s disappearance.”

His gaze widened to the size of saucers, his lips parting slightly in absolute horror.

As silly as it had seemed a part of him had hoped you’d still be waiting on the other side of the front door.

Like this, all was some sort of horrendous nightmare.

You’d be confused on how he came all the way back so quickly, peppering his face in kisses and assuring him you were fine.

That you were right there.

That you were with him.

The detective folded her lips awkwardly. “Yes well…we found a few things of theirs.”

She revealed your phone, a bullet hole having shattered the glass and leaving it utterly useless.

“We found this in your closet. Can you verify that this is MC’s phone?”

Jumin took it from her, a sob caught in his throat.

“S-She wasn’t s-shot.”


“I-I was o-on the phone with h-her when this happened,” He muttered, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle the breaks. “I-I heard o-one of the intruders come in and t-they struggled.”

His chest heaved, shoulders dropping.

“T-The call ended with a gunshot. I-I was s-so afraid…”

Tears slipped from his eyes, curling against his cheeks.

“I’m…I’m very sorry Mr. Han.” The detective cleared her throat, aiming her eyes down at the floor. “But…MC is missing.”


“The intruders kidnapped them.”

His entire world shattered in seconds.

He hadn’t thought such a thing was possible.

But he also hadn’t thought someone as wonderful as you existed either. 

“We can guarantee that they did that, because…they left a letter.” 

She slipped it out from her pocket, handing it to him. “Here it is.”

It had already been open, surely examined by police.

And what was on the paper only assured that.

It gave a location, and an amount of money to be left there.

And a special instruction.

No security.

Come alone. 

“They’re extorting you,” The detective said as Jumin looked up.

He was hardly surprised.

“I’m sure once the money is given they’ll release MC.” She murmured. “This’ll all be solved soon enough. We’ll help you carry out the details.”

“When is this supposed to happen?” 

“Tomorrow morning.” 

And the world appeared hollow until then.

He found himself emotionless to everything else, as though a dark cloud hovered over him, blankly answering questions here and there, only silent when they mentioned you.

Yet he knew he reacted somehow.

For his heart tore each time.

And his vision became blurred with tears. 

Yet when the day came, he had never been more focused.

He and his father had put your face on every news channel, website, and poster imaginable, the RFA alone offering any sort of help they could give.

But this was his best chance. 

He had to do this.

He was driven by Driver Kim to an area on the edge of the inner city, near subways and scattered apartments that appeared like a small town in it of itself.

He was instructed to wait just outside one of the apartments, the money asked for stuffed within a duffel.

He stepped out with a solemn goodbye from Driver Kim, following the directions as he approached on of the apartments, glancing to and fro for some sort of hope.

Any sort of sign from you would be enough to keep him going.

He watched the door opening, a hooded figure emerging out and walking towards him, stopping just at his side.

And they whispered.

“Follow me.” They spoke beneath their breath, a glazed expression facing Jumin. “We’ll take you to MC.” 

His face lit up, anticipation welling inside of him.

Yet, as well as skepticism. 

“Why can’t you bring her here?”

“Too many people, thanks to your worldwide ads. It’s too risky.” They huffed, nudging him as they continued on.

And he followed.

What else did he have?

He was taken farther out of the city when hotels and bars became stretched out with wide parking lots and empty property.

They curved about one of the parking lots on the farthest end, dead lights and chipped walls of the building nearby, hinting that it was abandoned.

No one around.

Yet he noticed a car on the far end as they came to it, two other figures waiting, one leaning against a rolled down window. 

And as he came closer, he watched as the car door was opened.

Revealing you.

A rope was tied around your wrists as you were lead out, staggering about before you lifted your head and saw Jumin letting out a delighted sob.

“Jumin!” You yelled, a smile he long missed painting your features.

“MC!” He rushed forward, pulling you into his arms without a second’s hesitation, holding you as if you were more valuable than any treasure the world could offer.

And you were.

“MC…you’re…you’re okay!” He laughed weakly, peppering your face in kisses, an unbelievable joy soaking him.

“You came! I knew you would!” 

“The fact that he came isn’t enough,” One of the kidnappers growled, a suddenly different tone overtaking them. “Money. Now.” 

Jumin threw the duffel towards them, humming comforting words to you as you sank against his chest. 

And a few minutes later another one of the men spoke up.

“You got it all. Good.”

“Is that all then?” Jumin frowned, shooting daggers at them.

“No, we need one more thing.” 

“That being?”

He listened to the sound of a gun being cocked, horror striking him as it saw it aimed directly at you. 

He entangled his arms tighter and more protectively around you, snarling. “What is this?”

“Only one of you can leave. You get to make that decision.” 

You were struck with terror beyond belief, clutching his sleeve as you cried out objections.

“You said you’d let us go! You said all you wanted was the money! You don’t have to do this!” 

“We’re not here to negotiate. Step back, or you both get shot.” 

You shuddered, backing away with movement heavier than cinderblocks.

Jumin listened as another was loaded and aimed at him, the cold metallic surface of the barrel pressing against his head.

“So, who’s it going to be? You corporate fat cats only care about yourselves so I guess it won’t be too hard will it?” 

“Is that why you’re doing this?” Jumin snapped. “Envy? Hatred? If you have something against me, that’s fine, but do not bring MC into this! They have done nothing wrong!” 

“You wouldn’t have come otherwise.” They shrugged. “It’s not like you’re going to change our minds. So go ahead, decide.” 

“J-Jumin please…” You whimpered. “G-Get out of here…”

He clenched his hands into fists, wanting nothing more than to embrace you, and to escape from this.

But only one of you would be leaving.

And it didn’t even take him a second to decide who.

“Shoot me.” 

You screamed out in outrage, only being held back by one of them, wailing. “Jumin don’t! Don’t do this! Please!” 


He nodded.

“Yes, shoot me. Let MC go. Do not ever hurt them again. Leave them be.”

“You can’t do this Jumin! Please! D-Don’t throw away your life for me!” 

“Well, you’ve surprised me.” The man shrugged, gesturing to the other, knocking Jumin to his knees.

And in his last moments, he looked up to you, utter love and adoration filling every inch of him, smiling just a tad.

You were here.

You’d be safe.

“Darling, a life without you, is not a life worth living.” 

And with that, the bullet left. 

And the world disappeared.

But his love for you, never would.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I really like your writing style :) If it's no trouble, could you make a hc with rfa getting a reverse proposal from MC ?(like, MC turn the table and ask for marriage/propose to rfa members, lol). How'd MC do it and maybe for bonuses, their reaction for the proposal. Oh thank you before ^^

I love this idea soooo much!!! Yes!

~Ok guys all aboard the train to marshmallow fluffs-ville

◉ Yoosung

  • You were so nervous!
  • You thought about doing an LOLOL related proposal
  • But would that be too obvious?
  • You wanted to make sure it was special, though…
  • You set up a quest for him!
  • He woke up to find a note one morning
    • Superman Yoosung! Your quest begins today! Follow the clues and complete the tasks to find your lady fair!
  • He was so intrigued and excited! He got to it right away
  • He had to complete several tasks
  • The first was a puzzle which led him to him to his first clue once completed
  • You led him to all the spots you guys frequented
  • He had to talk with people or receive special items with hidden meanings
  • His last task was approaching this hooded figure
  • It was Saeyoung in a mage’s cloak!
  • You asked him to help you out and he was more than happy
  • He asked Yoosung a series of riddles and pointed him in your direction when he answered them all
  • His heart was pounding when he saw you standing there in the park
  • He was curious to see what all of this was about
    • “Congrats, Yoosung! Your valiant efforts have unlocked a special item! Do you wish to equip?”
  • You opened the box to reveal the ring
  • His heart stopped
    • “Is this?”
    • “Will you marry me, Yoosung?” you smiled
  • His eyes got a little glassy
    • “You’re so amazing. Of course I will!”
  • He let you put the ring on his finger
    • “KISS ALREADY!!!!”
  • Saeyoung yelled
  • He was watching the whole thing from behind a tree
  • Yoosung took your face in his hands and kissed you

◉ Jumin

  • You were a little nervous
  • You know how Jumin likes to follow custom
  • But you didn’t want to wait around for him
  • You enlisted the help of Elizabeth 3rd
  • Hopefully she would help soften him up
    • “Come here, sweetie”
  • You placed the ring on her collar in the other room
    • “Jumin! Elizabeth 3rd has something for you, I think,” you called to him
  • He was sitting on the couch when she jumped into his lap
    • “Oh? What is it?”
  • He pet her and noticed the ring on her collar
    • “MC? This ring?”
  • You were blushing and sat next to him with a nod
    • “Will you marry me, Jumin?”
  • His face softened and he got that Jumin smirk of his
    • “You’re so cute, you couldn’t wait,” he beamed
  • He pressed a finger under your chin and kissed you
    • “Of course, now I have no choice but to double the ring size I was planning on giving you as an apology for making you wait…You have a strong enough finger to carry it I assume?”

◉ Zen 

  • This proposal took so much planning
  • You both got onto the subway together
  • It started moving and it was pretty quiet
    • “That’s weird…” Zen whispered to you
    • “What?”
    • “Some of these people look familiar?”
  • All of a sudden one person started singing
  • And another person joined in
  • Then the whole car was singing
    • “What is going on??” Zen looked around confused
  • Then the RFA members removed their hats and hoods and glasses and were singing too
  • Then you joined them!
  • You were all singing and dancing
  • You had asked his friends from the theater and the RFA to help sing your favorite song
  • He had the biggest smile on his face!!
  • He was so red in his cheeks!
  • Jumin was even singing pretty well and smiling
  • When it got to the end everyone got behind you and you got down on one knee and opened the ring box
    • “Zen, please marry me?” you panted
  • Everyone was hinging on his response
    • “How could I not?” he smiled so wide
  • Everyone burst out in cheers!
  • He picked you up and twirled you around before giving you a big kiss

◉ Jaehee

  • You had been planning this for months
  • You had the ring
  • And finally your custom scrabble piece had arrived in the mail
  • A small wooden square with “will you marry me” etched into it
  • It was a game you two often played together at night before bed
  • It was your chance to unwind and spend time together
  • She was brewing the tea for you both
    • “Scrabble tonight? Should I set it up?” you asked
    • “Of course, if you’re ready to lose,” she laughed
  • She brought the tea to the table and sat across from you ready to play
  • You let the game go for a bit
  • You were sweatin with nervousness
  • Finally you laid the piece down
    • “What about this?” you asked
  • She adjusted her glasses to look at it
  • She gasped and put her hands over her mouth
    • “Really?!” her eyes were watering up and she was red
  • You pulled the ring out and presented it to her
    • “Yes, will you marry me, Jaehee?”
  • She was crying a little
    • “YES! Yes, of course I will!”
  • You put the ring on her finger and kissed her
    • “I’m so happy,” she smiled and looked at the ring

◉ Saeyoung

  • It was late and you were waiting for Saeyoung to come home from work
  • He walked through the door to find the lights off
  • You were standing with a flashlight in the living room
  • You had built a tent and had a bunch of pillows and blankets on the floor
    • “What is this?” he chuckled
    • “I thought we could pretend we were camping tonight. I got this device that projects the stars so it will be realistic. We can tell ghost stories,” you got a devilish grin and flashed the light up to your face, “OOoooOOOoooO,” you wailed
  • He cracked up
    • “Sounds amazing. I’ll grab some snacks and meet you under the tent!”
  • You were surrounded by chip bags and soda
  • You were tickling each other and flashing your flashlights on each others faces
    • “Okay-okay-okay, are you ready?” you reached your hand out for the device
  • You suddenly felt nauseous and nervous
    • “Ready,” he grinned and turned off his flashlight
  • You flipped the switch and a sea of stars coated the whole room
  • Both of your mouths were opened wide in amazement
  • You pointed to a special constellation
  • There written in stars was “Saeyoung ,will you marry me?”
  • You had it specially made
  • He looked back to see you holding a ring out
  • He moved his glasses up for a second to wipe his tears
  • He was crying a little
  • But happily
    • “Come here, you”
  • He pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed the top of your head before nuzzling you
    • “Let’s get married,” he whispered happily


◉ Saeran

  • You guys had been skirting around the idea of marriage
  • And honestly you were sick of waiting for him to make a move
  • So you took things into your own hands
  • One night you had finished eating dinner
  • He was waiting on the couch
  • You usually watched a movie and had some ice cream and cuddle time before bed
    • “I found a new flavor! I think you’ll really like this one!” you called from the kitchen
  • He perked up a bit
  • He loved when you found new things for him to try
    • “Can’t wait. Now hurry up, the movie is starting.”
  • You jumped up onto the couch next to him and held the tub out for him
    • “You’re acting weird,” he looked at you funny
    • “Just…try it and tell me what you think?” you blushed
  • He looked puzzled and grabbed the ice cream carton
  • He opened it to reveal an empty carton that had been filled with foam
  • A small cut had been made to hold a ring
  • You bit your lip nervously
    • “Will you marry me, Saeran?”
  • His face went blank and his eyes went wide
  • He went pale except for his red cheeks
  • He sighed
    • “Whyyy” he groaned
  • You wanted to die
    • “…What’s wrong?” you were trying not to cry
    • “Why are you so impatient? If you’d just waited a bit longer”
  • He reached into his pocket to pull out a small black box
  • Opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring
  • Okay now you were crying
    • “Why didn’t you tell me I didn’t know yo-!”
  • He cut you off with a big kiss
  • You both put the rings on each others fingers and cuddled happily
  • You both were beaming
    • “But…MC…was there really no new ice cream flavor?”
A New Beginning pt 2

PT 1

Synopsis: After settling into your shared apartment, your friendship with Hoseok grows as Jungkook’s jealousy strengthens. 

“You’re not the only one who’s hurting.”


Hoseok X Reader, Jungkook X Reader


A/N: thank you so so much for all the love on my re edited fic! Here you go @amazzjin and thanks to a lovely friend of mine, Caitlin, for helping out and editing

Originally posted by sugutie

The film credits rolled through as you lazily dragged yourself from the couch to the buzzing phone left on the kitchen counter top, leaving Hoseok curled up in a blanket on his side of the couch. Following the sound of the phone, you traced your way around the table and chairs to the glaring screen displaying ‘Jungkookie’ across the screen.


A shaky thumb hovered over the send button as Jungkook looked down to the rehearsed line typed out on his phone. Quickly deleting the text once more, he let out a heavy breath in attempt to shake away the racing nerves, pacing around the apartment before coming to an abrupt stop and staring back at the phone screen.


[Jungkookie, 11:06]  You busy?

[Jungkookie, 11:07]  Can we meet up?

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🐕 ‘Don’t Go in the Dog Park’ Ward 🚷

inspired by night vale, a ward to keep you from entering dangerous spaces, spiritually/physically

“Dogs are not allowed in the dog park. People are not allowed in the dog park. It is possible you will see hooded figures in the dog park. Do not approach them. Do not approach the dog park. The dog park will not harm you.”

🐕 gather: rose branches, scissors, a taglock of you, your preferred warding incense, a small witch’s bottle, salt, a box to lay this spell in. 

🚷 place the witch’s bottle on one side of the box, your taglock on the other.

🐕 create a salt line down the middle

🚷 cut the tips of the rose branches’ thorns off. this is so they warn you but do not hurt. leave as much of the thorn there as you can.

🐕 lay the branch, your “fence” over the salt line

🚷 let the incense smoke waft over your side of the fence.

🐕 seal the box.

🚷 do not disturb the “dog park”. doing so will damage the ward

🐕 if you wish, you can cut the rose branch in three pieces, if you want to have a “gate” and the option to enter dangerous places

Till I See You Again (part 3)


Summary: Jace Wayland was 4 years old when he first fell in love. When he was 9 years old he lost the little girl he loved and he’s been blaming himself ever since. Seventeen years later a mundane girl with an identifying necklace walks into his life and changes him forever.

Jace Wayland X Reader

Words: 2000+

part 1 

part 2

Author’s notes: Guys this one is so long! Sorry it’s a bit of a doozy. Thanks so much for reading! I appreciate all the positive feedback. It really makes my day.

Originally posted by claraschinman

The noise of chattering woke me up. My mind woke up first, so I keep my eyes closed as I try to analyze my surroundings. I’m lying down on a bed and there are people close by, talking in whispers. The pain on my hands and my neck is gone, but there is a warm burn on my left forearm, it feels like someone put a hot cup of tea against my skin. A large whooshing sound forces my eyes open and I jump out of bed, ready to defend myself from the strangers around me. I trip over a pair of legs but strong arms grab me before I fall on the floor. I look up to see the same people from the shipyard looking at me with curiosity and the man that sits on my bed smiles. He is of Asian descent but his eyes were yellow, like a cat, and blue fog is coming out of his fingertips. He must have noticed my gawking because he laughed and shook his head towards me.

“If those big eyes become any bigger, I swear they will swallow us all. My name is Mangus Bane, I’m here to help you remember your past. Now sit, before you trip and hurt yourself again.” The man extends his hands and I take them willingly, his eyes seem trustworthy enough.

“Where am I?” I ask as I look down at myself, I’m wearing new clothes and they certainly aren’t mine, I don’t wear this much black. My attention is drawn to the burning sensation on my forearm and I look at it, someone had tattooed my forearm without my consent.

“What the hell?” I yell angrily while trying to rub the mark off my skin. “You tattooed me? Is this some kind of cult?”

“Relax biscuit. This is…sort of a cult, but a very interesting one.” The man smirks and winks at me as he traces his index finger along my forearm. I feel a tingling sensation in my blood and my veins start to glow white. Then everything happened at once.

I was suddenly standing in the middle of a flower field, there was a young woman in front of me, holding a baby and rocking it back and forth as she hums a lullaby. I recognize the song as being Lavender Blue, my fathers used to sing it to me when I was little. I am then pulled backwards and I am now standing in the same field, but this time a little boy with blonde hair was carrying a toddler on his back, they were running through the flower fields. The scene changes again, the two children were a bit older now, and they were sitting under a tree. The boy was holding a long-chained necklace and was placing around the girls’ neck. I recognize the necklace instantly, the amber was unmistakable, it’s my necklace, the one currently in my purse. I fell back on the bed and stared at the mark on my forearm.

“Are you alright?” The girl with long black hair looks at me.

“Ever since I was a child I’ve been seeing strange things. People with other faces, flying creatures. My parents took me to see a psychologist and they diagnosed me of a delusional disorder when I was 8 years old. All my life I’ve been thinking I was crazy.”

“You’re not crazy. You just have the sight. You’re one of us.”

“I….This is all too much.Take me home please. I want to go home.”

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Welcome to Night Vale starter sentences

“Show me an egg. That’s not an egg. What’s an egg? Who let you in here?“

“They come in twos. You come in twos. You, and you. KILL YOUR DOUBLE.“

“Someone’s going to kill you someday ______, and it will involve a mirror. Mark my words.”

"Oh, _____… For you freedom was never an option.”

“People are not allowed in the _______. It is possible you will see hooded figures in the _______. Do not approach them.“

“We all want to live forever, right? Wrong.”

“All hail the mighty glow cloud.“

“______ seems really proud of me, too! S/he hid from me for three days, the longest time ever!”

“We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?“

“It’s really a lack of imagination that makes children check under the bed, I mean, like monsters couldn’t be floating invisibly above you?”

“The faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home does lots of things…”

“Immortality is stupid. Think before you wish.”

“We do not have answers. I am not certain we even have questions.“


“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”

“… Everything about him/her was perfect, and I fell in love instantly.”

“…I…don’t…remember having a brother/sister…?”

“The past is always better than the present, and the future is the worst of all.”

“It’s better that I don’t read this aloud, better that you not know. Tell your family that you love them.”

“Are we living a life that’s worth the harm?”

“Getting blood out of a stone is pretty easy if you loosen your definition of ‘stone’.”

“Maybe my lazy day isn’t quite done after all…”

“Alligators. Can they kill your children? Yes.”

“Some of us are not here. We leave space for them. Space, that has been emptied by time.”

“A life of pain is the pain of life, and you can never escape it.“

“The terror you feel in quiet moments is not misplaced just mistimed.”

“Wow! That’s a very specific and painful horoscope. Thanks for nothing, stars!“

“Someone’s going to get some kind of lead poisoning.”

“I-I kicked it… and I kicked it again. Then ______ helped me pin it down and animal control tried to sedate it and I wanted to beat it to death with a hammer. But I had no hammer…I only had self control.”

“The view is literally breath-taking!”

“It also has torture cubicles…but I don’t think anyone is going to make _____ use those.”

“His/her hand has been removed because of too many overdue library books.”

“I ate one of your ______. Sorry, I got nervous. I’ll replace it with a _______ as soon as I’m mayor.”

“I myself was frozen, sure that any movement would lead to death.”

“What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs at evening? I don’t know, but I have it trapped in my closet. Send help.”

“Finally on this show; something weird to talk about!”

“What danger are we in? What mystery needs to be explored?”

“If you say guns kill people one more time, I/we will shoot you with a gun, and you will, coincidentally, die.”

“So beautiful! It is so beautiful it hurts." 

“Wait. Hold on. _______ is apparently getting agitated, and…flailing around their office and howling?”

“Vote correctly or never see your loved ones again!”

“Have you ever asked yourself… why the _______ is off limits?”

“Rabbits are not what they seem to be.”

“It feels good to have a crime-free tomorrow, doesn’t it? It makes any crimes that happen today feel justified.“

“Remember: if you see something say nothing, and drink to forget.”

“Did you just accuse my _____ of being a secret operative?”

"That was really gross!—-Do it again!”

“Do you get sexually aroused by ______? That would be weird. Not to be judgmental…but it would be weird.”

“Plastic bags. PLASTIC. BAGS.“

“A thousand ways in, no way out. Subway. Eat fresh. Eat terribly, terribly fresh. Terribly, awesomely, gruesomely, terrifyingly fresh.”

"I don’t know what this thing is that we’re living in, but it’s not the world.“

I’ve Got You- Luke Hemmings imagine

Walking down the deserted streets of the city at night is not usually something you like to do. But tonight it was your only option seeing as though you spent any money you could have used for a cab on a latte earlier today. So now here you are, walking the twelve blocks back to your flat in the rigid November air, hood pulled up to shield you from the strong wind. Looking up, you saw a familiar figure approaching quickly. Luke Hemmings lived in the apartment above yours. He was everything you wanted. While he was indeed awkward, you thought it was the cutest thing in the world. You would never admit it to him, but you knew you loved the tall, blonde boy. Smiling, you waved at him.

“Hi Luke”

“Hey Y/N” He smiled back warmly, piercing blue eyes meeting yours. “What are you doing out by yourself at night? Especially in this part of the city?” He asked with a worried look.

“No need to worry about me Lucas, I’m a big girl” You winked at him. He blushed at the name Lucas, giving you a small smile.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He leaned his head down to whisper in your ear. “There has been a lot of gang activity around here lately and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt.” He said sternly. He would never admit it to you, but sometime between having to listen to you play your loud music at ungodly hours of the night from his flat and the movie nights you two often shared, he had fallen in love with you. He admired the way you weren’t afraid of anything and of course you were absolutely stunning and any man would be lucky to be able to call you his. He wished that someday maybe he would be able to. But there were reasons he couldn’t make you his, reasons that he couldn’t explain to you without putting you in danger.

“I’ll be fine Luke. But I’ll see you back home right? Maybe you could come over and we could watch movies or something? I don’t know, whatever you want.” You tried to shrug off your offer of a date just in case he rejected you, but you wanted so badly to curl up with him and cuddle tonight.

As much as he wanted to accept your offer he knew he couldn’t be seen with anyone that he would show feelings for. He couldn’t risk your safety. You were too precious to him. “Uh, maybe some other time Y/N. I, uh, actually have plans tonight.” He lied.
You frowned, trying to hide your embarrassment and disappointment. “Yeah, maybe some other time. I’ll see you later Luke.” You mumbled, brushing past him. He watched you walk away from him with a sad longing.

You continued walking down the street and managed to almost make it home until you heard a clatter behind you. Turning to see what made the noise, you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Spinning back around towards the direction of your flat, you were met with a tall man clad in all black save the red armband on his right arm signifying that he was a part of one of the gangs that were so prominent in your city. You gasped.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? A pretty little girl out in this part of town all by her lonesome? Whatever am I to do with you, naughty girl.” He chuckled reaching up to stroke your hair making you cringe. Within an instant, four more equally large men surrounded you.

“P-please, I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything to give you I’m just trying to get home.” You were absolutely terrified and already shaking.

“Who says you don’t have anything to give us?” The tall man licked his lips. “Boys, this one’s a looker. She’ll fetch a hefty price.”

You gasped. You had heard that there were groups of men that snatched young women off the streets and sold them into slavery, you just didn’t think it happened so close to where you lived. You took a few steps back only to be met with a hard chest. A strong hand gripped your waist and you struggled to get free.

“No, please don’t hurt me!” You sobbed. Ignoring your pleas the men began to drag you into the alleyway towards a waiting van. “NO! HELP ME!” You screamed out, but it was useless. The street was deserted.

“Hey! Shut her up!” The man roughly clamped your mouth shut, muffling your screams. You kicked ferociously at any attempt to get free or shout for help. More men began to join in, and you knew there was no way you would be able to escape this. As they pushed you towards the van, suddenly you felt the man holding you harshly ripped off of you and you fell to the ground.

“Dr. Fluke!” The first man seethed. “Here to ruin our fun?” Looking up, you saw a man of tall build, standing above you. He wore a metallic suit of silver and black with an L stamped on the front and a matching mask covering his face hiding his identity from you.

“You call this fun?” He spat. “Kidnapping beautiful women and selling them to do God knows what?” He was angry. Beyond angry. How dare they touch you? He knelt down and you were met with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes that looked strikingly familiar. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” He said softly.

“I-I-I don’t know.” You whimpered. Without warning, Fluke was flung across the alley by one of the men.

“Not today Fluke, she’s ours and the boss would not appreciate you handling the merchandise.” The man grabbed your arm and attempted to heave you onto your feet. You whimpered at the harsh contact.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” Fluke roared. Suddenly a bolt of white-hot energy slammed into the man who had you and knocked him out. Fluke then directed the energy at the other men knocking them out as well. He was throwing punch after punch, kicking and taking out each man with ease, too preoccupied with the hoards of gang members to keep track of you. The first man you ran into knelt down behind you and you felt something cold and sharp pressed against your neck.

“Scream and you’ll be dead before the sound comes out” He threatened. Heaving you up he began to shuffle you away from the Fluke and the onslaught of men. Finally, Fluke looked over to where you had previously been laying. Seeing you were gone, he looked around frantically and saw you being forcibly dragged away.

“HEY! LET HER GO!” He started to power up his energy in order to get the man away from you until he noticed the knife that was up to your neck.

“One step closer and she dies.” He snarled. Helplessly you looked at your savior. Seeing you, in danger and tears in your eyes was the exact reason he was trying to avoid you yet here you were on the brink of death, or worse with nothing he could do to stop it.

Sensing his distraction with Dr. Fluke, you realized that this was the perfect moment for you to try and get away. Slowly you moved your foot so it was in the position to grind into your attacker’s foot. With a swift jerk of your foot, the man let you go and you scrambled away. With you safe, Dr. Fluke was free to electrocute the vile creature that had threatened you. “Y/N, don’t watch.” Fluke commanded. You averted your eyes, sobbing quietly. A minute later you felt yourself being lifted into strong arms. “Hey, hey, baby look at me. Y/N look at me. I’ve got you.” Fluke cooed. You met his blue eyes and it dawned on you that you had never told him your name.

“How do you know my name?” He froze, realizing his mistake. All of a sudden you realized why those eyes looked so familiar. “L-Luke? Is that you.” His eyes turned away as he tried to come up with a lie. You reached up and untied his mask, pulling it away from his face revealing to you Luke Hemmings, your neighbor and love. “But…how did you…you’re…a superhero?"You questioned, astonished that something this big had been brushed under the radar.

"I’m no hero Y/N. I just…I just try to keep people safe I guess.” He stammered. He was much more confident with his mask on than he was with it off, especially around you. “Before you say anything just let me get you home. I can run us there…I um…have super speed.”

You giggled at his awkwardness. “Be my guest Luke. Oh, I mean, Dr. Fluke.” He smiled down at you lovingly before you felt a strong gust of wind making you bury your face into Luke’s strong chest as he ran the two of you home.

Before you knew it, you were tucked safely in bed and Luke was hovering over you. “Luke, I…I don’t know how to thank you. You saved my life. If you hadn’t been there…” You felt yourself getting choked up.

“I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there Y/N.” He frowned. “But just know that I will always be there to protect you. Nothing is ever going to happen you to again okay?” He stated sternly. You nodded your head and Luke turned to go.

“Luke wait!” He looked at you expectantly. “Will you stay with me?”

He closed his eyes. Desperately wanting to slip in the sheets with you and forget about all his other responsibilities. He wanted to hold you in his arms and never let you go, feel your body molding perfectly into his, stroke your soft (y/h/c) hair. But he knew all too well what the consequences of that was and he couldn’t risk losing you. “Y/N, people like me don’t get the luxury of forming relationships. The people we care about are always targeted and then taken away from us. I am not going to risk your safety. Ever.” You frowned.

“Luke, let me decide what’s safe for me. I want you. I want to be with you. I would rather suffer through a thousand nights like this one than be without you. Please, just stay with me tonight.” You pleaded.

He held your firm gaze, trying to be strong. Hell who was he kidding, when it came to you he was weak. In two steps, he closed the gap between you and pressed his lips to your soft ones grabbing your waist and sighing into the kiss. You felt so good against him. In turn, you closed your eyes and threaded you fingers through his soft blonde locks and kissed him back with everything you had. He tasted of cinnamon and as you continued to kiss him you could feel the passion between the two of you. You could have stayed that way forever, wrapped in love and passion. You loved him and he loved you, Simple as that. But being with him was dangerous and Luke knew that all too well.

Remembering the repercussions of his actions, Luke did the hardest thing he ever had to do. He couldn’t let his enemies get to you. Squeezing his eyes shut, he broke the kiss and whispered in your ear. “I’m sorry Y/N.”

With a burst of wind he was gone, leaving your window curtains blowing in the breeze he left and your heart on the floor. You reached up to graze the lips that were pressed against his mere moments before. “I love you Luke Hemmings.” You whispered.

Miles away, above the lights of the big city, Luke could hear your voice out of all the noise. A tear escaped his eye as he smiled and whispered. “I love you too.”



Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

Sorry if some of you chanced upon my AFF and already read this but I just felt really bad for not posting anything for so long and making you guys wait so I ended up tweaking something that I’ve already wrote. Hope you guys enjoy it nevertheless, for all you fellow students who are drowning in school work, have some hugs and kisses from Jay ♡

“Where the hell is she…” Jay muttered under his breath as he paced up and down the living room.

He had gotten home slightly later than the usual from the office surprised to see that the house was empty when you had told him that you’d be back before dark and even after taking the longest shower in a long while, there was still no sign of you which was beginning to worry him. It was midnight, way past ‘before dark’ and he had texted you at least 10 times when none of his 25 calls could get through.

Sure you guys weren’t exactly on the best of terms with all the chaos that was going on after your relationship of two years was exposed a week ago, essentially turning the both of your lives upside down but it was precisely because of that that you two had decided to sit down and have a talk about it but the fact that you weren’t home as planned wasn’t only preventing him from working the situation out, but also causing him to be worried sick.

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Baby Avenger Part 1

Summary: What happens when the Avengers find a baby at their doorstep? They adopt them, of course!

A/N: So yeah… I always wondered what the team would be like around a baby, especially Nat since she can’t have children. Basically, this is an AU where everyone gets along, there was not Civil War, Pietro is alive and it’s MCU based. Now that that’s out of the way, I give you: Baby Avenger!

Warnings: Some language, mentions of wounds, stitches, shooting, blood. Also, creepy Hydra stuff maybe. ENJOY!




Originally posted by babyphotography1

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anonymous asked:

A hooded figure approaches Rung, the legs barely visible, "Rung, do you happen to know much about the demon that was lurking around here previous?'

*pops the single allotted rust stick into mouth and nibbles on carefully*

I’m afraid not. I don’t know what you’re even talking about.

Pokémon Go at 3am

Summary: Jimin kept seeing that lure appear at the Pokestop at the park close to his house and was determinate to check it out, convinced some old creep was there to abduct and molest innocent children but he found a different, very unexpected source for the lure.

Length: 2,251 words

Pairing: YoonMin

Jimin yawned loudly, blinking a few times to try and clear up his teary eyes. He should really stop staying up this late but somehow he was more productive at this time of the night, glancing at the clock on his laptop which told him that yes, he had once again passed the 3am mark.

He sighed and massaged his face. His sleep pattern was completely messed up after he had gotten his new schedule for university. He had no early morning classes so somehow he had stayed up longer and longer until he had arrived at around 3am almost everyday. He tried to not to go the bed even later but it was tempting.

With a shake of his head he shut down his laptop and stood up, stretching his arms above his head and feeling like his spine was pulled out like an accordion, one or two bones cracking which made him feel older than he actually was.

He reached for his phone blindly, swiping his thumb across the lockscreen which showed him, Taehyung and Jungkook when they had been at the amusement park a few months ago, the two younger males both munching on their cotton candy while Jimin had settled for posing for the camera with a trendy v sign next to his face which graced by a big, silly grin.

The screen was almost too bright for his tired eyes but he still opened his Pokémon Go app, a habit he had picked up over the last few weeks because he liked checking everything once more before he went to bed. His Pokémons were still all there, obviously, which made him smile but it soon disappeared into a frown because apart from the usually empty area around his avatar, save for the environment and two Pokestops in the distance, there was another one close by, the one at the park near Jimin’s house which he usually visited whenever he went out because it was barely three minutes away. What was unusual however was the purplish glitter around mentioned Pokestop, an indicator for someone setting up a lure to attract Pokémon.

It wasn’t unusual to do this and during the day it was pretty normal but it certainly wasn’t at 3am in the morning. Funny thing was that this wasn’t the first time this had happened either. Before Jimin hadn’t stayed up this late but the last week the lure had always been there around this time, sparkles flying around the spot almost innocently but Jimin had heard about way too many accidents and assaults to believe this was just a coincidence.

A weird feeling settled in his stomach and his lips pursed but he decided to ignore it for now. He really needed to go to bed and whoever was playing Pokémon at 3am in the morning should probably not trouble him this much so he washed up and went to bed without worrying about the lure.

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Title: Bundle of Joy

Character(s): Jacob Frye x Reader

Warnings: pregnant reader

Request:  Can you do a fanfic for Jacob, where the protagonist figures out that she is pregnant and has to tell Jacob. Also, love your blog! 😇😄

You had known for a few weeks now, waking up with morning sickness, the odd cravings, the sudden mood swings; all the signs were there, now all that was left to do was tell Jacob. 

You had confided with Evie about it, trusting her advice about how to approach her brother with this-she knew him best and her input was always sound, guiding you in the right direction.

Jacob had just gotten home, slipping his hood down as he rubbed at his newly raw knuckles. He had just gotten into a fight, meaning he’d still be full of energy and excitement depending on how well the brawl had gone. He seemed to be in a good enough mood, and Evie had given you a knowing look before leaving the room, giving you and Jacob your privacy. 

“Jacob,” you approached him as he walked, wringing your hands together as you mustered up whatever courage you could to tell him. You weren’t so much nervous of his reaction, or even telling him; it was just coming to terms with having something growing inside of you, the potential of life. This was a dangerous life you both lived, and you were unsure if you wanted to bring someone into it against their will. 

Jacob looked at you, raising his eyebrows in interest. “Yes, love?” He inquired, reaching his arms out and tugging you to him cheekily. His lip was split, but that didn’t stop him from smiling at you. 

“Jacob, what I need to tell you is serious.” You spoke, pushing him away slightly, hands resting on his chest. He was serious within a second, but didn’t separate himself from you. He nodded, expression now solemn as he leaned away slightly to get a good look at you. 

“Go on, love…” 

You took a deep breath, chewing your bottom lip nervously before finally speaking. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

The silence was almost deafening. 

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” You were suddenly in his arms, being spun around before being set down onto your feet once more. He wasn’t going to think about the cons that came with bearing a child and bringing them into a world like this one, for right now he’d focus on the good-he didn’t have much of that in his life, and family was very important to him and now the both of you were starting one, and he couldn’t be more elated. 

“I cannot wait to start this life with you…” 

It was your turn to smile now. 

captainjackofallfandoms  asked:

So I got my ace ring in the post and I've been wearing it for nearly two months now, I'd have thought the trial period would be over but I still haven't received my magical powers. all I can do is turn invisible but I'd really like to talk to animals. Who can I contact to chase this up?

If you’re turning invisible but not acquiring any other powers, it’s possible you received the wrong ring.  Have you been feeling extremely possessive of your ring, to the point of becoming violent or even homicidal?  Have you been feeling urges towards global domination?  Have you been approached by strange individuals, including but not limited to mysterious hooded figures (the kind on horses, not the aroace agender folks), people with unusually low height, people with unusually high etherealness, and people with unusually glowy staves?

If so, I advise contacting your nearest wizard immediately.  (Avoid, however, ones identifying themselves as “Necromancer” or “Many Colors”.)  If your condition has progressed to the point of feeling stretched, like butter spread too thin over bread, I recommend proceeding to the first Council you can find.  You can recognize it by the unusually high number of species shouting at each other.  (Be careful, however, that you do not end up at a Battle instead.)

I hope this helps.

A Long Overdue Meeting


Vax lurched upright out of sleep, gasping for breath. The nightmare that had once again plagued him still swirled in his thoughts. Vex, dead, limp. A shadowy figure approaches. He hadn’t had a good night’s rest in forever, it seemed. Hands shaking, he wiped the sweat from his face.


Startled, Vax’s eyes leapt to the window. It was open and there was a raven sitting on the windowsill, looking at him. The window shouldn’t be open. He had started closing the window out of fear of this very situation.

Suddenly, the raven sprang toward him, appearing to burst into a storm of black feathers. Vax held up his hands to protect his face as the feathers swirled around him. Everything went dark.

The darkness broke as the feathers spun away, reforming into a raven sitting upon an altar. The raven still stared at him.

Vax was not in his bedroom anymore. Quickly glancing about, despite the lack of lit lanterns or candles, Vax quickly saw that he was standing in a temple. Based on the raven motif, he could easily figure out whose.

“Your nightmares disturb me.”

From behind the altar, a shadow approached, resolving into the figure of the Raven Queen. She was adorned with black, feather-covered robes. Her hooded face was somehow blurred, indistinct; just like in the tomb. Her pale hand reached out and stroked the raven, which turned to her and pressed against her hand.

And here I am in my bedclothes. No knives, no armor, no cloak. Just great. Vax positioned himself defensively. “What do you fucking want, bitch?”

Still petting the raven, the goddess rocked the index finger of her other hand back and forth at Vax. “Now, now – language.” Surprisingly, the Raven Queen’s voice did not sound like the rough cry of a raven, or the scraping of tombstones, or rusty door hinges. It was – soft, melodious, soothing even. “I have invited you to speak with me so many times. Each time you have refused my request.”

“You mean those ravens that sit on rooftops or in trees and squawk at me? Yeah, I tried to ignore them.” Vax wanted to look for a way out, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off of the Goddess of Death. Vax slowly backed up, hoping he would spot something in his peripheral vision.

“Why won’t you speak with me, Vax?” The Raven Queen sounded – hurt?

“You know why!” Vax screamed at her, putting all of his fear, his anxiety, his hopelessness, his brokenness into his voice. “I! Will! Not! Kill! For! You!” Vax stood there, shaking.

The raven jumped at Vax’s exclamation. Soothing the raven, the goddess said, “There is no need to fear me, Vax.” Sighing, the Raven Queen moved around the altar. “Night after night, you dream of how I have ruined, and will continue to ruin, your life.”

Vax began to back up again. “Because you killed my sister, forcing me to make a deal with you! And you want me to be your assassin, instead of killing me like I expected you to!” Vax bumped into the back wall. Apparently this altar room was quite small. And without any obvious doors.

The Raven Queen moved closer. “First, I did not kill your sister. Your friend, Percy, did when he set off that necrotic energy trap. The trap was there to keep fools and the undeserving from acquiring a very powerful artifact. My artifact. The trap was made in my name, to protect my artifact, using magic gifted by me to shape necrotic energy. But the necrotic energy was not mine. I do not own necrotic energy. No god or goddess does. It just exists. I did not set the trap, I did not trigger the trap. I did not kill your sister.” The goddess stopped approaching, just out of reach.

Trapped, Vax shook even more. “Then why were you there?”

“Well, it was my temple and the tomb of my greatest champion. And, I am at every death. I am the Goddess of Death. Death is my domain.” The goddess made no other movement. She just stood there, looking at Vax with blurred eyes. “I have been at every death you have caused. At every death of a loved one, I was there.” Her voice was soft, compassionate.

“Speaking of deaths you have caused, you have been an assassin before. Why does it trouble you now?” The goddess’s head tilted to the side in question.

“I… I’m trying to change.” Vax’s voice was broken. “I don’t want to be that any more.”

The Raven Queen’s head nodded. “Your morals have shifted and plague you with guilt. And you are trying to be worthy of your love, Keyleth.” The goddess turned to inspect the decorations on the wall. “It may surprise you to learn that I approve of this change.”


The goddess nodded again. “I approve of this change. It should lead to a more fulfilling life for you.” She turned her head back to Vax. “And I want my champion to have a good life.”

Shocked, Vax stood with his mouth gaping.

The Raven Queen picked up a raven-themed bauble in her hand, turning it to look at it better. “As for assassination, I’m not going to have you to go kill everyone in a village or town. I’m not about wholesale slaughter.”

“But…! But, you’re the Goddess of Death! You want to cause death! To everybody!” Vax couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

The Raven Queen sighed, put the bauble back in its place, and turned to Vax. “And now we come to your central misunderstanding about me. I really wish you had visited my temple in Vasselheim. My priests would have explained it to you long ago.

“Kashaw’s goddess wife, Vesh, is determined to kill all life, for a reason only she knows. She is a goddess of indiscriminate, reckless massacre. But she is not the Goddess of Death.

“I am the Goddess of Death. I maintain and guard the boundary between life and the various afterlifes the gods and goddesses have established. I am at each death, where I carefully and compassionately collect the soul and escort it to its afterlife. I established the rules for resurrection, limiting it to only so long after the body has died, so that the soul doesn’t return to a too-far-decayed body and endless pain. I do not seek to cause the death of anyone.

“Well, almost anyone. Undeath is an anathema to me. It violates the boundary of death and can pull souls from their afterlife, tearing and shredding them, and force them into pain-filled servitude.” The Raven Queen’s voice was resonant with anger.

“Necromancy and those that practice it or promote it, are what I fight against.” The goddess pointed her finger at Vax. “I am disappointed that you did not try to stop that blue dragonborn necromancer, Gern.” She sighed. “But you did not know. Next time you meet Gern, kill him.

“That is what I want you for. To stop necromancy and kill those that practice it. Necromancers, undead like vampires and zombies, and followers of Orcus, the Demon Prince of the Undead, I want you to end them all. When you fought and killed the Briarwoods, you were doing the kind of work I want you to continue doing.

“You’ve already been doing the work. I just want you to do it in my name, so I can give you better weapons, powers, and protections while you do it – make you better at it.”

She paused, gauging his reception of her words, then continued. “And I am not in favor of mass murders. In this, I oppose Vesh and that Chroma Conclave. I usually don’t care how or why people die. Or even how many people die in a particular incident. Only that death’s boundary stays intact. I try to stay neutral.

“But those that kill so many, in such huge numbers, threaten the balance of death. If everything died, there would be no reason to maintain the boundary of death. My domain would disappear. With nothing left to die, death would cease to exist. In order to protect my domain, I must protect the majority of the life that helps define it.

“Also, such wanton death seems to breed necromancers. With so much death, and so many dead about, somehow people suddenly see a resource and use the dead, now undead, for their own ends. This must be stopped, so the killers must be stopped.

“In this task, I permit you to use my armor. I will allow you to use my gifts for the purpose of stopping the Chroma Conclave. Just remember that I have first claim on your effort and time, similar to how Sarenrae has claims on your friend, Pike. If you come across, or near, necromancy, I will demand that you take care of it then and there. You are my servant now. But, I won’t be a horrible master.

“Those are my conditions of our agreement, why I didn’t take your sister’s soul across the boundary of death. If you do not accept my conditions, I can kill you now - do the bargain as you had originally envisioned it: take your soul and leave hers. Or, you can live and help me fight the evil of necromancy, and maybe save your world. The choice is yours.”

Vax stared at the Raven Queen, reorganizing his thoughts. She didn’t want him to be an indiscriminate killer. She wanted him to be her champion, fighting against necromancy. This wasn’t anti-life, as he had feared. She wasn’t anti-life! This – this he could live with. He had hoped he could align himself with Sarenrae, like Pike, whom he respected greatly. But, this wasn’t bad, wasn’t evil. He could do this.

Very aware that he was standing before a goddess, Vax dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “I accept your conditions, my goddess, my queen. I will be your champion. Forgive me for my confusion and misunderstanding. I am just beginning to comprehend, but if you will have me, I am yours.”

The Raven Queen reached out and cupped Vax’s cheek, lifting his head. Vax didn’t even flinch. “I am proud of you, my champion,” she said in her soft voice. Vax now realized her voice needed to be soft and comforting because she used it to calm the recently dead souls that she escorted to their afterlifes. “You faced your fears admirably and were still open to new thoughts. Your mind was not closed in your fear. You are flexible in thought, adaptable in spirit, yet can be resolute in purpose. You will make a fine champion.

“Now go, rest.”

With the goddess’s words, Vax was enveloped in black feathers and darkness again.

The darkness broke apart into feathers that flowed into the form of a raven on his bedroom windowsill. The raven nodded to Vax, then flew off.

Vax was exhausted. That had been terrifying at the start. But, as he began to understand, hope blossomed. And with hope, the spinning thoughts in his mind had settled. Vax climbed into bed and quickly fell into an deep sleep, undisturbed by worries or nightmares.

You could say that he slept like the dead.

Marcus never usually flew to meetings. It was always so much easier to either floo or apparate places, without having to deal with the nuisance of where to put your broom after. Or worse, being forced to carry it about like a wanker. On this occasion however, and the nature of the outdoor meeting, he figured a broom might do him some good.

He hadn’t been on one in a while and nearly ran into a couple on his way over. So that’s partly why Marcus was coming in WAY too fast, like a bullet without enough room to stop. He approached at too high an altitude and had to drop at almost vertical, nearly missing the roof of a neighbouring house. The wind blew off his hood and had his heart racing more than any mission ever would. He was so close to the ground, still approaching 20 miles an hour when CRASH!

He tumbled in the grass, doing several somersaults before landing flat on top of a man. His head rested on the man’s crotch and pushed himself up, wincing loudly at a crack in his elbow.

“Wha-the? Barry?!” He exclaimed, trying to untangle himself from the boy. “The hell you doing standin’ there?” He barked, the adrenaline making him sound mean and angry.