i actually fear that she has ruined me for all other human beings

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WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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i think we’re all tired of having our characters have the same dirty little secrets. so here are some realistic secrets you can use for your characters. i am putting an overall trigger and mature warning on this. they’re in the sections of: lighthearted, hardcore, family, involving others, criminal, embarrassing, sexual, romantic, and other..

scared your secret isn’t creative - change it up! it mentions drugs? change it to sex or alcohol. something mentions family? turn that into a romantic secret! the options are endless if you change details.

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I just want to clear some things up about Solas

I’ve seen a lot of comments like, “Why can’t Solas just let the past go?

And “If Lavellan isn’t enough of a reason to not destroy this world, then what’s the point?

The short answer is it’s not about the lost empire of the elves, and it’s not about Lavellan.

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Originally posted by kths




                                                  What are you?

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Think of Me

@lostqueen1613 , @the-shadow-of-atlantis, @jxsontxdds, @miss-nerdalots, @welcometothecity

A/N: This has not been beta’d so I apologize if it isn’t the best. This is a sequel to Forget Me Not. There will probably be a part three to this lol

Dick stood there, frozen in shock at what had just happened. He watched as Y/N quietly rushed from the room before turning to Jason.

“What the actual fuck did you just do?” Dick asked quietly, trying to push back the anger he felt at his brother.

Jason lifted a brow in question before wincing. “What can I say? She was freaking me out.”

“Jason, she is your girlfriend.” Dick said, “Well, probably ‘was your girlfriend’ as I doubt you can come back from this, especially considering how awful you have treated her lately.”

Jason shook his head. “I don’t remember her at all.”

Dick studied the man lying propped up in bed for a moment. “What year is it?”

“Pfft, what kind of a question is that?” Jason scoffed.

“Just answer it.” Dick said as he sat on the bed.

“2015.” Jason said confidently.

Dick’s face paled as his fears were confirmed. “Jason… It is 2017.”

Jason was quiet for several seconds before letting out a quiet chuckle. “Nice try, Dick.”

“This isn’t a joke. This is very real and the woman that you just pushed away-” Dick’s voice rose as he gestured to the route Y/N had taken. “Is also very real and really loved you. Why she does is beyond me.”

Jason rubbed his eyes tiredly as he tried to process what Dick had just said. He didn’t want to believe it because it would mean he not only lost a year of his memory, but that he had managed to ruin another relationship. He sat like that, with his hands pressed against his eyes and taking deep breaths, for several moments. He heard Dick walk up to him and felt something being held out to him. He removed his hands and opened his eyes to find a phone in front of him.

“It’s yours.” Dick said as Jason took it. “Maybe it’ll help jog your memories.” With that, Dick turned and left the room. Leaving Jason with his thoughts.

He smoothed a thumb over the screen of the turned off phone. He steeled himself as he pressed the power button. He was met with a picture of Y/N. She looked as though she had been laughing as she turned to say something to someone. He felt his heart jump as he took in her bright eyes and wide grin. Even if he didn’t remember her, he had to admit that he wouldn’t mind being in a relationship with someone as gorgeous as her.

He wasn’t sure how he knew the password, maybe his fingers remembered what his brain could not, but he had soon unlocked the phone and was pouring over his texts. He had some to Roy and Kori, some others to his family, but his conversation history with Y/N was appeared to be almost nonstop. From flirting to grocery lists to “Good Morning/Night”s and “Stay Safes”. He shook his head as he looked at his pictures.

Again, he found a lot of Y/N. Pictures of them together, candid shots of her doing household tasks, and pictures she had left on his phone for him to find later of her face contorted in a bunch of different positions. He laughed when he saw a picture of his surprised face as Y/N gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled as he remembered the day that had been taken. They had just started dating and they were just hanging out. Y/N had suggested they take selfies as they were both incredibly bored. It had started with normal smiling pictures, when Y/N, being the mischievous imp she was, had decided to surprise him with that kiss. It had led to them forgetting all about taking selfies.

Wait, he remembered that? Jason stilled as scenes and feelings slowly flowed through his head. He didn’t have a full picture of the two years missing from his mind, but he definitely remembered more than he had before. He concentrated as he tried to build up a timeline using the memories he now had.

His side of their relationship was hesitant at first, then very soft and sweet, growing stronger and stronger, but then he got distracted. Distracted by what? Jason tried with all his might to remember. The mission. Human trafficking. Street kids. His young friends. He needed to save them. That must have been how he got hurt, but how did that affect his relationship with Y/N?

Then, he remembered. He had been finalizing all the details. Bringing everything together. She had brought him lunch and he had snapped at her. Why had he done that? He wasn’t mad with her, he just was afraid of failing those kids. And he had taken out his fear on the one person who deserved it the least. After all, she was just looking out for him. Even after he had pushed her to the side.

He could feel the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he thought about how shitty he had been to her. How could he even hope to fix this mess he had made for himself?

“You need to talk to her.” Dick said quietly.

“Anyone ever tell you it is rude to lurk in doorways.” Jason ground out at as he wiped his face.

Dick ignored him in favor of drawing nearer. “You have been a huge fucking jerk to Y/N. I don’t care if you regained your memories or not, in the very least you are going to apologize to her.”

“And what am I going to say? ‘Sorry I pushed our relationship to the backburner because I got too focused on a task and didn’t trust anyone to help me then got hurt as a result and developed amnesia and proceeded to be a dick to you.’? Yeah, that’ll fly over real well and she’ll have to forgive me.” Jason scoffed as he focused his eyes on the ceiling.

“This isn’t about her forgiving you.” Dick cried out in frustration. “This is about you admitting that you wronged her and trying to make amends. You can’t just refuse to apologize because you think she won’t forgive you. That isn’t how this works.”

Jason hated to admit it, but Dick had a point. “How soon can I get out of this bed? I’ve got some things to make right.” Jason murmured as he stared up at the ceiling.

Dick smiled at his brother’s words. “I’ll ask doc.” He said as he ran up the stairs to the kitchen where he knew Dr. Thompkins was talking with Alfred. He shot up a prayer to any higher power that would listen that it wasn’t too late for Jason to fix his mistakes.

Loki x Reader: Not A Lady

Note: My first go at this so let me know what you think!

Words: 2,611

There was nothing you hated more than being summoned but this was a meeting that you knew you’d be foolish to miss. When you’d woken up, you’d checked your phone and seen ten miscalls all from the same - blocked - number. Grudgingly, barely awake or aware of the world, you’d rung back and then spent an hour on hold. When you finally got through, you were told in the shortest tone to meet the others at the Tower for an emergency meeting.

Unfortunately, whilst the you could see the obnoxiously large tower for miles around, actually getting anywhere near it always presented a challenge. Clearly this meeting had not been kept a secret for hoards of people surrounded the building, blocking the streets all around. You pushed and shoved your way through, feeling immensely grateful that you were just another everyday human rather than one of the famous Avengers. You suspected that they’d have had even more trouble making their way in than you.

Finally reaching your destination, you nodded at the receptionist who immediately recognised you. She had your ID badge ready by the time you’d reached the desk and told you, “They’re all up there, even Thor. Whatever is going on, it must be big for him to come back.”

               "Thanks for the warning, Jan,“ you said, rubbing your eyes. You had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be your day. You clipped the badge on to your blazer pocket and looked around the entrance hallway for a clock. "How long have they been waiting?”

She gave you a look that told you that you really didn’t want to know. With a sigh, you thanked her and headed for the lift. As you ascended, you found your palms were getting sweaty. It had been years since you’d been here last and that hadn’t ended well. You could barely believe you were scared to see them again; you’d faced down far worse than the Avengers and lived. Surely this would be no worse…

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Humanity: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Could you do one where the reader just got her powers drained away and unexpectedly becomes a vampire despite the mikaelsons trying to protect and she turns off her humanity and it only come back when kol gets over his guilt of the fact his blood turned her and says he loves her to the reader. Emotional and all the mikaelsons wanting there friend back. :)

Sorry this has taken so long, but I hope you like it x

Kol Mikaelson had always said he’d enjoyed the thrill of being a witch. He’d enjoyed the power it gave him, he’d enjoyed being a child prodigy. But that was before his mother turned him into a vampire. Before he lost it all. 

The pain he’d felt was something even he would never wish on someone else. He didn’t even want his worst enemy in the entire world to experience that loss. That emptiness. 

So when it happened to Y/N Y/L/N, the young witch he’d always loved from afar, he was in disbelief. 

When she figured out to turn off her humanity, he felt nothing but guilt. 

“Well, she’s done it,” Klaus stormed into the room, his eyes flaming with the raging fire his enemies had come to fear. It was a fire shared among all of the Mikaelsons, one that a swift kill would extinguish. 

“Y/N. She’s turned off her humanity, and I’m pretty sure half of the Quarter should run for their lives.”

Kol was stunned. Any other time, he probably would have laughed, but this time-this time it was her. 

There was nothing to laugh about.

Elijah stood. Next to Kol, he was Y/N’s best friend. They bonded over books and music, and both had a capacity to remain calm even in the most dire of situations. 

That was one of the many things Kol loved about her. Not that he’d ever told her. 

He almost had, that night. That night when he healed her with his blood. She had looked so peaceful, with her eyes fluttering open to reveal those Y/E/C eyes every now and then. 

He would have told her that he loved her if she hadn’t been dying. 

Of course, at the time, he wasn’t aware she was. He wasn’t aware that healing her would cause her to turn. To lose everything she loved. 

To do this. 

Kol joined his brothers, the look of guilt so evident in his eyes. 

“I guess we’ve got to do something.”

Klaus turned on him. 

“And what, exactly, do we suggest we do? After all, Kol, this is your fault. You turned her. You made us lose our friend.”

The fire in Klaus’ eyes spread to Kol’s, however, this would not disappear with the simple action of snapping a neck, or tearing a heart from a chest. 

It would not disappear with his teeth in some unsuspecting citizen’s neck. 

It would not disappear until he got Y/N back. 

He found her in her room, sitting on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. He didn’t bother to knock. 

His eyes found hers and the expression wounded him. There was no soul, no life, just emptiness. 

“Oh would you look at that? It’s the man who ruined my life.”

That stung. 

“Y/N, I-”

“You what? You’ve come to tell me that I need to turn my humanity back on? Because Klaus has already tried. Obviously it didn’t work, so don’t waste your breath.”

Ignoring the comments that hurt his heart, that made it feel like it was about to split in two, he sat down on the bed beside her. 

“What the hell a-”

“Shut up.”

“What did you just say to me?”

“I said, shut up Y/N. Now I turned you, I’m your sire and you are going to listen to me, okay? Unless you’d like to be on the receiving end of a wooden stake.”

As the words tumbled out of his mouth, he could feel the crack down his immortal heart widening. He’d never say things like that to her ever again. He couldn’t bear being a monster to her. 

But as the next words flowed, so did Kol Mikaelson’s tears. 

“I didn’t mean to turn you. I didn’t know you were dying. And neither did you, so I’m not blaming you for this either, okay? I know what it’s like. To lose your power. To lose everything you thought made you. But it doesn’t make you, okay? I learnt the hard way that what makes you is your choices, and this- this turning off your humanity crap, is most certainly not a good choice. So you want to be you? You want to be the good person I know that you are? You need to turn it back on Y/N.”

She was silent for a moment, a look of intrigue on her face at the tremble in his voice, and the tears sliding down his cheeks. So silent, that he thought it had worked. 

He was wrong. 

She laughed. 

“And why the hell do you care? Aren’t you Kol Mikaelson? Psychotic maniac?”

That was it.

“You listen to me, Y/N Y/L/N. Believe it or not, I actually give two shits about what happens to you. And you know why? You know why I saved you? You know why I feel so bloody guilty about this entire thing? It’s because I love you. I’m in love with you. 

I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

And then, he thought one single thing. 

Screw it.

He grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her with such an intense passion that he felt dizzy. So this is what it was like to kiss her. 

She was perfect. The way she was shocked at first, the way she melted into it, into him, the way she kissed back with just as much tenacity. 

He pulled away, regrettably. There was something he needed to do first. 

“Turn it back on.”

And nodding her head, she did so. 

“You love me?” was the first thing she said. 

He nodded, smiling and brushing his thumb against her cheek. 

“I do.”

“I love you too, Kol Mikaelson.”

He smiled, the joy he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He leaned in to kiss her again, when he felt a presence by the door. 

Turning, he saw his brothers, smiling. 

“I see you brought her back,” Elijah stated, his smile almost as great as the one that seemed to grace Kol’s face. 

“He did,” Y/N leaped up, pulling both Elijah and Klaus into a hug. 

Among the muttered apologies, and tears from Y/N, Kol heard his hybrid brother whisper one thing to him. Something he’d never thought he’d hear. 

“Well done, little brother. Well done.”


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OK, I’m not usually doing this, but
…and I’m going to rant about it here since no one is most likely going to read this and not to bother my irl friends.

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Vintage Horror:The Silence Of The Lambs (1991)

“What does he do, this man you seek?”

Sometimes a whole film is condensed in one scene of it, in one single, powerful, unforgettable image. In the case of ‘The Silence Of The Lambs’, one in particular, at the beginning immediately struck me as iconic: Jodie Foster’s agent Clarice Starling is called to her boss’s desk and gets into a lift full of male FBI cadets that are all at least a head taller than her. 

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Shame/Less 5/7


A/N: I highly suggest reading the author’s notes at the end. They will put some of this in context.

You’d apologized to Tony so much for the destruction of his Italian furniture in your room that he had grown beyond sick of hearing it, and just to shut you up about paying him back, had taken the jar of quarters on your nightstand. You had a funny feeling that the jar was just sitting on a shelf in his lab, unused, and that he would return it to you once you got over feeling so horrible.

           Bucky had checked in with Steve every night for a week, and on the day he finally came back to the Tower, you were nowhere to be found, not even present for the celebratory dinner that came as a reward for finishing a mission and destroying one more HYDRA base.


           You stiffened.

           “Can I come in?”


           He peeked around the door. “Are you okay?”


           “You’re not in heat, are you?”

           “No, I’m not,” you retorted, all your frustration suddenly bubbling up at his question. “But that’s exactly what you would think, isn’t it, you disgusting piece of shit?”

           He staggered.

           “I am so fucking sick of being defined by a label that I didn’t ask for!” you shouted. “And you—you stupid, fucking asshole—you wormed your way right in, didn’t you? Hoping that one day I’d just get over everything and want to fuck you when I got in heat, that we’d bond and you could just take over my life and get me pregnant with a bunch of your little babies and make me take care of your house and spread my goddamn legs whenever you wanted me to? That’s what you fucking wanted, isn’t it? You fucking Alphas, you’re all the same, you’re soulless, predatory monsters, and all you want is a little slave to take care of everything! Well, I’m not gonna fucking have it, Alpha, I grew up in a family of those who tried to make me just that, they made sure I knew how worthless I was, how I failed them when I was born an Omega, and I swore to myself I’d never let a man make a slave out of me! And then you come along, and you make me like you, and then you go off and fuck another Omega and I realize you’ve basically manipulated me into being jealous—you’ve turned me into exactly what I never wanted to be, a mindless, obedient, sex-driven, worthless Omega! I hope you’re fucking happy with yourself!” You took a breath. “So go ahead, why don’t you fucking stick it between my legs? Come on, you fucker, it’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

           Bucky turned on his heel and left.

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The King’s Princess

Narry Version || Female POV

“Daddy, can we get ice cream on our way home?” The soft voice of Niall’s almost five-year-old daughter was quiet but completely audible to his trained ear. He glances over at her, trying to not smile at her eyes doing the best puppy dog pout.

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Dear Misogynists, Please Stop Calling Me A Sexist

I grew up in a home of feminism. That probably sounds odd, but it’s true.
My great-grandmother was a suffragette and chained herself to the gates of Buckingham Palace.
My grandmother has pictures of herself standing topless on a bridge with the words ‘Baas In Eigen Buik’ written on her belly, roughly translated that means 'I’m my own belly’s boss’.
My mum’s a gynecologist and dedicated her life to promoting protection and pregnancy prevention (what Americans may call 'planned parenthood’).
Me myself… I go to law school and I’m specializing in PIL and Human Rights (women’s rights are human rights fyi). I spend my internship giving women in forced marriages free legal advice.
Me and my mum, we used to have the 'we can do it’ poster in our hallway.

Perhaps it was not very necessary to tell you all that, but I feel it kinda was to make it clear how pissed I am, because I happen to know some shit about feminism, and sexism too. I’ve been called many things, that includes a feminazi, an internet feminist, I was told to shut my female mouth, etc etc. Ever since I’ve been openly criticizing Daenerys, I’ve been, to my shock, called something else entirely. 

Not often, no, just to make that clear, I hardly receive any hate. Many people agree with me but so often I’m told people don’t dare say what I’m saying because they’re afraid of being called out. It’s as if there’s a taboo on disliking Dany… Why? I don’t get it? Why is it not allowed to not admire her and not kiss her ass? Where is the law that prohibits me from being honest about my feelings for a character that doesn’t actually exist? How messed up it is it, that people anonymously tell me they agree, cause you know, they don’t want hate? The majority of messages I get is from super nice people, but for the first time in my life I have been called something I never expected anyone to ever call me… a sexist

Here’s my open letter to all these misogynists who have called me, and other people speaking their minds, a sexist in the past couple of days/weeks/months(/years?), and yes… I will call you a misogynist, because only people who don’t know shit about feminism, call others a sexist for criticizing and openly disliking a character who happens to have (to quote dear Emilia Clarke) tits.

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Unsolicited Opinions on the Vampire Knight Fandom War/Therapeutic Ranting

Originally posted by qkuc

First of all, I’ll give full disclosure by saying I barely deserve to call myself part of the VK fandom as a whole or the Zeki family because I have been out of the loop since 2013 when that ending killed my soul. Also, grad school ate up all my time to spend emotionally stewing in my feels about this story over the past couple of years. But I’m going to post my thoughts on the current Vampire Knight fandom war anyway because after only a week back in it, I am seriously baffled by what is going on here. I’m going to try to break my ideas down I guess for anyone reading this but it is more rant than analysis, really. 

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Sherlock was staring at him as though he was an idiot, and John wanted to scream.

It was too much. It was all too much. John could feel the tight ball in his chest tensing even more, to the point of it being painful. With each word he said, he could feel himself inching closer and closer to an explosion.

“She’s out there, she likes you, and she’s alive.” He was shaking. When did he start shaking? “Do you have the first idea how lucky you are?”

He wasn’t even upset to learn that Sherlock had deceived him into thinking Irene – the Woman – was dead. At this point, it was just another disappointment, another tiny, piercing lie to add to the pile of other piercing lies that had accumulated over the years. Lies told by Sherlock, by Mary. By John himself.

But he was upset that Sherlock was wasting the very opportunity John so desperately wanted. Although upset didn’t seem like the right word. Angry. Angry was good.

Furious was better.

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A Warm, Safe Place - Pt. 2

Originally posted by miriastar

Summary: You and Dean return to the bunker, arguing over what to do with the baby. Things escalate when Sam and Cas are added to the mix; it takes physical force to keep Cas from doing what he came to do.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,201

Warnings: mild violence, some angst, fluff.

A/N: Just. Thank you. I wish I had more words, but all I can truly say is that the response from the drabble (“A Warm, Safe Place”) has been unexpected and overwhelming. Thank you so much if you liked, commented, or were otherwise a part of turning this into a series. I appreciate every one of you so much!

This is a series! Find Part 1 here!


The bunker door slammed behind you both as you made your way down the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest, your voice echoing throughout the space. “There is only one thing with the power to do what she just did, Dean!”

His boots clambered down the stairs after yours, following you as he held her against his chest. “I know!” he whispered harshly, “Believe me, I know! But what the hell are we supposed to do here!?” You spun around, nearly slamming your hip into the table in the center of the room, stress and frustration all over your face as you looked to the beautiful baby girl in his arms. You slowed yourself down as your brain attempted to process the thousands of thoughts you had racing around your head.

“Dean,” you said softly, out of breath, your eyes still on her. “I…” There was a long pause. Your eyes were on the baby; Dean’s were glued to you. “I have no idea. There isn’t exactly a playbook for this.”

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The King’s Princess

Female POV || Narry Version

“Daddy, can we get ice cream on our way home?” The soft voice of Niall’s almost five-year-old daughter was quiet but completely audible to his trained ear. He glances over at her, trying to not smile at her eyes doing the best puppy dog pout.

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Carry me pt 3 (Saeran x MC)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Saeran/MC -you
Summary: AU where all of the RFA are completely obsessed with MC the princess of the story, they become so very obsessed with her that they keep her in a golden cage. The RFA is the bad guy and the MC is tormented by each and every one in the RFA. Until her prince comes and saves her. Or at least tries to. The Choi twins meat each other - how does the story develop? Will Saeyoung help the young prince and princess? 

Author’s Notes: Finally it is here~ pt 3! I really hope you like this part, I am actually liking it so far. Also I hope you don’t mind too much that Saeyoung is “bad” in my AU/fanfiction. But don’t worry, he still has his tsundere moments and he is not all bad~. Hope you like it! ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡



So there I was staring at the very person, that resembled me visually. If of course I wouldn’t have dyed my hair and if my eyes weren’t a different shade – we would look more like brothers. No, not just brothers but…so much more. Like we used to, he used to be my most important person in this whole world, until… he betrayed me. 

But no matter how hard I tried to change my appearance, no one could deny the resemblance we shared. The very resemblance I detested with my whole core. His expression held no emotions, if it weren’t for his clenched jaw I could have thought that he wasn’t capable of showing any emotions. We stared at each other for a while the only thing that could be heard, was the rustling of the grass and the sound of the woodland creatures. As we were both staring at each other in silence I chose to take this time to look him over.

 He wore ridiculous clothes, a sweater that was too big for him and pants that seemed to have food stains and were torn in different parts. His eyes held no emotions, but judging by his under eye circles it was evident, that he didn’t sleep enough. 

No one wanted to speak up, the tension was high. Was he here in order to destroy me, to ruin my plans of saving the only thing I ever cared about?  The princess was the only true thing I wanted to protect and cherish. And no one, not even my so called brother is going to take her from me. I had enough of this silence and us staring at each other so I took a step towards him and spoke up “Step aside. I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

He only shrugged and scratched his neck “You very well know that I cannot do that, sweet brother. You have trespassed this property and the other one inside.” His voice was provocative and he wore a lewd smirk on his face.

He dared to describe her as property? She was a human being! I could feel the heat in me rising, it was bubbling up, I could feel that soon something in me would snap, I feared what could become of me. But soon enough, the anger in me took over and I stepped towards him and grabbed at his collar and shook him. “How dare you! How dare you say she is property, you of all people should know how it feels to be captive and…” my voice was starting to break as I recalled how this excuse of a brother left me behind with the woman we called our mother, the very woman who would beat me, torture me for his own pleasure only because I was weaker than HIM! I could feel something inside of me break free and I screamed at the top of my lungs and pushed this piece of shit on the ground and started to hit on him. 


another hit 


a blow to the head 


and as I wanted to hit him again he grabbed my arms and steadied them. Who was I kidding, he had always been much stronger than me.

“I am giving you the chance to flee, go and don’t come back. If you don’t want to dirty your hands you should leave all of this behind. You can’t save her, she will stay here and be their toy, let her be. It’s far too late.”

His face was red with anger, his eyes showed signs of fear? But maybe he is afraid of their leader, naturally he doesn’t care for what happens with me or her. I, must do this, I must save her, for if she is saved – that way maybe even my soul can be salvaged.

I shook my head and I felt tears streaming down my face. “I will not give up on her, I will not live on and constantly recall the life she is living. Are you even aware of all the things they do to her? No matter what they do to her, she remains there, she has almost given up on her life, she is miserable, but the only thing that keeps her going is her kindness, is the love she feels for them. No matter who made her come here, she is not alright, she deserves more. Have you ever seen her, were you ever with her? Go and talk to her, if after you have visited her, you can still call her property and if you still believe she doesn’t deserve freedom, then we can perhaps talk about it.”

After telling him my thoughts, he finally broke the silence with a sigh, he pushed me so that we both could stand up.

“Alright. I will go see her, if and only if she is able to stir something in me…which I doubt she will, I will consider letting you trespass. But I will not help you free her. Understood?”

What is this feeling? Disbelief? “But why? Why would you agree on this?”

Then he stepped closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder “Let’s say it’s to make amends for the past.”

I shrugged his hand off and ran towards my hideout. I would stay here; I would think of her. The princess, that listened and lifted the darkness from my heart. Hopefully I would be able to rescue her, to free her. I only wish her happiness and maybe she and I will meet in our dreams tonight. I can only beg the gods, the wizards and anything that can help me, to give me strength and guide me to her arms.

But would he keep his promise?


The gatekeeper stood alone in the woods, looking back at where his brother stood just a few minutes ago, was now empty space. He had failed him in the past, he knew that it was too late to apologize, to change the past, but maybe with this small favour he would maybe help him? A long sigh escaped his mouth, he knew that what the organisation did with that poor girl was wrong and unforgivable, but he couldn’t do anything could he? He was only a puppet master, or was he the puppet? The only thing he had to do, was protect the secrets, protect her – make a schedule, when someone could visit her. It was all just for her. The only two people who haven’t visited her was V – the leader and himself – the gatekeeper. She never saw him and neither did he. 

She only heard his voice over the speaker or the phone. He did see her through the camera, but he was afraid to get closer, to clearly see how she looked. If he was looking at the situation from a safe distance – then he didn’t feel anything for her. It all seemed like a weird TV show, it was all so surreal. After a while he just didn’t care anymore, or did he? He just shut it all off, he didn’t want to know who and how she was, that way he would start to care and he didn’t deserve to care. But maybe it was time to introduce himself, so that she knows who exactly the one person is, who is not letting her escape from her hell. This would probably hurt them both, she would see eye to eye to the monster that is keeping her locked and he would see what damage his loyalty to the leader has done.

He checked his phone – it was a message from Jumin – he would return to his estate now and leave her behind. It seems they would meet sooner than he thought. He walked towards the mansion – he could easily go in and out, since he was the one who build the security, so with ease and confidence he walked towards her “room” well more or less it was a cage, but whatever. He turned off the cameras, s that they at least had some privacy. He thought of the reasons why all of the members and his brother were just so obsessed with a simple girl. He unlocked and swiftly locked the doors back as he stepped inside. 

There was a sweet scent in the air, and he heard some lovely humming. He slowly walked towards the source of the humming and there he saw – an ethereal creature, she was gazing through the window and silently singing a sad tune to herself, she was clothed in a white, sheer dress, her hair was freely cascading down her body like a blanket. Her skin shone lightly, because of the moonlight. Like in trance he walked towards her and without noticing he stumbled and hit a small table along the way towards her – making a small vase fall down and shatter.

Then the ethereal beauty looked at him with wide eyes and he finally saw her face up close, her plump lips were a beautiful pink, her cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes shone like stars. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her.

She turned her whole body towards him – with slight discomfort, since her legs were still wrapped in bandages. With a slight head tilt, she signalized him that she was confused as to who he was and what he was doing there. 

Then she put her hands on her lap and spoke up silently with her sweet voice; “How may I help you?”

Without knowing what he was doing he was stepping towards her and as there was hardly anywhere to step anymore he knelt before her and looked up at her, he felt that she would feel safer that way, if he was eye to eye with her. Then he could see that she shook in fear and as she bit her lip in discomfort this made him feel a slight pang to his chest. “What have I done?” 

By breathing in, he tried to calm himself and he decided it was for the best if he would just … introduce himself? He didn’t really know why he was so nervous and how one person could have such an impact on anyone, even on someone like him-

Hello, we haven’t met yet, my name is Saeyoung. I am a part of the rfa and I thought that it might have been time to meet face to face?”

He stared at her and she did something that he wasn’t expecting she clicked her tongue at him and stared in annoyance at him. She then tapped on the sofa and the empty space next to her. “Sit please.”

He complied to her wishes and sat near her, as he was close to her, he saw her bruised skin. Tough her skin seemed so inviting and soft, it was marked with many bruises, even if her hair was covering her like a blanket, those purple marks stood out quite strongly. So he couldn’t help but look at her with pity.

Then he saw the look she gave him, it was full of life, full of anger and hate. Were those emotions meant for him? To confirm his suspicion, she spoke up.
“No need to feel sorry for me, after all, it is you who is guilty for this situation. I know who you are, we didn’t meet but your voice haunts me, each and every time one of them visits. Your voice…I hate it. It makes me stay here, it makes me live out a life, I never wanted for myself. I might have been on a brink of death as a star, but this is not life…THIS is not living!” 

Well, this was not the obedient and silent doll he was expecting. This was living, wasn’t it? She was fighting even now, when she has hardly any strength left.

He leaned closer to her, which made her lean back, to stop her from moving away he grabbed her by the back of her hand. It excited him how she fought like a broken bird, before when she was a lifeless doll to the others, he couldn’t care less for her, but now? She was fighting so strongly, her whole body yelled out to live, her cheeks were flushed red by the anger she felt inside. With a smirk on his face he approached her and whispered in a husky tone with mocking undertones; “I am not giving you away so easily. V would never let me. Princess, you will not leave so easily. Do you understand?”

With a swift motion she slapped his hand away. She was fuming with rage. Seeing the face of the man, who kept her behind these bars awoke something in her that was resting quietly in her for a long while. Now she felt all the strength return to her. There was someone she would fight for, someone she wanted to live for and be free and no one would stand in her way. With confidence, which she thought was long gone, then she sat upwards as poised as she could and glared at the red haired man and with declared as powerfully as she could;
“I will not leave, nor will walk away, for my sweet prince - the one person who gives me strength will carry me away from here.”

The gatekeeper pulled back and started to laugh manically – he threw his head backwards and cackled crazily.

 As he calmed down he looked at her and smirked; “This is going to be an interesting game, if you truly believe you can escape by all means try – but I assure you – V will always find you.” 

He then stood up and walked away, with one last look at her he bid her his farewells “Princess, you are so much more than I ever expected, if God was an honorable man – if all my sins could ever be forgiven, I think I could have easily fallen for you and maybe I could have been the one to rescue you.”

Then she did something that he wasn’t expecting, she smiled at him and as sweetly as she could spoke; “You can’t save yourself, how could you ever save me? I bid you farewell, Saeyoung.”

My Teeth Are Like Swords

Summary: Because I like the irony of Tim Drake being a fire-breathing Drake too much…

Tim waits under the huge clock at City Hall for midnight. He doesn’t know why all city halls like to sport a giant clock like it’s all the rage, but whatever. It seems like the best place for a bit of melodrama. (Besides, he’s taken tips from the best drama queen cough starts with a ‘B’ and rhymes with juice cough). The hand strikes the top and the clock booms, each gong vibrating his body underneath the clock face and finally—finally—Tim turns eighteen.

And Tim Drake Wayne gets what he’s been waiting for.

Sparks crackle under his tongue as his pupils narrow for a moment to take in the stars through the miles of smog. His skin ripples impatiently as his mother’s magic bubbles up and wakes in his bones at last. Finally, he thinks rubbing his chest at the fire that freaking hurts thank you very much right under his sternum. That’s gonna take awhile to get used to. Finally, he smiles when he looks down his shirt to see the muted glow flickering in time with his heartbeat. Ready to burn when necessary.

It’s beyond totally rad.

Awaking his inner core is like being Robin for the first time again. Where everything is brand new: the sights, the smells, even the air tastes fresh with chemicals Tim can only begin to decipher coating his roof of his mouth. His heart beats hard at how exciting and dangerous it all is, just enough to make normal people run away screaming.

But then again when has he ever been normal?

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Mae is Mentally Ill and (a) God is (Probably) Real

ok a thing I keep seeing on Steam discussion boards and in general is people saying Mae isn’t a) mentally ill and/or b) experiencing supernatural phenomena. so let’s fucking break it down

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