just pawns in the game of life

OH MY GAWD GUYS. I JUST REALIZE SOMETHING.

LUNAFREYA IS TRYING TO HEAL ARDYN OF HIS DEMONS. SHE KNOWS SHE IS GONNA DIE, BUT SHE IS STILL TRYING TO HEAL HIM.

AND THIS LOOK:

IS THE ONE HE GIVES HER RIGHT AFTER SHE SAYS: “When the prophecy is fulfilled, all enthralled in darkness shall know peace.”

AND I AM SUDDENLY VERY SAD FOR ARDYN.

Cause Ardyn despise the gods for doing this to him, and he doesn’t wish to be a pawn in their game after his entire life is because of them. And it is only after she says those words that he attacks her. Cause he does want to be free of those demons and die– but not by the god’s prophecy. 

So, my theory for Lucifer2x14 onward…

Lucifer WILL marry Candy as an act of defiance (refusing the gf Dad picked for him etc.) but some kind of threat to her will bring him back into contact with Chloe who is going to be really hurt as she has absolutely NO IDEA why he ran since nobody told her that she was a pawn in Gods game, but being the good person she is will help save her life – cue case of the week!

I think Candy will actually turn out to be a really nice person and will spend time with Chloe and will be able to see just how much she and Lucifer really mean to each other. Once the threat passes she will be the one to go to Lucifer and tell thank him for the fun ride, but that he needs to pull his head out of his arse and see that he and Chloe are OTP. She will then head off back to Vagas with a hug and a hefty divorce settlement.

Since this is coming from someone outside the little celestial family, Lucifer will actually pay attention and run back to Chloe to try and pick things up again (because even if he can’t believe it’s real yet he’s just miserable without her). Chloe however will tell him that he really hurt her, not just by running off, but right into the bed of someone else so while she trusts him to have her back during a case, she doesn’t trust him with her heart anymore and we will be screaming at Lucifer to just tell her WHY he ran and Dad’s manipulations and INSERT WEEPING HERE!!!

Then follows episode 2x15 of painful Deckerstar angst where they awkwardly try to work together while pretending they don’t really love each other and all their friends are like MAKE UP ALREADY because you know Ella & Linda & Trixie at the very least are crewing the good ship Deckerstar.

God Johnson (2x16) shows up and FINALLY clues Chloe into the fact that yes, Lucifer really is the devil and convinces Lucifer that of course she bloody loves you, you big booby! The episode will end with the “We really need to talk” line.

Before the actually manage to work things out, Mamma Morningstar will throw a spanner in the works and 2x17 will be Lucifer trying to sort out problems with Mum and Maze (that fight scene we’ve been teased with) while desperately trying to make time to just TALK with Chloe.

I suspect 2x17 & 2x18 will be a double header as they have said 19-22 will be stand alone episode, so in 2x18 (probably right at the bloody end) they will finally be together.  If not, I think my little shipper heart will truly break.

If we’re REALLY lucky, one of the stand alone episodes will be Lucifer explaining things to Chloe – how he fell and came to earth etc because wouldn’t a scene were she’s comforting while he relives past pain be the sweetest thing ever??!? (Other than Trixie/Amenadiel hugs that is!)

What do you guys think?

Shout out to @qqueenofhades for the inspiration – I’m sure I’ve unintentionally stolen some ideas from her because she is totally amazing an the oracle of Deckestar (in my humble opinion)

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twitter draws: Dragon’s Dogma Edition (in no particular order)

im just about done with this game. ive beat daimon twice and am just hunting for level 3 armor now haha. great game. shit story but wonderful ending and gameplay. and my pawn is the most adorable thing. <3 <3 <3 i wish there was a choice to make him a life partner or something.

PS3 and PC ver DD. username: aldanaski

God made man, man made drugs, drugs made me the man I am so tell me who’s to blame?
This life Is just a game, Between him and the Devil,
Which one of them is the best and deserves the medal,

We’re the pawns and when we’re gone the game dosent actually end,
Check mate  but the game just starts back at the beginning again,
Neither one ever wins, I think they’re working together,
The Devil does whatever , wrong or right and and we call it “part of this life” or whatever

Murder, suicide, an overdose,
Mass shooting, another day, oh you know.
And we let it go because it’s “gods will”
 he loves us so much he allows murders, rape and kids being killed,

but still were told to have faith that it’s work of Satan,
but if God made all why not take his  life over millions being taken,
but again maybe I just misunderstood, but take away all the evil then all you have left is the good, right?


But what do I know I’m only just one man among many other things in this world for its all part of your plan.
Not mine my father,
but everyday that passes by this life gets  harder.

And I know I’m selfish when I pray for myself,
when I know the whole world could really use your help.
Sometimes I feel like I’m already in hell. Sometimes it’s really hard for me to tell,

So let me try this, Dear father Lord hear my words,
I’m tired of feeling pain and always getting hurt,
I want better for this life I want better for the world,
I want better for my ex because she’s an amazing girl.

I pray for the homeless because I share their pain,
 I pray for my family because they hate to see me this way,
I pray this changes and never happens again,
I pray for greater things my father  so in your name -

Amen.

—  Lyrics - “Amen”
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Namjoon: ”We chose you because you were a puppet to life.”
Jungkook: “And we thought you’d be the perfect puppet for us! You didn’t disappoint, Taetae.”

Bangtan x Riot Club au: Taehyung has always wanted to join the elitist club on campus. So when the leader and the youngest member with the purest club founding bloodline takes him in, he is far beyond ecstatic. Until he finds out he’s just a pawn in a game of chess, and it’s too late to escape.

  • what the earl of phantomhive says: Sebastian is just one of my pawns.He's helping me win my game and that's all.
  • what he actually means: Sebastian is my saviour, my sexy dark knight, what's a king without a knight .He makes my life complete , i love him to death , he keeps me warm when it's cold, he keeps me satisfied when desire is burning inside of me.My hot demon , my love , my other half .we've bee through a lot together .Him and I, Us , trust, words i can't spell without Sebastian.Sebastiaaaan , sebastian , sbastian ...

anonymous asked:

Larries treat everyone like pawns in a game with no life. What are they gonna do? Just hit Eleanor up and say "drop everything you're doing, we need u to beard for a while, the kids not cutting it" that seems more plausible to them than Louis reconnecting with an old friend whom he dated for years? Years!

……yes

I mean they think it more plausible that someone has rented out a baby for a year than that Louis just… had one.

The King And The Pawn

Word Count: 1,387

Summary:  In chess one cannot control everything. Sometimes a game takes an unexpected turn, in which beauty begins to emerge. Both players are always instrumental in this.
- Vladimir Kramnik

Chess Series, Part 1

Part 1: The King and The Pawn
Part 2: The Queen and The Rook
Part 3: Smothered Mate
Part 4 (End): Checkmate




Graduation is supposed to be one of the best days of your life.

Every student’s dream, their happiest moment, a day that they feel like all of their hard work finally paid off.  After years of falling asleep on library desks, sleepless nights just before the finals and the classes of annoying instructors, they are finally free.

Well, that’s what I thought anyway.

 

“Here for the interview?” asked the female staff at the front desk with a fake smile.

Her platinum hair was tied to a bun on the top of her small head, an attempt to make it seem bigger. Her age was only starting to show on her face, wrinkles beside her eyes clearly new.

“Indeed.”

“Please follow me.”  She said turning her back and walking quickly. “You are the first appointment today. But sadly they will start the interview a little bit later than usual.”

“Is there a problem?” I turned my attention towards the empty room in front of me.

“Head of the Economics department is out at the moment because of a last minute inconvenience I am afraid. I beg your patience.” she replied with a stern face “In the meantime please make yourself comfortable.”

But not everything goes as we plan in life.

The moment you step out of your castle that protected you through the years, you are forced to see the reality, the scary truth and step into adulthood.

Well done for graduating.

Now find a job.

But they never guide you. Never tell you where you can find one. And you can’t just scream at them, ask how. Because other generations are now blind to the truth they have created.

So when the opportunity came to my feet, I embraced it. Even though it wasn’t what I was asking for.

“Thank you.” I said before she left the room.

The atmosphere was too dark considering the sun that shined outside. The walls were a deep shade of burgundy, matching the black tiles that covered the floor. Two seating areas were stationed across from each other and were separated by a few tables. The furniture was colored with rich black and golden details. Such sophisticated taste, whomever it belonged to, made me feel more at ease, as I was at the right place.

Walking towards one of the tables I realized it was occupied by a chess board before sitting down.

Playing against yourself is considered absurd by many, but I like to think that it is actually perfectly normal.

Isn’t life a game that you play alone after all?

The resemblance is surprisingly high if one looks closely. It is up to you to choose what you want to be. Do you wish to be a pawn, or be the king? Are you powerful like the queen or unusual and unique like the knight?

You have to calculate your every move, even though you can’t always take the steps you want to take.

I stood up and walked to the other side, bending slightly and moving another pawn before returning to my previous position. Just after adjusting my outfit I realized the silhouette that was standing silently next to the grand doors, with a questionable gaze, ghost of a smile playing in the corners of his lips.

He was wearing a black turtleneck and a dotted suit that would look ridiculous on someone else, but somehow it fitted him perfectly. His bit loafers were silent, betraying his firm steps as he approached, his hands in his pockets.


“Mind if I join?” he asked with a deep voice before taking the seat, not waiting for my answer.

I sat down after a minute of considering whether to be annoyed or amused by the intruder. His movements were graceful as he made himself comfortable in the small seat and reorganized the pieces quickly before gesturing me to start.

“Here for the interview as well?” I asked, moving one of the pawns.

He gave out a chuckle and looked behind his lashes, not bothering to move his head.

“How do you know I don’t work here already?” he replied with a playful tone.

Lifting one of my brows up I stared at him, hoping he would lower his gaze, only to fail and look at the board once again.

“Too young to be in a position high enough for them to let you wander around the building freely.” I said with a mocking tone “With attire like yours I would say a rich family? Private university I suppose. Confident stance that begs for attention.”

“I see.” He said smiling “Are you always this quick to label people?”

“Only if they are my competition.” I answered, concentrating to the board after his move.

“We are talking about a small position here.”

His blond hair was blinding under the lights that illuminated the room. Placing his phone on the table he lightly touched the corners and fixed the pieces that now rested on the side.

“I wouldn’t expect you to understand the unemployment levels or the struggle our generation has to face when it comes to finding a stable job. It is not just a small position.” I replied with a smug expression that I couldn’t stop showing when I saw his startled face.

“The job market is the worst it has been since great depression.” He said holding his chin and lowering his gaze “I am not as empty as you think.”

He moved the bishop to the side before facing me once again. He tilted his head slightly to the left and waited for my next move.


“But there must be another reason you want this position.” He continued “You don’t seem like the type to chase a hollow satisfaction such as money.”

“Ah so now you are analyzing my psychology.”

“I don’t believe in psychology.” He said, smiling “I believe in good moves.”

“Bobby Fischer, one of the greatest chess players of all time.” I said, referring the quote he used. His smile grew bigger as he nodded. “But also a troubled human being with obvious personal problems.” I continued, trying to get rid of the self-satisfied expression his face supported.

To my dismay he let out a genuine laugh, his hands moving across the board quickly. “I don’t take pride in that.”

I smiled slightly. “To answer your question, I want change.”

“Change?” he asked, clearly troubled.

“This company needs a fresh air if you ask me.”

“And you believe you can bring that.” He said, folding his arms across his chest.

“I know I can bring that. Well, more than anyone else anyway.”

“Who would believe such an alluring face would mask the most competitive personality behind it.”

As the pieces that stayed in the board decreased by the minute he turned his attention towards me rather than the game.


“Flirting with your opponent must be against the rules.” I said smirking.

“Attraction is an emotion that many feel Miss.”

“So is affliction.”

“Is that a threat?” he smiled leaning back and smoothing his perfectly styled hair.

“Maybe.” I replied “If you are into that kind of thing.” I said as he chuckled darkly.

“I am open for suggestions.”

His hands started playing with the small pen he took out from his pocket.

“Checkmate.” I announced smiling “Maybe another time.”


He winked and opened his mouth to say something but stopped once the doors burst open, revealing a man at the other side, troubled by the paperwork that he was trying to hold. He was an older gentleman with a clean suit and a long coat.

“I am sorry for being late we can start the interview rig-“ he paused once his eyes left mine and saw the man standing next to me. “Sir! I wasn’t informed you would be visiting today.”

“It was a last minute decision.” He replied before averting his gaze to me “I don’t think the interview will be necessary. She can start tomorrow.”

Confused and baffled I looked between the two men, expecting an explanation. He finally took a few more steps before standing in front of me.

“I don’t think I’ve introduced myself but I have an idea who you are.” He gestured the papers the other man was holding before offering his hand.

“Kim Namjoon.” He said, slightly smiling.

“Your boss.”




Well here is some Namjoon for you… Should I turn this into an office series?

If you want a second part just let me know!

Please know that English is not my first language so if you see a mistake you can message me privately.


I would love to hear feedback from you guys.


Photo cr/from: Official facebook

Edited by a friend.


The story is mine. Do not copy without my permission.

Anyway thank you for reading. Have a nice day!

-Eris

Lyria

Let’s just talk about how Lyria thought Rowan was her real mate. She could’ve had a mate, a real mate. She was a pawn in Maeve’s game to break Rowan She could’ve lived a long happy life Lyria died because Maeve needed her to Maeve killed Lyria and her child Lyria deserved better, she deserved a life that was her own, not a life that was controlled by Maeve

there is something to be said about the moments that we wish we could do over — from the small embarrassments to the wounds that we allow ourselves to marinate in for decades
i used to fasten myself tightly onto the idea that if i had just not met that one person, or made that one mistake, my pawn in the game of life would win this time

i will tell you what would’ve happened if i really had not met that one person, or made that one mistake

i would’ve missed years of getting myself entangled with new lives, creating a messy web of different frequencies and heartbeats entertwined somehow with one another
i would’ve missed years of planting roots and trees, chewing bubblegum, buying a souvenier i love from a museum i hate, trying variations of mango smoothies, writing letters with permanent pens to temporary people
i would’ve missed years of consuming knowledge i would gain from losing an ex-lover, littering their things in the fireplace, and eventually allowing my heart to swell up again for someone else
and i would’ve missed years of committing sin, committing time, learning to someday commit myself

there is something to be said about dumb assignments that ask you to write letters to your past self, as if you could do over something, as if you should.
you are meant to marinate in these mistakes for decades, to learn from them, to soak up the ounces of hate and love and soon-to-be-forgotten memories

so here is my message to my past self: i hope you fuck up; i hope you unforgettably, grotesquely, royally fuck up.

—  i’d do it all again

anonymous asked:

Can you do a head canon thing for what it'll be like being Lord Voldemort's daughter?

  • Living in constant fear; fear of your father, fear of being killed, fear of living; it’s just constant fear.
  • He’s not there for you, ever. He’s not a good father in the slightest. He doesn’t try at all so there’s that lack of communication, lack of bonding
  • He’s manipulative and uses you to his advantage. He would kill you for but in the sense that you’re a pawn in his game he’s not ready to lose.
  • You’re given a lot of things in life; people naturally fear you due to who your father is and so, you’re given a lot of things without trying and that’s not the greatest feeling.
  • Trying to convince people that you’re not anything like your father.
Lionhearted

When I was younger always out spoken,
Always choking,
On my words too afraid to talk,
couldn’t even walk,
Till I was five,
for years I would ask God why am I even alive,
People telling me no putting me down but that gave me drive,
Growing up surrounded in negativity I thrived,
Always having a smile on my face, even though I felt out of place,
Always being told I’m a special case,
Being told I got a big heart the one of lion,
No matter what always trying,
My best,
always out working the rest,
life is just a big game of chess,
They are just pawns and I’m the king handed me my crown,
There’s no way they could ever bring me down,

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I don’t enjoy playing… Because it was a game that was born during a brutal age when life counted for little. Everyone believed that some people were worth more than others. Kings and pawns. I don’t think that anyone is worth more than anyone else… Chess is just a game. Real people are not pieces. You can’t assign more value to some of them and not others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice. The lesson is that anyone who looks on the world as if it was a game of chess, deserves to lose.

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“You asked me to teach you chess and I’ve done that. It’s a useful mental exercise. And through the years, many thinkers have been fascinated by it. But I don’t enjoy playing. Do you know why not? Because it was a game that was born during a brutal age, when life counted for little. And everyone believed that some people were worth more than others. Kings and pawns. I don’t think that anyone is worth more than anyone else. I don’t envy you the decisions you’re gonna have to make. And one day I’ll be gone, and you’ll have no one to talk to. But if you remember nothing else, please remember this. Chess is just a game. Real people aren’t pieces. And you can’t assign more value to some of them than to others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice. The lesson is that anyone who looks on the world as if it was a game of chess deserves to lose.” - Harold Finch

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River Song Appreciation Week, Favourite Episode:
The Wedding of River Song

River has throughout her life been treated like a pawn, been used (and mis-used and hurt and abused and exploited) for other people’s ends and moved across the board over and over… That is the River at Lake Silencio. Someone who has been moved one time too many and will rather let universes collapse than be forced against her will again.

The key turns out to be just the same as in the real match - concede the game. Stop trying to force her, stop using her, and instead acknowledge her for what she is - his equal, his partner, his Queen, his wife. And so they play the game together.“ [x]

Swallow Your Sleep | Chapter Seven

Summary: Sakura knew that planning to kill a Kage wouldn’t be easy, so abandoning her life was a price she was willing to pay to get the job done. But becoming a pawn in a game she wasn’t ready to play had never been part of the plan. “You’ve always been so foolish, Sakura.” Rated M for future content. SasuSaku.

A/N: sorry about the wait. self-medicating fucks with my attention span. (stay sober, kids.) meaning I can’t write for shit. here’s this. next chapter should be out around/just after the new year.

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They didn’t call it the Hidden Rain for nothing.

Before they’d even gotten to the village, they’d been faced with heavy, relentless rain pelting their backs and soaking their clothes. It was miserable, and their cloaks did very little to protect their bodies from the cold once they were wet.

The sun had set a few hours ago, taking the warmth of the summer with it. They’d been quietly wandering around the village ever since, being careful so that they’d go undetected. This is when Sakura truly began to feel like a rogue. Hiding in the shadows, travelling silently, leaving no trace behind. It made the experience feel so surreal, and it made her anxiety fly through the roof.

“Someone is watching us,” Karin whispered to them soon after they started walking through the streets, “I can sense them circling us every now and then, but they’re only observing us. It’s a pretty big signature.”

“Keep an eye on it,” Sasuke instructed as they walked amongst the shadows. “If it starts getting closer, let us know. Until then, everyone else disregard it.”

Drawing her cloak tighter around her, as if seeking it’s warmth despite the fact that it was soaked, Sakura shuffled closer to Karin. “Any sign of any larger signatures yet?”

The woman shook her head. “Not besides the one watching us. But I’m still—” She paused, turning around and stopping abruptly.

“What?” Sakura asked, alarmed by her sudden change in body language.

“There a new chakra signature. A big one,” she spoke a little louder so the rest of their team could hear. “It’s… not approaching, but it knows we’re here.”

“It could be Kakashi,” Sakura’s eyes widened as she looked in the direction that Karin was staring. “We should go look—“

“No.” Sasuke’s voice was stern. “Karin, can you keep an eye on both?” When she nodded, he turned back around and began walking again. “We are going to wait.”

Before Sakura could speak up, everyone was already walking away. The urge to simply run to see if it was truly Kakashi was overwhelming, but she couldn’t risk it in case it was an enemy, or someone from Konoha. She also could jeopardize whatever arrangement she had currently with Sasuke. And if she had to follow his increasingly frustrating orders, she supposed she had to deal with them for as long as it took to dispose of Danzo.

“It’s coming this way,” Karin blurted out, several minutes later, “the second signature I sensed. It’s on the way here and it’s moving fast.”

“Get ready,” Sasuke spoke lowly, and when Sakura turned to face him, he was out of sight completely. Watching as Juugo slinked into the shadows and Suigetsu leaned against a building, both hands clasped tightly around his sword, she figured she needed to brace herself, too.

Bringing chakra into her fists, she mimicked Suigetsu’s stance on the opposite side of the dark street. Karin kept close to her side, and for that she was thankful.

“Where is it?” Sakura spoke quietly, eyes flickering across the street, up to the rooftops, and to each intersection and street corner she could see.

“I—“ Karin looked nervous, “It just disappeared. I don’t know—“

Sasuke was in front of them before Karin could finish her sentence, sword drawn and cloak fluttering behind him. “Get down, now.”

Karin immediately listened, backing away quickly until she was hidden in the shadows back toward where Juugo had disappeared, but Sakura wasn’t about to back away from a fight. So as Sasuke deflected a couple of kunai and shot up toward the rooftops, Sakura jumped right after him.

The rain wasn’t helping her in terms of visibility, but she could see clearly enough ahead of her that she wasn’t in any danger of tripping or running into anything.

Thinking that Sasuke would just disregard her presence as she followed him, she let out a surprised squeak when he was at her side, his hand gripping her upper arm tightly.

“Did you not hear me?” He snapped, his voice low. “Get back, now.”

“And stay out of this fight?” Sakura tried pulling her arm out of his grip but he simply tightened his hold. “No, I’m coming with you.”

“I’m in charge here,” he growled, losing his patience, “so you have to listen to me.”

“Not a chance,” she spat back, yanking once more and freeing herself from his grip.

Before Sasuke could spit back another retort, he was jumping backward in order to avoid a flurry of shuriken being tossed his way. Shifting to her side she turned her attention toward where the weapons had come from, lowering her body and taking a defensive stance. But when she felt a gust of wind behind her, she knew that the shuriken had been nothing more than a distraction.

Tumbling out of the way, she flew forward, rolling until she was back on her feet before jumping to another rooftop. She had just barely heard the sound of a kunai slicing through the air behind where she’d stood. Too close of a call for her liking.

And Sasuke was there again, red eyes glowing in the night. For a split second she thought he was charging at her, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against him while simultaneously lifting his sword with his opposite arm, she gasped.

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I don’t enjoy playing. Because it was a game that was born during a brutal age when life counted for little. Everyone believed that some people were worth more than others. Kings and pawns. I don’t think that anyone is worth more than anyone else. Chess is just a game. Real people are not pieces. You can’t assign more value to some of them than to others. Not to me. Not to anyone. People are not a thing that you can sacrifice. The lesson is that anyone who looks on the world as if it was a game of chess deserves to lose.
—  Harold Finch (Person of Interest)