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The Zodiac Signs as Lana Del Rey Quotes

Aries: “The luxury we have as a younger generation is being able to figure out where we want to go from here.”

Taurus: “It has been a lifelong ambition and desire. To have a defined life and a defined world to life in.”

Gemini: “I’m one of those people who believes words are some of the last forms of magic at exist.”

Cancer: “I never say Coney Island when it had all its big attractions. But there was something desperate about the boardwalk and I related.”

Leo: “People just want to see me go off the rails. That’s the only reason they’re watching. They just want to see what happens.”

Virgo: “I felt I lived most of my life divided into two states of either fear or love.”

Libra: “I used to wonder if it was god’s plan that I should be alone for so much of my life. But I found peace. I found happiness within people and the world.”

Scorpio: “I think obsession is a good word to talk about. I live in my obsessions and then the music comes from there.”

Sagittarius: “I mean, life is a honeymoon, y’know? Life, love, paradise, freedoms, that’s forever.”

Capricorn: “Nobody has ever asked me to smile in their pictures. They want me to seem sad.”

Aquarius: “Being human is difficult. Some people make it more difficult than others. I was one of those people.”

Pisces: “I have had some very practical, down to earth advise about love that I choose not to follow.”

The small Dork and the Artist pt.2

I wanted to continue what @That-Punny-Cookie started, even if it was my other account that I deleted, I had a feeling nobody would believe me and all.
Just saying, the One-Shot wasn’t supposed to be submitted, it was a draft ;w;
But, just saying, the day I found out you replied…




Error poked the chocolate softly.

It looked yummy.

And Error wanted to eat something.

Error gently picked up the chocolate while Ink watched, curious for what his rescuing to chocolate will be. Error took a small nibble of the chocolate (that wasn’t wrapped) slowly and cautiously. His eye lights lit up slightly at the sweet taste. Instead of chomping down the chocolate greedily, Error instead took quick but small nibbles of the chocolate. Ink giggled at the small glitchy child.

”Hey, what’s your name?“ Ink asked, “I’m Ink. You can call me anything but shorty.”

Error looked up at Ink, blinking a little, putting down the (very tasty) chocolate bar.

Error sat down a little more properly, sitting on his bum. (Is that more proper, or does it not make a difference? I don’t know, whoops-)

“My NaMe iS Error,“ Error murmured softly. Ink leaned in a little, humming in question. “What did you say?” Ink asked politely. Error tooonin a deep breath and looked Ink straight in the eye with slight bravery.

”Error,“ Error repeated confidently, “My NaMe Is Error.”

Ink smiled brightly, crawling closer to Error. ”That’s a great name! Do you mind if I call you … Hmm … RuRu, perhaps?“ Ink asked. Error rose his ‘eyebrows.’ “WhO Is ’RuRu’¿” Error asked back. Ink giggled, scooting a little closer to Error.

“Your RuRu, silly!“ Ink smiled, pointing to Error. Error pointed to himself, “mE¿ bUt, I’m ErRor!” Error protested, “nOt rUrU!”

Ink grinned, “If I call you RuRu, you can call me anything you want. If you like, you can call me shorty, even if I’m taller than you,“ Ink suggested, scooting until he was normal length from Error.

Error puffed his cheeks and and crossed his arms, “I-i’m nOt GonNA aLwAyS bE shOrT! I-i’lL grOw Up!“ Error huffed, “i’lL grOw Up TO bE tAlL!”

Ink rolled his eyes playfully. “Suuuuuure. Hehe. Anyway, want to leave this awful place?“ Ink asked Error. Error gasped and stood up quickly, “yEs PleAsE, InK!” Error smiled, which Ink returned. The artist stood up, and realized how short Error was. Even wearing shoes, Error was just a little shorter than Inks elbow.

’Oh my gosh,’ Ink squealed internally, ’He’s so short!’ Ink internally fangirled at how cute Error is. ‘But, I also wonder, will Error be able to go through the portal himself?’ Ink asked himself. He shrugged and opened a portal using his paintbrush. Almost immediately, Error hid behind Ink.

“WhAt Is ThAt… ?” Error asked nervously, grabbing onto Inks clothes. Ink turned a little, looking down at the nervous child.

“That, RuRu, is a portal. It will take us away from here,” Ink smiled happily. Error still hid behind Ink.

The artist turned around completely, grabbing Error and placing him onto his hip. Error squeaked and grabbed onto Ink for his dear life.

Ink looked at Error, “Are you ready? We’re going to walk through the portal.“ Error nodded, grabbing onto Ink even more tightly.

’He might fall asleep when we go through the portal,’ Ink thought, ’Probably because of his unsteady magic.’

After that thought, Ink stepped through his portal, entering his guest room in his home.

Which was thankfully not covered in enough papers to not be considered a room anymore. The room was quite plain. If had a twin sized bed in the middle of the room, pressed against the wall. On the right of the bed was a desk, papers and pencils scattered around the wooden surface. It was a plain looking room as mention earlier.
Ink turned to check if Error had fallen asleep.

Yup, he is.

Ink picked up Error and placed him onto the guest bed, tucking him in.

Ink sat next to Errors bed, just in case Error wakes up and gets scared, or something along those lines. Ink wants to be next to the glitchy skeleton, he wants to know if he’s okay, he wants to make sure nobody is messing with Error.
The artist stroked Error’s head in a comforting manner, hoping too sooth the skeletons nervous nerves from going through portal earlier.

“I will watch over you, no matter what. Your my small little dork.”

Before y'all start screaming about stuff I messed up
I thought that Error wouldn’t have hapephobia(? Is that his you spell it?) because he wasn’t stuck in the void for a heck of a long time. So he didn’t mind the touching. (Or, maybe I didn’t want to write angst/feels ;w;)

(I’ve gotten sucked into child!error x Ink to the point where I’m drawing them in class XD)

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Unu says: You didn’t have a title so I felt free to name the story, haha. I’m good at naming things, did you know that? |D

Anyway, this is just so cute! You guys keep submitting so cute fanfics to me and just… hnnngh <3<3<3

Thanks for continuing the story. And you’re welcome for the response, I guess? Though I’m still recovering from that train hitting me last time and stuff~

les mis + lemony snicket quotes

Jean Valjean: Sometimes even in the most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good fortune.
Javert: It is very annoying to be proven wrong, particularly when you are really right and the person who is really wrong is the one who is proving you wrong and proving himself, wrongly, right. Right?
Fantine: Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
Marius: Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
Cosette: One cannot spend forever sitting and solving the mysteries of one’s history.
Enjolras: No reality has the power to dispel a dream.
Combeferre: Arguing with somebody is never pleasant, but sometimes it is useful and necessary to do so.
Courfeyrac: I’m sure you have heard it said that appearance does not matter so much, and that it is what what’s on the inside that counts. This is, of course, utter nonsense, because if it were true then people who were good on the inside would never have to comb their hair or take a bath, and the whole world would smell even worse than it already does.
Jehan: If you have ever found yourself sitting in the darkness with a flashlight, you may have experienced the feeling that something is lurking just beyond the circle of light that a flashlight makes, and reading poem about dead men is not a good way to make yourself feel better.
Feuilly: All the secrets of the world are contained in books. Read at your own risk.
Joly: If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.
Bossuet: If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say in a pleasant and hopeful voice, “Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore, but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed,” but most of us would say something more along the lines of, “Aaaaah! My arm! My arm!
Bahorel: Just because something is traditional is no reason to do it, of course.
Grantaire: Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother’s wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.

bonus: Victor Hugo: In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle.

The History of Tumblr

Okay, so let’s get this out of the way first. Nobody knows when Tumblr was first invented. Don’t ask me why, just nobody ever bothered to record that it seems. Tumblr wasn’t invented by David Karp. Karp just happened to be some hapless twenty something that became irrevocably attached to it at some point in time. For the longest time, Karp was the only staff member at Tumblr HQ where he was commanded by what he described as a “formless and faceless entity” to do a number of trivial programming tasks in order to maintain the site which, in its earliest known form, was a social Networking website for priests but was actually primarily used by the Russian Mafia in order to deal drugs.

The Russian Mafia became more involved in the inner workings of the website, demanding that Karp - who, at the time, regularly dressed like this:

make major changes to the website in order for it to be more encrypted. Karp, lacking the coding prowess to do this, and perhaps intimidated by the formless and faceless entity that shouted orders at him, in a voice that was both oddly alien but uncomfortably familiar, from the dirty, unused, rat-infested bedroom of Tumblr HQ, which Karp began living at full time, completely failed to do this which lead to the Russian Mafia unleashing a costly, unceasing DDOS attack on the website for two years. During this time David Karp, believing he had escaped the formless and faceless entity that lived in the unused bedroom in Tumblr HQ, began to travel the world and thought that he might settle down with a pretty Scandinavian lady named Gennifer. This would not be, as Karp was still at Tumblr HQ but hallucinating the entirety of his freedom.

After the DDOS - which in reality was miserable failure - ended, the formless and faceless entity that lived in the unused bedroom in Tumblr HQ, attacked Karp, putting him into a deep coma, a state in which he still remains to this day.

It was during this time that Tumblr purchased Yahoo. That’s right TUMBLR purchased YAHOO. Tumblr, now free of any governing force, to the extent that Karp could be considered a governing force, began to run itself autonomously - perhaps due to its nature of being a sort of extension of the formless and faceless entity that lived in the unused bedroom in Tumblr HQ - an HQ, mind you, that is located in the basement of an abandoned Sheetz. Visiting this Sheetz, which some Tumblrinas wish to do, is highly unrecommended. This Tumblr Sheetz is superficially like any other Sheetz, it doesn’t even appear to be abandoned even though it actually is. Going to this seemingly normal Sheetz, located where one would expect the ritzy Silicon Valley offices of Tumblr HQ to be, is an incredibly bad idea. It’s not because of the “employees” that inhabit it and act much like you would expect employees of Sheetz to act. It’s also not because of the digital menus they provided there where you can customize any meal to your heart’s content and is very much like your regular Sheetz’s menu, though perhaps a bit more diverse. No, it’s because of the overwhelming urge you, as a Tumblr user yourself, may get to travel into that basement where, penetrating the space between the surface and subsurface of the building, you’ll the notice the building has been entirely abandoned with the exception of the basement where you’ll see the faint Tumblr Blue glow emanating from deep within. And you’ll be drawn ever closer to the source of that light to meet Tumblr Staff. The same staff, mind you, that never does their job or out right maligns their userbase. You’ll want to meet them, perhaps shake hands with the tie belt guy, and you’ll meet them. You’ll walk into that dirty, unused, rat-infested bedroom and you’ll never come back out again.

anonymous asked:

"detain people trying to be discreet but aren't at all" is this about Jikook's date at ISAC that one year?


And I love how you’re calling it a straight up date because it straight up was XD

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Stupid Feelings (Part 2)

Originally posted by nessa007

Part one here

Anon requests: Hello! I saw your recent imagine if stupid feelings and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 it was really good!!!

boy howdy pls tell me you’re writing a second part for stupid feelings bc I’m dying for more!!!!

please, put stupid feelings 2 on the top of you list!<33

Part 2 for stupid feelings?

Pairing: Betty x Jughead x Reader

Description: Based off of Ed Sheeran’s new song “Happier,” we get a look at the difficult healing process (Y/N) goes through.

Warnings: heartbreak?

Word count: 942

A/N: i didn’t expect for this to go up until Wednesday, but I finished it really quickly so I figured I’d put it up today. you are not getting a happy ending in this series fyi

Walking down 29th and park

I saw you in another’s arms

Only a month we’ve been apart

You look happier

It had been a month since I last spoke to Jughead.  I told him I needed time, but at this point I doubted if we could ever restore the relationship we once had.  It hurt too much to even see him in the school hallways, nonetheless actually talk to him.  Our last moment together kept replaying itself in my mind: the little glimmer of hope that I had thinking maybe he liked me back, the look of shock on his face after my confession, and the words that shattered my heart.  Of course he liked Betty.

Sometimes I would see them in the hallway together, walking next to each other.  Both of them always wore huge smiles on their faces, and their arms were constantly brushing.  The sight always pained me, and before Jughead could turn his head to look at me, I dashed away.  

Saw you walk inside a bar

He said something to make you laugh

I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours

Yeah you look happier, you do

I walked into the student lounge, headed straight for the vending machine.  Not wanting to spend too much time there, I kept my head down and avoided eye contact with everyone.  I approached the vending machine and inserted my cash and selected the chips that I wanted.  A loud giggle caught my attention, and my curiosity got the best of me causing me to turn around.  I whirled around and saw Jughead and Betty sitting together on the couch, his arm nonchalantly resting around her shoulders.  Holding back tears, I grabbed the chips out of the machine and stormed out of the lounge.

They looked so happy. Was Jughead ever that happy with me? I asked myself.  

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody love you like I do

Promise that I will not take it personal baby

If you’re moving on with someone new

There was no one to blame but myself.  I constantly repeated this, trying to convince myself to rekindle my friendship with Jughead.  He had quickly become my best friend, the person I always turned to.  But when I was suffering from a broken heart, I couldn’t turn to him.  Because he was the one who broke my heart.  When I had once spent every night in Pop’s laughing with Jughead, I now sat in my room, sad and alone.  Although I never returned to the diner, I just knew that Betty was sitting where I had once sat, and she was laughing with the boy who shattered my heart.

Cause baby you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N),” Cheryl comforted me, placing a soothing hand on my back.  In my time of vulnerable loneliness, I turned back to Cheryl. I told her that Jughead was the reason why I snapped at her, and my infatuation with him had gotten the best of me. Using what little pity she had left, she accepted my apology and welcomed me back into her friend group. Even though Cheryl wasn’t the ideal person for me to seek comfort in, I figured being with her was better than being alone.  Surprisingly, Cheryl was very comforting and sweet when it came to broken hearts.

“I just feel like such an idiot,” I cried.  “He looks so much happier with her, anyways.”

“You’ll be happier, too, one day,” she reminded me.  “For instance, Jason’s death has absolutely broken me, but I know he’s in a better place now.  And I know one day, I’ll accept his death and be okay.  You will, too, (Y/N).  You’ll be okay.”

Sat in the corner of the room

Everything’s reminding me of you

Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you’re happier

Aren’t you?

For the first time in two months, I went to Pop’s.  I sat in a booth furthest from the entrance and mindlessly sipped a vanilla milkshake.  I couldn’t get anything else on the menu, because everything else reminded me of Jughead.  The burgers and the fries reminded me of when we’d both order them, but Jughead would still steal my fries.  Or the ice cream sundaes reminded me of how he always took the cherry from off the top of mine.  

This is how you move on, I told myself.  Cheryl had told me to do this, face my fears.  Missing Jughead should not prevent me from enjoying nice things.  Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe was a nice place I enjoyed visiting, and I repeated to myself not to let the memory of Jughead ruin this.

Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you

But ain’t nobody need you like I do

I know that there’s others that deserve you

But my darling I am still in love with you

I am still in love with him. Three months after he broke my heart, and what remained of it still belonged to him.  

I refused to succumb to my sadness; I refused to let it drive me back to Jughead.  

I knew Jughead was happier with Betty, and I told myself I, too, would be happier.

I would be happier without Jughead.

But I guess you look happier, you do

My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too

I could try to smile to hide the truth

But I know I was happier with you

Part three here

anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic where Ezekiel is in a really bad relationship and Jake is all worried but Ezekiel thinks he's overstepping his boundaries but then everything between him and his partner gets worse and Ezekiel is terrified and miserable and goes to Jake for help?

This got…long. But, I guess, that was to be expected with a topic this important. It also doesn’t help that I turned this into a Happily Ever Afters AU! (except Ezekiel’s not an FBI agent and Jake’s not a professor. The Library-Bar is still there though.) I really wanted to visit that universe and this prompt, being a bit more serious and domestic than the usual show, felt like the perfect excuse for it. I really hope you enjoy this!

Warning: This talks about serious topics such as domestic abuse/abusive relationships (mainly mental/emotional but physical is touched upon). I don’t claim to be an expert on these topics and tried to base it off the few personal experiences I’ve (and people I know have) had with abusive relationships (which, blessedly, isn’t much anyways). If this is something you cannot read then please do not. Please take care of yourselves and heed these warnings. And, also, I love you, whoever you may be. So, so much <3

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though just a flicker it may be

summary: the zombie apocalypse au nobody asked me for. captain cobra swan abounds.

word count: ~10,700

also on:, ao3

If she had met Killian Jones under any other circumstance, she would most likely be irritated with him for just about every aspect of his existence.

However, she meets him just in the nick of time, as she’s being cornered by two zombies that just won’t quit and her kid is screaming, “Help me! Help! Mom!”

Their dashing savior enters the scene on a motorcycle, armed with a small blade and a gun.

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anonymous asked:

I love your artwork! Sirius has always been my favorite. This has nothing to do with the Marauders and it might have been answered but what house would you be in if you were sorted?

heyyyyyy! thank you so much!!❤❤❤❤ I know what you mean, this is exactly the same for me. Sirius is my favourite character of the entire Hp Books.
About the houuuuseee, actually nobody ever asked me this. :)

 So…..  I AAAAAMMMM A PROUD HUFFLEPUFFF sorted on pottermore! and I assure is the perfect house for me. :D I’m the classic hufflepuff in all aspects. :)
Here I am: 

Lemony Snicket/Daniel Handler sentence starters

“This obituary is filled with errors - most importantly - I AM NOT DEAD!“

“The world is quiet here.”

“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.” 

“Our love broke my heart…and stopped yours.”


“I have a long list of things I’d rather not do.”  

“I was in deep denial, and I’m not talking about a river in Egypt.“

“Could it be that our ______ is unreliable?”

“Siblings that say they never fight are most definitely hiding something.”  

“…and that’s why we broke up.”

“The thing with your heart’s desire is that your heart doesn’t even know what it desires until it turns up.” 

“When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are.”  

“S/he gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.”

“Sometimes words are not enough.” 

“Everyone tells you it’s all right to cry, but not enough people say it’s all right if you don’t want people to know.”  

“There is no easy way to train an apprentice. My two tools are example and nagging.”  

“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

“You, meanwhile, are often dressed like a slob, and spend your days serving coleslaw.”

“Imagining the worst doesn’t keep it from happening.”  

“Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed.”

“You don’t spend your life hanging around books without learning a thing or two.”  

”When something simple and true takes you by surprise, it hits you in the stomach.”

“It was a curious feeling, that something could be so close and so distant at the same time.” 

“Of course you can trust me - we read the same books.”

“You might be afraid of the _____, but the _____ is not afraid of you. That’s why the _____ is always close by.” 

“The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles of the world.”  

“Someone can break your heart, leave you dead on the lawn, and still you never learn what to say to stop it all over again. ”

“They say love’s like a bus, and if you wait long enough another one will come along, but not in this place where the buses are slow and most of the cute ones are gay.”

“Anyone who thinks the pen is mightier than the sword has not been stabbed with both.”  

“But somewhere in the world there is a place for all of us.”

“The only thing that made sense of the world was you.”

“Once more, this is love: it rings and you open up…unless it looks like an ax murderer.” 

“I want you to love me in particular.”

“I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.”

“Sometimes even in most unfortunate of lives there will occur a moment or two of good.”

“No reality has the power to dispel a dream.”  

““Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world.”

“It is difficult, when faced with a situation you cannot control, to admit you can do nothing.” 

“Summer without you is colder than Winter, and Winter without you is even colder.”

“’Finders keepers’ is what they say, and I wanted to be kept.” 

“Nobody should feel pain all by themselves.”  

“We steal the happiness of others in order to be happy ourselves, and when it is stolen from us we voyage desperately to steal it back.”  

“He who wants the world must first escape from it.” 

“It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.”  

If an optimist had his left arm chewed off by an alligator, he might say in a pleasant and hopeful voice, ‘Well this isn’t too bad, I don’t have a left arm anymore but at least nobody will ever ask me if I’m left-handed or right-handed,’ but most of us would say something more along the lines of, 'Aaaaaa! My arm! My arm!’
—  Lemony Snicket, Horseradish
Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.12

                                             Part T W E L V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: im alive, still! ((thankfully)) here is chapter 12 for yall ! its a bit steamy so, sexual warning (?) i guess. brace yourselves, bc this was something beyond me. hope you guys enjoy ! :] x

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Tokyo, 23:40 P.M.

“The parties here in Tokyo are amazing!” Taka, the lead singer of One OK Rock, gushed. He, along with his band mates, were touring you guys down Tokyo, the busiest and biggest city in the world (though it still fights that title with the Big Apple). The tall buildings were brightly lit with screens of commercials and Japanese icons. You couldn’t help but become fascinated with it. 

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oct2pus  asked:

My one of my favorite parts of the soundtrack is the spooktunes remix. Nobody asked for it but god damn if you didn't deliver the best remix.

nobody ever asks me to do anything in fact they usually have to ask me to stop

i was helping some fifth grade kids with their art projects today (mostly just using the hot glue gun for them) and one of them asked if i was a boy or a girl, and i said a boy. i only really wear a binder if im meeting new people or i wanna look nice, so i was just in a sports bra and my chest wasnt flat. this kid came over and said “can i ask you a question i promise i wont tell anyone” and i could already tell what it was but i leaned down and he cupped his hands around his mouth and whispered “are you transgender” and i said yes. he said that he knew some people “like that” but what surprised me is he asked what he should call me. i had already told him my name so he was asking about like,,, pronouns and gendered language. nobodys ever asked me that before unless i bring it up first.

and then he showed me his lightsaber he made out of plastic and painted cardboard and asked if i liked it. ofc i said yes.

this just,,,,, makes me really happy? like he was so respectful about it and i wouldnt have been upset if he had been more like. yknow. 10 years old about it but this was way more of a pleasant exchange than ive had with some grown ass adults.

anonymous asked:

An older teenage Ork enters your temple, seeking atonement for the life their herd made them live. What advice, if any, would you give them?

Brother Andrew looks around him at the temple.  He always loves visiting the old sites; such history and community displaying the continuity of his faith.  A few parishioners greet him.  He is not here enough to remember all of their names, but he has mental notes reminding himself who they are; “Recently Widowed,” “Lost a Child,” “Insincere Dinner Invitation,” “Sickly Farmer.”   He hopes it is not cynical to recognize that while the faces change from year to year and decade to decade, the hearts do not.  Some people come for guidance, others for charity, still others looking for little more than social standing or business contacts.  While the people may change and the surfact circumstances may vary, he looks at the ornate depictions around him of stained glass and statues, and he is comforted by their consistency; unchanged since he was a small child.

He notices other attendants whispering to each other and looking pointedly at a corner of the narthex.  He notices that a young ork is standing quietly to himself, while the humans around him give each other raised eye brows and knowing glances.  But Brother Andrew sees no sign of the bloodlust or terror that are supposed to be the hallmark of that people.  He sees no pillager or rampager or render of flesh… he sees only a broken child, looking for comfort in a place whose hallowed rafters have doubtlessly rung with a condemnation of ork-kind.  Brother Andrew is again reminded that the places where he finds comfort don’t always offer comfort to others.

The ork stands before a statue, barely daring to look at it.  Wet eyes attempt to bore a hole straight through the marble floor it seems, and Brother Andrew wonders if the rarity of ork tears would make them a potent addition to some mystic potion.  As the cleric walks beside the ork, the other parishioners seem to hold their breath to listen in.  Brother Andrew looks at the statue before them and asks aloud, “Do you know her name?”

The ork startles at the words, and then waits to see if the cleric adds anything else.  This is not the first time he has been addressed in the temple, but it is the first time the voice was this gentle.  The ork clenches his jaw, reluctant to leave his spot, but knowing that an altercation would only prove how unfit he is to be here.

“Justice,” he finally admits.

“Yes,” says Brother Andrew.  “She’s pretty famous.  You can’t miss her with those scales of hers.  She’s always got them around somewhere.  You know what they’re for?”

“She weighs the deeds of mortals, to see if their good deeds outweigh their evilness.  If not…” 

Brother Andrew interrupts him, “Enough about her.  Did you know she has a sister?”

The ork turns to the cleric for the first time.  He was not expecting a change of subject, nor for the cleric to look so suggestive.  The small audience that was watching him and Brother Andrew would find Justice the perfect topic to point out to an ork, and the penitent knows it.  Justice is why he is here.  Justice is why he is fearful of this place, but Justice is also why he is drawn here.  He knows which way his own scales lean; he knows his own personal history and what Justice demands of him; he remembers the screams and blood and the fury.  And for all those reasons, he knows what Justice demands.

“What’s your name, son?”

“…Adrud.” Nobody in this place had ever asked his name before.

“Well Adrud, let me show you another statue.  If you’ve got a thing for Justice and swords, you’ll probably like this one.  It’s actually one of my favorites.”

Adrud turns hesitantly to follow Brother Andrew.  He knows this is all the precursor to condemnation.  He knows this will eventually lead to a reminder of what the orks have done, of what he has done, and why he deserves retribution.  But by his own actions he has earned that condemnation.  He deserves no less than judgement.  He has condemned himself as much if not more than anyone else.  

As the pair travel across the floor to the transept, Brother Andrew ignores the gasps and whispers as people watch an ork enter the space reserved for the faithful.  Some assume he is escorting the ork out of the temple and are grateful, while others are disappointed he is being so gentle with the brute.  All are relieved when they turn the corner and are out of sight.  

In the eastern transept, Brother Andrew stops and looks at another statue.  Adrud steps alongside him and looks up.

“Like I said, she has a sister. She’s not one of the headliners; few will write songs in her name, and nobody is going to war in her honor.  But Clementia is one of my favorites.”

“Clementia…?”  The ork had never heard the name before.

“Yeah, sometimes it’s translated as ‘Mercy’ or ‘Forgiveness.’  Or ‘Redemption.’  She and Justice are sisters, but sometimes they don’t really get along.“

The young ork looks at the sword and staff held by Justice.  “Where are her scales?”

“Oh yeah, a lot of people miss that at first.  Look under Clementia’s left foot.”  The scales under Clementia’s foot were broken and discarded.  “Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to Justice.  She definitely has her place.  Without her, we couldn’t have a civilized society.  But the same goes for her sister.  The trick is knowing that, sometimes, the scales aren’t actually helping, and you just have to throw them away.”

“But… but then how… didn’t you say her name was ‘Redemption?’“

“Oh yeah, absolutely.  So how do you achieve redemption if you don’t have a scale?  That’s the trick, isn’t it?  See, actual redemption isn’t about doing enough ‘good’ stuff that it makes up for the ‘bad’ stuff.  The truth is, nobody could ever get ‘redeemed’ that way.  No amount of good deeds will bring a person back to life if they’ve been murdered.  No amount of good deeds will erase a victim’s trauma after being attacked.  I mean sure, if you steal some money you can give that much money back, but violence… violence doesn’t work that way.”

The ork once again turns his face downward as his eyes begin to well up.  “So… there’s no hope.”

“What?!  Of course there’s hope.  They’d toss me out on the street and suspend my preacher’s license if I ran around telling people ‘there’s no hope!’  Of course there’s hope!  And that’s it right there.”  With that he pointed at the broken scales beneath Clementia’s foot.  “The hope is to stop playing with the scales.  The hope is to stop weighing and re-weighing and re-re-weighing your sins, hoping that maybe someday you’ll make up for it.”

The ork’s face looked at Brother Andrew in confusion.  “But… isn’t that a little too… easy?”

Brother Andrew smiled, “Oh absolutely it is.  And it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do.  See, Justice demands that our sins and guilt be weighed and that punishment is meted out.  And you can live your life in service to Justice, and many do.  But, as the sacred text says, ‘…All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.‘  Living your life in service of Clementia is nothing like living it in service of Justice. But that is the choice you have to make.

“You have to admit that you can’t do anything to make up for your past misdeeds.  You can’t undo all those terrible things, and you have to admit that you’ve got to stop trying.  To truly be redeemed, you realize that you aren’t the one that tips Justice’s scales.  You must rely on somebody else to take away the scales, break them under foot, and say that you are good enough just as you are.”

Adrud looked at Clementia; the desperate pleading in her face, the gentle but firm touch in her fingers, and the defiant steadfastness of her stance over the scales.  “Does she have devotees?”

“Absolutely.  Come, I’ll introduce you to some of your brothers and sisters.”

Imagine being a whore but falling in love with Euron Greyjoy

Pairing: fem. reader x Euron Greyjoy

Warnings: smut, hurt/comfort, fluff

Hi guys! Anon requested this story and I really hope it’s at least a little bit like requested <3 Have fun while reading this! 

You often asked yourself why your life was like this. Working in a place you did not like, serving costumers you hated. But your life changed as a large group of men entered the brothel you worked in. It was not something special – there were always a lot of guests in your establishment, but this time something was different. The man who was obviously the leader of the group talked in the common tongue and he was really good looking, with dark-brownish hair, a beard and dressed all in black. You glanced at him. Normally you waited until the guests talked to you, but somehow you were fascinated by this man. You directly walked towards him, greeting him with your cutest smile.

“What a beauty!”, the stranger said enthusiastically as he saw you. “What’s your name, girl?”
“My name’s (Y/N)”, you answered in his language. “And who are you?”
“I am the storm, my love. The first one and the last one. I am Euron Greyjoy, king of the Iron Islands. Come on, sit down on my lap!” You did so and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed a hand on your hip. “Let’s drink something! I want beer!" 
"What are you doing in Lys?”, you asked Euron.
“Looting, whoring, fighting. Usual stuff.”
“And you are a real king?”
“Of course I am!” You chuckled.
“Oh, I never had a real king”, you whispered into his ear and started to nibble on his earlobe.
“Yes, and tonight you will also have the man with the biggest cock on the whole world!”, Euron answered laughing and grabbed himself in the crotch. 

While he drank his beer he told you about all his adventures and you listened to him with interest – real interest. You did not had to fake it like all the times before.
“Your friends aren’t really talkative, right?”, you asked. Some of his men already disappeared with other women, but you had not heard a single one of them talking tonight.
“No, they not”, Euron answered und chuckled. “So, how do you want to get fucked tonight?”
“You’re the guest, it’s your decision”, you answered and kissed his cheek.
“What do you prefer my dear? Do you want it rough? Gentle?”
“Nobody ever asked me that”, you admitted. “Why do you care about what I want?” His affection confused you.
“Why not? You’re beautiful and I want to make you happy.” You pressed your lips on his and kissed him hard and passionately. It was a messy and hurried kiss, but Euron seemed to like it. He moaned against your mouth and his large hands wandered to your breasts. He shoved the fabric of your dress to the side and pinched a hardened nipple between two of his thick fingers.
“I want you”, you mumbled. Again, it was the truth.
“Well, let’s go then and find a place where we have a little bit more privacy and silence.” You stood up from his lap and gripped his hand to lead him into your chamber.

The room you normally used with your guests was small but elegant, with a nice big bed and dark red sheets and it was all clean. A carafe with wine stood on the bedside cabinet. Euron looked impressed.
“A nice place to work”, he said, led out a laugh and sat down on the bed. You sat down on top of him and felt his hard dick pressing against your already wet sex. You started moving back and forth, stimulating your clit with his erected member through the fabric of his pants. Euron opened the lacing of your dress on your back, pulled it over your head and threw it on the floor. “You’re gorgeous”, he moaned.
“Just like you”, you answered and started undressing him as well. His chest was slightly covered with brownish hair and his member was rock hard. It was pretty large and veiny. You wrapped your fingers around his hardness and stroke his tip gently with your thumb, while your hand moved up and down. Euron closed his eyes and moaned.
“Do you want me to ride you?”, you asked.
“I want to fuck you”, he answered and bite your neck. He grabbed your waist and turned you on your stomach, your ass high in the air. His stiff manhood rubbed against your inner thigh.
“Please”, you moaned. “Please fuck me.” Euron chuckled behind you. He shoved his hard member into your wet, quivering hole and fucked you with hard, but slowly, strokes. You moaned his name. You placed your own hand between your legs and started rubbing your clit – you never did that before with a guest. But Euron was so sexy and aroused you so much. But before you reached your own climax Euron pulled out and came on your butt cheeks.
“Oh, you felt so good inside of mine”, you moaned almost desperately while you still were stimulating yourself. Euron gripped your hand and replaced it with its own. He rubbed you with extremely fast and sharp strokes. You squealed and squirmed under him.
“I hope this feels also good for you”, Euron whispered.
“Y-Yes”, you replied and one moment later your whole body was shaking. “Oh, I came, Euron. I came.” The man laughed and kissed your neck before he stood up and reached you a wet piece of cloth. You cleaned yourself and watched Euron getting dressed.
>“You want to leave?”, you asked almost disappointed.
“Well, we are finished, aren’t we?”, he answered. I’m so stupid, you thought. I’m still just a stupid whore…
“Y-Yes, sure… I… I was just thinking maybe you want to stay a little bit longer?”
“Oh, I’ll stay in Lys for a few more days, yes. And you want me to visit you again?”
“Never met such a passionately whore before. You’re worth your money, girl.” He chuckled and you felt the heat rushing into your cheeks.
“I never had a costumer like you”, you admitted. “Never before a guest made me feel so good.” Euron sat down on the bed next to you again and lifted your chin with his fingers.
“I’ll come back, but only if you promise me to fuck no other guy than me. At least for the time I’m here”, he said. You nodded immediately.
“I promise it, Euron.”
“Good. You’re a good girl.” He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and put a small bag out of his pocket. He gave you two silver coins, which was pretty much for you.
“That’s a little bit too much for one night, but – “, you started, but Euron interrupted you.
“- Don’t worry about that. If we see us tomorrow night you’ll get even more my little whore.” You waved at him as he opened the door and left the brothel.

This was amazing, you thought. He is amazing! Euron was so good looking and he knew how to treat a girl. You hated your job since you started to work here, but suddenly you were happy about it. It was insane. You never felt like this before.

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