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screenshot redraw S1E12 “When the Rat’s Away, The Mice Will Play” OR, as I like to call it, “tfw nobody can solve the riddle and it’s not even that hard”

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Pendleton’s drinking problem, there might be more than one reason for it.

Corvo is rescuing Dunwall from the plague in all ways possible. Eat them rats, Corvo, plenty of protein, mana too. Also pest control. Very pro-social.

I didn’t like Treavor at first, but now he is growing on me.

Subject A0: In The Glade [Part 20, Finale + Epilogue]

Aftermath

Originally posted by letsalternatereality

20/20 of Subject A0: In The Glade [ prev ]

“They took everything. They took her whole world. But little did they know that she found a new one in him.” (Newt x Reader)

A/N: Heads up! There are several point of views in this final part. Yes, final part, welp! Sorry this took so terribly long - I got really, crazy busy… but more importantly, I just want to say thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for all the support I have received for this series. It makes me smile to see you liking my writing so thank you so much. I would have never believed my writing would reach so many people. Let me know what your favourite part from the series is! Hehe

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Cold Nights -- Newt Imagine

A/N: sooo i got way further with this than i expected. Thought it would be really short, maybe 500 words but NOOOO

Makes up for it taking so long, right? I apologize for that.

Pairing: Newt x Reader (female)
Words: 1,745
Warnings: INTENSE CUDDLING, loneliness, missing people, HAPPY ENDING
Request: Can you write a cute/sad Newt imagine? One where the reader and Newt had been separated when WICKED rescues them? Then Newt is informed by Rat man that the reader had been transferred to another base (without letting her say goodbye) and Newt gets mad and then cries because he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see her again? But then, when he and the others arrive a the Right Arm camp, the reader is there and happy-sappy reunion feels (with newt crying a wee bit?) thanks love! ❤️

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“No! You didn’t!” Newt yelled into Janson’s face.

“It wasn’t my decision, Newt. They sent her to a different base, for her safety–”

“I’M her safety, you bloody shuckface! I promised I’d stay with her! You took her from me!” Newt’s face was beginning to redden, and just as he felt his fist raise to strike Rat Man in the face, two guards pulled him back, throwing him at the Gladers who held him back.

“Newt! Newt!” He faintly heard Thomas call to him. All of a sudden, his friend’s face was in front of his own, hands on his shoulders, shaking him. “They took Teresa, too!”

In an oddly calmed voice, Newt replied, “what?”

“They…” Thomas sighed, looking down. “They took Teresa too. Not to a different place, but she was moved. I understand, Newt.”

Feeling a sudden impulse of rage, Newt pushed him off. “No you don’t, Tommy. Your little puppy love with Teresa is no comparison to what Y/N and I have. Three years in that bloody maze together. Half the time you knew Teresa she was in a shuck coma. And even though Y/N and I have been through thick and thin, this is the worst of it. So leave me alone.” He got onto his feet and stormed out of the dining hall despite the calls from his friends.

All he could think about was Y/N, and all he wanted was to see her one more time.

After making his way back to the dorm room, he sat down on his bed, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. In that moment he did something he never would’ve imagined he would do.

He cried.

Tears fell into his hands and down his cheeks, his throat closing up as he tried to stay strong and push the tears down.

The Gladers filed in one by one, surrounding Newt. Minho looked at him wide eyed, surprised to see his best friend crying. He told everyone to go to their bunks.

“Get some sleep everyone. It’s been a long day.”

After everyone seemed settled, he sat next to Newt on his bed. “Hey, bud.”

Newt slowly looked up at him, sniffling. Minho had never seen him look so devastated. When he heard the news about Y/N he knew Newt would be angry, but he never expected him to be so sad.

“Alby, Chuck, shucking Y/N. What next?”

“Hey, she’s not dead,” Minho told him, putting a strong hand on his shoulder. “They’ve been nothing but kind to us here. Food, showers, beds. You really think they’d kill Y/N?”

Newt looked away from him, wiping his face. “I can’t… I can’t live without her. I need her. I didn’t even get to say goodbye those shanks! They just snatched her right up!”

“I know, man. But listen, you know Y/N. No matter what’s happening to her, you know she’ll stay strong. For you. You’ve gotta do the same for her. Stay strong, don’t give up, and maybe we’ll find her.”

“Right. Maybe,” he answers, refusing to look at Minho.

After a moment of silence, Minho spoke. “Newt you–”

“Go to bed, Minho. I’m not going to get any sleep tonight so it’s not worth it to try and stay up and talk with me.”

“Okay, man. Try to put it off your mind. We all need sleep so–”

“This’ll be the first time in almost two years we haven’t slept in the same bed. I’m not going to sleep, Minho.”

“Alright, Newt. See you tomorrow.” Minho hesitantly got up and climbed up on his bed above Thomas.

When Newt laid down, he couldn’t handle the empty feeling next to him, so used to Y/N being by his side. He couldn’t shake the feeling of not holding her, kissing her head and stroking her hair, lulling her to sleep. He slept very shortly at one point, only to wake up in the middle of the night. He felt the cold air hit his arms, and he smiled lightly, remembering how on cold nights in the Glade, Y/N would desperately cling to him for warmth, and he would pull her in close, pulling the covers up to her chin and just holding her there, watching her breathe evenly as she slept peacefully, eventually going to sleep himself.

Not tonight, though. This night, he had no one to hold, feeling uncomfortably lonely and cold the entire night.

After an eventful escape from their “rescuers” and WICKED, the remaining Gladers arrived at a large campsite, mountains overlooking the big complex of tents, tables, and people of all ages.

Newt felt something like a wave of reassurance pass through him as he looked over the landscape. He was unsure about these Harriet and Sonya people, let alone this place they called the “Right Arm.” Although he had thoughts of doubt, he was somewhat hopeful that they had finally escaped WICKED.

Thought it all, though, one thing struck him. He hadn’t managed to forget Y/N. Maybe that was the hopeful feeling he felt.

After a strange encounter with Thomas and a strange woman with long, dark hair, Brenda collapsed suddenly, and was rushed to a tent, hopefully to be tended to. As this onslaught of events began to happen suddenly, Newt and some of the other Gladers decided to go on a small hike up the mountain.

On his way, he heard a piercing scream. Everything went silent as everyone turned their heads to the sound. He narrowed his eyes on a small figure with Y/H/L, Y/H/C hair, her hand over her mouth.

In that moment, he realized two things. One, she was crying. Two, it was Y/N.

Your POV

You woke from a strangely peaceful slumber, the first one you had had since you arrived at the odd place.

WICKED sent you to another base, where you met a different group of Gladers. They were all girls, and Harriet and Sonya led you to the Right Arm camp. To freedom. But as you had begrudgingly thought, most likely further away from Newt.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him, about how he must have reacted. You wondered if he stayed up all night, crying because you weren’t there to keep each other company as you had been for almost two years. A tear ran down your cheek thinking about your love, as Sonya came to greet you at the door to your tent.

“Hey, girl. Look, a new group of guys just got here, callin’ themselves the Gladers. They were tagging along with my old friend from our maze, Aris. Odd group of kids.”

You stood up suddenly, feeling an uncomfortable pull on the back of your legs. “Odd…in what way? Who were they, what did they look like?! How many were there?!”

“Woah, woah, hold your horses, Y/N. I didn’t count, I was mainly focused on catching up with Aris. But their ring leader was some stick named Thomas. One of the guys walked kinda funny.”

Your eyes watered as you came to realization as to who they were. “That’s my friends. A-and my boyfriend, the one with the limp! Where did they go!” You yelled, running out of the tent in a hurry, whipping your neck around trying to find them. Trying to find him.

“They’re climbing up the mountain there,” she pointed to the group, and you saw Minho walking in front, Newt limping behind. You ran as close as you could before you couldn’t move any more. You had to get their attention, so you screamed.

Loudly.

You watched in delight as their faces all turned towards yours, and you couldn’t help but slap your hand over your mouth to keep from crying out as Newt’s eyes met yours.

He immediately came towards you, running as fast as his legs could take him, and you knew he was struggling, so you ran to catch up with him, tears falling out of your eyes.

You were so close to each other it seemed almost impossible when he ran even closer, and even closer, until you met, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist, sobbing as he held you to him, pressing his face into your neck.

“Oh my god, Newt!” You sobbed. You pulled back after having waited long enough to do this, pressing your lips firmly onto his. He slid you off of him and your feet touched the ground. You were forced to stand on your tip toes, reaching up to run your hands through his soft hair as he gently grabbed your waist. He pulled away and you looked into each other’s eyes. Tears were running down both your faces. You wiped his cheeks with your thumbs and settled your hands on his chest.

“You’re…you’re here…bloody shuck you’re here…” He leaned forward and gave you what felt like hundreds of butterfly kisses all over your face, finishing by lightly pressing his lips to yours.

“I’m okay, Newt.”

“I know angel, I know. But now you’re safe. Here, with me.”

That night, you woke up to find Newt sitting on the bed, looking down at you. You smiled, saying, “It’s the middle of the night. What’re you doing?”

“I can’t sleep. Doesn’t matter, you need rest,” he said, stroking your cheek.

“I’ve missed you. I know you’ve missed me too,” you smirked, causing him to chuckle.

“Of course I have,” he smiled.

“I want you to come to sleep–”

“Shhh. I don’t need–”

“Yes you do. Newt, I’m cold.”

He sighed lightly and whispered to you. “Scoot over.”

You smiled and moved to the side. He crawled into the covers beside you, getting under the thin blanket. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. One of the things you really missed was his scent. You loved the way he smelled, but mainly love the way he felt to be pressed up against him.

You smiled as he gently pulled you in as close as possible, your bodies fitting together perfectly. He pulled the blanket up to your chin and kissed your forehead lightly. He began to stroke your hair and whisper into your ear, “you’re mine. They’re never taking you from me again. I love you darling.”

“I love you too,” you murmured sleepily.

While he gently caressed your hair, lulling you to sleep, you knew that for the first night in a while, you would be warm as you slept in his arms.

A/N: WRITING CUTE CUDDLE SCENES IS MY FAVORITE!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN! I got into my school musical (yay!) but will only have one rehearsal next week. Then, BREAK! Next week is my last week of school, so i will have lots of time to write. Love you guys!

(Btw ONE.MORE.FOLLOWER.TO.MY.NEXT.HUNDRED. Exciting stuff!! <333)

The Hand That Feeds

High!Chaos Corvo & Daud removing his hand.

Daud was clever to cut the hand that feeds retribution and rot. The assassins come to him with updates and concerned looks shrouded by masks, informing him of Corvo who walks across Dunwall’s back and breaks it. Each piece of information stirs nightmares of where Corvo walks with impeccable ease, sidestepping each swing of the blade and ripping time out of Daud’s hands. In his dreams, the Mark of the Outsider is curtailed and fears abundant.

The Knife of Dunwall sweats in his bed. 

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