Summary: After months of planning and preparation, the five kings finally embark on their quest to the Nether to retrieve Geoff’s soul. At the same time, worlds are beginning to collide as Midas sets about his mission to return from the End.
A developing relationship promises peace between the kingdoms - but when old fears return to haunt them, it threatens to set the kings in conflict with each other once again.
Ray stepped through the portal into the Plains with practiced ease. His stomach no longer lurched at the transition - he moved as easily as if he was stepping into another room rather than travelling thousands of kilometres into an instant.
He emerged into the throne room of the Plains castle just as Gavin arrived through the Wild portal opposite him. Their eyes met as they appeared at the same time, and they shared a smile.
“Hey,” Ray called out, “I wondered when you were gonna come. You know what Geoff wants us here for?”
TBH the vast majority of people I've seen bring up Sarah Nyberg were partisan hacks that ranged from "reactionary anti-SJeW" to "actual fascist" who quite nakedly aren't bothered by pedophilia when it's not from someone who doesn't criticize their bullshit, so I'm automatically wary of people who try to bring her up now.
’The Jack Sparrow and Edward Scissorhands actor has been choosy about the films he made and avoided anything without great meaning.
Johnny Depp movies don’t moralize or push an agenda. What they do is encourage a free thinking process. Though Johnny has made many different types of movies, there is no universal mood to them or overarching statement. Characters like Edward Scissorhands and Jack Sparrow capture the imagination in a powerful way. The films are strongly creative, open-ended and don’t wrap up a single opinion at the end.’
Despite health are being somewhat free (think check-ups and other minor, regular procedures), the bills were adding up for their eye-problem. It was hard to scrape the money together when both of them were freelancers.
Rent, groceries, diapers - all of that costed money, and now this. Luke was thinking of picking up another side job while Cordelia wanted to switch into something with a higher pay.
[ Again, I’m sorry this took so long. It’s such a milestone in Reno’s history that I wanted to make sure I didn’t it justice, which meant having time to concentrate. I hope it was worth the wait. I’d love to hear what ya’ll think, so feel free to send a replay, an ask or a message. Thanks everyone! ]
He was ushered out of the bosses office, his hands still
covered in blood, his body trembling from the excess adrenaline. The poor boy was still in shock, his mind
unable to yet process what had just happened, stuck in the survive and flight
mode. Perhaps this is why the youth didn’t protest when he was scooped up and
congratulated by the other gang members, why he mindlessly walked with them
down the shabby, tattered hallway and out into the makeshift barracks. Reno still clung to the briefcase that was no
longer in his possession, his eyes glazed over as he stared off into nothingness.
None of the boys noticed, nor did they care. There was another member among their ranks,
one who had already defied the odds by making it back. It wasn’t about the person who accomplished
said task, it was about the reason to celebrate. An excuse for debauchery, a validation for
the over indulgence of sin. Reno, to
them, was nothing more than convenience.
His head was still swimming, the cheers of excitement
swirling in his ears adding to the whirlwind of raw emotion that overwhelmed
his senses. Shoved to sit in a chair,
the focal point of the gathering social circle, his vision saturated with faces
he had never seen before, Reno hardly noticed when a lit cigarette was shoved
into his hand. For several minutes, the
still frightened boy held the smoldering stick, not sure what to do with it,
never having smoked before in his life.
The redhead had no desire to smoke either, his hand moving to place the
tabacco on the ground and away from him.
His hand was quickly lifted, shouts of encouragement echoing in his
already ringing ears. Reno pushed back,
trying to refuse the gift, wanting nothing of it, but that answer was not
acceptable, not in this crowd. Shy and
timid, not used to so many people, most of his energy diverted to allow his
mind trying to cope with what he had just done, it was easy for the older boys
raise the cigarette to the youths lips, making the redhead inhale his first
His lungs choked on the foreign substance, the smoke
violently forced out his nose and mouth as he coughed, gasping for air. His nostrils burned and tingled, making the
tiny boys eyes water.
Cheers erupted from around the room, a sea of hands
extending towards the ceiling moving in a wave about the room. The older boys smiled at the young redhead,
patting him on the back, urging him to repeat the gesture. Reno tried to say no, but again, the rolled
paper was placed between his lips. He
sucked down again, this time only sputtering slightly, his body already
becoming used to the poison it was being forced to endure. Maybe if he smoked just one they would leave
him be. Maybe if he smoked two they
would leave him alone.
Reno’s luck wasn’t so great.
After the second toke, the oldest of the members clasped an
arm about the youths shoulders, raising a bottle in the air as he shouted
excitedly to the crowd, the returning roar washing over the small boy as his squinted
his eyes tightly closed. Maybe he wished
hard enough they would go away. Maybe if
he indulged them, after a short while, he would be left to himself. He just wanted them to go away. He didn’t want any of this.
Suddenly a wetness touched Reno’s lips, a bitter taste
saturating his tongue, the foul flavor permeating his mouth. Unable to control his reaction, the redhead
spit the liquid out, his body trying to expel the putrid substance as quickly
as possible. Laughter filled the room
his time causing an immense heat to rise to the youth’s cheeks. From the sidelines, another face tried to be
helpful, secretly mimicking to take a drag from the cigarette before taking
another sip. Confused, unable to
comprehend what was happening, the absent minded boy did as instructed, taking
his third drag from the cigarette before taking a drink from the bottle that
found its way into his hands. The ash
that coated his tongue helped to deaden the horrific taste of the pungent
drink, but it was not enough to make him want to continue.
Reno, however, wouldn’t have a choice in the matter.
Riding the wave of over indulgence, wanting to rile up the
crowd, not caring about the innocence he was robbing from the small redhead,
the ring leader tipped the bottom of the bottle upwards, forcing the intoxicant
to rush into Reno’s mouth. The boy
coughed and sputtered, but most the liquid making it down his throat while the
rest ended up on his shirt.
The room erupted into gale of encouragement, the redhead
unable to hear his own thoughts from the bellowing crys that engulfed him.
All he wanted was to go home, but yet another bottle
appeared in his hand and another cigarette rested between his fingers. Faces turned into smears. Smears turned into shadows, and the shadows
lead him into the darkness, further and further into the impenetrable recesses
until the youth lost his way, no longer able to find his way back. Did he even want to go back? Could he ever go
back? The redhead didn’t want to think
of the answer, so he sought refuge. In
this newly discovered darkness Reno found seclusion, a comforting sanctuary, a reprieve
from the drowning emotions that flooded his mind. It didn’t seem so bad here.
Reality danced in and out view for the redhead, the boy
finding himself lead to another room, the door shut and locked behind him. He clung to the bottle in his hand, his
nervous lips pinching the cigarette tightly in his mouth as his eyes made
contact with the other occupant of the room, a young woman, twice his age, who
wore only a loose silk robe. She smiled
at the redhead, gently leading him over to the bed, whispering soothing words
to help him relax, confiding in him that it would all be ok, that she would do
all the work.
Reno had no clue what was about to happen, too young to
fully understand until it was too late, but in that one night he lost it
the All Around: speaks, reads, and writes both languages pretty well
the Conversational: one language is stronger than the other; can speak the other language a lot better than they read/write it (a lot of kids of immigrants are this type)
the High Schooler: understands what’s being said to them in the other language, can’t really speak it
don’t have your characters randomly drop words from their other language mid-sentence around people who don’t speak it lol
languages are a mindset thing. like personally if i’m around english-speakers, i’m speaking english and i don’t really switch to my other language (which is portuguese)
so like if you’re writing a bilingual character who speaks spanish and have them say something like “hey chad let’s go to the biblioteca” to an english speaker i’ll probably spend 5 minutes laughing and then close your story lmao
exception: the character is speaking in their weaker language and forgot a word (”where are the…? uh… llaves…. keys! keys, where are they?”)
otherwise really the only time your character should be randomly switching languages mid-sentence is if they’re talking to another bilingual
like i don’t speak spanish but i’ve legit never heard a spanish speaker say “ay dios mio” to gringos lmao
conversations between two bilingual people can take a few different forms:
Pick One: they pick one language and kinda stick with it for the whole conversation (a conversation i might have with my portuguese-speaking mom: ”you okay?” “yeah, i’m good. how’re you?” “i’m fine, but your dad-”)
Back-and-Forth: someone says something in one language, the other person replies in the other (”tudo bem?” “yeah, i’m good. how’re you?” “tou bem, mas o seu pai-”)
Combo: they speak a combo of the two languages, a popular example being spanglish, though basically every bilingual has their own combo language (”tudo bem?” “sim, tou bem. how’re you?” “i’m fine, mas o seu pai-”)
when in doubt: just ask a bilingual to look at your stuff and tell you if anything sounds weird
Flower shop AU because I couldn’t stop imagining Victor working in a small shop near Yuri’s university, and he’s happy working with all the flowers and seeing the customers pleased with the bouquets he makes. One day Yuri listens to his friend Pichit and decides to go buy a few flowers to give a cozy touch to his flat… and he can’t help but being awed by the beautiful angel that greets him by the door. After that day, Yuri
decides that his flat looks a lot better with the flowers and becomes a regular customer.