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Writing Prompts: Worlds 4th Quietest Let’s Play

So it has not escaped the attention of many, many people that Markiplier’s Worlds 4th Quietest Let’s Play video has been a little…Darkiplier-esque. So with that in mind, here are some direct quotes lifted from that video that might prompt you to start writing.

  • It deserves to be flayed alive on the sacrificial alter, however…
  • This will make your X a little easier to control, in case you were finding it too frustrating
  • You will see, oh you will see, what we can do.
  • What the F%$@ is bagel race
  • Oh no. I remember. 
  • I remember now why I abandoned you.
  • Oh the memories are flooding back into me. 
  • Oh the horrors of which my past has haunted me. 
  • There comes a time in everybody’s life when they must sacrifice for the greater good, and this is not that f^%$ing time. 
  • I wont break you unless you deserve to be broken. 
  • So long as we think the most peaceful thoughts in the world, we will be okay. 
  • What are you… How is that even what I want you to do?
  • Flop your stupid floppy body over this yonder way
  • And if you f&^% up…Oh you f&^%ed up…
  • Here comes a stabbing
  • I need you to question everything you’ve ever done in your life. 
  • Yes, throw the bottle in anger.
  • If you listen closely enough you can hear the anger neurons firing inside my brain.
  • I’m a man of considerable patience. 
  • Because I believe in me. 
  • Did it feel pity on me?
  • That’s what this is, isn’t it? I see your game. 
  • Why is it so hard to crawl over a pair of pants?
  • I don’t care if this is pretty much cheating. 
  • Why am I stuck to the underside of this?
  • There is nothing I feel inside my soul
  • I am a golden god
  • Excuse me breathing like a beast in your ear
  • It’s the only thing I can do to stay sane. 
  • Flailing wildly I see. Something I am very accustomed to. 
  • This seems impossible, and yet…
  • I saw everything that I knew and loved being destroyed in front of me.
  • Taunting and flaunting my victory to everyone around me.
  • I ask you, I beg you, I call to the heavens
  • Hold yourself before I wreck you
  • I will literally kill you
  • I closed my eyes for one second and you tried to betray me?
  • And you get pinned to that iron
  • And you cook in the fires of hell
  • I hate you with every fibre of my being
  • Why have you stopped toasting, friend?
  • And anyone who disagrees with me shall be punished severely
  • Let is be forgotten
  • It belongs in prison down there with chains unbreakable

… It’s basically the entire video.

Stay with me (KilixReader)

Originally posted by safelystowed

A one shot for @princess-of-erebor1992, hope you don’t hate me haha xxx

Word count: 1,301

You always considered yourself incredibly lucky. You had a caring family, with your three brothers Nori, Ori and Dori. You had many friends, including your best friends Fili and Bofur. And of course, your one. Kili Durin.

Kili and yourself had been courting for nine moons, after Kili was healed from the wounds from the Morgul Shaft. Your brothers had taken some convincing, but your lifetime friend Fili, accepted you into the family without hesitation. As did their uncle, who enveloped her in a welcoming hug and assured her that she had displayed her worth and golden heart, many timed over.

After rebuilding Erebor, dwarves traveled from distant Kingdoms, including the females of your species, in which many of whom had shown keen interest in your Prince. Yet, Kili reassured you that his love for you triumphed against all and that no dwarrow could compare to the beauty that radiated from you. And for this, you had only considered yourself even luckier.

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Chaol Westfall Discussion Post

Here we go - I’ve seen a lot of posts and people discussing why or why not Queen of Shadows was a correct/ incorrect depiction of Chaol Westfall, of whether or not SJM manipulates characters for her ships, of why Aelin should be with Chaol or Rowan or even Dorian or what not… So I suggest looking at the evidence. Let’s take a look, shall we? 

Throne of Glass: From Book 1, Chaol is adamant on keeping Celaena within tight definitions. He is a man of rules and regulations, law and order. He serves his king loyally and truthfully and so long as that is true, all is right in his world. He has given up his family and his title for the honor of serving his king. A criminal, an assassin, a slave from Endovier shouldn’t change that.

“You’re a criminal. I’m Captain of the Royal Guard. I’m not obligated to bestow any kindness or conversation upon you. Be grateful we don’t keep you locked up in the wagon.” p. 26

“You like to read? …. I didn’t know assassins liked to read,” p. 55

“It isn’t your place to write to the Crown Prince.”
She gave him a simpering smile and took a bite of ham. “He could have ignored the letter. And besides, I’m his Champion. Not everyone feels obligated to be as nasty to me as you do.”
“You’re an assassin.” p. 78

“Enthralled by the Princess Nehemia?” The words were barely distinguishable from her chewing.
“That headstrong girl?” ….
“And what’s wrong with headstrong girls?” she pressed. “Other than the fact that they’re not wooden-headed ninnies who can only open their mouths to give orders and gossip?”
“I just prefer a certain type of woman.” 
“And what type of woman is that?” 
“Not an arrogant assassin.” 
She pouted. “Suppose I wasn’t an assassin. Would you fancy me then?” 
“No.” p. 101-102. 

“Are you enjoying looking at my scars?” 
He sucked on his lower lip for a moment. “When did you get those?” She knew he meant the three enormous lines that ran down her back.
“When do you think?” she said. He didn’t reply, …. “Those three, I received my first day in Endovier.”
What did you do to deserve it?” p. 121 

“Are you honestly so blind that you can’t see why we can’t allow this?”
“’Can’t allow’ - you’re just afraid of me!”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“You think I want to go back to Endovier?” she hissed. “You think I’m not aware of the fact that if I flee, I’ll be hunted down for the rest of my life? You think I don’t know why I vomit when I run in the morning? My body is a wreck. I need to spend these extra hours here, and you shouldn’t punish me for it!”
“I’m not going to pretend to know how a criminal mind works.” p. 136

“By the Wyrd, Dorian! She’s an assassin. Please, please tell me you haven’t been here before.” Dorian couldn’t help his smirk. “I don’t even want an explanation. Just get out, you reckless idiot. Get out.” p. 179

“She was a criminal - a prodigy at killing, a Queen of the Underworld - and yet… yet she was just a girl, sent at seventeen to Endovier.

While it terrified him to see her down there, a hand’s breadth from Dorian’s unprotected throat, what terrified him even more was that he trusted her. And he didn’t know what that meant about himself.” p. 264

“Well? Do I need to lecture you about how stupid it was to sneak into the ball, or can I just ask you to dance with me instead?” 
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Chaol said.
“Why?” they asked in unison. 
“Because it attracts too much attention, that’s why.” Celaena rolled her eyes and Chaol glared at her. “Do I have to remind you who you are?” 
“No. You remind me every day,” she retorted.” p.294

He really does love to label her, but you can see where he slowly starts to evolve in his opinion of her. He starts to admire her, to like her, to trust her. Of course, that trust is what scares him most. Because of his duty. Because of his loyalty. He must put that before all else, and if that were in question, he would lost the very foundation of himself. And yet, he begins to trust her enough around Dorian that he isn’t petrified that she’ll kill him. He begins to see her. By the end of the book, they’re friends. Quickly becoming more. 

“Are you still acting like the King’s Champion, or are you back to being Celaena?” p. 11

“He’d been realizing it more and more recently - how much he hated it when she left him behind. How he hated her setting off on those cured missions and not contacting him for days or weeks. …. He’d killed Cain at the duel. Killed him to save her. Part of him didn’t regret it; part of him would do it again in a heartbeat. But the other part still woke him up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat that felt too much like Cain’s blood.” p. 23

“There was a line between them. The king might not think twice about their friendship, but crossing that final line could be deadly for both of them; it could make the king question his loyalty, his position, everything
And if it ever came down to having to choose between his king and Celaena… He prayed to the Wyrd that he’d never be faced with that decision.” p. 25

“You’re the greatest assassin in Eriliea, and yet you can’t stand watch for a few hours?” p. 132

Dorian and the king were where his loyalty lay. Without his loyalty, he was no one. Without it, he’d given up his family, his title, for nothing.” p. 150

“And he wouldn’t tell the princess - or Celaena. Just because he was friendly with Nehemia, just because she was Celaena’s friend, it didn’t change anything. While he knew that Celaena would be furious that he didn’t tell her, he was the Captain of the Guard. He had fought and sacrificed nearly as much as Celaena had to get his position. He’d let her get too close by asking her to dance - he’d let himself get too close.” p. 151

“Chaol didn’t tell Celaena what the king had said, though part of him twisted until it hurt. The king wouldn’t hurt Nehemia - not when she was such a public and well-liked figure. Not when he’d warned Chaol about the anonymous threat to Nehemia’s life. ….. Celaena knowing or not knowing made now difference, he told himself as he lay curled around her in his bed. Even if Celaena knew, even if she told Nehemia, it wouldn’t stop the conversation from taking place, and it wouldn’t make the nameless threat go away. No, it would just make things worse if they knew - worse for all of them.” p. 211

“He’d kill any man who hurt Celaena; and if the king ever gave him the order to dispatch her, then he’d plunge his sword into his own heart before he would obey.” p. 211

“His soul was bound to hers by some unbreakable chain. He snorted, imagining what his father would think when he learned that Chaol had taken Adarlan’s Assassin for his wife.” p. 211

“If she’s part of your group,” Celaena ground out, “then where is she?”
Archer drew his sword and pointed it at Chaol. “Ask him.”
A sharp pain twisted in her gut. “What is he talking about?” she asked Chaol.
But Chaol was staring at Archer. “I don’t know.”
“I knew about the anonymous threat to Nehemia’s life, yes. But I was told that she would be questioned by the king, not me.” p. 225-226

“Let me give her my cloak,” Dorian said, reaching to unfasten it. 
“Don’t,” Chaol said quietly. His face was still bleeding. She’d gouged four lines across his cheek with her nails. Her nails. Gods above. “I don’t trust her with anything in there except hay.” p. 236

“Regardless of what territory her parents had lorded over, if Celaena ever took up the mantle she’d lost, and if Terrasen ever got to its feet…
Then Celaena could become a powerhouse - potentially capable of standing against Adarlan. And that made Celaena more than just his enemy. 
It made her the greatest threat he’d ever encountered.
” p. 294

“If you feel the way you do, they why let her stay shackled to your father? Why not find a way to get her out of her contract? Or are you just afraid that if you set her free, she’ll never come back to you?” 
“I’d be careful what you say,” Dorian said softly.
But it was true. Even though he couldn’t imagine a world without Celaena, Chaol knew he had to get her out of this castle. Yet he couldn’t tell if it was for Adarlan’s sake or her own.” p. 314

“And the only way she’d die a traitor would be for her to do what he feared; ally with this secret organization, find Aelin Galathynius, and return to Terrasen. This was a hint that she had no intention of doing that. She had no plans to reclaim her lost title, and posed no threat to Adarlan or Dorian. He’d been wrong. Yet again, he’d been wrong.” p. 323

“Because she wasn’t human, Chaol realized, gaping up at her from where he still crouched over Fleetfoot.
No - she wasn’t human at all.
Celaena was Fae.” p. 379

“She was conscious, but was a dead weight in the captain’s arms as he dragged her across the ground. Once they were over the border, he dropped her as though she were made of flame, and Celaena lay panting on the stones.” p. 382

“Chaol shifted his boot against the step to warn her that he was there. How much of her Fae senses did she retain when she looked like a human?” p. 390

“For a heartbeat, he wondered if she would kill him, too - just for being there, for seeing the dark truth of her.” p. 390

His fingers grazed her cheeks, warming her chilled skin. “Fae, assassin - no matter what you are, I - “
“Don’t.” She stepped back. “Don’t say it.” p. 394

“Celaena was Fae, and heir to a power she couldn’t control. Even if she couldn’t shift, if anyone ever discovered what she was…
It explained why she was so terrified of the king, why she never said anything about where she’d come from, or what she’d been through. And living here… this was the most dangerous place for her - or any Fae - to be.” p. 395

“Celaena Sardothien wasn’t in league with Aelin Ashryver Galthynuis. 
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
Celaena was Aelin Galathynius, the greatest living threat to Adarlan, the one person who could raise an army capable of standing against the king. Now, she was also the one person who knew the secret source of the king’s power - and who sought a way to destroy it. 
And he had just sent her into the arms of her strongest potential allies: to the homeland of her mother, the kingdom of her cousin, and the domain of her aunt, Queen Maeve of the Fae.
Celaena was the lost queen of Terrasen.
Chaol sank to his knees.” p. 418

This book might be the most interesting to look at in terms of Chaol’s development between the Throne of Glass and Queen of Shadows. 

  • Chaol still fits her into categories - Celaena, Assassin, King’s Champion
  • Chaol is really struggling with having killed Cain, understandably, because he’s never killed someone before. It’s hard for him to come to terms with the fact that he was willing to take a life even if it meant saving Celaena’s. 
  • He’s still grappling with his loyalty to the king and to Dorian - he wants that to be his first priority always, but as we see here, he’d rather kill himself than kill Celaena at the king’s command. Although, technically, he wouldn’t be doing anything to save her life from the king, he just knows he couldn’t be the one to do it. 
  • Chaol loves her, that much is clear. But he doesn’t tell her about Nehemia. Because he doesn’t see the value in it, because his king told him not to and that’s the most important thing.
  • But then… when confronted with the rebels, he lies. He says he doesn’t know where she is when he knows she was meant to be “questioned.” Given his knowledge of the king’s brutality, let’s say he knows its more of an interrogation. 
  • And after Nehemia’s death, after Celaena’s reaction, he loses any trust he had in her. He trusts her only with the hay in her cell. He drugs her to keep her calm. 

Now most importantly are the changes we see in him when he discovers bits and pieces of Celaena’s history. 

  • She’s Noble, so he fears she might rise up with Terrasen if rebel forces gained power. It makes her “the greatest threat he’d ever encountered.” 
  • She’s Fae and has great power, he needs to get her out of Adarlan for her sake, but also for Adarlan’s. 
  • More than this though, is how he reacts to her other form. He doesn’t want to touch her, he sees her as less than human, sees it as a “dark truth.” 
  • And he’s still labeling her, he says he loves her DESPITE being Fae, DESPITE being an assassin. 

But the most unforgivable thing she is, is Queen. That is what throws him completely he could still have loved her if she were Fae, if she were an Assassin. But as Queen of the “enemy,” he falls to his knees. Because his first priority is always and has always been Adarlan. Adarlan and Dorian

Next, is Heir of Fire. 

“For a month now, it had been the same dream. Every night, over and over, until Chaol could see it in his waking hours. 
Archer Finn groaning as Celaena shoved her dagger up through his ribs and into his heart. …. The dream shifted, and Chaol could say nothing, do nothing as the golden-brown hair darkened to black and the agonized face wasn’t Archer’s but Dorian’s. ….
Enemy. Lover.
Queen.” p. 20

“Because Celaena was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen. 
It made her his mortal enemy. It made her Dorian’s enemy. Chaol still didn’t know what to do about it, or what it meant for them, for the life he’d imagined for them. The future he’d once dreamed of was irrevocably gone.” p. 22

“So that’s why you were so desperate to trade secrets - you wanted the information for his sake.” ….
“Dorian, please,” Chaol said. “I’m doing this for you, I swear it.” p. 195

Chaol is terrified of the Queen of Terrasen because of what it means for Dorian and Adarlan. He sees her as a threat to them both because of where she comes from. He seems to forget that she and Dorian were friends even when she couldn’t speak to him. He assumes that as the Queen of a conquered kingdom her first act will be bloodshed. 

Now, if I can’t convince you all of his character where it comes to Aelin, let Dorian

“Do you still love her?” 
Chaol closed his eyes for a moment. “A part of me will always love her. But I had to get her out of this castle. Because it was too dangerous, and she was… what she was becoming…” 
“She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw that other part of her…” Dorian said quietly. it had taken him until now, until Sorscha, to understand what that meant. “You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. … Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.” 
“I don’t - “
“You do. But what’s done is done, Chaol. And there is no going back, no matter how hard you try to change things. Like it or not, you played a role in getting us all to this point, too. You set her down that path, to revealing what and who she is, to whatever she decides to do now.”
“You think I wanted any of this to happen?” Chaol splayed his arms. “If I could, I would put it all back to the way it was. If I could, she wouldn’t be queen, and you wouldn’t have magic.” 
“Of course - of course you still see the magic as a problem. And of course you wish she wasn’t who she is. Because you’re not really scared of those things, are you? No - its what they represent. The change. But let me tell you,” Dorian breathed, his magic flickering and then subsiding in a flash of pain, “things have changed. And changed because of you. I have magic - there is no undoing that, no getting rid of it. And as for Celaena…” he clamped down on the power that surged as he imagined - for the first time, he realized - what it was to be her. “As for Celaena,” he said again, “you do not have the right to wish she were not what she is. The only thing you have a right to do is decide whether you are her enemy or her friend.” p. 233-234

Chaol fears the change. He wants simplicity. He wants rules, law, loyalty to the crown. But Celaena is forcing him to look at the world for what it really is. It is not simple. There are hard choices to make. And in a world where things are constantly shifting, slipping beyond his control, of course Chaol - stable, constant Chaol - becomes more and more frustrated for the catalyst of that change.

“Aedion’s chest tightened to the point of hurting. The captain was just staring at the old man. It was a message to the world. Aelin was a warrior, able to fight with blade or magic. And she was done with hiding.” p. 493

This is the only glimpse we get of Chaol’s reaction to Aelin’s emergence in Heir of Fire, but its important to understand the reaction in QoS completely. He is contained. He only stares at Murtaugh. He does not let his fear show despite this being the very news he feared from the moment he found out Celaena could have ties to an uprising in Terrasen. 

But of course, once he sees Aelin, after everything… Dorian… Sorscha… the Valg invasion… 

“If you hadn’t been so dramatic about it, hadn’t flaunted your defeat of Narrok and practically shouted at the king that you were back, he would never have called us to that room -” 
“You do not get to blame me for that. For his actions.” p. 48

“Tell me.” 
He shook his head, a gap in the streetlights shadowing his face. “No. Not a chance. Not with you so unpredictable.”  p. 49

“Right now we need to help Aedion and Dorian.” 
“There is no we. … There hasn’t been a we for a while, Celaena -”
“It’s Aelin now,” she snapped as loudly as she dared. “Celaena Sardothien doesn’t exist anymore.”
“You’re still the same assassin who walked away. You only came back when it was useful for you.” p. 50

Rage monster Chaol appears. His control is slipping because his entire wORLD is slipping. He blames her for things that are out of her control entirely and mistrusts, despite Dorian’s warning to him. 

“And what then?” Chaol asked. “Will you hold all of Rifthold hostage the way you did Doranelle? Burn anyone who doesn’t agree with you? Or will you just incinerate our kingdom from spite? And what of others like you, who feel that they have a score to settle with Adarlan?” He huffed a bitter laugh. “Perhaps we’re better off without magic. Perhaps magic doesn’t exactly make things fair amongst us mere mortals.”
“Fair? You think any part of this is fair?”
“Magic makes people dangerous.”
“Magic has saved your life a few times now, if I recall correctly.”
“Yes,” he breathed, “you and Dorian both - and I’m grateful, I am. But where are the checks against your kind? Iron? Not much of a deterrent, is it? Once magic is free, who is to stop the monsters from coming out again? Who is to stop you?” p. 53

*moment of silence for Chaolaena, cuz that was the very last straw*

“So Dorian is allowed to have magic. You can come to terms with his power, and yet my power is an abomination to you?” 
Dorian has never killed anyone. Dorian didn’t gut Archer Finn in the tunnels or torture and kill Grave and then chop him up into pieces. Dorian didn’t go on a killing spree at Endovier that left dozens dead.” p. 53

“It hadn’t even been a fair fight. Aelin had let it go on because Arobynn had wanted it to go on. And once she took out that clock tower and her magic was back… What checks would there be against her? Against Aedion, and that Fae Prince of hers, and all the warriors like them? A new world, yes. But a world in which the ordinary human voice would be nothing more than a whisper.” p. 197

Chaol’s mention of fair and of Aelin’s past killings really is just an echo of how he behaved right from the start. “What did you do to deserve it,” he said of her scars. Because he is still unable to see Adarlan for what it is. He sees it as Dorian’s kingdom, not as the force that conquered Terrasen and dozens of others of kingdoms and enslaved them, burned them, broke them. He doesn’t see Adarlan for its slaves or for its massacres. He ignores this because he is clinging to the truth he clung to his whole life - that his purpose is to serve his king and country, and without that he is no one. So he ignores the fact that Aelin killed to survive, was literally forced into it. That she killed Archer and Grave for the Princess he let die. 

It should also be noted that Chaol is somewhat of a bigot. He doesn’t understand Fae and their power and so he fears them, and seeks to restrict them. He wants checks against them. He was the same in CoM, when he suggested it was her “dark” secret, when he didn’t want to touch her. 

He is suggesting that Aelin, as he has done since he discovered her noble birth, will rise up and seek to punish all of Adarlan. He suggests that she is wicked, and cruel, and will do terrible things against the innocent simply for revenge. He spits upon her entire character. But, like we’ve pointed out, this has been his fear since BOOK 2. Fear of Aelin’s power and desire to protect Dorian are his two core motivators. 

To conclude, No. Chaol in Queen of Shadows was NOT ooc and was not some massive plot for SJM’s ships to set sail. It was completely in character, and also rather understandable given the pressure he was under and the fear he lived with every day. His mistake was in blaming Aelin and her court - for Dorian, for the world around him. He made a mistake. As all humans do. 

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What is the difference between nobles and merchants the idea is that merchants only sit around doing nothing making money of others work but isint that basically the same thing nobles do except they make it law that the people under them a half to pay taxes that the nobles use to buy pointless things like dresses

As with most questions of class, it comes down to questions of ideology and and power. 

Ideologically, the ideals of the nobility and of the merchant class were entirely opposite: noblemen were supposed to be open-handed (especially since their power originated from them acting as “ring-givers” to armed men), ostentatiously luxurious (so as to display their glory and magnificence that set them apart from the common herd) and pleasure-seeking, bold and reckless in pursuit of fame and glory; merchants were supposed to be thrifty, sober, and prudent. 

The nobleman saw in the merchant a coward who would debase himself (and debase others) for mere profit, and who valued his skin more than his honor; the merchant saw the nobleman as a hypocritical parasite who despised anyone who worked for a living and exalted his own idleness, while excusing mindless debauchery and bloodshed by appeal to obsolete virtues. 

But as a Marxist historian would argue, there is always the means of production. The power of the nobility was in landed wealth and their rights to extract labor and taxes from those who dwelt on their land. The power of the merchant was in capital, and thus to a feudal mindset represented that terrifying impossibility: wealth not based on land and feudal tenure, notional, imaginary wealth that could fly through the air invisible like spirits and reshape entire economies, and somehow turn a peasant into a magnate richer than any nobleman, threatening the social hierarchy

And to a merchant, the medieval order itself was the dead hand of the past, the obstacle to all progress. As Polayni notes, capitalism requires free markets in land, labor, and money - feudalism had frozen land into an unbreakable chain of agreements between lords and vassals; serfdom had chained men to their land and their ancestral occupations; faith had deemed lending money at interest to be a mortal sin. 

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Drabble meme - Petrichor? ♥

Rating: Teen
Pairing: Ten x Rose
Summary: Rose lands on a mysterious planet while dimension hopping and encounters some unexpected help.
Tags: Reunion, Bad Wolf, Wolf, Dark & mysterious forests
Words: 1744
Find it: AO3TS
Notes: Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.

I’ve been picking at this fic for aaaages. It just wasn’t working in the original version, so this morning I rewrote the beginning and the rest of it just flowed. I hope you like it!!

Unbeta’d, so please excuse any mistakes.

Following the Wolf

The cannon ejects Rose onto the ground, the energy so powerful it buckles her knees, and she falls forward onto her face with a grunt, the breath forced from her lungs.

It takes her a moment to get her bearings. This journey through the void was worse than any other thus far, the force of it almost making her feel as though her body was about to explode in a thousand tiny fragments. She needs to find the Doctor – and soon – because she fears the consequence of her jumps might one day destroy her.

Rose shuts down those dark thoughts and returns to the present, carefully checking her body for injuries and studying her surroundings.

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List of reasons why Cynder needs a hug.

1) She was kidnapped as a egg.

2) Is one of two survivors of the eggs because her kidnappers murdered all the eggs but hers.

3) She was brainwashed and forced to grow into an adult from birth by dark magic in order to be used as a weapon of war.

4) She was forced to cause massive death and destruction while brainwashed.

5) As pointed out in Eternal Night, she remembers all of the above and is ashamed for it. Meaning that Cynder was fully conscious and aware the whole time she was brainwashed and is unable to do anything about it.

6) After being freed and rescued, she is so ashamed of her crimes (which is not her fault) that she leaves the temple out of guilt (not helped by Sprax).

7) Gets captured twice, the second time by the people who was reasonable for her hellish life.

8) Misses three years of her life (because of the crystal putting her, Spyro and Sprax to sleep) to avoid dying and wakes up imprisoned AGAIN.

9) Her movement is limited due to an unbreakable chain that is connected to Spyro (which also limits his movements as well). (This blow is lightened due to her and Spyro making good use of the chain, but still).

10) Wakes up in a hellish world ruled by her former master.

11) Apart from the Dragons and Hunter, almost everyone blames her for her (unwilling) crimes and never lets her live it down.

12) Loses Ignitus, one of the few people who cares about her.

13) Is brainwashed again due to a mixture of mind games and dark magic by her former master (but quickly freed).

14) Almost dies.

Thank goodness she got her happy ending because the poor girl deserved it.

P.S. If there are more reasons that I somehow forget, feel free to add!

The Julia Legare Legend 

Back in the mid-1800s, Julia was declared dead and interred in the family’s mausoleum. 15 years later it was opened again and Julia’s remains were crumpled at the foot of the mausoleum’s door. She had been buried alive. The family horrified, entombed her once more. After that every time the door was closed it would be found open a day later. 

Chains and unbreakable locks were used to keep the mausoleum sealed tight, but they would always break and the door would open. As little as 50 years ago a door was put on that could only be removed by industrial heavy machinery and that door was also opened.

That’s when everyone gave up trying to close the door. To this day, the original door is nothing more than broken marble that sits in the grassy doorway to the tomb. It is thought her spirit can rest in peace.

Left Behind Part 9/10

Originally posted by coporolight

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Similarities to domestic violence

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N: I am mixing two requests together, I hope you guys don’t mind.

Anonymous Request: Hi! I love your stories. Could you do fanfiction where reader is Tony’s younger sister who was in car with her parents that night when they died and Winter Soldier took her to HYDRA where they made her one of Winter Soldiers? Before final fight between Tony and Steve, Tony wakes reader up and she would fight them if there wasn’t Bucky who calm her down. Then Bucky isn’t freeze again but he is helping reader to get back into normal life. I’m sorry for my mistakes English isn’t my first language.

Request #2: hiya!!! I love a love across time!!! I was wondering if you would consider doing Fic where the reader has been kidnapped by Hydra and Brock Rumlow becomes her handler and he turns her into a weapon and she has trigger words but the reader has been trying to escape from his control over her. she meets Bucky and he is trying to protect her from Brock and they are on the run from from hydra and she is struggling to get Brock out of her mind. Bucky is trying to get her back to her normal life again.

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anonymous asked:

*Hands over a deep purple amulet with an unbreakable silver and gold chain.* Here. As long as you wear this, You can have your own body, even beyond this M!A. You should both be able to physically have each other, not just mentally.

*They’re both shocked, but Neg reaches out and takes it.*

“…Only if you want me to, Posy.”

*He was grinning, bouncing up and down.*

“Put it on put it on put it on!”

*He does so, smiling. Patt squeals.*

optimuspizza  asked:

History of the entire Vore-ld I guess

“When Cronos ate his children at the beginning of time, it sparked an unbreakable chain of events that would slowly evolve onto what we know now as vore. From the vore prophet Jonah to the guy who wrote “Fantastic Voyage,” our vorefathers before us have inspired us to carry on this tradition nobly through the ages.”

theghostonthestairs  asked:

Hello! A friend recommended you, is there anything you can tell me about Hecate? I'm kind of at ground zero.

Ohhhh boy, do I ever! Most of what a Google search will find on this magnificent Goddess is based upon later sources, or are moderately recent inventions. Note that I have no problem with that: I believe the Theoi can change—especially in the eyes of the people who worship Them—and one of the ways They do so is by the practice of epithets. So, in my personal practice, this modern version of Hekate is an epithet of Her that I respect, but do not offer sacrifice to. Yet, even in the time of the ancient Hellenes, Hekate’s domains were entirely re-invented, so to say She would not have changed after the fall of the Hellenic empire seems not only futile to me, but disrespectful to a very adaptable Titan Goddess.

Hekate’s (Ἑκατη) worship was most likely imported from Thrace or Anatolia, where—especially at the latter—records were found of children being named after Her. This version of Her is single-faced, rules in heaven, on the earth, and in the sea, is a Theia of childbirth—to both animals and humans—and it is She who bestows wealth on mortals, victory, wisdom, good luck to sailors and hunters, and prosperity to youth and to the flocks of cattle. Yet, if mortals do not deserve Her gifts, she can withhold them from them just as easily. After the Titanomachy, Zeus bestowed upon Her the highest of honors. This is the Hekate found in Hesiod’s Theogony, written around 700 BC:

“Again, Phoebe came to the desired embrace of Coeus. […] And she conceived and bare Hecate whom Zeus the son of Cronos honoured above all. He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea. She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods. For to this day, whenever any one of men on earth offers rich sacrifices and prays for favour according to custom, he calls upon Hecate. Great honour comes full easily to him whose prayers the goddess receives favourably, and she bestows wealth upon him; for the power surely is with her. For as many as were born of Earth and Ocean amongst all these she has her due portion. The son of Cronos did her no wrong nor took anything away of all that was her portion among the former Titan gods: but she holds, as the division was at the first from the beginning, privilege both in earth, and in heaven, and in sea. 
Also, because she is an only child, the goddess receives not less honour, but much more still, for Zeus honours her. Whom she will she greatly aids and advances: she sits by worshipful kings in judgement, and in the assembly whom she will is distinguished among the people. And when men arm themselves for the battle that destroys men, then the goddess is at hand to give victory and grant glory readily to whom she will. Good is she also when men contend at the games, for there too the goddess is with them and profits them: and he who by might and strength gets the victory wins the rich prize easily with joy, and brings glory to his parents. 

And she is good to stand by horsemen, whom she will: and to those whose business is in the grey discomfortable sea, and who pray to Hecate and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, easily the glorious goddess gives great catch, and easily she takes it away as soon as seen, if so she will. She is good in the byre with Hermes to increase the stock. The droves of kine and wide herds of goats and flocks of fleecy sheep, if she will, she increases from a few, or makes many to be less. So, then. albeit her mother’s only child, she is honoured amongst all the deathless gods. And the son of Cronos made her a nurse of the young who after that day saw with their eyes the light of all-seeing Dawn. So from the beginning she is a nurse of the young, and these are her honours.” (ll. 404-452)

Epithets associated with this version of Her are:

  • Krataeis (the Mighty One)
  • Kourotrophos (nurse of children)
  • Soteira (“Saviour”)

It is speculated that Hesiod hailed from a region where Hekate was heavily worshipped, and as such, his views upon Her power and stature were not reflected in the rest of Hellas, where other—Olympian—divinities took up her role—Artemis as the protector of animals, Nemesis as the administrator of justice, Selene as Theia of the moon, etc. As such, it was only logical that her power was dwindled down some—or, more accurately, focussed—into darker territories like the night, the (new) moon, spirits, the underworld, and sorcery when her cult spread throughout Hellas.

The Homeric Hymn to Demeter—composed somewhere in the late seventh century BC or the sixth century BC—sets this in motion, making Her an Underworld Goddess, and giving Her a Khthonius character. She becomes linked to caves, to torches, to night, and the Underworld itself. This transitional Hekate—still a protector of youth, and a bringer of plenty, but a more mysterious Goddess, linked to both the upper- and lower world—aids Persephone by being a torchbearer to Her mother, and by watching over Persephone when She is in the Underworld. When it is time for Persephone to leave, it is Hekate who guides Her out. It is this Hekate that is linked to the Eleusinian Mysteries.
Epithets associated with these events are:

  • Propolos (the attendant who leads)
  • Phosphoros (the light-bringer)

Hellenic tragedians felt drawn to the Khthonic side of Hekate, and slowly Hekate transformed into a Titan Goddess of the night, the moon, and (protection against) witchcraft, ghosts and necromancy. In this period, roughly around the fifth century BC, She also became the Goddess associated with crossroads, and Her triple form was born. Pausanias’ ‘Description of Greece’ wrote of this form:

"Of the gods, the Aeginetans worship most Hecate, in whose honor every year they celebrate mystic rites which, they say, Orpheus the Thracian established among them. Within the enclosure is a temple; its wooden image is the work of Myron, and it has one face and one body. It was Alcamenes, in my opinion, who first made three images of Hecate attached to one another, a figure called by the Athenians Epipurgidia (on the Tower); it stands beside the temple of the Wingless Victory.” [2.30.2] 

There are two versions of this depiction. Both forms—when made into a statue—are called ‘Hekataia’. The first are three women, beautiful and young—a maiden, as Hekate was always depicted—usually around a pillar, holding various attributes. A version of Her in this depiction can be found on the right. Statues like these used to stand at crossroads in ancient Hellas, as well as near the gates to a home, which was just as much a crossroads. Hekate, in this form, became a Goddess of purification, expiation, and protection, associated with thresholds and gates, both reaching back to the Underworld association. Very rarely, She was represented with a single body, and three heads, all looking different ways.

In another, scarier, and more bestial version, Hekate is depicted similarly as above, but with the heads of various animals. The Greek Magical Papyri, or Papyri Graecae Magicae, name the three as such, but variations exist:

“Take a Lodestone and on it have carved a Three-faced Hekate. And let the Middle Face be that of a Maiden wearing Horns, and the Left Face that of a Dog, and the One on the Right that of a Goat.”

It is this Hekate that is appeased with the Deipnon, at the new moon: the last day of the month. These days, when the nights kept getting darker and darker, were some of the scariest days of the month, and were considered impure. The night when the moon completely disappeared was sacred to Hekate, as Hekate was able to placate the souls in Her wake, and could purify the household of miasma accumulated during the month. Removing this miasma allowed the members of the household to call on Hekate during the following month in times of need—as we have seen was common practice—and be more likely to have Her look favorably upon the supplicant.

Epithets associated with this version of Her are:
  • Apotropaia (that turns away/protects)
  • Enodia (Goddess of the paths)
  • Klêidouchos (Keeper of the Keys)
  • Propylaia (the one before the gate)
  • Tricephalus or Triceps (The Three-Headed)
  • Triodia/Trioditis (who frequents crossroads)
  • Trimorphe (three-formed)

The spell above—taken from the Papyri—is used to make a protective amulet, and offer protection much in the same way as her three-formed appearance at crossroads and entrances does. Then again, the Hekate in the Papyri is not a gentile being. The materials in the Papyri—which are Graeco-Roman Egyptian in origin—stem from anywhere between the second century BC to the fifth century AD, and show a much darker—although highly honored—part of Her, still linked to many other Goddesses:

“To You, wherefore they call You Hekate, Many-named, Mene, cleaving Air just like Dart-shooter Artemis, Persephone, Shooter of Deer, night shining, triple-sounding, Triple-headed, triple-voiced Selene, Triple-pointed, triple-faced, triple-necked, And Goddess of the Triple Ways, who hold untiring Flaming Fire in Triple Baskets, And You who oft frequent the Triple Way and rule the Triple Decades, unto me Who’m calling You be gracious and with Kindness give Heed, You who protect the Spacious World At night, before whom Daimons quake in Fear and Gods Immortal tremble, Goddess who Exalt Men, You of Many Names, who bear Fair Offspring, Bull-eyed, Horned, Mother of Gods And Men, and Nature, Mother of All Things, for You frequent Olympos, and the broad And boundless Chasm You traverse. Beginning and End are You, and You Alone rule All. For All Things are from You, and in You do all Things, Eternal One, come to their End. As Everlasting Band around Your Temples you wear Great Kronos’ Chains, unbreakable And unremovable, and You hold in Your Hands a Golden Scepter. Letters ‘round Your Scepter Kronos wrote Himself and gave to You to wear that All Things stay steadfast: Subduer and subdued, Mankind’s Subduer, and Force-subduer; Chaos, too, You rule. Hail, Goddess, and attend Your Epithets, I burn for You this Spice, O Child of Zeus, Dart-shooter, Heav’nly One, Goddess of Harbors, who roam the Mountains, Goddess of Crossroads, O Nether and Nocturnal, and Infernal, Goddess of Dark, Quiet and Frightful One, O You who have Your Meal amid the Graves, Night, Darkness, Broad Chaos: Necessity Hard to escape are You; You’re Moira and Erinys, Torment, Justice and Destroyer, And You keep Kerberos in Chains, with Scales of Serpents are You dark, O You with Hair Of Serpents, Serpent-girded, who drink Blood, who bring Death and Destruction, and who feast On Hearts, Flesh Eater, who devour Those Dead untimely, and You who make Grief resound And spread Madness, come to my Sacrifices, and now for me do You fulfill this Matter.”

Epithets associated with this version of Her are:
  • Antania (Enemy of mankind)
  • Khthonian (Earth/Underworld goddess)
  • Prytania (invincible Queen of the Dead)

Throughout the following centuries—especially with the rise of Christianity—Hekate lost many of Her domains, and a greater focus was placed upon her darker features. Slowly, she became a sorceress, a witch, out to destroy the common man. By this time, she also became a crone. Around 1600 AD, William Shakesear describes the common opinion of Her best in his Macbeth:

"Have I not reason, beldams as you are? Saucy and overbold, how did you dare to trade and traffic with Macbeth in riddles and affairs of death, and I, the mistress of your charms, the close contriver of all harms, was never called to bear my part, or show the glory of our art?”

Hekate as the Queen of Witches, teacher of magic(k), ready to deal with desperate souls. This version of Hekate, especially combined with the Papyri Graecae Magicae, inspired occultist Aleister Crowley to write his Hymn for Her, and describe Her as a maiden-mother-crone trinity with Persephone and Demeter—the Goddesses with whom she was identified at Eleusis—in his 1917 novel ‘Moonchild’:

“…and thirdly, she is Hecate, a thing altogether of Hell, barren, hideous and malicious, the queen of death and evil witchcraft. […] Hecate is the crone, the woman past all hope of motherhood, her soul black with envy and hatred of happier mortals; the woman in the fullness of life is the sublime Persephone, for whose sake Demeter cursed the fields that they brought forth no more corn, until Hades consented to restore her to earth for half the year.”

Gerald Gardner—as all whom have been around the Neo-Pagan circles for a while undoubtedly know—was a great fan of Crowley, and used much of his teachings to create Wicca. This is how the modern image of Hekate entered modern Neo-Paganism, and how Hekate changed from a benign and helpful Goddess of animals, childbirth and victory into a Goddess associated with the dead, with magick, and sorcery. For those of you reading this who are not Hellenistic, perhaps this post will help you understand why Hellenists are usually not so happy with Hekate’s current image—if you weren’t already aware of those reasons. For Hellenists reading this, perhaps this post sheds some light on the modern incarnation of Hekate, and helps you figure out in what incarnation you want to worship Her at your home. Whatever the case, to my knowledge there isn’t a single other Hellenic Goddess who managed to reinvent Herself as much as Hekate did. In a changing time, Hekate found a way to stay current, and be revered by many around the globe: a divine skill, indeed, and one worthy of honors and respect.

  • people: aww jonathan is a sweet moe baby so pure, wouldn't heart a fly (◕‿◕✿)
  • jonathan: got into multiple fights as a kid
  • jonathan: tied frogs feet together and spun them around
  • jonathan: beat dio up till he cried when he was 12
  • jonathan: picked dio up with one hand and threw him off the second floor
  • jonathan: went into the infamously dangerous ogre street and beat up the leader
  • jonathan: ripped off practically unbreakable chains from his neck with his bare hands
  • jonathan: dropped and anvil on a zombie's head then pretended he didn't
  • jonathan: set himself and/or his surroundings on fire three times
  • me: damn u rite
I’ll Keep You Safe

Trigger Warning: None?
Summary: They were an impossibility. They were never supposed to exist–but they did. And he had every intention of giving them a life he’d never had.
Characters: Jackson Foley, Molly Foley, Charlotte Foley, Taryn Foley © me
Inspired by this.

Jackson Foley had heard stories.

Stories of falling in love with children the first time their fathers saw them. Stories of devotion and adoration and a strange, unbreakable bond like a chain, forged in the instant fathers first laid eyes on their child.

He hadn’t believed them. In his experience, no bond ever formed that quickly.

And it was well that he hadn’t put any stock in those stories.

It wasn’t when he saw his first daughter that he fell for her.

It was when he heard her.

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Share of Eternity – Feysand Fluff

Thank you so much for all the support from my Feysand Headcannons! Since it reached over 400 notes, I decided to write a fic. about some of them. The is the first Fic. I have ever written so bear with me here (and excuse my grammar). Hope you enjoy :-) 

 It was a vivid night. I gazed at he stars as we walked through the crowded streets of Velaris.

 It was such a relief to see people in the streets, laughing and dancing together, no longer huddled inside their houses in fear of a another attack. It has been a long while since we were able to have a night like this, we deserve it. We all fought bravely against Hybern, who had terrorized and killed countless innocents. But I wouldn’t think about the war, not tonight. Tonight is intended solely for joy and celebration.

  Sensing my thoughts through our bond, my mate’s grip around my hand tightened, he looked at me with a concerned look. I sent only love and joy down the unbreakable chain between us, I gave him a tender smile as we continued to walk down the cheerful streets of the Rainbow. My mate, my equal. That love filled my heart again, making me want to combust in happiness.

 He let go of my hand and wrapped his own around my waist, gently pulling me closer to him. My left side was pressed against his fine black tunic that accentuated the broad muscles of his torso. I laid a hand over his chest, leaning into him.

 “Indeed, it’s a lovely night, Feyre darling.” He purred.

 “And we are also late,” I countered.

 “I know,” He inclined his head against mine nuzzling my neck with his nose.

 I arched my neck and focused on the feeling of his lips so close to my skin, as if in answer Rhys laid a small kiss where my neck connects with my shoulder, my skin had already begun boiling. With my heart beating faster I arched my neck farther, allowing him to have better access to the delicate skin there.

  I didn’t care that we were in public and people were watching,  just as I didn’t care we were not even watching where we were going. I needed him. Now.

 He leaned further into me, I raised my other hand to caress his black ebony hair. His lips parted, around my main artery, his tongue just slightly brushing–

 Someone cleared their throat from behind us, making us both snap back to reality. “We wouldn’t be late if you two didn’t take so long to get ready,” Said Mor.

 Her hair was unbound allowing her golden curls to drift in the wind, she was finely dressed in a pretty red dress that complemented the red on her lips, and hugged her curves tightly. She looked stunning. Which I guess is why Azriel couldn’t take his eyes off her.

 Rhys smirked from my side. “I can’t help it if my mate looks absolutely delicious when she is dressing.”

 My cheeks warmed at the memory of him ‘helping’ me dress.

 Mor just grinned and rolled her eyes. Stepping closer, her hand found Azriel’s. She grazed a thumb down his scarred, mutilated hand and he smiled. Since he and Mor confessed their feelings for each other, Azriel smiling became a more common occurrence. His shadows seemed to lighten and his overall posture became more content.

 Around us the night reigned on, the streets filled with music and light, the colours of the Rainbow seemed more lively than ever. Occasionally, a citizen would stop and greet us, their High Lord and High Lady, and we would kindly smile back.

 The night’s breeze blew against my gown’s skirts, making them float in the wind. I wore a simple dark blue top, short enough to expose my midriff, and flowing chiffon skirts of the same colour. I bore silver jewelry, embedded with bits and pieces of sapphire that sparkled when the street lights caught them in the right angle.

 We finally reached our meeting point, I could already see a bulking form and a small delicate wisp against the light. Cassian and Nesta, bickering just outside the restaurant’s door. Cassian was casually dressed, unlike Rhys, for once out of his fighting leathers, his siphons still gleamed against the city light reminding everyone of the power he held inside.

  Nesta was a sight to behold, she wore a orange rayon dress that strapped around her neck in a golden clasp leaving her back visible, the fabric hugged her curves while still making her skirt flow gracefully around her. No doubt a high end article from one of the shops in Velaris.

  Cassian could barely concentrate on their argument, his gaze drifted from her eyes every once in awhile. Knowing how Nesta affected Cassian, It was a miracle he was still left standing. I surmised this was her way of revenge for some kind of argument they might have had earlier.

 Although they are mates, they still clash against each other. I didn’t think Nesta’s sharp tongue and Cassian’s fiery temper could ever truly be suppressed, but now they fought without aggression. Anger and rage no longer lingered in their eyes when they argued, that was long ago replaced by love and care. Even when they argued I knew Cassian would never hurt my sister, and I knew my sister did not have space in her heart for many people, but Cassian would always have a place there, along with me and Elain.

 Noticing our arrival they turned to face us.

 “What took you so long?” Nesta puffed.

Rhys and I exchange glances, grinning at one another. Cassian lifted his eyebrows in question and opened his mouth to say something. Rhys was quick to shoot him a glare, and Cassian thought better of if, closing his mouth with a knowing smirk.

 Nesta groaned her impatience. “If you knew you were going to be late, then you could have at least have warned us,” at that she turned around, dismissing us and heading inside.

  We all moved indoors, the restaurant was fairly busy tonight but we still all managed to fit inside the little waiting room. The owner nearly jumped from behind the small stand with the waiting list to greet us. She kissed each of us in the cheek, as always. It took a while for Nesta to grow accustomed to the familiarity of Velaris, but she ultimately liked it, finding comfort in it.  

  Albeit Rhys insisted that we waited in the waiting list like everyone else, especially on a busy night like this, she urged us to sit at our usual table in the edge of the restaurant, where we could still smell the spices coming from the inside while gazing at the stars and the festive streets of Velaris.

 I sat beside Rhys on the side of the table that was perched outside, Az and Mor sat in front of us, Nesta took the seat beside me and Cassian the seat in front of her. I spreaded my napkin across my lap and turned to Nesta.

“Any news from Elain?” I felt the whole table still, at the mention of my sister. Even Azriel’s shadows seemed to have wavered. Touchy topic with Nesta.

Nesta paused, “No. No news. For all I know, she is still dallying with her mate in Spring Court,” she said sharply.

 It had been a shock when Lucien was crowned High Lord of Spring when Tamlin had neglected his people to aid Hybern, and had eventually been defeated. But the biggest shock was when Elain announced she would be staying in Spring Court with her mate instead of coming back with Nesta. It took a long, long, long time for Nesta to finally come to terms with our sister’s wishes, she is finally able to hear her name without wanting to go back and drag Elain here personally.  Nesta respected her wishes, but I don’t think she will be truly over it any time soon. I didn’t have to see it to know Cassian was gripping her hand under the table.

 The owner came back to our table with a stack of menus propped at her waist. She weaved around the table, handing them out to us one by one and paused before Rhys.

 “Would you like the special menu?” she asked him even though she already knew the answer, as did I.

 Rhys smiled “You know I always love to pick from your exquisite special menu,” he said.

 The owner blushed as pure satisfaction filled her eyes, “Of course,” she said handing the menu to him.

 Ever since I accepted the mating bond, I always felt a spark of adoration down the bond whenever Rhys ate soup. It wasn’t long before that was the only food he would order when we dined in one of Velaris’ many restaurants. The owner must have noticed that, because she so cleverly assembled special soup menu, filled with all sorts of soup,  just for him.  One day, she just presented it to him, I  felt his joy rolling down the bond when she did.

 The owner took our orders and strolled to the kitchen. The night was more alive than ever now. There were a few street performers just outside the restaurant, close enough that we could hear the melody from our table. Since the war had ended, and I officially became High Lady, I had the pleasure of visiting many other courts. From all the music Prythian has to offer, the Night Court melodies will forever be my favourite. The rise and fall of the notes as the crescendo took over the melody, marked each and every piece played on our signature  violins, made of black oak ingrained with small freckles of sparkling rock, so it looked like the night sky.

 It didn’t take long before our food arrived, made with special care. Rhys sighed as he sniffed the smell coming from the warm noodle soup he ordered. Across the table Cassian was already draining his second glass of wine and pouring himself another one, Nesta scowling at him to mind his manners.

 The owner remained at our side long enough for Rhys to take a sip. “How is it tasting?”

  “Absolutely remarkable– as always.”

 She looked fulfilled, and it was no lie, her cooking was truly remarkable. I remember the first time they took me here, I had never tasted food so amazing.

 The owner left the table leaving me and Rhys smiling at each other more content than ever. Across from us Mor and Azriel seemed just as content as we were. I noticed how Azriel’s eyes had not left Mor once, as if he could still not believe that she was his. Everytime Mor caught him looking she would take his hands in hers and kiss them until he was back again, until he was sure that it was real. I could relate though.

 I remember how hard it was for me to let go of the misconception that I shouldn’t be with anyone after Tamlin. And I also remember how it felt after I let go of that, to finally allow myself to imagine a future with Rhys.

 Love poured down our bond, coming from Rhys. I turned my attention to him and was met with a sweet gentle smile, the one that made his face light up, and my heart sing in awe.

 From there the conversation kicked off. I finally felt secure and happy. No more threats. No more war. No more death. For the next long years to come we would live peacefully, that though finally seemed to sink in.  

 We finished up our meal and lingered a little longer until we decided to leave. Rhys  tipped the owner, quite a fair amount I’m sure, and payed the bill for everyone else, ignoring our friends’ protests, and we all left the restaurant.

 We walked down the street along the river. Mor and Azriel were holding hands, grinning like love birds. Nesta had quieted down, she sayed close to Cassian leaning her head against his shoulder, goosebumps on her arm, from the night chill. Cassia pulled her closer and ran a hand down her arm in an attempt to warm it.

 We were almost at the bank of the river when Mor blurred out “Who want’s to go dancing?”

 Cassian and Nesta exchanged looks, Nesta grinning at him.

“We’ll go,” He said.

 Nesta turned to me. “Coming?” she asked.

 Rhys didn’t have to ask to know that I didn’t feel like it. Overtime, I came to cherish these moments we spent together, just the two of us. Not that we didn’t go dancing and drinking, which we did, a lot.

 “You guys go ahead. We’ll stay,” He said

  They were already on the other side of the street when Rhys called back. “Oh, and Nesta?” she whipped her head toward him “Don’t let him get too drunk,” He said with a smik, she laughed and rolled her eyes. We watched them walk away before Rhys dramatically offered me his arm, which I took, and we began walking again.

 The night grew quieter as we did. The streets started emptying out, people either going home or inside some pub or restaurant. We walked along the riverbank until Rhys paused before the railing to admire the view, a blank mournful expression took hold of him.

 And I realized.

 We were in the same spot his sister loved. He claimed his father had to yank her from here, from this city. So much has changed, and yet nothing has. I could feel the guilt and desperation, the mourning and torturing thoughts down the bond. He was thinking about her, how he failed to save her, how that beam of light he swore to protect was ripped away from him.

 “Rhys,” I said quietly.

 He looked at me, pain filling every corner of his eyes. I placed my hand above his from where it sat on the metal railing.

 There was nothing to be said. There were no words that could soothe his pain. So I sent him loving stokes, ones that ensured him I understood. I gripped his arm leaning in to him and gently placing my head on his shoulder.

 From the shore you could see the townhouses on the other side. The water and sky were so dark, the stars were seamlessly reflected on the water. Every single one of them glowed against the Sidra, making it seem as if it were the contents the Cauldron used to form our skies. There was barely a line separating them at all, the water and night blended together in a way that seemed infinite. Together we stood there, gazing at our share of eternity.


           Chained like a dog again,, she hated getting in trouble, but honestly! These idiots didn’t see things right in front of their eyes sometimes, takes a womans touch…. true destroying a new invention the scientist had because it freaked her out was not a good example, but… cut her a break!

             She sighed and laid on her belly, burying her face into the floor. She was going to go bored out of her mind, it was hours sometimes before they unhooked her. And she’d been smart enough not to try to escape after a few times she did try. The chain was unbreakable, at least as far as she could tell, and electronic lock, no way to pick it.

               After a while she had fallen asleep, looking a bit more peaceful than she had been in a long time.