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chidoroki · 1 year

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Maybe it's a unpopular opinion but i think that, whatever Isabella thought about it, shipping Ray would have destroyed her. She tried to keep her distance from him, because she was afraid to love him like her son, because she was unable to save him. She says "i couldn't dote on you" but she also thinks "i love you so much". She loves him so much when she tried to not. So i'm pretty sure that giving him to demon ans seeing him die (because she sees the kids die) would have broke her heart forever

Oh for sure. I don’t think anything could break her as much as Leslie’s departure did, but having to ship out Ray would definitely land a critical hit on her heart. No one would ever know this, of course. Isabella would hide her true emotions on a daily basis, as she does with every other kid she sends to the gate, but despite their very unusual and complicated mother-son relationship, she still cares for him as much as any other kid she had the chance to raise. We just don't get to see her loving nature towards Ray much because.. well, she's real damn good at her job.

I believe she only distanced herself after she learned that Ray was her actual son. Before Ray made the deal with her, there was no reason for her to treat him any different from anyone else. She thought he was just another kid she had to raise to be eaten for some demons to ensure her own survival. It sounds bad, I know, but it also means there was no point in acting fake around him. Everything she did pre-agreement was as genuine as she could get, given the circumstances of the house. For the first couple of years, she was nothing but a mom to him, just like she was to the other kids.

The distance between them grew once the deal came into play because they now saw each other as enemies. That actually helped them in regards to them handling their different situations and their own emotions, as the deal gave them different roles to act in. The whole shepherd/sheepdog idea made their interactions more civil and blunt. Sure they both ended up despising one another and plotting for the other’s downfall, but the agreement ultimately made it easier for them to deal with each other, as all their actions, words, thoughts, etc were as fake as could be. They learned that by twisting their relationship in such an insane way would help keep their emotions out of the picture so they can each pursue their goal in their never-ending game of chess, sneaking around their formalities to gain advantages over the other.

If they had to act like a real mother & son to each other with all the knowledge they both had about the farm, it would certainly make those last six years mentally and emotionally exhausting, no matter how hard they tried to hide it. Makes me wonder if Ray never offered up himself as her watchdog, would Isabella have shipped him off early instead? She kept Ray around since she could still control and use him as her own puppet, but I dunno if her love for him would’ve been strong alone to save him. She takes her caretaker job so seriously that love certainly couldn't save any other kid of hers, so despite Ray being her actual son, I wouldn’t doubt that she might’ve shipped him out prematurely here. His test scores could possibly gave him the chance to stay a bit longer, since she favors results more than the rules of the house, but there’s no way she could’ve ignored a kid who knew the secret and have them walk around the plantation carefree either. That would’ve created several problems. In the end, the deal was a huge benefit to them both. Obviously it spared Ray's life, but it also saved Isabella from getting even more emotionally attached to him by tossing their precious relationship aside.

Of course I know she does love him deep down. All I need to prove it is this one page that still manages to break my heart in several pieces and oh my god y’all I love them so damn much aaaaahhhh. Damn it Shirai! Did you really have to do this to them? And to me??

Aside from all the occasions I’ve spoken about Isabella loving her kids & Ray, ch 181.7 also throws the truth right in our faces once more thanks to Ray’s goodbye note. I recently mentioned in my 182days posts how touching it was for Isabella to hold onto the children's stuff because it shows us how near and dear they all were to her heart, so while she does eventually use the note to gain trust from Matilda & the other ladies, I firmly believe she kept it as a memento of Ray first and foremost. We see her holding onto that note here as if it’s just the most precious thing in the world and it warms my heart knowing that she kept it on her person the night of the escape since the entire house literally went up in flames and everything else in it was lost. If her love for Ray was this obvious to the four sisters who barely knew a thing about her, then it had to be clear as hell to her actual kids.

The love she feels for her kids (& Ray most importantly) should also be common knowledge to us readers as well, but I see some people doubt it every now and then still. It's fine, really. People will always see her as a villain and that's understandable. But *gestures to everything I ever said about this woman* hello?? Pfftt. ANYWAYS! Thanks for letting me ramble on about these two! (and if you're the same anon who sent the other ask that came in right after this one then I'll be answering that one shortly.)

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aleksa-sims · 2 years

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My RL Sims-Story (18+)

CW: addiction, drugs

This morning Philip called me and told me, he has been home for a few days. He will stay here for the next 4 weeks. He has come to see his baby. Slowly he began to accept, that he has a little daughter now, he has to take care of. Philip seemed to me ok and relaxed about all this, but....he wasn’t! He was overwhelmed! Just with everything! And he did something, he didn’t want to! It was about Isabella 😒 .....I wish I’d stayed with him, but... I couldn’t!! I just wasn’t able to deal with P.’s problems and his baby!! I mean, look at me! I was a drug-addicted disaster!! I was high! I could hardly stand on my feet that day. Before I went to P., I saw that guy Mike. My new dealer.

I met him alone somewhere in a park in the dark. I bought the usual stuff, but Mike gave me something else, something new! He wanted me to try, but I wanted to show it to Daniel first. Speaking of D.! He didn’t know about all this! He started working again. His summer vacation was over and when he went to work, Philip called me. That’s why I couldn’t tell Daniel, but...I will! 😟 Actually, I shouldn’t have gone to Philip! I know! 🤦‍♀️ But Isabella that beast! 😠 Of course, she told Philip that I have a new boyfriend. But honestly? I knew Isabella would tell him. Still, Philip wanted some answers from me, which I owed him, I think. 😔

When I stood in front of P.’s door, I wanted to turn back for a short moment.😢

But before I could change my mind, Philip opened the door and hugged me as soon as he saw me.

He asked me if everything was okay with me? I had to take a deep breath before I could answer him. Normally, I would make jokes about Philip’s hair, because he told me on the phone, that he got his hair cut, but somehow that hairstylist screwed it up a bit. I just told him I was dizzy and had to drink water, so we went to the kitchen.

Philip quickly realized what was going on! I was high and not really thirsty, which is why he got a little.... crabby, but not only because of that! He wanted to know, who my new.......lover 🤨 was.

Me: Don’t look at me like that! 😳 I know what you’re thinking! I can hear your thoughts.

Philip: Then you know we need to talk! Seeing you like.... THIS, depresses me!! 😠

Me: I'm so strung out! Idk what to say? 😞

Philip: Who is he? 😠 After such a short time! How could you? 🤦‍♂️ 😔

Me: You broke up with me! Just like Nico! I was hardly over him and only a short time after that, you hurt me too! You, like, totally blew me off. You said I was your biggest mistake! 😞

Philip: I never said this to YOU! I meant Nico, you & me!

Me: You were so mad and pissed, that you don’t know what you said to me! But I didn’t get it out of my mind! And I was done with you, P.! 🤷‍♀️....But then, one day, you suddenly came back to me, as if nothing had happend and wanted me to forgive you! And I forgave you! But I couldn’t tell you that.....I was already starting to date someone new. Someone, who has become very important to me in the meantime and without him, I would be much worse off now!... When Isabella told me it was your baby, I just didn’t want to wait for you to come back to me and hope you won’t forget me. But he-,..he was there! By my side, all the time.

Philip: But you promised me as soon as I’m done with my semester abroad, we’ll be together! I mean-, yea, I knew you were going to see someone else, we didn’t want to talk about this topic! But we made a promise! Can you keep this, A.? 😠

Me: I-..I don’t know what the future will bring? I don’t know what will be in 8 months. But I will always be there, if you need me! I promised you that and I will keep it. 😟

Philip: And what if that smack kills you? 😠 🤷‍♂️ What should I do then? You think this will help me? Knowing that I just looked away? Because it seems to me, that’s what you and your new lover do together, right? You expect me to watch you destroy yourself.

Me: Don’t say that! 😢 ... I swear, I will quit drugs! I just... need a little more time! 😟

Philip: It’s Dominick!😠 That fucker! He gets you that shit, that’s why your parents went crazy.

Me: Dominick? 🤨 Ew, NO!! 🤢 ...Ugh, P.! It’s-..... Daniel! 😬... I know, I know! But, please P.! Believe me! He is not bad! I know he was acting like a jerk when we first ran into him,, but even then, you started threatening him and not the other way around.

Philip: Damn, A.! 🤦‍♂️ Daniel? 😠 I still know how he wanted to lure you with his damn drugs. He's just using you! I could read it all over his face. How he looked at you! 😠 As if you were exactly what he was looking for. I just knew it! That’s why I freaked out when he texted you. I was right about him!!.... I’m gonna kill him! 😠 😠

Me: 🤨... I see, telling you about him, was probably not such a good idea?......That’s why I didn’t tell you!! And Daniel doesn’t give me drugs, hell! 😠 😠 I wanted all this, Philip! Not him! He doesn’t have to give me drugs to sleep with me. I, wanted to sleep with him! I just wanted to forget what was with YOU! 😒

Philip: Fuck, A.! Don’t you love me anymore? 🙁 🤷‍♂️

Me: Would I be here, if I didn’t love you? 😟

Philip: Then leave him and stay here! With me! As it should be! I know, I have to leave soon again, but we’ll find a solution, or I’ll just stay here with you.

Me: We’ve already discussed this, Philip! So many times! 😩 It just doesn’t work! Besides, you promised Isabella something! And I can’t leave Daniel!

Philip: 🤦‍♂️... Let’s-... let’s talk about your dad. Why the hell did he kick you out?

Me: You know why! 😭

Philip: Shit!... Come here. No matter what happens, you can always come to me. I’ll give you the key to my apartment.

Me: No, please don’t! 😨 I don’t trust myself!.... Without you, I don’t want to stay here........ I just can’t! 🤦‍♀️ Can we please stop talking for a while😢

Philip: Come on, let’s move to the couch.😟

Philip & his Baby....

After we both calmed down a bit, Philip told me how it was when he met his baby. He was extremely nervous, but when he had his little girl in his arms, he could finally feel it and also believe, that she is his. He could not describe or explain it exactly......He just remembered his dad’s words, which he said to him a few hours before that... P. 's Dad asked him, if he could raise a baby all by himself or would he like to do this with Isabella? After all, the little one has everything she needs and grows up with rich people. So if he doesn’t want all this, he should just.... let it be and let fate decide what will happen. But Philip didn’t want to be like his dad! 💙... He abandoned him for years, for the same reason!! His dad was only 21 at the time, just like Philip was when he had a baby.

The next day, with the help of his mom, Philip made room for his little one, here, in his apartment and also bought her a bed. Later Isabella came with their little one and Philip learned some important things about babies. His mom showed him how to wrap her, how to prepare her bottle and what else to take care of. Isabella was not really interested in all this. She knew already how it worked, so she just took selfies of herself, Philip & the baby. And of course she also posted her pics and even sent me a pic. Idk why she did this??🤦‍♀️ However, Philip’s baby spent some days with him and as I mentioned at the beginning, he seemed relaxed and....happy to me 😕 🤷‍♀️, but the truth was completely different. He was totally overwhelmed.

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murderfabrication · 2 years

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Completely self-indulgent design notes

...What the title says. I wanted to talk about my character designs! Although they are all meant to have a certain simplicity to them - the concept being that these people look like normal folks despite having an incredible talent - I think about them a lot, and I won’t even say everything here.

For the character’s sprites, please refer to the Wiki, because including them would make this post even longer than it already is.

Neo –

Neo is a beautiful young man with an artsy/fashionable look. The blue half of his hair was most likely destroyed with bleach, explaining its waviness, whereas his hair would naturally be curly. His current sprite does a bad job of showing that off – in other artworks, and hopefully a future version of his sprite, Neo’s natural hair is dark and curly.

With his dark eyes, long eyelashes and skinny build drowning in an oversized overshirt, Neo is meant to come across as the pretty boy Keith says he is.

Neo cares about his palette. He chose blue and stuck with it. I wonder if there was a particular reason behind it?

Akiro –

I already redrew his sprite once… but it was years ago. His haircut changed, and I love the current one to bits. It works even better for him. The main flaw with his current sprite is that his sleeves look ungodly – his t-shirt is meant to be accidentally oversized, but these just look ugly.

Akiro is adorable and discrete, but surprisingly tall for being the cute boy character. Being 176cm tall, he’s the same height as Neo, and almost the same height as Jan. He has really big eyes, partly because I drew them too big back in 2019, but in his case, it was also a conscious choice – he’s the cute character, after all.

His orange hair and green eyes are the way they are because of anime rules. In-universe, Akiro is and looks Japanese. Yes, I have thought of what he would look like in a more “realistic” setting.

Does his pocket actually have a life of its own, or am I giving it a different expression on some drawings as a joke? Someone should probably figure that out.

Oscar –

Oscar was recently redrawn, and slightly redesigned. While I liked the look of his former sprite (there was something special about his head, idk), its proportions were completely fucked up, even by Danganronpa standards. I updated his hair to look more like the way I draw him in my personal art (see here and here for example), mostly because it’s more fun to draw, and I assume it makes him more fun to look at.

Oscar’s arms are massive. Neo describes his upper body in details in Chapter 3. Though I don’t remember if that was on purpose when I drew his first version, I let him keep the slightly big ears. I wouldn’t say they should stick out a lot, but if you look at them, they’re rather large. His new design sports new small details, like some buttons and earrings, did you notice them?

Oscar’s redesign sports a black mole high on the bridge of his nose. It stands out from a mole like Isabella’s or Lois’ by its particular darkness. Is it an actual mole, or a tattoo?

By the way, you guys were NOT supposed to be this horny for him.

Ciel –

My favourite clown. His sprite was revamped at some point, and I’m very happy with it. Ciel is very pale, with naturally crazy hair (à la Komaeda? In truth, the shape of his hair was first inspired by Taichi Fujisaki). He is meant to have a youthful appearance, just to look his age.

As ends up being described in the story (was it Chapter 2 or 3?), his t-shirt is meant to fit perfectly around his shoulders, so as to not hinder his movements despite its large collar. Two black sleeves stand out from underneath it, perhaps from a tank top (…).

The trousers Ciel wears, of course not visible on his halfbody sprite, are very big biker jeans. They look completely out of place with his delicate teal top.

Being 166cm tall, Ciel is the shortest Guy™ in the cast by a long shot, second to Keith, who is practically the same height as Neo.

Mina –

I swear I will revamp her sprite one day, and she will have ears.

Mina is not just small – everything about her appearance makes her look like an adorable little girl. No one would even dare to assume she’s a teenager. The pigtails certainly don’t help, and one should wonder why she would do her hair this way if she wishes to be taken seriously.

I have been told in the past that her uniform makes her look even more like a schoolgirl. That wasn’t exactly my intent, however. I think that if you imagined an adult woman wearing the exact same outfit, she could come across as a prettily dressed detective. I think her main illustration, if I ever draw it, should show her in the same outfit but with some accessories to show off how it all comes together.

Emily –

Emily’s sprite is one of the few from my first, very old batch, that I still like today. She’s so cute.

Emily is the Ultimate Fashionista, which I must insist doesn’t mean “gyaru”. She’s one of those USians. When it comes to her style, however, I just threw a bunch of stuff at random that I thought seemed fashionable in 2017/2018 when I designed her, and with no knowledge of fashion whatsoever. Her palette, mostly, was an odd choice, but… I guess it’s what makes her iconic. Since Murder Fabrication takes place in the future, I can come up with whatever I’d like.

A redesign of Emily would most likely keep her outfit the same, but add more visible make-up – although in Chapter 3, Isabella implies that simple make-up looks are in fashion.

Emily is meant to be a beauty with a cute face and a cute voice.

Benjamin –

When I drew Benjamin’s first sprite, it wasn’t obvious that he was pretty. I clearly fixed that since... Though jokes aside, that is of course subjective and I just happen to have very specific biases.

When it comes to Ben, there’s no “I realised his outfit was ugly so I decided I would make a joke out of it”. It was always meant to be impractical and cheap looking. By the way, I recently made him a few centimetres taller to accentuate his towering over the cast, even by a bit, at a whopping 184cm when the other Guys™ are more so in the 175cm range. Ciel refers to him as a giant at least once.

Ben’s hair is meant to count as dark, or black hair in-universe, unlike other characters who have fantasy or fake hair colours. Ben is Chinese-American and meant to look the part.

Chloe –

So, Chloe… she has “dark skin”, for being mostly white. Though she may have mixed origins, she is meant to pass as white, with tan skin due to spending a lot of time under the sun.

At least that’s where I stand on her backstory right now. I fully admit that my design and shading choices for her came from being inexperienced back then.

I’m still on the fence on whether I want to keep what she’s wearing a dress, or turn it into a simple apron – I can see her wearing shorts underneath. But I also like the dress idea. I need to think about it hard.

Ultimately, Chloe is meant to have an innocent look.

Andi –

I don’t know that I have much to say about Andi’s design. It’s meant to be simple, yet fashionable. In an immortal look kind of way. As is clearly revealed at some point in the story, she dyes her hair.

Not too unlike Emily, Andi is meant to have the looks of a beautiful young woman, although I wouldn’t describe her face as cute – you know, that savage-looking little girl with a loud personality, messy hair, scratches all over and a sense for adventure?

Finally, her palette looks familiar, doesn’t it?

Chris –

It’s surprising that her first sprite didn’t sport muscles. It mostly comes down to me not really realising that one could draw them back then. As the Ultimate Gymnast, Chris is strong from practicing regularly.

If I redrew her sprite again, I would probably rework the way her hair frames her head. Other than that, Chris is well-endowed for being so muscular (à la Hermes Costello, except… does Chris seem like someone who would go under the knife for this?) and has intimidating eyes.

Isabella –

Isabella looks and sounds soft, in an almost sleepy way. Like that girl at the Eurovision 2021 who came onstage wearing PJs and looked like she was about to fall asleep the entire night. Isabella wears a lot of make-up, and Neo eventually points out, when he sees her without it, that she looks very different.

Contrary to Benjamin’s clothes, her simple make-up look was a rookie mistake which I decided to turn into a thing (as she states in Chapter 3), just because I could.

Despite her pastel clothes (which I might edit to look even more pastel someday) and soft look, Isabella is a tall, imposing woman, with even more imposing twin tails. Those are of course reminiscent of a certain Danganronpa character, and not by accident.

Jan –

I’m not happy with his recent sprite – Jan is meant to be very good looking. I have immense Jan brainrot and could probably write an entire novel of design notes for him. With his athletic build and calm composure, he may come off as slightly older than he is, though not by a long shot.

His hair is naturally platinum blonde. I wish it looked obviously fluffier, but Jan admittedly puts effort into keeping it tame – admitting it some fluff, a brilliant coiffé-décoiffé, at least it’s meant to be this way in-universe.

I hate his uniform for being so boring, but it’s meant to be this way. Jan is stuck here wearing a boring, very formal school uniform. It’s also meant to hide a certain small detail, which gets revealed at some point in the story.

Jan wears a single earring on his right ear, and no, I don’t want to hear it. As for his face, it’s very delicate, almost feminine – but with a distinctively masculine shape, he comes off as a very pretty boy indeed.

One last thing I’ll note… while Jan has the smaller eyes usually given to masculine characters in Danganronpa, doesn’t something about them look different from Benjamin’s or Oscar’s? Even Neo’s or Keith’s, if you look attentively?

Keith –

Speaking of. Keith’s new sprite isn’t my favourite sprite, but does a much better choice of showing off what he’s meant to look like. Despite his own claims, Keith is one of the pretty boys himself – I’m very particular about the shape of his eyes, which I find very pretty on top of being cute.

As for his hair, it’s meant to be an absolute mess. An absolutely horrendous haircut. I don’t know how I even failed to portray that the first time. All it’s good for is making him one of the only characters with an ahoge (along with Akiro and Jan).

Much like Jan, Keith is wearing his uniform, though it has arguably a little more personality. Besides, Keith’s difference with Jan is that he would dress like absolute garbage otherwise – what, did you really expect any different? With his choppy hair and depressed attitude?

Noah –

While Noah is stereotypically attractive due to his muscular build, his face is truly meant to be incredibly cutesy. I would like it to stand out from Akiro in the way that Akiro looks like a cute guy, and Noah looks almost childish. It clashes with his body and talent.

Much like Keith’s, if not worse, Noah’s hair is meant to be an overgrown mess. As is soon revealed, his thick fringe is no accident. His hair hides even his left ear.

I have no idea why I gave him an eyebrow slit, LOL.

His first design was mostly green because haha, Soldier, I guess. However, his palette changed because not only is he off-duty, but also because “I can see her sad song shining, and everything around her turns to gold”.

Alice –

Ugh I love her and I’m happy I designed her hair at a time when I was the type of inexperienced that took more risks. That being said her skin is almost exactly #FFFFFF and… I guess it’s too iconic not to stay now.

I still like her sprite, much like Emily’s, though if I redrew it today I would make her freckles look more natural and accentuate her thin build.

She’s really not heavy, after all.

I don’t know what else to say about her. She’s dressed to trek. I think she’s pretty. Oh, right – on the very day that I wrote her physical description (at work…), my mom took me to a store to buy the EXACT shoes I’d created for Alice. A complete coincidence. These are still my trekking shoes… I have three Siberian huskies who like pooping in grass.

Lois –

Ah, Lois, the love of Neo’s life… or probably not. Regardless, his assessment of her is meant to be correct – she is supposed to be a kind of beautiful mostly different from the other women of the cast, mostly because of her mature looks.

Now, there’s something about her palette, but…

Anyway, Lois is the second shortest character, being 163cm tall. This isn’t much shorter than the other women of the cast, but I have been told that it makes it even funnier that Neo is so intimidated by her. I also enjoyed having her become Ben’s friend… not too unlike the way Mina and Oscar are friends. Well, I wonder if Ben and Lois see each other as friends…

Although it was not my first idea, it makes the most sense for Lois to be rather thin. That being said, she has different proportions from a skinny queen like Alice.

…Anything else?

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2022animalfarmg2 · 2 years

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The evil mind behind it all

By Isabella Costa and Manoela Campedelli

We all know that Squealer skills were rhetorical and he could manipulate others with his propaganda. He used his speech to convince all the animals at Animal Farm to accept Napoleon's decisions. But what if it was actually his decisions? What if he was actually the evil mind behind everything? Squealer was the one controlling Napoleon all along… (lies, thriller, manipulation, mysterious, corruption - T)

Napoleon ordered all the animals to assemble in the yard. When they were all gathered together, Napoleon emerged from the farmhouse, with his nine huge dogs frisking around him and barking, which scared the animals. They all cowered silently in their places, seeming to know in advance that some terrible thing was about to happen. Napoleon stood sternly surveying his audience; then he whistled. Immediately the dogs entered, holding four of the pigs by the ear and dragged them, yelling with pain and terror, to Napoleon’s feet. The pigs’ ears were bleeding, the dogs had tasted blood. The audience was quiet. The four pigs waited, trembling, with guilt. Napoleon called them to confess their crimes. They were the same four pigs that had protested when Napoleon abolished the Sunday Meetings.They confessed that they had been secretly in touch with Snowball ever since his expulsion, that they had collaborated with him in destroying the windmill, and that they had entered into an agreement with him to hand over Animal Farm to Mr. Frederick. They added that Snowball had privately admitted to them that he had been Jones’s secret agent for years past. When they had finished their confession, the dogs tore their throats out, and in a terrible voice Napoleon demanded more animals to confess. Some others confessed. When it was all over, the animals returned to their labor and Napoleon met Squealer at the farmhouse. Napoleon stood in the kitchen and Squealer came right behind him, slamming the door. Comrade Napoleon, unlike Squealer, didn’t seem proud of what he had done. His eyes were tearing up.

“Good job, Napoleon.” - said Squealer

“I don't think this is a good idea, we can't just kill them if they don't agree with us. “- he whispered.

“Oh, shut your mouth. I didn't ask for your opinion, just continue obeying me otherwise everyone will know that you were the one who destroyed and sabotaged the windmill, not Snowball.”- Squealer contested.

"You were the one who told me to do it." - complained Napoleon.

"Nobody knows that. Do you still want to lead this farm with me?" Said Squealer.

"Yes, sir."- Napoleon answered.

"So continue to do what I tell you to do! I don't want you to think that I'm bribing you, you are my friend, just don't forget that you are nothing without me." said Squealer, frisking from side to side as he usually does to convince everyone.

Squealer left Napoleon, who was not convinced at all.

Days later, they had the same conversation behind the farmhouse, in a place where they thought nobody would see them. Napoleon was even more sure that what they were doing was wrong. He tried to convince Squealer, but instead of just talking and arguing, Squealer hit Napoleon as hard as he could.

"Do you want me to kill you, Napoleon? Do as I say and you won't get in trouble."

"Okay, okay." - Napoleon cried. "I won't bother you anymore, I swear."

During the fight, the animals heard someone yelling and ran towards it. They thought that it was Snowball secretly destroying their work again.

" What's going on?" - said Boxer.

"Nothing. We were just having a conversation. Go back to your work RIGHT NOW." answered Squealer, not letting Napoleon talk.

The animals were surprised with Squealer. He was ordering things in Napoleon's place. They had never seen Squealer talking so loudly.

"Who do you think you are to talk to us like this?" - Moses protested. "You are not our leader, Squealer.”

"What? No, no. You guys misunderstood it. I am just asking you to return to your labor. Napoleon was the one who asked me to say this, right?" Squealer looked at Napoleon.

"Yes, yes, sure." Napoleon said.

The animals were convinced, so they went back to work.

"Look what you've done, Napoleon. What do you think it would happen if those stupid animals didn't believe me? You are the dumbest, why did I choose you to be by my side?" Squealer yelled.

Moses was the only one who wasn't convinced, so after the animals left, he stood hidden and saw the whole scene. He didn’t hear anything, but he noticed Squealer raising his voice while talking to his leader. He found that strange. From that day on, he tried to pay more attention and figure out what was going on between Napoleon and Squealer.

A few days later, while Moses was talking to Clover and Benjamin, he saw Napoleon talking to Squealer through a window of the farmhouse. He immediately left his friends and went towards the place and stood behind the door. They were talking really loud. He heard Napoleon begging Squealer to stop making him act so wickedly with the animals in the farm, to stop making the animals submit to such horrible conditions, to give them more food. They were working too much.

"I can't believe it. Squealer is the evil mind behind it all. He is controlling everything. Including Napoleon." - whispered Moses.

One day later, Moses talked to the animals and told them what he had seen, the truth behind it all.. However, since Moses had always made up some tales, such as the Sugarcandy Mountain, many animals did not believe him and thought that he just wanted to mess with their work.

Those rumors of Squealer’s evil mind spread more and more, reaching Squealer himself, who wasn't happy at all. He told Napoleon to order all the animals to assemble in the yard. When they were all gathered together, he demanded Napoleon to explain the situation:

"Comrades. I think all of you have heard about the gossip that has been spread this week. I truly hope that you guys didn't believe in those things. We're all together in this, fighting for the Animal Farm to become an influence in the whole country, but you guys need to remember that I am the leader of this farm! Squealer just obeys me."

"I can't believe you all thought that I would do such a thing!" - cried Squealer ." Animals who spread those fake rumors only want to weaken our farm, our colectivity, saying that we are liars! They want to weaken our farm so that Jones returns!

“If Comrade Napoleon says it, it must be right!”- said Boxer.

Moses was there this whole time. He felt betrayed, he knew he was right.

"You don't belong here, traitor!" - yelled one of the animals.

"Get out!" - some others said.

"Get out, Moses! Get out, Moses! Get out, Moses!" - yelled the animals led by Squealer.

Napoleon, however, didn't say a word. Squealer was taking over the whole situation.

The poor raven felt even worse and decided to fly away, leaving the Animal farm behind.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖞 19: 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊

"Lives on the line

Winner takes all

Ready or not

Let's begin!"

Love these children and their pyromaniac tendencies ^^

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The Fall is an interactive novel set within an altered reality from our own; filled with superheroes and villains the like we have never seen (except for on the big screen).

Genre(s): Superhero, Action, Adventure, Romance, and Mystery.

Setting: New York City (USA)

Content Warning(s): This story is rated 18+ for depictions of death, strong language, alcohol (and possible drug) use, sexual themes, blood and gore, violence, mental manipulation, references to past torture, and tragedy.

NSFW asks are welcomed (within reason) and I’ll try to answer them as quickly as I’m able (when my full time job allows)— they’ll be tagged with nsfall.

The higher you rise, the harder you fall…

It was a saying that you were familiar with— an old friend just like the bitter taste on your tongue— as you stare out at the city that used to revere you. The city that used to look towards you in their time of need.

You were their champion….

Their hero…

Now you’re nothing but a husk— a shell— of what used to be.

Their cheers turned to screams as your world crumbled around you; by your own hand. Friends and family turning to enemies and enemies turning to something else.

All because of the saccharine sweet voice telling you that this was the only way to save them. To beat the evil that was coming you had to become something other than yourself.

But could you truly tell where the fabrication ended and the real you began?

Or have you lost everything after all…

Travel the Path of Redemption or fall to the Path of Corruption; each offering unique experiences for your MCs. Will you follow your own conscience after so long? Or will you succumb to the whispered wishes within your mind?

Unite with your old hero team— the one that you helped create— as you try to prepare the city, as well as the world, for a creature that won’t allow survivors.

Speak with your relatively normal roommate— the one that has been pulled into all of this— as you try to wrangle the new direction your life has taken.

Customizable MC: name, nickname, superhero name, gender, sexuality, appearance, superhero costume, and various other things that will appear as the story progresses.

Reconcile with long lost friends, rekindle lost familial ties, or destroy them all completely.

Romance 1 of 5 possible choices that will offer unique experiences to your MCs; one specific RO being available for only a select few MCs.

RO POVs included within the story.

Remember: living is not just about surviving.

Lucian/Lucia Knight - The Mirage [M/F]

32 [6’2” | Emerald Eyes | Dark Brown Hair]

“You think that sorry is going to fix everything? You destroyed everything that we built together! Everything that meant something to us you turned to rubble. Sorry isn’t going to fix this. Not this time.”

You hadn’t expected a warm welcome upon seeing them again— after all the divorce was still fresh on both of your hearts— but their detached tone, emotionless stare, and mirthless laugh, struck you harder than you thought. You were so used to playful quips, gentle humming before they swooped in for a kiss, and now it was like you were looking at a stranger. You couldn’t imagine how they must feel looking at you now too.

Isaac/Isabella Hayes - The Blaze [M/F]

31 [5’8” | Hazel Eyes | Onyx Black Hair]

“I used to think that I knew you but that all changed the day you turned your backs on us. You don’t do that to people you care for and you definitely don’t do that to family. I-I just don’t know what happened to make you do what you did.”

Your best friend— for as long as you could remember— that has never looked at you with anything but laughter in their gaze; even when you were going through your worst fights. Judgement. Hatred. Would have been better than the look they’re giving you now; confusion. They’ve never questioned you before— always believing in you completely— but now they can’t do anything else.

Kieran/Kiera Prince - The Hunter [M/F]

31 [6’5” | Sapphire Blue Eyes | Golden Blonde Hair]

“I’m surprised to see you again, sweet thing, I didn’t think you’d ever come back to my neck of the woods. What is it now? Do you want to arrest lil’ ole me? No, you wouldn’t have that look on your face if you did. You need my help don’t you? Come now, sweet thing, spit it out, I want to hear you say you need me.”

A villain that you’ve met multiple times within your years of crime-fighting. Sharp intelligence being hidden behind cocky smiles and flirtatious quips— that can be quite as disarming as the weapons they carry— but one must never lose their senses around them: it may be the last thing you ever do. You may not like calling on them for help but you need everyone you can get in this fight.

Harry/Harley Adler- The Roommate [M/F]

30 [5’5” | Light Brown Eyes | Auburn Hair]

“Do you think you could have told me you did all of this before we signed a lease? What am I supposed to do if you die and the lease isn’t fulfilled yet? So, I guess what I’m saying is, don’t die, ‘kay? It wouldn’t be good for anyone.”

A semblance of normalcy in your otherwise hectic life— with a soap opera addiction and cookie obsession— they’ve been one of the only bright spots you’ve able to look forward to. Especially since they seem to have no idea of who you used to be; small blessings, you suppose. Their horrible puns, sarcastic retorts, and caffeine fueled rants, are something that you’ve cherished greatly.

???? - The Voice [M/F]

“I see everything, dearest one, I promise you salvation if you heed my words. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you. Nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you.”

The voice you’ve been hearing within your head for the last two years. You don’t know where it’s from— or why it appeared— but you get the feeling that there is more to it than you simply hearing things. Visions— or nightmares— coming to you while you sleep adding to that conclusion; a gentle touch turning fiery as you awaken with a gasp. You just don’t know what to do with the burning sensation they awaken within you.

DEMO TBA

#the fall #interactive novel #interactive fiction #superhero #upcoming demo

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True Mate- part 2

Here you are! The much requested 2nd part to True Mate! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Twilight(New Moon mostly)

Warnings: Angst! Mentions of Edward’s inner turmoil, “death”?, A little but of fluff. A bit longer than part 1.

Pairings/Characters: Edward Cullen x vampire!reader, Volturi Kings, Volturi Elite Guard, Alice Cullen, Bella Swan, The rest of the Olympic Coven.

Edward didn't notice Bella until she was practically throwing herself at him. He was waiting outside, still hidden from the sun while he waited for his mate to feed. He caught her easily and gaped. "Bella?" She hugged him close, practically clawing at his back and the nape of his neck. Her scent nearly overpowered him. It had been so long since he'd smelled it. He pulled back. "You're alive?"

"Yes. I'm alive. You don't have to do this." Edward's brows furrowed. "Do what?" Bella gestured to him. "Kill yourself. Alice told me that's what you planned on doing." It took everything in him not to chuckle. Alice must have stopped watching for his future. Either that or hadn't told Bella everything.

Before he could answer, another voice spoke up. "Cullen, the masters want to see you. Now." Demetri's red eyes swung over to Bella. Bella grabbed onto Edward's arm, nails digging into the flesh. Even if he could, he didn't have to read her mind to know she was afraid. This was going to make things that much more difficult. Alice appeared at his shoulder as well with Felix at her side.

"This isn't necessary. We'll come with you," Edward stated calmly, hoping to convey that he had no intention of disobeying. Not now. He followed after Felix and Demetri, making sure Alice was with them as well. Bella still clung to his arm. The scent was driving him insane once again. He needed to get away from her before he did something he'd regret. He listened to Alice's mind and Bella's questions, answering without really thinking. He was too busy trying to remember to hold his breath. He was saved from his thoughts, however, when their small group approached the throne room doors.

Bella didn't let go of his arm when the eyes of all three of the masters landed on them. "Look, Brothers! It seems Isabella is alive after all!" Aro cried with a gleeful clap of his hands, "I do love happy endings. They are so rare." Edward gave Aro a tight smile, but his eyes searched the room for you as he hoped Bella would finally let go before you appeared. It would not end well for Bella if she didn't.

"And Alice is here too," Aro continued. As Edward opened his mouth to ask the leaders to let Alice and Bella go, that sense of peace washed over him again. He fought back a smile when you entered the room. Your eyes met his and you graced him with an upturn of your lips. At least until you saw Bella clinging to your mate like a toddler.

Your eyes turned dark and your teeth gnashed together. In an instant, Felix was in front of you, holding you back. Bella flinched. "Oh my. Perhaps, dear Isabella, you would be kind enough to remove your hands from young Edward. You seem to be upsetting Y/N." Bella stared dumbly at him, prompting you to growl out, "Remove your hands from my mate." In your fury, Edward couldn't help but stare. You were beautiful. Glorious. Never before had Edward's inner monster been so at peace knowing there was someone who would give everything for him, even with Bella's intoxicating fragrance invading his senses.

"Mate? You aren't his mate." Edward closed his eyes at Bella's audacity. Even Alice winced a bit. She knew the difference between singers and true mates. She gently removed Bella's hands from Edward, who instantly appeared at your side, whispering soothing words in your ear. You calmed a bit, but your red eyes never left Bella. You were furious, your own inner beast threatening to claw its way out and destroy the person who dared to try and claim your mate.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, Isabella. See, you are Edward's blood singer. Your blood calls to him. It urges him to give into his true nature. I am surprised you've survived this long. Just remembering how you smell to him…makes me thirsty," Aro stated before clearing his throat and continuing, "But Y/N is Edward's true mate. The part of him that makes him feel whole."

Bella blinked and flicked her gaze between Aro and you and Edward. You had calmed considerably with Edward at your side. Your thoughts were becoming clear again to the mind reader. "This? This is who he tried to destroy himself over? Sure, I guess she's pretty enough and her blood, oh that smells good, but she's a mouse. A mouse playing at lion." You glanced at Edward and smiled as you apologized to him in your mind. You spoke again to Felix who was still extremely close. "You can relax now, Felix. I'm fine," you said before cutting your glare back to Bella.

"I am his mate," you told her through clenched teeth as Edward ran his nose along your cheek. It was taking all his will power to stay by your side. Bella's scent mixed with yours had the monster he had hoped would stay locked away pleading to drain the human of her blood, much as it when he'd first met her.

Bella tried to argue, but the leaders weren't having it as Aro questioned what to do. Not that Edward heard much other than the dozens of thoughts invading his head. You placed a calming hand on his cheek, soothing him. Only then did Edward tune back into the conversation. "Edward, you should go." He blinked in surprise.

"My father and uncles are going to rule that Isabella must be turned or killed. I know her blood is calling to you and I would never want you to do something you're uncomfortable with. I know you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you hurt the human you've been fighting so hard to protect. So go. I'll find you after I feed." Edward nodded stiffly. He didn't want to leave your side, but he knew you were right. He would regret it if he drained Bella now. So, he followed after Bella and Alice until you were finished.

No sooner were the three alone did Bella round on Edward. "How could you do this?!" she asked, nearly shrieking at him. Alice held her arm to prevent her from getting too close to Edward. "That thing is a monster! Not your mate!" Edward growled as he used every ounce of self control not to launch himself at Bella.

"Bella, stop," Alice pleaded before turning her eyes to Edward, "This is what happened in my vision. I'm sorry, Edward. I didn't know they were your mate or we wouldn't have come." Edward arched a brow. Alice replayed her vision for him in her mind and he sighed. He understood why she had, but she hadn't needed to bring Bella.

"This is ridiculous. Edward, come back to Forks with us. You belong with your family. With me. Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that why you came here to have them destroy you? Because of me? Well, I'm alive. You don't have to change for me. You will for that…Y/N person." The sound of your name from her lips made Edward's whole body stiffen. He didn't like the venom in her tone.

Bella attempted to come closer and put a hand on his cheek. Once more, her scent filled his senses and he backed away. "Bella, I wouldn't. Please, just listen to me. Edward isn't as in control as he usually is. To his true nature, you are a threat to his mate. If you keep pushing, it will not end well. Please."

Edward was thankful for Alice's intervention. She was at least trying. It didn't stop anything though. When the doors opened to reveal you alongside Felix and Demetri once more, Bella's hand was still outstretched toward Edward. Your eyes flickered to Edward for a brief second, assessing the situation before you sighed.

"Isabella Swan, I would suggest you stop trying my patience. I have warned you once. Do not make me tell you again. Keep your hands off my mate." Since feeding, you were in a bit more control than before, but that didn't mean you had to like it. You flashed to Edward's side, enveloping him in the serenity he needed in that moment.

"Edward, calm. The Masters have made their decision. Isabella is to be turned within a year or she will be killed. No exceptions. I will personally be going to Forks at a later date to see that their orders are followed." You cut your eyes back to Bella and Alice. "Miss Cullen, I suggest you sit between these two on your way home."

"Home?" Edward asked. You faced him again and nodded. "Yes. Home. You need to at least talk to your family about this. About us. They will understand, but it would be unfair to them to say nothing." Edward reluctantly nodded. He didn't want to be apart from you, but knew you were right.

"Come with me?" You laughed slightly but before you could reply, Bella stupidly piped up. "I don't think that's a good idea." You swung your eyes to her once more, making her shrink back a bit for once. "I-I mean, you don't want to put those innocent people at risk."

"I assure you that I am in control. However, I have duties here." Bella scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Control? You nearly killed me." You arched a brow, unimpressed by her little tantrum. "Believe me, Miss Swan, if I truly wanted to kill you, you would already be dead. Now, you are testing my already limited patience. I suggest you close that obnoxious mouth of yours before I do it for you, my father's ruling be damned."

Felix and Demetri snickered, prompting Bella into a fit of anger. "See? Do you see how easily they talk about killing innocent people?! They are monsters, Edward! All of them!" Felix and Demetri stiffened but could do nothing but watch as you held Edward back. He had finally snapped.

All those months of her blood calling to him. All that time, knowing that he could absolutely drain her dry and it would be the best meal he'd ever tasted. All the days of him pushing his self-control to the limit had finally done him in. His control over the monster that resided inside him was breaking at the thought of someone insulting his mate. Even Felix wouldn't be able to hold Edward back, so it was no surprise when Edward broke free of you and had his hand around Bella's throat.

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*one year later*

Edward gripped your hand tightly as he opened the door to the house he'd once called home. To his surprise, he wasn't greeted by Carlisle, Esme, or one of his siblings. He felt you stiffen against him. "Hello," he greeted. Bella glared daggers at you, her own now topaz eyes filled with fire. Even now, though she understood the difference between singers and mates, she hated you for taking Edward.

When Edward had finally snapped that day in Volterra, it had taken you, Demetri, Felix, and Alec to pry him away from Bella. Even then, it was too late. The process had already begun. Bella was turning and there would be no stopping it this time. Alice escorted out of Volterra after the change was complete. You hadn't seen them since.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped. You arched a brow. "I've come to meet my future in-laws. Edward misses his family." She opened her mouth to protest, but Jasper appeared behind her with a rare smile on his face. Edward returned the grin and pulled his brother to him. The rest of the Cullens weren't far behind.

After greeting Edward warmly, all the topaz eyes of the Olympic Coven turned to you. Esme was the first to greet you with a smile. "This is Y/N…my mate." The rest of the family began to greet you much in the same manner they had greeted their son/brother.

Later on that night, Carlisle, Edward, and you retired to Carlisle's home office. For a moment, Carlisle said nothing and Edward did his best not to read his mind. Carlisle's eyes moved between you and Edward a few times before he finally spoke. "Are you happy? I mean…truly happy?" Edward smiled. "I am. For once, I really am. No torturous existence. I still feel the same, but happier and stronger. This was my decision. I promise." Carlisle nodded and expressed his approval. "That's all I ever wanted for you." Edward turned to you and smiled when your eyes met his newly red ones.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

Tagging people who requested part 2: @lopezbr210 @a-bi-who-just-wants-sweaters @imdoingathingmom @kajikani @truly-insatiable @yrawn @vanteguccir

#twilight #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward x reader #part 2

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Incorrect quotes hours once again (may have accidentally left a few person [letters] in there from the templates I used on some of these)

~ Margret: Are you okay??

Andy, crying: It's okay, I was just cutting onions

Margret:

Margret, glaring at the onions: Square up

Claus: Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year… is me. That’s right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.

Thomas: My life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look.

Andy: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling were actually severe psychological distress.

Thomas: Did you hear that!? Arthur just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT! Kamryn: ...You just threatened to kill him in his sleep.

Felix: You think you're smarter than everyone else. Claus: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

Thomas: Are you sure Arthur’s even gay? He barely even looked at me.

Thomas: Did you like the food I made? Isabella: No, not really. Thomas: But I put my heart and soul into it! Isabella: No wonder it tastes so cold and dead.

Arthur: I thought I told you to stop reading my emails. Thomas: Well, I thought I told you to stop keeping secrets!

Andy: Well Melody, whenever I’m about to do something, I think ‘would Peter do that?’ and if he would, I do not do that thing. Melody: … Peter, from the distance: He’s not wrong though!

Louis: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test! Isabella: Ok, Louis, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918? Louis: 1917. Isabella: ...You're ready.

Andy: All of the sudden I got a random burst of energy, and I think it's my body's last hurrah before it completely shuts down.

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Margret: Dammit. Felix: Wait, three? Cop: Yeah? Claus: Oh my god, ANDY FELL OFF!!!

The Entity: Hey Thomas? Thomas: Yeah? The Entity: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it's on? Thomas: Thomas: Where's Louis?

Andy after the events of Chapter 1 + the Christmas Special: In light of what you guys did to me, you can hug me for four to five seconds. Melody: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!? Andy: No! Four to five seconds! Everyone: Too late!!!

Felix: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Melody: They do. Andy: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

Claus: I warned you. Claus: I'm perfect.

Thomas, after bringing Kamryn back in the game: Welcome back! You missed 3 murder attempts, a plague, and about 16 lawsuits. Kamryn: Wha- Arthur: I wish he were joking.

Claus: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something! Andy: You left me, Melody, and Felix in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago. Claus: I did that on purpose, try again.

Melody: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely. Felix, Andy, & Peter: Okay. Melody: If you don't want to die, give me all your money. Felix: Bold of you to assume I have money. Andy: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die. Peter Bold of you to assume I can die.

Andy: *Taps fingers on table* Claus: *Taps back furiously* Felix: …What’s going on? Margret: Morse code. They’re talking. Andy: -.-- --- ..- .----. .-. . / - .... . / -.-. ..- - . ... - Claus: *Slams hands on table* YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

Andy: I have never been more scared in my life.

Isabella: Start talking! Thomas: Well, I- Isabella: Shut up!

Thomas: I hate you, Arthur. Arthur: "Hate” is a strong word. Thomas: I have strong opinions.

Melody: Are you having another depressive episode? Andy: A depressive episode? Andy: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

(more under the cut)

Peter: Pardon the intrusion, but- Andy: On this moment or just my life in general?

Andy: I just fell down an entire flight of stairs and Claus told me "Oh be careful." As if I didn't already fall all the way down.

Felix: Hey Andy, do you have any hobbies? Andy: Swimming.. Felix: Really? That’s cool. I never expected you to- Andy: In a pool of self hatred and regret.

Peter: When someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'Haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

The Entity: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. The Entity: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. Thomas: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that? The Entity: Ominous positivity.

Margret: I have found a foolproof method of determining if someone is truly evil Felix: Which is? Margret: If they dislike Andy, they’re evil. Felix, nodding his head in agreement: Yeah that makes sense. Then we kill them.

Andy: HELP! I TOLD MARGRET I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT, BUT I CAN’T COOK! Felix, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Claus: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Andy: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Andy: I keep a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture. The Squad: Awwww- Andy: And I tell myself "If I can deal with these idiots, then I can deal with anything." The Squad: Oh.

Andy: I drink to forget but I always remember. Margret: You're drinking orange juice.

Melody: I mean, sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a cute smile I have.

Andy: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

Isabella: Ok, first of all, what the fuck?

Margret: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works. Felix, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Melody: Do you even know what an amulet is? Felix: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Melody: Felix, those are omelettes. Felix: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing.

Thomas: So... what’s goin’ on? Isabella, having just watched Louis drown: You want the long version or the short version? Thomas, hesitantly: The short one, I guess? Isabella: Shit’s fucked. Thomas: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

*When Andy gets stuck in the barn for more than an hour*

Claus: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Melody: Yeah- Margret: *Kicks down the door*

Thomas: I’m a reverse necromancer. Isabella: Isn’t that just killing people? Thomas: Ah, technically.

Claus, wonderingly: How many Felix’s would it take to fix a lightbulb? Margret: The real question is, how many ladders would he need? Felix, somewhere else: I just got the feeling that I need to murder someone.

The Entity/Peter: Thomas is having a midlife crisis, and Andy is just having a crisis.

Andy: How stupid do you think I am?! Claus: You really want an honest answer to that?

Margret: Some people are like slinkies. Claus: What? Margret: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs. Claus: Claus: Please don't push Andy down the stairs. Margret, pushing Andy down the stairs: Too late.

Andy: I made this friendship bracelet for you. Margret: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person. Andy: You don’t have to wear… Margret: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

Sam: Hey, aren’t you Thomas Eastwood? Thomas: You a cop? Sam: No. Thomas: Then yes, I am.

Kamryn: Are you drunk? Thomas: Only on the spirit of Christmas! Arthur: And the spirit of whisky.

Kamryn: *Speaking Spanish* Thomas: I know, I know. Arthur: You speak Spanish? Thomas: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Kamryn speaks.

Claus: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Felix: I boiled gatorade.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect aaf quotes #andy's apple farm #andy's apple farm spoilers #aaf spoilers #used templates for most of these but edited them myself

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Hello dear! I have an ask I just recently read TRH book 1 what if we get Liams POV when Riley goes into labor and when he has to make that awful decision. What are his thoughts when Riley passes out and there’s no doctor? Maybe we can find out how they got the door open?

I replayed TRH book 1 & 2 recently, so this ask couldn't have come at a better time 😂. I wonder though if anyone else thinks it was odd that Godfrey was put in charge of installing new security at the Palace. I mean, why wasn't Liam and his King's Guards handling that? I don't know, but those chapters of Riley giving birth are some that hurt me, and only because the poor woman is denied an epidural 😂 I would have Godfrey strung up by his thumbs for causing that and allow Olivia to torture him to her heart's content. But enough of my revenge ideas, let's see what I can do with this for you.

@gkittylove99 @krsnlove @kingliam2019 @texaskitten30 @yourmajesty09 @mom2000aggie @ofpixelsandscribbles @twinkleallnight @lodberg @amandablink @neotericthemis @mm2305 @sfb123 @iufilms

Masterlist

The Decision

It was too much to comprehend.

One moment, Liam was confronting the man who killed his mother and the next was nothing but chaos and darkness.

Screams rent the air as flashing red lights revealed steel enforced doors dropping down over the ballroom's doors and windows.

Liam knelt beside his wife when he realized she had been knocked down by a panicking guest.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Only my pride." She tried to smile but a painful tightening around her middle struck.

Her eyes widened when she felt a wetness between her legs.

"Liam!" She gripped his arm. "My water broke!"

"What?" He searched through the crowd for their friends. "Now?"

She nodded while breathing through another contraction. "We have to get to the hospital."

"We will." He helped her up. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable while we get a door open."

"Liam!" Riley doubled over. "I don't want to have our baby in a ballroom filled with people."

"Is there a problem?"

The couple stiffened when they heard Isabella's voice. Her husband Bradshaw smiled at them.

"Our guards would be more than happy to help with the door situation," his smile held a hint of smugness, "as long as your child is betrothed to one of our twins."

Olivia arrived at that moment followed by their other friends.

"Are you saying your guards won't help rescue you without a betrothal?"

"We're in no immediate danger." Bradshaw explained.

"In fact, we're quite comfortable waiting for your pitiful little guards to find a way out." Isabelle added. "No need for us to cross international lines and damage delicate feelings with our more than capable personnel."

"Delicate!" Olivia heaved a deep breath. "We don't need your help to get out of this."

"We don't?" Maxwell asked. He let out an oomph when Olivia elbowed him. "I mean, yeah we don't! This isn't the first time we have been faced with a challenge."

"No steel door will ever convince us that their baby should be forced to be with one of your twins." Drake added.

Olivia beamed at him before turning her fury on the visiting monarchs. "I'll have it opened in no time."

"Yeah!" Maxwell cheered. "Go Nevarkis Ingenuity!"

She rolled her eyes while going to examine the metal door that covered the double doors into the ballroom.

"Oh!" Riley eased back down into a chair. She raised her eyes to Liam's. "They're getting stronger."

He gently rubbed her back. "Have you had any pains this evening?"

"It was all in my back. I thought it was from being on my feet most of the night." She took deep breaths to calm down. "But now--"

The flashing red lights and alarm stopped. The couple turned to see a proud Olivia slip a strange looking quartz bladed dagger back into a garter under her dress.

There was a square shaped hole cut within the wall with numerous wires exposed.

"That's going to be difficult to repair." Maxwell muttered.

Liam could not have cared less about the damage. If Olivia wanted to tunnel underground to get them out, then he would gladly rip up the marble tiles himself.

Riley cried out as a strong contraction struck.

"I need a distraction!" She puffed through the pain.

"How about some music?" Hana asked. "I composed a new piece recently."

"Or we could sing." Maxwell offered. "Any song you'd like."

"We could?" Drake shook his head. "Sorry Brooks, but that's not happening."

"You would deny her a song when she's in labor?" Maxwell's jaw dropped.

"I doubt our singing would help her any." Drake replied. "Might even double her pain."

While his friends bickered, Liam found his thoughts drifting back to the secret chamber they had unearthed less than an hour ago. He slipped his hand into his breast pocket to touch the letter he had discovered.

His mother's words about how much joy he had brought her echoed in his heart. He wished she could have lived to see the type of man he had become. He had tried with everything within him to live up to her expectations. Would she have noticed? What would she think of him as king now? What would her opinion have been on this choice he and Riley were given for an arranged marriage for her grandchild? Would she approve of them wanting to give their baby the right to choose his or her own spouse?

He wished he knew. He wished she was here guiding him in not only capturing her killer but in also knowing what to do for his wife and unborn child. He would have given anything to have her wise counsel once more.

"Hana!" Riley yelled to stop the argument between her three friends. "Please play whatever you like." She glared at Drake. "Someone's voice is getting on my nerves."

Hana hurried over to a piano and began to play a soothing song.

"I'm going to check on the door situation." Liam pressed a kiss to Riley's cheek. "I'll be back in just a moment."

"Hurry, please." She pleaded.

"I'll watch over her." Maxwell promised.

"I'll go check on the door with you." Drake added.

Liam made his way through the crowd, pausing here and there to reassure everyone that they would be out soon.

"Give me a boost." Olivia ordered.

Drake squatted down and linked his fingers together.

Olivia slipped her heels off and placed her foot in his grasp.

"One...two..." He heaved her up in the air, "three!"

Olivia steadied herself and quickly studied the mechanism that had allowed the door to drop. A lock had formed thus causing them to be unable to lift it up.

After poking and prodding with one of her stilettoes, she noticed the thin metal holding the lock in place.

"Bring me down." She ordered.

Drake grunted as he brought her back down. "Next time, stand on my shoulders."

"Did you figure out how to get it open?" Liam asked.

"I think I might be able to weaken the lock with heat and one of my daggers. Once we destroy that, we should be able to lift it." She explained.

"Can't we hotwire it?' Drake asked, gesturing toward the exposed wires.

"Not since I had to cut so many to get the alarms to turn off." She remarked. "I wouldn't be surprised if there is some emergency failsafe in place for an enemy's attack on the wiring. It might even drop another door on us."

Liam ran his hands over his face. "Do whatever you can to get us out of here."

"Good." Olivia nodded towards the bar. "Drake, we will start with the brandy to use for fuel."

Liam shook his head at her plan to start a fire of sorts. He hoped she didn't end up hurting herself in the process. Honestly though, he couldn't seem to focus on what he could do to help get the doors open.

"Your majesty! I don't think I can breathe in here another second!" Penelope grasped his arm while hyperventilating. "I don't do well in enclosed spaces."

"When will we get out of here?" Another noble demanded.

Questions began to be thrown at him as the crowd closed in a circle, trapping him directly in the middle.

"Is Olivia trying to burn us up in here?"

"We're going to die!"

"What are the guards doing to save us?"

"Auvernal's guards will have us out in minutes, if your king agrees." Bradshaw yelled out over the crowd. His smile was the final straw to break Liam's barely restrained temper.

"Enough!" Liam roared. "We are not going to die in here. The guards are doing all they can and Olivia is graciously assisting." His eyes zeroed in on Penelope. "Go sit down to try and calm your breathing. You're in the same ballroom you have danced in for years." He then turned to Auvernal's king. "As for your assistance, it isn't needed at this time."

Bradshaw shrugged his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal, but his eyes held a deep seeded anger as he looked upon Liam. "If you think your guests wouldn't prefer to get out of here as quickly as they can, then I suppose there is little we can do."

Murmurs rose once more around him. Liam clinched his fists then pushed his way through when he heard Riley call out for him.

Will this night never end?

It was becoming too much for him. The whining of his people, his wife in pain and in need of medical care, his own innate need to chase after Godfrey and make him pay for poisoning his mother...he needed it all to stop for a minute to allow him to think.

"Liam!" Riley had tears falling down her cheeks. "We need to go to the hospital now!"

She gripped his hand as Hana finished the last few notes to her song.

He knelt before her chair. "Olivia has found a way to open the door. We'll soon have you out of here and--"

The sound of metal screeching had everyone turning toward the double doors.

Seeing the steel door go up caused Liam to scoop his wife in his arms and rush toward the exit.

Their friends and guests spilled out after them to only stop short.

Godfrey had installed these same safety measures on every window and exterior door along the first floor.

"Liam?" Riley puffed through another contraction. "What are we going to do?"

"I found a way out of there." Olivia boasted. "I'm certain I can--"

Bradshaw clucked his tongue. "This isn't the same type of door, your grace." He smirked at her. He knocked against the thicker steel door. "My guards could find a way outside to open it, but only if you sign this."

He produced a betrothal contract.

Riley whimpered as she looked at it and then her husband.

"Get. That. Out. Of. My. Face." Liam ordered.

He turned on his heel to take his wife upstairs to their chambers. Once he reached the first step he spoke over his shoulder. "Olivia, we trust you to handle this. Hana, please call Riley's doctor and ask her to meet us here instead of the hospital."

***************

The hours dragged on as they waited. Olivia appeared periodically to vent her frustrations with getting the door to open. Drake, Maxwell, and Hana attempted to keep Riley's spirits up as she endured the ever increasing contractions.

Liam felt absolutely useless. He didn't know what to do to help his wife. He didn't know the first thing of helping a woman give birth. What if there was a complication? What about their child? What if he couldn't clear the baby's airways? What if--"

"Liam?"

He focused on Riley, weakly gripping his hand. "Yes, my love? What can I do?"

"I feel...odd."

Maxwell nudged Liam out of the way to check her blood pressure.

"Where did you find a blood pressure kit?" Drake asked.

"I know it's hard to believe, but Bertrand has high blood pressure." Maxwell winked at his friends. "I can't imagine where his source of stress comes from."

Riley tried to smile at his teasing. She could feel whatever it was pulling her under making every movement feel like it she was wading through quicksand.

Maxwell's smile disappeared. He studied Riley's flushed cheeks and stepped back.

"What is it?" Liam whispered as his friend pulled him away from her bed.

"Her blood pressure is really high right now." Maxwell glanced over his shoulder. "I don't know if that's normal for a woman in labor, but I do know that this is when I would be calling an ambulance if it was Bertrand with this reading."

Liam rubbed his hands over his face. This entire night was one nightmare after another.

"Riley?" Hana shook her by the shoulders. "Riley?!"

Liam rushed back to the bed to see his wife passed out. He took a cold rag and wiped her face, hoping it would bring her back to them.

"Riley?" His voice cracked. "Please, wake up." He looked around at their friends. "What should I do?"

"I don't know." Drake draped his arm along Hana's shoulders when she began to softly cry.

"Keep talking to her." Maxwell jogged out the room. "I'll see about the door!"

Liam turned back toward Riley. He placed his hand on her stomach and could feel the tightening of contractions along with the faint movements of their child.

Riley opened her eyes.

Liam gently cupped her cheek.

"What happened?" She asked.

"You blacked out." He explained. "Your blood pressure--"

Maxwell returned with a frustrated Olivia.

"...short of dynamite, I don't know how I'll--" she stilled when she saw the color drain from Riley's face.

"I think it's happening..." Riley became unconscious once more. Her head dropped back on the pillows.

"We have to get that doctor here now." Liam looked up at Hana. "Any word from her?"

"She is right outside." Hana explained. "And so are Auvernal's guards."

Liam took off out of the room. His long, deliberate strides had him at the balcony overlooking the entryway where the Auvernal monarchs stood talking to some of the guests.

His friends had to nearly run to catch up with him.

Bradshaw looked up and curved his lips. "Trouble, King Liam?"

Isabella snickered. "I hope Queen Riley isn't suffering unnecessarily."

Liam launched himself at the smug king when he brought up the severe pain Riley must be in at this moment.

Shouts from his friends, guests, and the King's Guards drowned out him telling Auvernal's monarch to have his guards break down the door.

"No." Bradshaw's easy smile grew into an evil smirk. "I don't see any reason to have my men do anything like that to help a woman who isn't a part of my country nor one who wishes to ally herself with mine."

"You bastard!" Liam jerked his arm back. His fist formed as he prepared to beat this man within an inch of his life for denying his Riley a doctor.

It took Drake, Maxwell, and Bastien to hold him back from starting a war with Auvernal with a single punch. Olivia and Hana got between the two kings while Isabella merely looked on in glee.

"My wife and child are going to die if I don't get that doctor in here now!" Liam shouted. "And you stand there refusing to--"

"Not refusing!" Bradshaw snapped. "I'm trying to help you." He snapped his fingers and was handed the engagement contract by a nearby Auvernal guard. "Sign this and my men will have your doctor in here within five minutes."

Liam felt all the adrenaline that had rushed through his veins when he tried to punch the man leave his body. He felt not only weak but utterly worthless. He couldn't see any way out of this. He couldn't lose his wife. He couldn't lose the child they had eagerly waited for.

He couldn't get the damn door open without the very people he had grown to loathe these past nine months.

"Liam," Olivia whispered, "it's the only option we have now."

"We'll find a way to break it." Maxwell whispered.

"Yeah," Drake patted his shoulder. "Right now, you need to just accept the deal to get Brooks and the baby some help."

Liam glanced over at Hana to get her advice.

Tears filled her eyes. "I--I know this isn't what you want, but we have no choice."

Liam swallowed and snatched the paper from Bradshaw's hand. He signed the cursed document and tossed it in his face.

"There! Now get that doctor in here before it becomes null and void."

Bradshaw quickly gave the orders for his guards outside to break down the door with a battering ram.

In three minutes, Dr. Ramirez was following Liam up to the royal chambers.

She helped rouse Riley and then guided her through the delivery.

Liam watched in awe as his wife produced the most perfect baby girl he had ever seen.

Tears of joy and immense relief trickled down his cheeks as he held his daughter for the first time.

"I think we should name her Eleanor," Riley said, watching him kiss their little one's forehead, "in honor of your mother."

His eyes practically glowed as he looked upon his wife. "Thank you, my love."

She snuggled her head on his shoulder as they both gazed down at their own miracle.

Liam knew he needed to tell Riley what had happened with Auvernal yet he didn't want to ruin this first moment of them as a family.

He silently vowed as he held his daughter that he would somehow find a way to save her from an arranged marriage.

#choices the royal heir #king liam #liam x riley #trr drake walker #trr olivia #trr maxwell #trr hana lee #choices trh

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brellhal96 · 3 years

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I'm not jealous

Image credits: Isabella west on pinterest

Pairing: Loki × reader

Summary: You were completely interested in Loki and he knew it, but sometimes the jealousy towards Thor wasn't just about being the preferred son.

Precautions: Mentions of insecurities but actually, this is pretty soft.

You were not Asgardian however Thor considered you a great friend and warrior who had helped him in past troubles so with the support of his father he managed to keep you in Asgard. But neither were a common person, your planet had been destroyed in another galaxy some time ago, there descending from the kings, who were gods, you were a goddess inside of your radar social, goddess of life and soul, to be exact, you possed healing powers and even you could revive other after a certain time of his death.

After several fights and confrontations seeking to protect Asgard you had earned the respect and renown within society, even Odin.

However, you were only interested in what one person thought of you, Loki. You didn't understand why having so many options you should have noticed him, “the heart sometimes makes bad moves,” you said to yourself.

You felt like it was crazy when he started writing you letters on the sly, how mysterious he was made you love him even more, but at the end of the day you managed to have a relationship with him, to the point that all of Asgard knew it.

Odin and the queen adored you and Thor treated you like a sister, so his family was never a problem, at least for you, but Loki didn't see the same way Thor treated you.

They had won a heavy battle against a nearby planet, as always dinner and party came later.

“Really, and then Y/N did that magic with his hands and revived half the troop, it was fantastic” Thor recounted the scene with so much emotion that you couldn't not smile at it.

“You're an amazing woman” Thor winked and toasted you.

“Come on, it was nothing.” You sincerely loved being recognized for your work.

“Believe me that bringing so many people back to life is much more than anything”

Loki saw how you smiled and he smiled with you but you didn't feel it looked good.

“Do you want us to leave?"You saw him as he frowned.

“Not at all, to see how they praise you is great” he continued over dinner and honestly didn't want to start a scene with him in the middle of dinner, so you just kissed him on the cheek try to make him see that you cared how he felt.

"And how does it feel to have your powers?" One of Thor's friends asked you as everyone watched you with interest.

“It's not really like I feel different all the time, only when I use them, the healing power is sometimes very strong, even if I used it to a greater extent than due I could die, but it is quite pleasant the feeling after I managed to heal someone” You said as you moved your hands from which a green light radiated between your fingers.

"And what is it like to use it to a greater extent than it should?" Thor saw you worried.

“It would only happen if I tried to heal or revive an entire planet at once.”

“Well, that's not going to happen, not while I'm here" Thor gave a toast again and everyone screamed excitedly with laughter and jokes.

When you turned to Loki he seemed to be immersed in his thoughts, you even held his hand with the intention of verifying that it was him and not an illusion.

"Are you sure you don't want us to leave? We can go for a walk" You whispered near his ear.

"No, forgive me, I'm just tired" he smiled faintly though he noticed your intention to hold his hand.

The dinner was quite pleasant, you honestly didn't know why but Thor filled you with compliments all night long and toasts to both, even nicknamed them “The gods of Asgard” to both.

When dinner was over, you and Loki decided to go for a walk for a while, something you liked to do a lot because you always walked hand in hand, but still his face was stiff and his eyebrows frowned.

“What happen?” For a moment you thought he was upset with you, you almost never fought but when it happened you knew it was for serious reasons.

“Nothing, I'm just tired, it was a long night”

You hesitated for a second, but you rigorously said, "You know I don't like you lying to me.” You started getting angry because you knew that wasn't true.

You walked a few more minutes in silence, for a moment you wanted to let go of his hand and leave him alone, but you remained calm.

“If you don't want to tell me that's fine, but we can't solve anything this way and you know it” You were looking up at the sky while you were talking “I really don't like you behaving like this” You were about to let go of his hand when he spoke.

“Well, I don't like you and Thor sharing so many laughs either, but what can I do,” he said without seeing you.

For a second you analyzed his response and it was quite reassuring to know that his annoyance came from jealousy without feet or head.

"Are you jealous of your own brother?"You stopped walking abruptly.

"No" He turned and stood in front of each other. "You know I'm not jealous”

"Well, if this isn't jealousy, I don't know what it is."

"Well, it's not jealousy, it's just pretty annoying that all night he talks to his stupid thunder god tone while winking at you, it's annoying!" After speaking too quickly he put a hand in his eyes trying to understand what he had said.

“I say it is jealousy” you said in a mocking tone.

“Don't make fun, I know it's not right but when I see you smile with him it's like, fuck, I want you to smile like that with me.”

His eyes were sad and it broke your heart in two.

“Loki” You took his face in your hands" You don't have a damn idea how much I love you, do you?”

"I know, but I feel that sometimes... Sometimes you look so strong, perfect and unattainable that I do not know how much I can offer you" He looked nervous while talking “I feel like I'm talking too much”

"Hey, why didn't you ever tell me before?" he closed his eyes as he held your hand on his face.

“It's pretty complicated for me to talk about emotions, I'm sorry”

“It will always be important for me to know how you feel, fuck if you could only see how I see you”

“I love You Y/N” kissed your hand.

“Everything, everything in you is valuable to me” With care you caressed his face “I love you and you know that no one will stop me this feel for you”

He smiled and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“I love you too, as you have no idea”.

Thanks for reading me

#Tom Hiddleston #Loki×reader #Loki imagine #Tom Hiddleston imagine #Thor and Loki #Loki #Imagine Loki #Imagine Tom Hiddleston

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chidoroki · 8 months

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when we think about it, Isabella spent hours to make little Berny for Conny's birthday when she knew at this point that Conny would be shipped one month after this birthday

(she know who will be shipped in the three/four months to come, except if one of these kids made a spectacular progresses suddently, then… this kid is saved for a while i guess).

She spent hours to create a toy that was going to be cherished for only four weeks. and she probably did that for a lot of kids who has the same mont of time than Conny, some had probably more and some had maybe less.

She loves so much her kids and wants them to be happy so much.

For Ray she literally managed to obtain a cool watch that he still uses at almost 12 (and maybe he took it in the escape). He took care of it, he didn't use it for create the anti-trackers device, so he enjoyed the gift.

I dunno exactly how far in advance Isabella knew Conny was gonna be the next one to be shipped out (though she had to be aware it was only a matter of time since her her test scores were pretty low), so the fact Isabella went through all that trouble to make something for her is very sweet indeed. I say "trouble," but with Isabella being so skilled with everything, I can imagine she made Little Bunny fairly quickly.

I also love that Isabella decided to make Little Bunny from scratch rather than just order a bunny plush like all the other objects she gifted Ray as it gives that extra personal touch which really shows how deep her love is for these kids.

When ya say cool watch, are you referring to the pocket watch Ray often used during his time Grace Field? I.. never thought that it would've been another one of his gifts he received from acting as Isabella's watch dog. How did I never think of that..? I mean, it would make sense, yeah? Where else would he even get one if not from Isabella herself? I doubt one was conveniently lying around the house for him to take. Oh, I like this idea very much. (y'all, is this confirmed to be true anywhere about how/when he got the pocket watch??)

About whether or not he took it with him post-escape, I wondered the exact same thing and thankfully I was awarded with an answer during ch61. Unfortunately, I'm slow with realizing that these are two completely different watches, as the one he used at GF didn't open like this one apparently does. Sigh..

Okay so now I'm gonna ramble about something that's been on my mind recently due to me comparing some season two scenes to recent manga chapters, but the watch in the second season's OP has to be Ray's, yea?

The tracking devices Isabella & Krone use are silver, not to mention that we get a clear shot of Ray's during s1ep1. It also doesn't open up like the one used during the trip to Goldy Pond.

Of course what caught my eye are the several tiny scratches on the pocket watch seen in the Identity OP. Had I not gone back to check the first episode just now, I would've imagine the scratches could've been from the stick he used during ch181.5 or something, but since that event of him destroying his tracker takes place before the anime starts, that obviously can't be true. His extra chapter released way after season one anyways and he wasn't even shown using the pocket watch then either. This moment only came to mind because of how precise he timed Isabella's arrival.

Perhaps the damage is just there for dramatic effect. I dunno, just a random thought I've been wondering about. Oh, and the anime pocket watch also doesn't include the chain it has in the manga. I can't complain about that detail though since it's so minor and would've been an extra, unnecessary thing to animate.

I know the question started off with Conny and I just went on a whole Ray tangent and for that I apologize, especially considering it was Conny's birthday, aahaha. Well, I'm posting this a couple minutes late in that case but I was close!

#a wild ask appeared #the promised neverland #tpn manga #tpn anime #tpn conny #tpn ray #conny #ray

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just-like-playing-tag · 3 years

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Yo it's Apollo!Ray AU hours again

I just think Ray would be more fitting as ruthless psycho than Norman? I mean, Ray was willing to sacrifice 35 children out of 37- children that were his family, children he loved. I'm not saying such decision didn't destroy him internally; but if he, after having thought about it for a long time and considered there was no other chance, eventually agreed to sacrifice most of his own family, think about what he might be able to do to the creatures he despises.

Now, I'm not saying I'm 100% sure this is how Ray would act if he was sent to Lambda, and I know I'm on thin ice with remaining in character; but I find it fun to think of what could have been of him and eventually bringing to light some hidden dark aspects of his!

Hear me out: Ray is a complex, predominantly gray character. Through the canon story, he was greatly effected by Emma's good influence for the better. Nota bene!! I don't mean that Ray isn't his own character, and that his personality and development was solely shaped by Emma; what I mean is that he was influenced by Emma's attitude as much as she was of his own, because our personality is also built on the people we're surrounded by, especially the ones we share a deep bond with.

Now, let's say that, at Grace Filed, Ray's heart was still in a predominantly gray zone: a bit ruthless at heart - he really was willing to abandon to death 92% of his family - but still able to be influenced by Emma's good resolutions for the best (even though it's important to keep in mind that he didn't believe an escape involving more than three people was possible until it took place in front of his eyes. I think it's a very relevant detail, as it shows how GF!Ray's cynism and realism often lead to him solely being able to see the most negative results, and not allowing him to believe in the impossible as Emma and Norman did).

Now, things changed as canon Ray escaped. He had seen the impossible become reality right in front of his eyes, and in that moment he vowed he would have never made the same mistake: he would have never given up again; not on his family, nor on his life.

He swore to protect his family, and that he would have never allowed any of his siblings to meet death again: and that's because, for the very first time in his entire existence, he started to believe that no-escape-scenarios can actually be overcame without sacrifices, if only you have enough faith into making it possible. He learned that fighting back will never stop being an option, and he's now willing to do anything, even the impossible, to grant his family an happy life- this time, for all of them.

It's beautiful, isn't it? Well, bad news!!! Lambda!Ray never got the chance to go through this character development. In fact for him after his shipment everything got worse and more desperate!

I find it unlikely that Ray would have left a note with a revisited escape plan like Norman did before leaving... We know for sure in two months he didn't come up with what Norman had thought in a couple of hours, and even though in the circumstances of him being shipped he would have been him to make the recognition, he didn't know about the support of the younger siblings, which was a key element of the escape plan. Overall, even putting aside the fact that Norman is generally considered being a span more witty than Ray, I personally like to think that Ray, for how he is - pessimistic, depressed and everything - after seeing the cliff would have been far too miserable to come up with something as fast as Norman did.*

*Actually, it's hard to tell for sure, because I think Ray would never give up on saving Emma and Norman- but things were happening so fast, so what if he didn't have enough time? What if he just couldn't come up with a plan to overcome the cliff? I fully believe Ray would have done anything to save Emma and Norman, but what if there wasn't anything to be done? It's hard to say.

Ray is shipped to Lambda. This is probably what he's thinking, differently from Norman:

1. Their plan to escape somehow feels as it's already failed, since they already lost one person: without him, the plan of setting the house on fire to distract Isabella has no chance to work, making their already few chances of escaping go down to basically none.

2. Differently from Norman, who never stopped believing in Emma, Lambda!Ray doesn't know if his siblings were actually able to escape; taking into account how pessimistic Ray is, he has probably long presumed them dead. In such situation, it's very likely he considered the work of the six years of his life to at least make Emma and Norman survive gone to waste. I think it's actually very likely for him to get even more depressed and hopeless at Lambda, believing that now all his family is dead, and probably blaming himself for that. The fact that out of all his family he was the only one who survived - him, the one who out of them was the most ready and willing to die - must feel to him like the most cruel joke from destiny.

[For reference: until the very moment they finally met, also Norman didn't know the escape was successful.

Of course, Norman believed in Emma and in her plan, but what about cynical, realistic, I'm-depressed-since-I-was-one Ray?]

At Lambda, Ray is hopelessly stalling, obsessing on this kind of thoughts. His hatred for demons and, for extension, the world he lives in, is growing stronger and stronger. He's slowly sinking in the abyss of his own desperation. Now that all for him is lost, the only thought that keeps him from giving up on his life is one: the thirst of vengeance. A single, dark, rooted thought that somehow manages to be the one thing that keeps him going on. (Once taken on the Apollo facade, there probably was also a component of wanting to stop once and for all the suffering of thousands of children... But in all honesty, I believe with Ray the revenge component would be much stronger than it was with Norman.)

Let's take a moment to reflect on Ray's vindictive side, shall we? Of course, the main reason for Ray to set himself on fire was because according to him it was the safest way to make the others escape (honestly I think a big part of it was also because of him being suicidal kind of depressed, but that's not relevant to the point). But I believe another primary reason for his actions was his seek for revenge: you can clearly see it in his words full of hate and loathing. And I mean, I think that's pretty canon? Ray's beautiful theme in this moment of the anime is literally called “Ray's retaliation”.

That night Ray sought revenge for having ruined his six years plan to save his true friends (since Norman was ultimately shipped without him being able to do anything to save him), together with revenging all of his siblings he saw being led to death. Somehow, it was a moment for him to set all his anger free as his last testament leaving that cruel world.

But as for the Ray of the AU, he never got to experience that freeing moment! Instead, the anger inside of him kept growing stronger and stronger. And now that he believed the whole escape plan had failed and not a single child had survived, it's fair to assume his thirst for revenge would keep growing with it. And also, once again: this time there's no Emma to have a good influence on him.

Now imagine: after escaping Lamba, Ray meets Emma and Norman again!! He's overjoyed: for the longest time, he had thought he would have never got to see them again. He's ecstatic, overwhelmed with joy. In that moment, he swears to himself he'll never lose them again. Skip to the moment of the confrontation between the three of them, except this time it's Ray to expose his plan to exterminate the demons; when Emma randomly speaks her mind and says that, well, she actually doesn't find it very nice to eradicate an entire species, and that in fact she and Norman were already planning a fun trip to a deadly metaphysical place nobody ever came back from to reforge the promise. Needless to say, in the span of minutes Ray is back sinking deep into the abyss. He won't lose them again. He can't lose them again. And click boom, he goes “You know what Emma? Why don't you visit our Paradise Hideout a bit longer instead 😊🔪🔪🔪”

What I'm trying to say is: when the story starts, Ray has gone through all of the most dreadful and disturbing horrors; he's unstable, and depending on his fate when leaving Grace Field he could have easily swing from one extreme to the other. I think Emma greatly helped him overcome his hatred; but what would have been of him, hadn't she been there to support him? What if he only met people who shared his hatred for demons? What if Ray had the choice to kill them all?

#This was mostly written September of the last year lmao #Then heavily rewritten this April...#And finally corrected today #I don't know why I always specify when a post was made #I guess I just find it funny how long it takes me to post something #and the turbolent journey of my posts XD #tpn ray #tpn #the promised neverland #tpn manga spoilers #apollo ray #mine #long post #Edit: Queuing this because I'm a c o w a r d #q.

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Blood red mist (Jasper Hale x Reader) Chapter 3

Warnings: mentions of death

Word count: 1.1k

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No one told you what it was like to die. You guess, everyone had their stories about going towards a bright light or seeing the people you loved, your life flash before your eyes, but not you. Your death, felt a little more different to the ones people described in the movies. It started with nothing, absolute nothingness, and then red hot flames. It was like someone had doused you in fuel and strikes a match. Your skin was burning. Then, red mist. Blood red mist. Swirling all around you, through you. Then nothing again for a while, you didn’t know how long it had been.

Until one day, you weren’t dead anymore. You were born again. New born.

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-Your pov-

The first thing you knew when you woke up on the metal surgical table was, well, you had died. The memories came flashing back to you in an instant, walking through town with Nessie, being stabbed, looking up at Sam and then.. Japer. You rose slowly, and by slowly you actually meant fast, your hand leaving a dent in the metal below you. You could hear everything, see everything, smell everything, your senses were on a trip, sensory overload.

You looked in the mirror at the corner of the room. Wow. Obviously Alice had dressed you, a tight black dress hugging your form. When you were human, you’d been a little chubby, but now, it all seemed to be toned and curvy, the dress hugging all the right places. Your hair, once dull and lifeless, seemed to flow endlessly and your eyes. Red. As red as the blood that once flowed through your veins. You knew what this meant. You were a vampire. You had no heart beat, your senses were heightened, eyes red, cold skin… and the hunger. A low growl rose from your throat and you grasped it with your icy hands. It burned. You started to panic slightly, no one was here and you were a vampire, you had died. It was all too much. You felt the need to kill. To satiate the hunger. Your eyes glowed. You could smell blood just outside the door, even thought it had a wet dog smell accompanied with it you still craved it. You ran, the hunger too much to contain yourself, blinded by thirst, you whizzed through the Cullen house like a rocket, destroying everything in your path to get to the one thing you wanted most. You were so close, but hands just like yours, stone like and icy grabbed you from all angles, holding you down, you fought and managed to get away until someone wrapped their arms around you so tightly you could hardly move, even with your newborn strength. You new it was Emmett. The only one in the house hold strong enough to even think about subduing a new born. Then in a flash, in front of your crazed eyes, your love, Jasper Hale, trying to calm you, no doubt using his powers, as all of a sudden a wave crashed over you, you didn’t feel as angry or confused, the strong emotions you had been feeling sort of dulled into a buzzing noise in the back of your mind.

“Jas?” Your eyes softened, as you looked at him. He looked tired, if vampires could look tired. He was staring at you, as if you were a dream. You reached out a hand to him, the sunlight beaming through the window, catching your new skin, making it glisten like a thousand tiny diamonds. “Wha-what, what happened, I, I died?” Emmetts grip relaxed slightly, your fiancé, taking you in his arms squeezing you as tight as he could, his face nuzzled in your neck, your hair, then in one swift movement his lips were on yours, he’d missed you so much. Now more than ever, your lips seemed to fit against each others perfectly, your body fit against the curves of his like you were pieces of the same jigsaw.

-A couple of weeks later-

For a new born, apparently you’d shown extreme control, just like Bella had. Maybe it’s because you’d been with the Cullens seeing how they lived their ‘Veggie” diet before you turned. Just because you could control your urges to rip peoples throats out, didn’t mean you didn’t want to do it, sometimes it was all you thought about. But you were learning, and doing well, which is what counted. Jasper was with you constantly, never leaving your side. Literally… it was as if you were two magnets stuck together. He had the most experience in training new borns and he naturally calmed you when he was near anyway, without having to use his powers.

You were still no closer to figuring out who had stabbed you that fateful day. Why would someone go after you? Why was there any reason? All the conflict was over.. wasn’t it?

You had a theory, which was the only one that made sense. The wolves could smell straight away that whoever had stabbed you was a vampire. It would make sense, you didn’t even see the person. They were too fast. Your theory was that, someone from the opposing side of the battle didn’t take too kindly to being out smarted and shown up by your family. They were sending a message, one that had been receive loud and clear.

It was hard to control Japser the day you put your theory forward to the family. They had all suspected something similar but no one had said it out loud until then, lets just say Jasper was more than pissed, he was out for blood. To be honest, so were the wolves. They didn’t take too kindly to vampires killing humans on their turf, especially someone they liked.

The truth in the matter was however, unless the Cullens wanted another war on their hands, there was nothing they could do about it. What proof did they have? What could they do about it anyway? What was done was done, it’s not like you could turn human again, not that you’d want to anyway. As horrible and traumatic as it had been, the fact that you didn’t even have a choice in the matter, you were somewhat grateful to be turned. You were experiencing life just like your partner now, you’d be with him forever, you wouldn’t be the odd one out, missing things because of being too slow, weak, fragile. You were just like the rest of them now. Even better in some senses.

Some vampires were granted gifts with the change. You were one of them. You had what Emmett like to call….

Blood Red Mist.

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Hey! I haven't updated this fic in a long time lol. Atm I feel like I'm finding it difficult to write and IDK whyyyyy. Um, it's a short chapter but I'm hoping to now be able to start going into the story properly no that we've got the change part out of the way!

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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My Love| Echo (12)

Note: kinda short but important at the same time also Sonju hitting on the reader (cough)

Warnings: talks loosely about past trauma

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

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Echo smiled, laying next to Y/n on the bunk, body bare and only covered by a blanket, sharing with Y/n.

"That..." Y/n spoke with a deep breath, "Was...new..."

Echo chuckled, he had finally gotten back to Y/n, and things returned to how they were almost immediately.

"So were you," Echo spoke rubbing his shoulders and neck, prominent bite marks had scabbed over quickly where Y/n once drank sips of his blood.

"Yeah, sorry about that." Y/n apologized.

"Don't apologize," Echo told him, "I'm not saying I didn't like it."

Leaning up he kissed Y/n's lips, Y/n returning the favor. Echo pulled away with a chuckle.

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Echo smiled, Y/n shifting under him slightly to get more comfortable, his arm around Echo's shoulder one arm behind his head relaxing, his eyes even closing as if he was going to sleep.

"Y/n," Echo grabbed his attention.

"Hm?" he asked with closed eyes, chest rising and falling steadily, skin warm.

"Can, we talk about it?"

"Bout what baby?" Y/n questioned.

Baby, that nickname, returning from the grave, he had never thought he'd hear that come from Y/n's chest, "About, our past, like we use to."

Y/n rubbed Echo's shoulder, "There's still not much to talk about."

Echo frowned, not much to talk about? Perhaps he just didn't want to talk about it, but Y/n taught him you had to talk about everything, the sooner the better, or it would catch up to you. It was silent, Echo not wanting to pry.

"I was put away for a while," Y/n started out of nowhere, "The Corasaunt guard with Tarkin as their director stormed the house after a conversation with my parents, we were hauled away in cages rather than cuffs, I didn't understand, tried to keep the kids safe the best I could, but we were split up, I had managed to keep Princess in the cage with me."

Echo looked up at him, listening to every word that fell from Y/n's lips

"but when we got to the research facility, we were split up. I didn't know what happened to everyone until I escaped with Sonju and Mijuka." Y/n spoke, "After the incident with Dogma."

Echo frowned, but let his fingers rub over Y/n's exposed chest, over some puckering scars.

"I had learned from archives that most of my brothers and sisters had died, there was only one left." Y/n spoke, "You remember Princess?"

Echo nodded, Princess the sweet little girl that had done his "much needed" makeup all the time out of fun.

"I had run to grab her from her cell but, well it seemed her death was more than just experimenting wise, they had her in a tube, filled with flowers and red liquid, turns out they had just sold her and she hadn't been marked as dead yet," Y/n told him.

"Y/n, I," Echo tried to empathize, sympathize, anything, but it was even hard for him to comprehend, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Y/n spoke, "I'm not too sad about it anymore, she's with the family somewhere else now, I just hope they're happy wherever they may be."

Echo snuggled up to Y/n more to comfort him, "I'll never see how you'll do it, be able to accept it, especially so fast."

"I haven't been able to accept it, but I know, that I can't keep dwelling on it, when we broke the kids out of the physic section in that lab I realized, I had to be a big brother again." Y/n let out.

"I'm here now, you can lean on me now," Echo spoke, Y/n smiling smally in response, "I want to help you like you've helped me."

"Thank you Echo," Y/n told him, kissing the top of his head, "You've helped by being accepting."

Echo ran his hand through Y/n's hair soothing the male, his hand from the top of his hand ran down to his cheek where he rubbed a thumb over Y/n's cheek. They stayed like that for a few more moments, relived in each other's arms.

"Hey, Roslyn!" Sonju called banging on his door, "Dinner!"

Y/n sat up, quickly throwing joggers on and walking to the door, where he let it slide open, his frame blocking the doorway.

"Alright, I'll be out," Y/n commented, Sonju seeing Echo's form in the background immediately, the clone covering himself up some more.

Sonju looked back down at Y/n acting as if he hadn't seen anything, "And what's this thing with everyone calling you Y/n? Weren't gonna tell me?"

Y/n shrugged, "Didn't know you needed to know." he replied sarcastically.

Sonju chuckled, hands upon the top of the door frame supporting his leaning down the body which rests at Y/n's eye level, leaning in Y/n rolled his eyes.

"You, smell different." Sonju teased, "Want me to change that?"

"Want me to rearrange your insides, and not in a fun way," Y/n argued arms crossed.

Sonju chuckled, "Well then hurry your ass to dinner before I drag you there."

Y/n waved him off Sonju walking off with a shrug as Y/n closed the door locking it once again with a push of a button.

"Come on, let's go eat," Y/n told Echo.

Echo nodded, getting out of bed he dressed, Y/n redressing himself in something more suitable as they walked out together, everyone in the common room eating.

"Your food," Connor spoke handing the bowl to Y/n.

"Thank you." Y/n thanked taking the food.

"Here your's as well," Isabella spoke handing the bowl to Echo.

"Oh, thank you." Echo spoke, the two finding seats on the floor more comfortable than the seats as they leaned up against the curved booth.

"Ooo! y/n! Y/n!" Emma cheered, "Ray has-"

Emma was elbowed hard by Ray, "Hey!"

"I don't have anything," Ray defended as Emma frowned.

"But you just told us that-"

"no, I didn't" Ray argued jerking his head towards Echo who was looking down at his food and eating.

"Oh,"

"Anything you wanna say ray?" Y/n questioned with a smile.

"Emma has a crush on the bandanna guy!"

"I DO NOT!"

"YES, YOU DO!"

"YEAH!? WELL, YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON THAT BLONDE GIRL AT LEAST THAT'S TRUE!"

Echo almost choked on his food at the burst of conversation, wait way- OMEGA!?

The two continued to bicker, the elders laughing, "Remember when you had a crush on a certain someone Sonju." Mujika teased.

"Yeah well, I ended up eating her so," Sonju spoke taking a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth.

"That's news to my ears." Y/n spoke, "Her?"

"I like options," Sonju spoke another big spoon of potatoes into his mouth.

"Relationships are a waste of time," Connor spoke.

"Well, you did try and stab your dad to, death," Evie spoke.

"Damn imagine having parents." Jacob chimed in.

"Jacob!" Evie argued, "Really!?"

"Oh was this not trama circle and dinner?" Jacob questioned, "Let's just unpack it all why don't we."

"we rather not," Isabella spoke eating her stew.

"But I'd bloody love to." Jacob spoke, then turned toward Echo, "So what's your story lad?"

Echo looked up food in his mouth pointing to himself in question.

"Please don't entice my brother with stories," Evie spoke.

"Oh uh," Echo spoke, "I'm a clone, that's all really do it."

"You fought in the clone wars?" Norman asked sitting across from Echo as he nodded.

"ARC Trooper, previously at least," Echo spoke. "Not much of a trooper anymore anyways,"

Echo let his words sink in then quickly corrected them, "You know!- with the empire, and all..."

"The clone wars were pretty brutal on the creed." Evie spoke, "Moraled Assassins because ruthless bounty hunters, the republic didn't take nicely to the Creed not taking a side, neither did the separatist."

"So, neutrality destroyed your people?" Echo questioned.

"Yes," Evie spoke. "Very much so,"

"Order 66 destroyed the clones and Jedi, did it not?" Connor questioned.

Echo nodded in response, "It killed a lot of good men, soldiers, Jedi, and Clone."

"Title doesn't do you much good now," Sonju commented, "We're all the same in the ground"

Y/n sat up from his leaning state and grabbed two drinks off the table, handing one to Echo. The rest of the dinner was quiet, eating is the main task, it reminded him of Y/n's house, everyone talked letting out whatever they wished to at the beginning of dinner and then everyone becoming silent as they ate and filled their stomachs.

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Hi Sam! I saw the recent ask you answered about the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum theft. Are there books/articles/documentaries about it that you *would* recommend, that you think do a particularly good job of analyzing aspects of it? Hope you and your wonderful kitties are having a lovely day!

It’s tough to know, because all that information now just sort of lives rent-free in my head, and the problem is that there’s no one definitive source that I think has everything right -- one of them will be great but will be very credulous about the reporter who says he saw the paintings, another will be skeptical of most of the information available but adhere very tightly to one pet theory, a third will be just a single theory to begin with that might even be a good one but they don’t take into account a ton of other data I’d want to at least know if I were going to evaluate theories. There are many that focus on Boston’s criminal networks and completely ignore anything happening in and around the museum itself at the time.

And also some of what I know about the Gardner theft is actually context that’s nothing to do with it -- stuff about the world of art crime in general that most books don’t really think to include, often because the author is so narrowly focused on the Gardner that they haven’t thought to expand their knowledge. For example, almost all priceless art that is stolen and then returned comes back, at this point, for one of two reasons: either it was ransomed in the first place, like stolen specifically to be “sold” back to the museum, or it was used by a criminal to get a lightened sentence. That’s something you want to know when reading about various criminals who have been in custody but not tried to use the Gardner heist, or been unable to produce the paintings if they have. There are a few theories where everyone involved in the heist died before they could say anything and the paintings were destroyed, but they’re a) few and b) unlikely and c) generally being told by someone I wouldn’t trust to tell me the time, let alone to be truthful to a journalist.

And also, working in the nonprofit world and talking about the Gardner as much as I do, I’ve learned things that aren’t a part of the general body of Gardner knowledge in the public eye, which gives me a potentially skewed but also larger perspective. So to me, additionally, most documentaries are working with incomplete knowledge that badly damages their case for any single theory.

So the problem with the new documentary (for me personally) is not that it’s bad, it’s just there’s no new information and I know everything it’s saying and not saying already -- like watching a true crime show that pulled all its interviews from other shows and repackaged them. It’s a decent piece of work on its own, just better in combination with other knowledge.

I do think The Gardner Heist by Ulrich Boser is worth reading even though at this point it’s probably a bit out of date. And for context I can’t recommend Noah Charney’s work highly enough -- his books, blog, and talks on art crime are extremely educational about how art crime functions. I don’t believe he’s done anything specific on the Gardner but his work obviously borders on it. And there’s a strong list of Gardner-related books here that contains most of the ones I’d recommend.

But my greatest recommendation while reading these books or watching or listening to media is always, always to remember that the person telling the narrative generally has a pet theory they might ignore evidence for, and most of the “career” criminals they speak to have zero motivation to be truthful.

#gardner heist #art theft #art crime #ambystomatidchanterelle

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raiiningforever2ice · 3 years

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Victor Nikiforov x Reader [Cinderella AU]

Requested on Quotev https://www.quotev.com/story/12466031/Oneshot-book

Gender Neutral, can be easily read by anyone!

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Everything in bold is your thoughts!

Disclaimer: In this, the reader is a young adult in their 20s. They never left their stepmother's house since she did everything to make sure to never let them study or find a job that would let the reader stand on their own.

Scrubbing the floor with a wet rug sure was taking its toll on your knees. It didn't matter that you did this every day, your body won't get used to it. Why couldn't you just use a mop? Poor-poor Y/N scrubbing your life away at your stepmother's house to get it squeaky clean! So squeaky it would over-squeak her spawns' voices. Oh, and here they come, pointy noses making their appearances before they did.

"(Y/N)! Is my breakfast not ready yet? Hurry it up!"

"Yes, Anya."

"(Y/N)! Wash my dress! Be careful with it, it's for an upcoming contest!"

"Yes, Isabella." A sigh fell from your lips as you barely caught the dress your stepsister threw at you.

That would be very bad if it fell inside the bucket with the dirty water!

"Come on I'm starving here!"

"Right away-"

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes stepmother?" You turned around, dress hanging from your shoulder and two eggs on your hands, ready to be cracked.

Your stepmother, Lilia, stood there with a condescending frown on her face, arms crossed in front of her chest as she picked at her red, freshly painted nails.

"You have to do all the housework, prepare lunch, do the washing up... and give a bath to the cat! Oh, you also have to clean the carpet by hand! The girls and I are going shopping!"

Another sigh left you, and you placed the eggs back inside the fridge.

"Yes, stepmother."

Poor-poor (Y/N), never able to take some rest.

The two girls you were so sure came from the depths of hell, laughed their evil laughs as they followed their mother outside.

...

Dusting the living room had become so boring. You would just sweep and sweep and sweep and then someone would knock on the door-

Somebody's knocking on the door!

Placing the duster on the little table next to the couch, you rushed over, patting down your clothes, before opening the door. A short, chubby mailman, stood there with one arm resting on his bag, the other up to his chest and an envelope clutched in it.

"Good morning (Y/N)! This is all you have today." The man said and handed you the letter.

"Thank you sir." You took the envelope in your hands and waved him goodbye as he took off.

Closing the door, you carefully open up the letter, curious of its contents. After all, it was addressed to the Baranovskaya household, you could read it too.

Congratulations!

You have been invited to the greatest ice-skating contest of the century!

Yakov Feltsman and Victor Nikiforov ask YOU to show off your skills!

Put on your blades and come compete for the amazing prize of Victor Nikiforov himself, coaching you to your dazzling future of skating on ice!

We will be waiting for you!

"Give me that!" The letter was ripped off of your hands and your stepmother started reading it, her creations peering over her shoulders.

"Victor Nikiforov?" Anya gasped.

"The Russian hottie?" Isabella cupped her red cheeks in her hands.

"The legend of ice-skating himself!" Your stepmother adds with wide eyes.

"When is it-WHEN?" The two sisters screeched in sync and your ears almost started bleeding from their shrill voices.

Lilia's eyes searched the paper in frantic, quick moves. So frantic in fact, you still wonder how they didn't end up falling out.

"Five days... we have five days to make you the best ice-skaters you can be! You, (Y/N)! Better star preparing their outfits and make sure you take their ice skates to be checked! They need to be perfect!"

You looked down to the ground and nodded.

If I start now I'll be able to finish all three outfits in time! What color should I go fo-

"Are you listening to me (Y/N)?! Where's your mind travelling to?"

"Oh! I was just trying to think of what I should do for my outfit for the contest!"

All three of them busted out laughing, pushing each other over and slapping their knees. You looked at them, jaw slacked open. Lilia noticed you and quickly collected herself, urging the others to do the same. They all stood up straight, arms crossed in front of their chests, eyebrows raised up to the gods.

"Ahem, you really think you will be attending too? Just because you have basic knowledge of ice-skating passed down to you by your late parents, doesn't mean I will allow you to come."

"But, why not? I will have everything ready! The house will be perfectly cleaned and the outfits will be ready in time and amazing!"

"We can't bring a mere housemaid to such a huge event. Besides, you have no chance at winning!" Isabella cackled.

"Exactly! And can you imagine Victor's face when he sees you? He will be absolutely disgusted!" They started laughing again as you fought the tears threatening to flow down your cheeks.

The trio left you alone, standing in front of the door with your fists tight at your sides.

I will go! They won't stop me!

...

It has been three days since the news about the contest, and you were almost done will all three -yes, three- outfits! Tomorrow morning you were to go get the skates checked to make sure your stepsisters don't fall on their faces.

"For now, let's just add a little bit of sparkle here." you murmured to yourself as you placed a few details on your sister's clothes.

Both outfits turned out amazing! Both girls would look truly beautiful in them. Anya and Isabella are actually both very pretty, too bad their personalities had to be so ugly.

Anya's dress was a sugar-white base color with deep red details sewed on by you, wrapping around the whole length of the cloth diagonally in tiny spirals and branch like shapes.

Isabella's dress was exactly the same, a request by the two sisters, but hers was a midnight blue with black details.

Your own outfit was already done. You just needed to make sure there were no tears anywhere. You didn't need to do much you never had a chance to wear it after your kind parents gifted it to you in hopes that they would see you in it.

Letting out a little sigh at the memory of your parent's smiling faces, you took the pink and white cloth and checked it all over.

Perfect condition!

You hid it back at the darkest part of the closet and took out the shoebox sitting on the bottom. Glancing at the clock, you stuffed the ice skates and all other essential items in your backpack and went off to 'The library'. They would never check there anyways.

Opening the large glass doors, you walked inside and greeted the young woman stand in behind the desk.

"Hello Yuko!" You gave her a tiny wave as she smiled wide at you.

"Oh hi (Y/N)! I was worried you wouldn't come today! You are just in time, the rink is all yours!" She went over to the door turning the hanging sign 'open' to 'close'.

Yuko, looked at you again and threw the keys in your direction. With a grateful grin, you took off and unlocked the door leading to the ice rink.

"Have you told Lilia you'll join the contest yet?" Your friend asked you and sat next to you while you were getting ready.

"No, not yet. I will tell them last second. What will they do then?" You scoffed and tightened the laces.

"Yeah, seems like a good strategy." She sighed "You know, I don't understand why they don't want you there! Your parents were both champions, and they passed all their knowledge and skill to you! Hell, you were probably already a great skater when you were still in your mom's belly!"

"They don't want to be embarrassed by their housemaid."

"They still call you that? Tch! Embarrassed how?! You will make jaws drop with your ice skating! Trust me, I know!" Yuko was now standing, flailing her arms around in frustration.

You chuckled at her antics and pushed her back down on her seat.

"If I am as great as you say, they probably don't want to lose by me then!" You both laughed and you stepped inside the rink.

"No music today?"

"No, I prefer chatting, you know that!" With that, you started gliding across the ice giggling at the stories Yuko told you, about her three daughters.

...

Today is the day. You look at your outfit one last time and place it gently in your bag. You hear your stepmother yelling at Anya and Isabella to hurry up. Taking a deep breath, you go outside and meet up with Lilia.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm coming with you. I finished all of my chores as you said. Look, we can pretend we don't know each other. I won't embarrass you this way!"

Lilia with a scowl on her face, looked at you from top to bottom. After what felt like a year, she let out an exasperated sigh.

"Fine. But you're not allowed to talk to us at all. We don't know you, you don't know us."

The sisters came down the stairs, hair and makeup already done -just like you- and they both rose a questioning brow.

"(Y/N) will come too. We will pretend we don't know each other. Now (Y/N), you go first, we will leave separately."

With a nod you left the house, a bounce on your step.

"Girls, make sure to destroy (Y/N)'s night... We're leaving in five minutes." Lilia went to find her purse as Anya and Isabella shared an evil smirk.

"Yes mother dear!"

...

The place was huge. People were roaming around, some warming up, some already dressed. Looking around and seeing so many beautiful costumes brought a warmth to your chest and a little bit of nostalgia.

The last time you saw something like that was when your mother won her last contest and she came running to you, held in your father's arms for a group hug full of happy tears.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" A voice piped up behind you, snapping you out of your little daydream.

You turn around and your knees almost gave out at the presence standing there. the Victor Nikiforov towered above you with a huge, somehow heart shaped grin on his face. And, he knew your name?

"Um... Yes that's me m-mister Nikiforov!" You said and bowed at the waist. "It's a pleasure to meet you sir!"

He let out a beautiful laugh and waved his arms, motioning you to stand up.

"Don't tell me you forgot about me! We used to skate together all the time when you came to Russia with your parents for their performances! Oh, I heard about the accident, I'm so sorry for your loss!" His mouth now formed a pout as tears hanged at the corner of his eyes.

You kept looking at him dumbfounded. The little boy, your childhood crush was him? The boy who's name you never asked-

"Surprised right?! I am too! After all that happened and your name stopped popping up, I though I would never see you again! I didn't know if you had anyone to take you in and I was worried about you! You didn't end up alone, right?" He grabbed your hands in his and looked at you in worry.

You looked around you and notice everyone had their eyes on you, due to the little scene the gray haired man caused. At the entrance stood your 'family' and they were glaring at you. Flustered, you pulled away from him, ignoring the hurt puppy dog eyes he gave you and bowed once again.

"I'm really happy to see you are well and thank you for everything! But I have to go change now!"

"I can't wait to see you competing then!" His tone was now softer as he looked at you running off.

You finally reached the changing rooms. Your knees bent as you panted. Your heart was racing and you didn't know if it was because of running, the embarrassment or his pretty blue eyes staring into your very soul.

"Snap out of it!" You scolded yourself and went in to get into your outfit.

Checking it out on the mirror, you felt a rush of excitement bubble up and conjured your parent's happy smiles into your mind.

I will make you guys proud!

You walked out, skates in hand only to crush onto someone and nearly fall to the ground. There stood your two stepsisters, wicked grins plastered on their faces. You gulped down the nervousness and give them a tiny smile, turning around to leave.

"No, no little (Y/N). You're not leaving us now!" Anya said

"We agreed that we do not know each other while we're in here." You whispered to them and took a step back.

"Change of plans!" Isabella exclaimed.

Then, they both grabbed each of your arms and dragged you back inside the changing rooms which were completely empty.

"You see our little (Y/N), we would never let you get any chance at winning this competition!"

"Much less, participate in it."

Everything went in slow motion as one grabbed your arms and held them behind your back, as the other produce a pair of scissors from her bag and started snipping away at your outfit, pink and white peaces falling helplessly to the floor.

You kicked and whined and cried at them to stop from cutting away the gift, your mother and father gave you the same day they passed.

With one last push, you broke away from them as they his the scissors again and left you alone, surrounded by the scraps of hopes and dreams. You collected the pieces scattered on the floor and tugged them close to you, asking for a miracle to happen and for the outfit to sew itself back together. You cried and sobbed and cried some more. Who knows how much time had passed?

Trying to collect yourself, you changed back into your clothes and left the place quietly. You glanced back and saw that the competition had just started, Anya and Isabella were to compete soon. You glanced at Lilia and saw the grin she was giving them. You rushed out. You wanted to go home.

"(Y/N)? Where are you going?" There in front of you, stood Yuko with a large backpack hanging from her shoulder.

You clutched onto her, sobbing in her arms as she tried to comfort you.

"What happend? Was it the sisters?" She asked in a hushed tone and closed her eyes in annoyance once you nodded in confirmation.

"They destroyed my outfit! They destroyed the last piece of my parents I had!"

"Hey, no don't say that. Alright okay, here. Let's go back in." She started pushing you back inside, checking around.

After she saw the evil trio, she hurried you both to the changing room. She took the bag off her and pushed it to your hands.

"Do you still have your skates? Did they get them too?" She asked and you shook your head 'no'.

"Good... Take this and go change. I wanted to give to you as a gift after you won. Go wear it and I'll come get you, okay? You haven't registered yet, have you? Of course not. Now shoo, go! Don't take too long! I have makeup wipes too in there so clean your face a bit!" She rushed off and was out of sight in the blink of an eye.

...

Looking yourself in the mirror once again you admired the new outfit. It was a baby blue color with silver little diamonds here and there making it simple and eye catching at the same time. You threw in the trash bin the last makeup wipe you used and took a deep breath. A knock on the door caught your attention. It was time.

You opened the door and there stood Yuko with flushed cheeks, panting like a dog.

"You didn't tell me Victor Nikiforov is your friend!"

"Oh, that's... A long story." You rubbed at the back of your neck awkwardly as she stared at you.

"Well, thank that long story cause he pulled some strings for you! Wear this mask, that way the 'high nosed trio' won't recognize you." She handed you a nice, black laced mask.

You placed it on your face and she helped tie it securely at the back. You both made your way closer to the rink. You found a place to sit and put on your skates, Yuko making sure they were tied correctly.

"He was there and when he heard me say your name while arguing that they should let you participate even if you were late, he jumped in and convinced the guy to let you in. He pulled me aside to ask if you were okay and I told him you had a bit of an accident. I explained that there was someone here you didn't want to recognize you and he asked if he should change the name registered." Yuko informed you and loud cheers erupted as the current participant landed a very difficult jump.

You clapped along with the others, as his performance came to an end. Next up was Anya. She strutted in with confidence and posed in the center of the rink, waiting for the music to start. You watched carefully while she danced on the ice, landing a few jumps and misstepping on a few others. As talented as she was, here performance had no emotions whatsoever and was overfilled with jumps. The same goes for Isabella's routine, who went right after her sister.

After she was done, they both went up to their mother who looked at them disappointed but still gave them a smirk. The next participant went in. He was pretty good and made you nervous. As his routine came to a close, you leaned towards Yuko.

"So, how was I registered as?"

"Next up we have Cinderella!"

"That's you, go! I'm cheering for you!" She gave you a hug and pushed you towards the rink.

You gulped the lump in your throat and went to the center, posing the way you had so many times during practice, and closed your eyes as you waited for the music to start playing.

The first notes sounded and you started your routine, gracefully sliding around. You started thinking of the first time your parents took to the ice rink. The first time you skated without falling. The first jump. The first competition. Your parents proud smiles as your mother held up a camera to capture it all. The times spent with Victor• two children sharing their love of ice skating without understanding each other's language.

You were flying to the rhythm of the music and slowly came to a stop as the song did too. The crowd went crazy and you lowered your arms to bow. You stood back straight and made direct eye contact with the silver haired man, who had tears running down his face.

You hurried off and went next to Yuko, who hanged onto you, sobbing about how beautiful your performance was. You hugged her tight, and watched on the rest of the competition.

...

"And the winner of the 1st place is... Cinderella!"

The crowd once again cheered loudly as a medal was placed around your neck. Victor came up to you and shook your hand, a soft smile on his face.

"I knew you would win. Congratulations, Cinderella!"

"Thank you, Victor." You said and grinned at him.

All excitement left your body as you saw Lilia and the sisters glaring in your direction, as the mother ushered them to go change. Looking around and seeing that the attention was now off you, you went to change too, silently thanking Yuko and Victor for their help.

Now back into your normal clothes, makeup and hair un-done, you shot Yuko a quick message explaining your situation. You quickly found the back exit, choosing to go this way and avoid bumping into Lilia and the others.

"(Y/N) wait! Wait please!"

You skid to a stop and turn around to see Victor running towards you, his hair bouncing making him look all princey.

His hair is definitely a paid actor.

You stare at him as he stops in front of you. You tug your bag closer as you glance at the huge clock in the distance.

"I wanted to congratulate you. For real this time, (Y/N). Your routine was amazing. Whatever you were thinking of, made your performance all the more beautiful. I felt the passion you were feeling at the time!" He took your hands in his gently as he did before and brought you closer to him, his bright eyes hypnotizing you.

"I'm really proud I get to be your coach (Y/N)."

The big clock started chiming signaling the midnight hour. The others would be home soon.

"Victor." You grabbed his wrists "Thank you for everything. Really! But I have to go now. I don't have much time. Goodnight." You gave him a quick hug and ran off, hopping to reach the house before they did.

"Wait no! You didn't leave any contact information!"

But you had already left.

Glancing down in exasperation, he saw one of your skates laying on the ground. He took it and went back inside, thinking of a way to find you again.

...

It has already been two days since then and you mostly hid away in your room, only coming out to do the house chores and eat.

You stared up at the ceiling thinking back to that night. The glimmer in Victor's eyes as he talked about your routine. Your heart started racing as the childish crush you had on him, came back hitting you like a truck.

A notification on your phone caught your attention. It was Yuko, asking you to go over to her, asap.

I should go and thank her again for her help.

You got dressed and left quickly. You opened the glass doors and went up to the desk. Yuko jumped up and hugged you.

"Yuko thank-"

"Yeah yeah, later! Now, go in, there's someone there for you!"

"What? Okay okay I'm going!" You laughed at her as she kept pushing you.

You slowly walked to the doors you were so used to unlocking and going to the ice world by yourself. This time, the silver haired prince stood there, beaming at you and holding out the shoe you had lost in your rush that night. You grab it and sit down after you see he has his skates on.

"I remember that woman that registered you for the competition. She seemed like someone you trust a lot. So I searched around for her hopping she would give me your contact information. It was her idea to call you over." He offered you his hand and you made your way to the rink.

You dance together in circles, his arm firm on your waist as he dipped you down. Placing your arm around his neck, you brought yourself back up and he placed his forehead against yours, looking lovingly into your eyes.

Neither of you noticed Yuko, hiding away in a corner, clapping silently to herself, and trying to keep her happy tears contained.

#yuri on ice #victor nikirofov #reader insert #victor nikiforov x reader #anime #fanfic #gender neutral imagine

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