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drowntowns · 3 months

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It’s so over. I think I kin the empty SEKAI.

#Fictionkin #kinsidering #placekin #fictioplacekin?#<- can I coin that?#Is it already coined?#Project sekai #empty Sekai

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critterbitter · 4 months

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The twins attempt reparations. Elesa is charmed by their wet emolga impressions and earnest earmuffs. She still can't understand their words very well but she can read between the lines of script.

A day after after this Unfortunate Sequence of Events!

For more submas content, feel free to hit up this masterpost.

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venacoeurva · 6 months

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obsessed with these little mouse coin purses again

#I need an OC who would have something like this #something tells me Lenore would because it's unusually cute of him #vena vents #not art #Wren would also have one mainly on the premise that he would love a functional gimmick #I don't really have a coin purse I can really take anywhere so I am Considering since they aren't very pricey

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an-entity-i-think · 1 year

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"I have a secret."

Arthur looks up from a report and glances across the room absentmindedly to Merlin holding a dagger he was polishing in his lap as he watches Arthur with a tilt of his head.

Arthur huffs a laugh, "Is it that you're secretly a girl?"

Merlin's lips tick upward for just a moment before continuing his stare.

Arthur watches him for a few moments, and then puts his quill down.

"You have a secret." Arthur repeats seriously.

Merlin just smiles, a small one, "I have a secret. It's an important one. But I can't tell you the secret. And I can't tell you why I can't tell you."

Arthur squints his eyes as Merlin looks down to keep polishing.

"Are you in danger?"

Merlin pauses to think which makes Arthur clench his fists in worry, not that he'd say that.

"...I suppose," He says slowly, thinking over his words, "But it's to my understanding- at this time at least -that it's no more or less dangerous for me whether you know or not. I do think it may be more dangerous for you if you know though."

Arthur hums and watches Merlin's face but sees nothing but earnestness as they meet eyes across the room.

"And why do you tell me this?"

Merlin just smiles again, but bigger this time, "I've decided I trust you with it. I trusted you before of course," he add hurriedly as if Arthur would ever think otherwise,

"But I just realized that I trust you with this, too. And this is something I've never trusted anyone enough to share it with- before I mean. And if it comes up, well, I'd rather be able to tell you that I can't tell you then to lie to you. So, this is me telling you there's a secret."

Arthur looks thoughtfully before raising one eyebrow along with a ghost of a smirk on his face, "So you have a secret you can't tell me. But you trust me with it. When do I get to hear the secret?"

Merlin leans his head on his hand as he looks sideways at him impishly, "I will tell you no lie if you ask."

Arthur hears the unspoken words bright as day:

I'm not going to say anything by myself cause I don't think it's time yet, but I will tell you the truth regardless if you so choose.

Arthur hums to himself before nodding once and then twice, ignoring the giddiness in his heart.

Picking up his quill again, he says, "You missed a spot," so he can hear his manservant squawk from across the room, "I'm not finished yet, you prat!"

They meet gazes one more time with matching fire in their eyes and grins on their faces before resuming their activities.

It's nice to be trusted.

Magical Reveal Sequel: Here

#entity writes #bbc merlin #merthur #merlin #entity writes merlin #prince arthur #this can be platonic or romantic i suppose #two sides of the same coin #they love each other your honor #they trust each other your honor #ugh i love them

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newdestination · 2 months

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Life's a pecha

#Ingo #Irida #PLA #submas #life's a peach <3 #i should probably make an art tag at this rate ngl #weird uncle. sharing food is a thing that can be so sweet i think #the other side of the coin || ooc

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sorryimananti-romantic · 3 months

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as a fellow deluyuyu looking out for another deluyuyu.. do NOT look at Yunho's Saitama Day 2 pictures 💀🧎🏻‍♀️🕳 we don't have the hotteok health insurance!!

bro.

YOU'RE TELLING ME WE WITNESSED THE YIPPLE???? HE ACTUALLY BROKE THE WALL DFKJGHJDFHGJKDF

AND HE LOOKED THIS HOT ANYWAY???

I. AM. NOT. OKAY.

#i seriously need to touch some grass after all the scrolling i did #but can i just say my heart is feeling things it should not feel #AND HE LOOKS SO UGH FDJKGH DFHGKJDFHDADDYSDKFJGHKJDFHG IN THE LAST PUCS #I AM NOT FINE #DELUYUYU SHOULD BE A COINED TERM ATP #HOTTEOK HEALTH INSURANCE WHAT WHO #anon thank you for informing me what i missed today #yet another day i cry myself to sleep bc i wont get to see this yunho #fist in my mouth screaming into the pillow as i type #💌#jeong yunho #yunho #ateez #yumi.asks

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nervouspearl · 7 months

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Moiraine Damodred and Lanfear in season 2 of The Wheel of Time

#moiraine damodred #lanfear #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot show spoilers #wot season 2 #wot s2 spoilers #wot #something something something about being two sides of a dragon shaped coin #serving some enemies to enemies realness #with a side of maybe we can use each other #i hope moiraine gets to kill her at least once a season as a treat #*

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 3 months

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ooo fantasy au Poppy oooo there's so much empty space on this, it's killing me

rambles:

why is there lace? why does she have a neck corset? because she's Gorgeous and I'm the Artist Here. i will always inflict my personal tastes on everyone I draw. pretty bird <3

it's really difficult to put clothes on a bird... stream helped out a bunch with the colors & the leg gear! I imagine that the leather is durable, which is probably the only thing that gets her to traverse less Forgiving terrain. Thornbushes and itchy tallgrass can't hurt her! she's got "boots"! How Does She Secure Them, i hear no one ask. that's what neighbors are for, isn't it? and a skilled beak once she gets the swing of it.

her shawl remains largely the same due to my lack of imagination! i put a lil feather clasp instead of the shawl being tied together to give it a more fantasy-oriented look. i think i succeeded? i like to think so! i imagine that the clasp gives Poppy some stress, though. It's sharp! Ish. it's sharp by her standards!

Poppy's enchanted glasses allow her to "see" injuries and illness, both caused by magical & normal means. this is very helpful in her role as healer, but also extremely stressful - just because she can see issues doesn't mean she automatically knows what they are! to her, a papercut may be misinterpreted by the beginnings of a fatal infection! i like to think that she got tired of needing to hold the glasses in place over her beak and asked if there was a charm to keep them steady. and they confidently had their resident wizard spell them on - oops! the spell was a little too strong! they're now magically superglued on! yeah, those are never coming off.

she also has a magic bag that i imagine was a gift from her family when she left the nest! she'd never directly use it herself - what if she falls in? what if something nasty managed to crawl inside? - but the Neighborhood uses it as collective storage. it can hold a lot! supplies, books, tents, gold, even Julie when she's determined enough!

#'why are her legs broken' Technically! theyre bending the correct way for a bird #i would draw them normally but since this au is uhhhh #mmmm how do i say? theyre Flesh and Bone and Biological Creatures!#so... normal bird legs :]c #its like how everyone gets teeth here! except poppy. cause she's a bird.#and wally. bc home forgot.#but yeah. poppy <3 #i like to imagine her trying to make dinner at a campsite #im now Realizing that part of the appeal of fantasy aus for me is the camping #god i miss camping. take me BACK #but also dont oh my god dont make me go back i dont want to be a kid again it was terrible-#scribble salad #wh fantasy au #poppy really can do it all!#she cooks! she heals! she screams loudly and hides during fights!#she helps frank keep careful track of the party's collective Coin!

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aspiringhorrorauthor · 2 years

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As is tradition with Dracula Daily, let me give you today’s Cultural Lesson Based On Today’s Entry. Let’s talk about money.

See, if you’re thinking Dracula and the characters are handling what we see today as British money, don’t be fooled! Dracula is set in the 1890s, and they use an entirely different money system to what we use now, it just seems on the surface that it’s the same.

For context, if you didn’t know, Britain uses pounds (£) and pence (p) as the currency now, with 100p to £1. This is called decimalisation, and has been in practice since the 1970s. Before then, we were the last country in the world to still use the Roman monetary system.

In the Victorian era, there were 3 used measurements of currency: Pounds (L), Shillings (s) and pence (d), which was written in that order: l.s.d, so a sink in a shop may list the price as 1.7.2, which would be 1 pound, 7 shillings and 2 pence.

Now lets break those down a little more. There are 240 pennies to the pound, and 12 pence to the shilling. That makes 20 shillings to the pound. Most working class laborers would be using shillings as their highest coin in day-to-day living. You could get a pint of beer for a couple of pence. A pound was an incredible amount of money to your average person (maybe less so to the fancy characters of Dracula).

But I want to talk about the coins.

See, a penny was not the lowest coin in circulation. That was a farthing, which was worth ¼ (a quarter) of a penny. Then next was a half penny (or ha’penny if you prefer). Of course there was the penny. Then there was a two pence (tuppence) and a three pence (thrupence) piece. Then you had your half shilling (sixpence, pronounced more like sixpunce, with a ‘u’ rather than an ‘e’), and the shilling itself (twelve pence, remember? Also known colloquially as ‘bob’). Then you had the florin, which was 2 shillings exactly (24 pence). From there you had your half crown, which was worth 2 shillings and six pence, for a total of 30 pence (though you’d never call it that), and then a crown, which was 5 shillings. From there the next step is the half-sovereign, worth half a pound (120 pence, or 10 shillings), and finally the gold sovereign coin, worth £1, or 240 pennys, or 20 shillings.

Yes, that’s genuinely the method of money these characters are using. Some old people insist it was easier than the current system.

Here’s some more fun money facts in case they come up later!

A guinea is a pound and a shilling (1.1.0, or 252 pence), and was used to make things seem a little cheaper to wealthy buyers. It’s used from time to time in Victorian books so it’s worth knowing.

The correct way to read out prices is ‘[x] and [y]’, so say you were selling something and wanted a shilling and fivepence for it, you’d ask for “1 and 5”. This is often used for the stereotypical cost of a half a crown, so when someone in a period drama asks for “2 and 6”, what they’re asking for is 2 shillings and sixpence.

There is a fairly obscure coin that I’m not sure was in circulation at this time which was nicknamed ‘The Barmaid’s grief’, it was only used for a few years. This was worth 4 shillings and was the same shape and (very nearly) size as a crown (5 shillings). So people would buy a pint of beer, the barmaid would pick up the coin in a hurry and not realise that it wasn’t a crown, and give 4 shillings back along with change from a shilling for the beer. So people made money from buying beer. It was not a good time to be a barmaid.

#Dracula daily #money #british money #Yes I also laughed when i found out old british money was written as Lsd #For someone who is not all that interested in coin collecting I love knowing about the old coins!#My dad was a bairn when they changed the coins around. His dad used to keep the old coins for him from the shop and give out the new coinage #Some people of a certain age get the value of shillings mixed up because post decimilsation a shilling could still be used and was worth 5p.#I worked as a social historian for one summer can you tell? I was paid £8.75 an hour to tell people this. So you guys owe me like £3.50 #For my work here.

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utilitycaster · 1 month

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I feel like we as a fandom had a lot of this conversation during Campaign 2 but redemption, however you may interpret it, is a process. It is not a binary of redeemed and not redeemed. And in the world of a D&D actual play, a lot of the hard decisions really come down to "is the harm this person did actively ongoing, or is it a past action with ongoing ramifications" and "will they stop doing this continued harm quickly enough for it to matter." It sounds cold to say that it's a risk-benefit analysis, but on some level, it has to be be. I think Bor'Dor was likely redeemable in some abstract sense, but could Team Issylra do it with the time and resources they had without risking their own lives? Probably not. I think the same is true with Liliana: if they had months in which to do this - and they have been contacting her on and off for a couple months, and every effort failed - maybe, but the clock's run out.

#like. i think the liliana v. essek discussion is a very thorny one though one i'm personally willing to have #but a big part of it is that his great transgression was already in the past and he hadn't done much more other than cover it up since #so it's like. yeah they can give him that time #i also tbh think that the fact they found out about him just before the peace talks was a major factor #if the war was still raging...perhaps the response would have been very different #critical role #cr spoilers #cr discourse #anyway. the coin flip should always land on its side.

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piosplayhouse · 19 days

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pio im sorry but the six balls name joke bothers me. the fact that its that demons are considered to have stupid names if they're lower class or han style names (sha hualing) or titles if they are upper class/ want to appear that way, while being coded as not han chinese feels racist. i just thought you would want to know about this sort of thing.

I can see how you feel that way! It's an understandable thing to be uncomfortable with at first blush. Though honestly I don't really agree-- everyone has stupid names in sv, it's just that six balls is directly translated in English translations while the others remain in pinyin. So you don't immediately clock that shang qinghua's name is a pun that just means Went to Tsinghua University when you say it outloud or that binghe's name is (dropped in an) Icy River or that sha hualing literally translated is just gauze and bells (basically describing her outfit). It's pretty consistent throughout the whole book that every character is named lazily and over literally, less as an indication of their character traits and more as a commentary on how many artists (sqh) tend to suck at naming their OCs imo.

Take the romanized names: Luo Binghe, Shang Qinghua, Sha Hualing, Liu Geqiu

vs some overly literal translated names: dropped in an icy river, went to harvard, ribbons & bells, six balls

The reason why six balls is the only character that gets this treatment is I assume because the singular scene he's in is entirely dependent on the reader understanding what his name means for the joke to work, but pretty much every character could be swapped in to make a fun literal translated name if the situation needed it

#favorite English name for sqh will forever be MIT (pronounced emmitt) Shang #coined by tshirt or kischlet or someone in that circle idk someone told me it on the forums and i havent stopped thinking of it #also only i can say this but honestly it wluld be kind of accurate if it was a race thing i fear 😭#southeast asians be naming their kids anything ... the current president's known as bong bong #its not his real name but most people call him bong bong. ive heard of ding dongs and bing bings too

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th3-sludge · 2 months

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Been posting a lot recently. absolutely tumblr maxing rn. Based and trans pilled

#my singing monsters #whiz bang #splatoon #pizza tower #peppino #celeste #celeste madeline #ultrakill #trans #transgender #lgbtq #yes you can have multiple #I have all of them but the mighty coin I still gotta play that game

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swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual · 2 months

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DPxDC Prompt

Thinking back on it, Danny probably should have been more wary of being given the title ‘Ender Of Timelines’.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dcxdp #I guess any crossover but it’s the one I was thinking of at the time #probably a summon fic?#they’re like Oh Fuck Who Have These Cultists Brought In?!?!#panic. mayhem. chaos.#meanwhile Danny is like. you put ONE alternate universe version of yourself into your own CLONE and SUDDENLY it’s a PROBLEM #he steadfast ignores the other times he fucked with time and then refucked with it to fix it #arguably it’s a title that should go to Dark Danny who I’m calling Dante because #chefs kiss ITS GREAT #maybe it applies to both so it’s like. a coin toss who shows up #Dante is like. ugh. community service says I CANT. let me give you the most bored speech on the planet about loving the earth and making…#the most of your timeline.#you know. up until he actually NEEDS to go light some fires. which he’s maybe a bit too quick to jump in on as soon as he can #meanwhile Danny is like. I can barely pass geometry and now I gotta help solve THIS problem TOO?!#they’re both good at it. just. different approaches #the timeline is capital f FUCKED if both show up tho #the mythos… you could have so much fun with it lol

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sadquickchristmassnowman · 10 months

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lgbtq actually stands for

Lesbiannie

Gobi Nadir’s son

Britta

Troy

Qjeff

#the community queer quintet if you will #can I coin that term or has someone done that already #great alliteration #anyway #community #community nbc #nbc community #abed nadir #troy barnes #jeff winger #britta perry #annie edison

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old-desert · 4 months

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Damn that homosexual epilogue

#in stars and time #isat #sifloop #loop isat #siffrin #desert art #my art #art tag #the entire game they were so fucking fruity and then the epilogue came and was like “i can make this fuck even better”#siffrin is like that one haha funny guy you knew in school and then years later #on a same class graduates meet up you see him and he's married to an honest to god diva (loop)#also the coin exchange in the epilogue??? that's bonding right there. they got bonding coins.

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comfortless · 5 months

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*ೃ༄ Some thoughts on a lighthouse keeper König with a fem, harpy reader! 18+ MDNI.

Signing away months of your life for routinized labor comes with little internal protests for him, he’s done it before with military work. He’ll do it again without question; anything, anyplace to keep him away from a house that’s never felt like home.

König’s blessed with an abundance of skills and the strength to perform hard labor. He’s disciplined enough to embrace the solitude, maybe even thinks of this contract as a reprieve from other people, from creature comforts and the hustle and bustle of ordinary life.

He packs only the bare minimum for himself— clothing he doesn’t mind lantern oil spilling onto, thick books ranging from myth to histories, a trusty hunting knife he’s been keening for the time to polish and sharpen to bring back to its former glory. Food and shelter are already provided for him in a cabin battered by sea breeze and saltwater just a bit too small for a man his size mere paces from the pillar of light that he’s resigned himself to tend to.

Each day is spent checking systems, keeping the haunting yellow light clean and functioning well, jotting down weather readings, and meticulously keeping things orderly. The occasional sound of a boat’s horn would bellow out, as close to a voice calling it’s thanks as it could get from his self-sought isolation. The ocean is lively enough for him, anyhow. The sight of a whale a short distance off shore isn’t an uncommon one, pods of dolphins flipping up into the air like performers, a show just for him. Even the sky above is a sight with flocks of birds he could not name passing by, or sea gulls flying high above only to ground themselves on the rocky shore to cock their heads at him; he imagines that if they could speak their small, shrill voices would ask him ‘What are you doing here?’, and he’s thankful he would never have to answer.

Each night, he reads. The bed is a bit small for him, a cot, really. He has to curl in a way that makes him feel like a dog left to waste away outside, knees nearly tucked to his chest and an elbow propped to keep his head up while he turns to pages of his books. He always wakes to his head resting on a page, the scents of old ink, amber and cedar fill his nose when his eyes flutter open.

He makes himself simple breakfasts, the scent of black coffee lingers throughout the cabin each morning. Occasionally it’s bacon, occasionally eggs in a basket, something as simple as his life has become. He thinks about his days of war when he walks to the shore with his mug in hand, wistfully watching the waves, haunted and volatile, so very much like the ocean of his eyes.

It’s never quiet. The gulls call from above, their wings outstretched as they sail through the air, and the waves make raucous noise as they crash against the rock, wearing down every fine point to something softer. A part of him longs to be worn down too, to pry that aching from his heart, the scars tarnishing his body, the callouses on his hands, dissolve them all in dark, salty waters with a gentle ebb and flow. He’s never thought himself to be one deserving of gentle things, but he greedily yearns for them anyhow.

He admires the sea shells that wash up on the sandy patches of the shoreline, some are pearlescent and untarnished, he dares not touch those. The ugly ones with splintering cracks remind him of himself, he’ll allow his hand to reach for those, toss them back into the hellish abyss where they belong. He doesn’t need a reminder of what he is, why he’s here. He wants to surround himself in pretty things that no one can dirty with their fingerprints, not even himself.

A torrential rain breaks up the monotony of his duty for a few days. He’s soaked to the bare bones running back and forth from the cabin to keep the light functioning, wiping away condensation from the glass that confines it and fiddling with the old machinery to stop the massive light from flickering. He holes himself up there, in that old tower for two long, sleepless nights. He imagines ghosts, ghosts of the people he’s killed without remorse dancing at the corner of his vision, taunting him endlessly from purgatory with their frantic dances and unnatural jolts. When he turns his head, their faces are gone, carried away by the ocean breeze that rattled the walls of the lighthouse, yet can not touch him.

He’s hardly able to keep himself upright when the rain finally stops. Addled from a lack of sleep and an ache from hunger, he slinks down the steps to the wet ground outside. There are no gulls fluttering about with their squeals and questions and begging, and for the first time since he’s come here, the water is calm. The sun beams down from a cerulean sky, not a single cloud fattened and gray with rain water in sight.

Only a bird.

König’s taken note of the wildlife since he’s come, all of the sea creatures that would swim about, the pelicans, petrels and gulls that would make their rounds. He’s never once seen a bird this big. It’s wings stretch wide, gracefully flutter to soar higher only to rear back, knees kicked up to its chest in its graceful descent. It doesn’t ground itself to beg him for a crumb of toast or shriek at him, it only perches atop the lighthouse, looking down at him as if exacting some strange, silent retribution.

The bird shifts in place for a moment as his eyes squint to get a better view of it. He’s mesmerized when he takes note of a very human face, soft nude flesh in place of feathers right down to the ankles that house plush, downy feathers and the coarse skin of scales leading down to brutal, curved talons. Her breasts heave and legs tense as she stretches her wings out to take flight. With a single leap she takes back to the air, twirls in it effortlessly as if she’s in the midst of the most elegant, seraphic dance to return to whichever whisper of heaven she descended from.

The most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

The salt and foam must play their tricks, because he’s no where near deluded enough to believe he’s seen an angel in a place like this, that one would think to visit him at all.

Still, he’s an awful bastard, because his cock twitches in demand from the sheer sight of her flying far, far away from him. He doesn’t allow himself to touch pretty things, but god he wants to touch you. He settles for returning to his cot and tugging down the zipper of his pants to rest his length in his hand, slow, deliberate strokes with his eyes closed, bringing himself to ruin from just a fleeting memory.

He chalks it up to sleep deprivation the next morning, a waking wet dream. Even before coming to this little island, it had been well over a year since he had been in the presence of a nude woman. Work quickly makes him forget, keeps his hands tied and his mind emptied of softer flesh and beautiful skies.

She comes back with the next storm, a shivering mess in the rain. A rough gale struck her down and he watched her spin out amongst thick, wet clouds, her form aglow with the backdrop of thunder. She falls to briny water, and without thought he’s left his cabin to dive right in after her, scooping the poor thing up to haul her back to the safety of a warm home, a roof above her head.

König wraps her in the only blanket that he has, feels her gaze on his back while he stokes a fire all for her as she sits and shivers, trying to gather her bearings. Human kindness is unexpected, unwarranted, really. She signals great storms, her talons cruel. He looks at her in awe when she nestles against his shoulder, her eyes locked to his, both faces warmed by the glow of crackling flames and comfort.

He tells her he isn’t worthy of an angel wasting her grace on him. She tells him that nothing sent barreling out of the sky like she had could be as pure as he believes.

#König #Konig #König x reader #Konig x reader #konig x you #könig x you #cod mw2 #so many concepts rattling around like coins in my tin-can brain that i will never fully flesh out

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