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writingsbychlo · 1 year

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Ngl a lil sad there was no eris for sinday Sunday 😕 but I still love you anyways 💙

you mean subby baby eris? who likes to act all high and mighty and dom but is actually just the brattiest brat? eris who’s knees literally gave out the first time his lover turned to him and said “keep that attitude up, eris, and I’ll make your ass as red as your hair.” that eris?

eris who once came hard after being tied up and blindfolded and having just his nipples played with? who whimpered and got hard straight away at the degradation that followed. “my, my, baby boy. what a mess you just made. I didn’t even get to play yet, and you’re already done, so fast, huh?” who likes his own overstimulation, who would beg her to ride him even though he just came, he’s so needy to please.

eris who once got fucked so good on his throne that he came babbling about how he gets the whole High Lady thing now as his whole body shook.

eris who likes having his hair pulled, hard. eris who likes it he’d forced to hold off his orgasm until he’s crying because it makes her smirk at pet his hair and tell him he’s good. eris who is so not ashamed to wait naked on his hands and knees, face down in the bedding for her to come home in hopes it’ll get him fucked. liking to be pegged is a family trait. also just loves having his ass eaten, he will scream and tear up the bedding when it happens.

the one who makes the prettiest little sounds as he gets pegged, the one who will ride his lovers cock while they languidly play with his, until he’s a dripping mess.

if he’s shown his cum after a blowjob, his head spins. if he’s then kissed and forced to swallow it himself, he’s literally gone for the rest of the night in a daze. I do mean he quite literally becomes the most desperate little thing. after that he really is just a toy, no sentience whatsoever. would happily bend over and hold his own ass open to be fucked to death after that he’s GONE. so it’s saved just for special occasions.

eris who lives to please, he’s a little whore for it. and loves to be told that, too.

“my pretty little whore.”

“do you think they all suspect their powerful future high lord loves to beg me for my pussy so much?”

“pretty little slut, huh, errie?

“good boy, such a good little whore.”

“you’re so desperate, it’s pathetic. lucky for you, you’re cute too.”

but he’s so desperate to please, to make his mate feel good too. that means waking them up with his head between their thighs. will happily stay there for hours too. has cum from having his face sat on and the praise he got. needy for touches, loves cockwarming. will work for hours to relieve the stress and tension of his mate if he needs to. he’s nothin but a toy and he loves it.

can top, can be a very rough and controlling top, when he’s a confrontation or needs to feel a little powerful, but even then he’s not really in control.

“oh, you can do better than that, eris!”

“fuck me like you mean it.”

“you said you wanted to fuck my mouth, so do it.”

“is that how a high lord fucks? what happened to all that rage? where’s that autumn fire?”

nail prints in his ass and scratch marks up his back. his hair being pulled back to leave bites on his neck even if he fucked them to the point of the bed breaking. choking him as he cums until his vision almost goes out.

if he’s doing the aftercare, he’s so tender with it. warm cloths and water and snacks and cuddling then to his chest. if he’s being cared for, which is the usual way around, he’s so needy. doesn’t want to be cleaned up, resists it every time no matter how many years pass together, he just wants all their love immediately.

“just leave me messy, I’m your whore and I like it, hold me.”

“no, baby. you were my whore, and you were so good. but now you’re my husband again, and the love of my life, and I’m going to take care do you. be patient.”

always concedes with blushing cheeks and a kiss.

cold clothes because his skin can get very feverish. red hand prints on his ass are still warm, and so even though he shivers through it, it’s always the better option. will chug a glass of water and eat a snack, and sometimes fall asleep before his mate even returns to bed. he tiredly reaches for them in his sleep, though.

outside of the bedroom, he’s in charge but only because of his status, and keeping his personal tastes secret. they never play with that outside of the bedroom circumstances (not inflicting the throne incident), but she’ll never power play him in regular everyday life is what I mean.

he’s just a soft baby who wants to be held and loved and spanked until he creams himself.

#that eris?#ps. i love you too

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cinquecolonnemagazine · 1 year

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Shake

Arriva la nuova serie che parla alle giovani generazioni: SHAKE (una produzione Lucky Red in collaborazione con Rai Fiction), 8 puntate da 25 minuti ciascuna, disponibile su RaiPlay a partire da venerdì 14 aprile 2023. Diretta da Giulia Gandini, scritta e creata da Gianluca Bernardini, Carolina Cavalli, Caterina Salvatori, SHAKE vanta un cast di giovani talenti: Jason Prempeh (The Slaughter - La mattanza, The Swarm), Giulia Fazzini (Marta & Eva), Giada Di Palma, Alessandro Cannavà (Nero a metà 2, Tutto può succedere 3), Greta Esposito (Mare Fuori, Mixed by Erry, Crazy for Football, Qui rido io, Il commissario Ricciardi, Mental, Magari), Damiano Gavino (Nuovo Olimpo, Un professore). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kkAI6spXBCo SHAKE è una serie basata sull’Otello di Shakespeare. Personaggi iconici come Otello, Desdemona, Iago sono trasformati in sedicenni e diciassettenni. Non è ambientata nella Venezia del XVII secolo, ma nella Roma di oggi. Per quanto il testo originario sia di altri tempi, i temi rimangono universali: gelosia, amore, tradimento. L’adolescenza non fa altro che rafforzarli, raccontando una storia di scoperta, formazione, crescita. La maggior parte della musica è elettronica soft, creata dalla composer Ginevra Nervi. Non mancano poi le tracce musicali di vari artisti moderni come Fred Again, Ditonellapiaga e Cmqmartina, giovanissima cantautrice che ha firmato la canzone originale della serie, Il silenzio. Read the full article

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abbaroleplays2 · 1 year

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Tsu Nami

Tsu is a young Nieve Water Genasi who is looking for adventure

(I made this character for a rp sadly it has been delayed until further notice)

Tsu Nami

Character Details

Faiths -Mainly Chauntea - (Lliira, Sune, Silvanus, Beory, Celestian, Ehlonna, Obad-hai.)

Physical Characteristics

Hair Style & Color - Dark Blue with half pulled up dreadlocks

Skin Color - Pale turquoise

Eye Color - Charcoal Black

Height -5'7

Weight (lbs) - 150

Age (Years) - 18

Gender - Female (She/Her)

Personal Characteristics

Personality Traits - I am just SO STOKED to be here! To experience things! All the things! The beauty, the pain, the sunny days and rain… wow, life is just incredible, isn’t it?! Ooooo, a butterfly! - I must have done an unknown favor for a god or something, because I’m weirdly lucky! Food always turns up when I’m hungry, storms usually clear when I need to travel, and I often find useful things and small coinage right when I need them.

Ideals - Charity. I always try to help those in need, no matter what the personal cost. (Good)

Bonds -The priestess who took me in as an orphan may have had a dark past, but I'd do anything to protect her

Flaws - My inherent faith makes me an easy pawn to manipulate, I am very Naïve

Notes

Allies - Guardian: Mary Dryden, Female Human. She stands about 5’10 and is constantly adorned with expensive silk clothing, often dyed in bright red and violet, and wears rings and necklaces with large, colorful gems. Her right hand appears badly burned and disfigured. She has wavy auburn hair. Her amber eyes dart from person to person to random spaces in the air, she is enamored with her job. She was born to a wealthy landowner in a frontier town, living a normal and happy childhood. Her first spouse was an Armorer, they had one son, but her spouse won total custody. Without her spouse to temper her she grew out of control longing to mother a child

Enemies - Past Lover: Erris Calligraphy-Tiefling (Warlock Fighter) - Erris and Tsu dated for 3 years being her first love she was head over heals in love with him until she found out the only reason he dated her was so he could sacrifice her “Innocents” to his Patron (Erris is a lean, 6’3, Red Tiefling with long black hair half flowing down his back and the other half in a bun on his head, his horns resemble that of an Antelope, and has a bit of an under bite. Erris only makes friends or in Tsu’s case lovers to take advantage of them in one way or another, he often goes after more Nieve girl reaching adulthood that he can swoon with ease to make an offering to his patron) - {Tsu still keeps all his “Love Letters” as she can’t bring herself to completely remove him from her life}

Backstory - Tsu was raised in the temple of Chauntea, Tau is the result of a Marid and a Human woman making a deal, though when Tsu was born her mother left her at the temple. While she was growing up, she saw spirits all around- entities no one else could perceive she took up painting to try and capture the beauty of the spirits. Tsu sought out the druids of the temple to help you understand the visions and communicate with these beings.

Other -Tsu is a very Naive person growing up in a very sheltered environment and tries to see the best in everyone until proven not to, she is a hopeless romantic that sees love everywhere she goes always going on about “the one” she lives in her own bubble most of the time oblivious to the bad in the world -Tsu doesn’t understand people who are not religious in anyway as she doesn’t know how these people get through hard periods in their life without knowing a higher power is looking out for them -Tsu is a Morning person as she likes to start her day off by watching the sun rise listening to all the birds sing their happy song -The first thing Tsu notices about a person is if they have any religious symptoms as she likes to think you can know a lot about a person based off the god the worship -Tsu is always giving second chances…3ed chances….5th chances. All Tsu wants to see is the best of people so if they say they’ve changed she believes them -Tsu’s biggest pet Peeve is when people show excessive PDA, even though Tsu is a hopeless romantic she always feels awkward and uncomfortable when people are all over each other in public -Tsu Believe everyone has a destiny she hasn’t found Her’s yet, but it is looking forward to finding it -Tsu is very superstitious some things you can find her doing • Never steps on cracks • Always crossing her finger • Knocking on Wood • Carrying and buying Lucky items • Searching for 4 leaf clovers • Throwing Salt over her shoulder while cooking -Tsu’s biggest goal in life is to find a family she actually feels welcomed in and fits in -It took Tsu along time to Learn common and only really because fluent was when she was around 15, the odd thing is everyone she’s ever know speaks almost exclusively common while she was speaking primordial even everyone remembers her mother speaking common so where she even learned the dialect is unknown -Funnily enough Tsu is Terrified of Storms, Thunder, and lightning it’s all too loud and over stimulating for her

#dndoc #TsuNami

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traveling-madness · 6 years

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for the record, i think you're great :3c

u3u

#non-movie bables #erry day i thank jesus we're lucky enough to be on the same page #medlie

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years

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“A Broken Promise.” Mikasa x Reader Fan fiction.

||| Chapt. 3: That promised light, the string called hope.

Oᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛs. ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ :D

The loud noise of the aircraft continued as it soared through the air.

Everyone reminded quiet as tears choked up in your eyes. Commander Hanji had always been like a mother to you. It didn’t help already that the whole survey corps basically raised you as a kid. Erwin, Levi, and Hanji were basically your parents for years. And seeing them all die like flies made you sick.

After all, that’s how this all started..

“Hey! Look! The scouts are coming back!” The brown haired boy pointed towards the entrench of the Gate. Sounds of the large bell that was played everytime the soilders would come home after a long mission outside the walls. “Come on you guys! We gotta go see!” Eren grabbed Mikasa and Armins hand as he ran down the hill like a wild animal, excited.

Happy to finally see everyone home you gave Erwin a hug and attempted one to Levi but was quickly denied. You looked closer at the commanders face, seeing the sadness in his eyes, “Errie,” you said, calling him by your child hood nickname. The man snapped back into reality looking at you, “ah, y/n.. how were you when I was gone?” He asked, trying to brighten the mood.

“I was good, Me and Hanji and Moblit played chess and-“

“Look! That commander Erwin! He’s the commander of the scouts!” You were quickly cut off at the sound of a young boy, about your age and 2 other kids, one blonde, one with black hair being dragged around by their friend. “Eren thats disrespect they were talking,” The Raven haired girl said, looking at me.

“Oh! Sorry!” Eren apologized.

Erwin gave a small chuckle at the sight, “It’s quite alright I’m used to it,”

“I can’t wait till one day I’m a scout,” the boy named Eren said, excited.

“Hm.. well I’m sure you’d make an amazing one in a few years future cadet,” The man with bushy eyebrows saluted with a smile.

“One with the brats huh Erwin? You ought to already be one of them,” Levi scowled, sipping from his tea cup. “Oh Levi hush, it’s not like you ever spend some time around kids,” he argued, “maybe if you would you’d be a bit more happier,”

“Ugh, I don’t need happiness this is a war for gods sake, I need contentment, and I’m contented with not being a baby sitter”

“I’ll be right back y/n, give me a moment,” Erwin said, standing up. “Oh okay..” you said, awkwardly. “Wait so you know the commander?” The brown haired kid said, “uhh, well yeah actually^^” you replied, “ I live with them,”

“Huh!?” He said shocked, “how!? You’re so lucky!”

“Well, actually I don’t have any parents, I was found in a cabin near the woods in wall rose, I’m not even sure what my mom looked like,”

“Eren!” The Raven haired girl snapped at him, “don’t ask about something that personal, you don’t know if they’re sensitive to it or not,”

“Oh no it’s fine really!” You laughed it off, “I just think that it’s cool living with the scouts! God you’re so lucky! What’s your name?” He asked.

“It’s y/n right?” The blonde kid came out from behind The other too, peeking over their shoulders like a scared dog. “Oh, yeah! What about you guys?” You said back, “I’m eren, and this is Mikasa and Armin,” Eren said with a smile, “I kick armins bullies ass 24/7 so I’m sure as hell gonna be an awesome scout when I’m older,” Flattering himself.

“You’re Mikasa?” I said to the Raven haired girl, “yes,” “You have such a unique name, it’s pretty,” you said with a soft smile. “Thank you,” she said, latching onto Eren. “Anyways we need to go get firewood,” Mikasa explained, “Your mom will have a fit if we aren’t home in 10 minutes,”

“Ughh whatever,” he growled, crossing his arms

“Hey,” The boy said, “hm?” “You wanna start hanging out with us?! I mean like we’re hella cool and what not and we kick ass,” confidence in his tounge. “Plus I’m sure Mikasa would enjoy having another girl on the team,” he explained.

“Oh, okay! That sounds like fun,” you said back.

“Why don’t we all meet on that tree upon the hill?” Armin told as you nodded with a smile. “Alright catch cha later y/n!”

As they walked away, you swore you felt something in your chest, like a bang went off in your heart. There was something about the Mikasa girl that you liked. Not sure what it was thought..

“Captain,” I said, looking up and wiping my tears away, “What do we do when we get there..?” Levi looked up at you, annoyance in his gaze. “We kill the bitch, that’s what we do,” Captain said. “Are we- actually gonna kill Eren?” You bursted out, hesitance in your voice. The feeling of guilt rise up in your stomach.

Everyone was silent. Jean and Connie shared a small saddened glance with each other before sighing. “Yes y/n, we are,” Captain said.

“that’s impossible,” you admitted, your breath becoming as shaky as your hands.

“You say that again and I’ll show you how everything’s possible by ripping off your shit for nothing face.” Levi stated. Feeling your captains gaze on you as you saw the island starting to get closer and closer, examining the size of the founder made your spine shiver. Guilt dripped down on you like rain as you turned to Levi, “We cant kill him,” You said.

“Listen brat, he’s just another comrade who has to die by our hands, you know how many sacrifices Commander Erwin had to make?”

You felt your heart get heavier with every word Levi said, anger boiling up in your stomach as it felt like you were going to explode. “J-just.. another comrade?” You looked up at him, confused and disgusted.

“What are we to you Levi!? Are we soilders or canon fire!?”

“The hell you just say?”

“You heard me!? What the hell Levi!” Stomping your foot as he made his way over to you.

“Aye Y/n knock it off,” Connie called out to you. “Yeah, geez you’re so emotional lately,”

“Number one, Connie shut the fuck up, number two, Jean suck my dick, Of course you’d think Eren’s just another comrade because all you did was fight and argue with him over the pettiest shit!”

“Eren’s my fucking friend, and He’s yours aswell connie, and the way you spoke like he was never anything is degrading Levi!” “Like I give a shit, the brats in a whole another country killing thousands of millions of people, he was always a problem,”

“Shut the fuck up!” You yelled at Levi

“Excuse me?” He looked shocked at your reaction. “Don’t ever disrespect me like that again, your lucky your ass doesn’t get kicked off this plane,”

“Oh really? Then fucking do it bitch,” you mocked in his face. “What? Afraid of getting dirty? Fuck you! If you have the energy to call Eren like he never existed you have the energy to fucking throw me off This plane!”

“Watch your tone before I make you, brat.”

“FUCK YOU! I DARE YOU TO HIT ME YOU FUCKING MIDGET!” “Y/n stop!” Connie said, “you’re making matters worse, it’s bad enough we just lost our commander, stop with the shit show!”

“WHAT PART OF STOP DO YOU NOT GET?” Levi yelled in your face, “Next word you speak ill shove my fist down your throat,”

“Wow, fucking physco! LEVI YOUVE ALWAYS BEEN SUCH A HUGE DICK!”

“ENOUGH!” and with a swift movement of his hand, you braced yourself for his punch, holding your hands infront of your face, only for nothing to happen.

And right before an arm swung in your direction, another one caught it. “That’s not necessary captian,” Your Ex Girlfriends voice said, letting go of his hand. “I apologize for y/n’s behavior, and assure you it won’t happen again,” the woman stood in between you two.

All you could do is look at her in awe and confusion, not sure how to respond or what to do. “Tch,” the Captain tsked in annoyance, sitting down. “You’re lucky I didn’t beat the shit out of you right here and now,” he said.

“Hope you get your shit rocked out there Mr Captain,” you said gritting your teeth as Your ex pulled you by the arm to sit down. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you pushed her off you as you sat down.

“Onyakopyan! I think we should jump now!” Armin said, worryingly.

“No not just yet!” The man said, steering the wheel of the flying boat, “we have to get just above the founding! Then we can jump!” He yelled over the loud turbulence.

“But we’re running out of gas!”

“Just hold on!” Onyakopyan said, “are you guys ready!? Get near the door!” You all got up and went towards the door, grabbing our blades and Gear. The door opened to reveal the wide sky that was once above our heads. You looked to the side of me to see armin who gave me a reassuring look. “Ready? For death?” Connie joked, with a small chuckle, while trying to brighten the mood. “No,” You replied, “ready to life,” you said, looking at the sky.

“You guys,” you said softly as you felt Mikasa and Armins gaze on you,

“We’re going to save Eren,”

Hey! Hopefully you liked this chapter! Sorry it took me a little over a month since I’m having writers block RNN aaaaa. But ty for supporting this fanfiction! I enjoy writing it! Tell me what other stuff you’d like to see in my inbox! Also, next part is the finale :D so yeah! Ily guys! Take care!

➪ Kachiniko ||♡︎ My Blog ♥︎ || ☾What I write ☽ 07/19/21

Chapt. 1 “Come back to me”

Chapt. 2 “the conclusion”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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rose-coloured-prince · 2 years

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Erri appreciation post!

You're an amazing artist and writer and I'm lucky to call you my friend!

Reblog her art! Reblog his writing! Xe deserve it people!

🧡💙💛💜❤💚🧡💙💛💜❤💚🧡💙💛💜❤💚

Awwww!!! Thank you so much jamie ilysm 💛💛💛

#errigetsasks

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lindzem · 3 years

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A DIFFERENT BREED OF BAD

Jack yelped, nearly dropping the loaf of bread he had snatched from the shiny silver counter.

J: H-Hey-! Let me go!

The waiter grappled, managing to grab a fistful of Jack's greasy white hair.

Waiter: You vile urchen-! I'll call the cops for this thievery!

The desperate teen dropped the food, trying to wrestle away from the other man. The waiter tried to yank Jack through the far side of the luxurious restaurant dining room. The closer they got to the door, the wilder Jack struggled. Jail would be the grisly death of him, or any other young unfortunate soul in a city as crime hardened as Moonflaire.

J: D-Don't you dare-! Or else-! Or...

Jack stamped on his foot hard, enough to luckily force him to release his grip. The boy's eyes then rushed around the staring diners with a deep inner panic. Until he saw that one in the far back booth...

He had to try.

Jack pointed to the man, half covered in a shadowy aura from their being no actual light over his own booth. He sprinted over there and just managed to approach the table just as the waiter lunged and grabbed his raggedy blue leather vest.

Waiter: That's ENOUGH you little--

J: Or else you'll have to answer to my Dad!

The declaration was enough to make both the waiter freeze in his tracks and the man eating his dinner stop to slowly look up at them. It was then that Jack saw his piercing golden eyes boring into him. But right now his own inner panic overrode it.

J: R-Right, Father?!

The waiter scoffed, trying to pull Jack away, but his eyes spoke only of fear.

Waiter: M-My deepest apologies for the disturbance, your highness-! I will have this disgusting brat removed IMMEDIATELY-!

That was when the shadowed man put down his coffee. He spoke calmly, almost erriely.

?: No. Are you deaf? That's my son. Unhand him.

The waiter let go of Jack as if he was the plague. He backed away a few steps and bowed.

Waiter: Er...o-of course, sir!

?: Bring him a club sandwhich and glass of cola. On my tab.

Waiter: Right away, sir.

Jack watched in half astonishment as the waiter rushed off like he'd seen a ghost back into the kitchen. Jack stood there, shocked at what had just happened. He slowly turned to look at the man in the booth. The man smiled up at him, motioning to the other end of the booth. He had sharp teeth and pale skin, almost to a grey tint.

?: Please, sit down, son.

Jack was beginning to be offput by the ease to which this man was accepting Jack's brazen lie. Nonetheless, he was exhausted and the scent of such decadent food was driving him crazy. He slowly sat down in the booth. The man casually began to sip his coffee again as the waiter brought over the food and drink. He left again without a glance or a word. Jack paused and looked down at the food. He could nearly feel himself starting to drool. He glanced back up at the golden eyes man again, as if asking if this was some sort of joke. The man picked up his newspaper and began to read.

?: Go on, you look hungry. Eat.

Jack didn't need to be told twice, he grabbed the sandwhich and chowed down hard. Not a scrap of the food or drop of drink was left and he savored every single bite. If this was gonna be one of his last meals, he was gonna enjoy it. Leaning back against the booth he closed his eyes, finally feeling full for once. He was jolted back to reality by the man across the booth speaking again.

?: Was it to your liking?

Jack tensed, sitting straighter.

J: Uhm...yeah, thanks. You didn't have to--

He was interrupted by the man. Jack saw his luxurious black suit with golden stitched embroidery. A few golden bracelets, rings, and a necklace with various colored gemstones in it. Jack was beginning to regret his hasty choice in lie.

Before he could think more on it the man stood up and put on his hat.

?: Come along, son. I have business to attend to.

Jack tried to speak up, lessen the joke.

J: Thanks, but I gotta get going--

The man paused, just as he was passing Jack's side.

?: It's by my side or straight to jail. Your choice.

Jack hesitated for a split second, but then hurriedly followed the man.

J: Yes, sir. Father...

Jack stuck close to the man's side. He didnt see the man smirk as they walked outside and to a ritzy black car. The driver, a tall lanky man with greyish blue hair in a blue suit opens the door for the black suited man. The black suited man motions for Jack to get in the car. Jack swallows nervously, but gets inside. This was far comfier than the tram cars for sure and smelled like the vanilla cakes he always eyes at the bakery window. The black suited man gets in next to Jack as the driver closes the door. They begin leaving and Jack eyes the man several times.

J: So er...Dad--

P: Pitch. Pitch Black. You will address me properly, boy. Especially after I played along with your ballsy little game back there. You know, it takes either a true man or a true imbecile to pretend he is the Nightmare King's son like that.

Jack's blood froze in his veins. He was in the King's car, the criminal King of Moonflaire city himself.

J: I--

P: Now, you are in my debt, boy. That much is clear. I just need to decide what to do with you. You are very lucky I was in a good mood today.

Jack looked out of the window, up into the glossy bright full moon as it began to snow. He had no idea what he had gotten himself into.

#blackicerotg #rotg #riseoftheguardians #pitchblack #jackfrost #blackice #mafia au #guardians of childhood #rise of the guardians #pitch black

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pearlplusau · 3 years

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Pearlplusau Chapter 7 - The newest member Part 1 - Found

At the Prime kindergarten in Facet 5-

Before the emergence of gems, there were these Injectors, machines used to insert gem stones along with certain diamond essences and incubated within soil for their nutrition and minerals. Before the gem war, earth gems among the few earth kindergartens, gained their needed resources and energy in creating their individual new quartz gem. The form, the mentality and physicality were being considered during the incubation process. However, the inserted position of a certain gem, faced certain difficulties in emerging along her fellow sisters. That said, the wall of Earth, held the gem tighter, reluctant to let it go, which led this gem to have a much longer incubation period than the usual quartz.

It has been more than a hundred years, the dark and empty kindergarten was still very much deserted, no humans, no gems, no plants, no life in sight, not even a weed.

The empty holes on the walls, shaped and sized of a larger humanoid figure, remains very much intact. All of them were in neat positions, arranged in dozens of lines per wall, with the lowest lines being at least 2 meters away from the ground.

These holes were not always empty, they were the homes of many individuals, hundreds of gems just from one wall.

It was during the start of the colonization period where the newly inserted gems were finally starting to emerge, one minute it was an empty corner of the earth, the next minute, soldiers were popping out of the walls and bustling to their duties.

One by one the quartzes emerged, leaping into the air and floating down like it’s no big deal. “Yep, one second old and imma ready to jump! GERONIMO!” And one by one the gems landed and waited for their fellow comrades before they report to the station.

A batch of amethyst soldiers with various hair styles were standing around their landing area, waiting for the rest to emerge before they move on. Another gem came and greeted the group, “Heyyy fellow quartzes, what are we all up to?”

An amethyst with some spunky hair and a mega thick bang replied, “There’s two more from our unit that haven’t emerged yet, so we’re gonna wait for’em.”

Shhiinngggg-POOF!

Just as the quartz finished her response, the wall they were facing trembled and a pink-ish white glow came to life. The glow immediately dimmed as fast as it was lit, and another amethyst emerged from the section of the wall. She landed on her knees and grunted, “Ughhhh…”

The pink gem approached the newly emerged amethyst, her tone was astonishment and amazed, “Wow! Look at you! *Giggled* Welcome to Earth!”

The amethyst responded to the kind words with, “That is the first, and nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Another purple gem rushed from the reporting area and demanded, “What’s going on here? Our orders were to move out as soon as you emerged!” She sounded like one of them, deep, rashly voice, but it also involved a higher authority in command.

One of the gems in the crowd protested, “Butttt 8XM hasn’t emerged yet!”

“She can catch up to us later! GOGOGO!”

All the purple quartzes rushed to the reporting area, hoping the last quartz would emerge soon and join their sisterhood. But alas, as centuries went by, the unit was never reunited with their last sister, they assumed she was ordered to complete other tasks like certain gems. The assumption turned out to be true, but not the way the quartzes were expecting.

After the war and the retreat of the homeworld gems, the kindergarten were abandoned and deserted as empty husk of walls with hundreds and thousands of holes neatly dotted around. Above the walls, it was all grey, with no creatures surviving the area, nor any plant life sprouted at the lowest point of the husk. That is, until the last gem finally emerged from her long incubation.

Shhiinngggg-POOF!

There was a ruckus coming from the end of the wall. The point of emergence of the small gem was completely distant, isolated, and separated from the other quartze holes above, as if the gem was ostracized from the unit in general.

As the gem tumbled out of the hole, she observed her surroundings, but all she saw was emptiness. This was a place filled with other gems, laughter, sisterhood. But to her, it was a barren of nothingness.

The little purple gem slowly got to her knees and crawled towards the nearest rock for a better view of the valley. She slowly stood her ground, steadied herself, and tried to look as far away as possible, hoping for any signs of life.

But still…

Nothing…

Only the sounds of a distinct little voice, whispering across the valley, it sounded sad, and empty.

“I came out late, and alone. Nobody but my own.”

The gem stood, hoping for someone, anyone, that can guide her away to a place full of friends, joy, and laughter.

Or even other gems…

Anything would be better than this…

The fog was pretty dense at this time of the year. The walls were still towering, blocking any form of sunlight into the kindergarten. Several hundreds of Injectors were still in their positions, some were not as lucky. Overtime, the grips of the injectors claws became rusty and loose, most of them were still where they were left, but some lost their grips and fell into the empty chasm Amethyst called Home.

The gem was climbing on to a boulder sized rock, and as she stood on top, she decided to claim it as her climbing rock as it’s the tallest rock among the rest!

The other rocks still have their own quirks, the closest rock was her sitting rock, which is the perfect rock shape and size for her to be sitting. The other rock however, did not feel right, so the little gem gave it a good kick!

Crack!!

There! Now its two rocks made from one! She let out a satisfying note, and went back to her hole.

Amethsyt was imagining what else in her home needs revamping, until she heard something, something completely different from the sound of rolling stones and dusty air.

Shes never heard anything like that before, it was always just errie echo, but she got used to that, and now, the new sound scares her.

She decided to investigate, she cautiously got out of her hole, tiptoed closer to the sound and hid behind a rock.

When the small gem took a quick peak, she saw a giant pink figure in a white dress and fluffy curls, slowing wandering around the area, kicking the pebbles everywhere, looking rather, depressed, and frustrated.

She heard her mumbling, smth about earth? And life? Amethyst never heard any of the sounds coming from her mouth, but from the looks in her eyes, the pink gem was furious at the giant machines.

Her slow-paced dragging transitioned into angry stomps, in no time, she was standing in front of a broken down injector.

The machine, covered in centuries worth of dust, stood at least 15 times bigger than the pink figure, but it looked no more threatening than the gem itself.

Amethyst tried to observe with all the rocks blocking the target, after merely just one step out of her hiding place, the pink figure turned to a scowl at the giant machine.

Her face lit up as the gem readied her stance, half a second later, she was floating above the giant injector machine. The pink gem cracked her knuckles with a satisfying “Crack” and held her fists tight.

She rocketed down into the machine, slamming herself through its interior, and obviously not hold back, but not using her full strength either.

With a blink of an eye, amethyst went from looking at a standing injector machine, to the machine split in half, to which one half was falling towards her hiding place.

It took her a while to digest, but she was able to quickly react to the danger in front of her before it was too late.

Eeeeep!

Amethyst ran, and just before the remaining of the machine could hit the ground, the gem plopped into her own hole, immediately feeling safe as the smell and space soothed her.

But it wasn’t soothing for long.

Just as the machine fell and crashed, all the dust and sand around got blown away from its impact, and a lot of the dust got into Amethysts hole, making her nose really, really, really itchy.

“A……aahchoo!”

Amethyst immediately covered herself after that sneeze, but alas, the sound of a kitten sneeze went out to the world, especially to anyone nearby.

As the sound of rubble went out, the pink figure spoke, “Hello?”, sounding very surprised and very close. “Is someone there?”

Amethyst continued covering herself, hoping with enough pressure on her face, she would be unseen and unnoticed.

As the dust cleared out, it became clear that the figure was slowly walking towards her direction.

As the footsteps gets louder and louder, Amethyst backed up the wall as far as she could, even hugging the wall didn’t seem to do her any favors. That thing crushed those giant machines! Amethyst herself tried to move the machine for her new spots, but the thing never budged an inch!

The voice outside continued, “Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you or anything! Please come out, I just want to help you if you got hurt!”

For some reason, the more she spoke, the more amethyst became at ease. The purple gem didn’t understand, but the voice somehow soothed her, but it’s also making her do something she doesn’t want to. The last thing she would wanna do is to walk out of her hiding place, but her body moved before her thoughts became clear, as if it was following an instinct from that voice.

The small gem crept out from her hole, but she kept herself in the shadow, just in case the voice was dangerous.

The smoke cleared up, and the figure became clear. It was a very tall, very big, figure in a white dress, and giant fluffy pink curls reaching to the back of her knees. As much darkness there was in the kindergarten, the pink figure looked like she moved with caution, but she was glowing with energy, stepping on each foot with such grace, moving with such kindness, almost making amethyst stick her head out for a better view.

The figure spotted the little gem, yet still she moved with the gentle pace, not making too much noise or else it could scare her away.

“Why hello there.” Rose gently greeted as she approached the gem and her hiding place.

“Hello there.” The small purple gem echoed, standing up and trying to mimic Rose’s actions.

At this point, Rose was…surprised to say the least.

“This is a bit…unexpected.” Rose scratched her hair, “But it’s also not impossible since this place wasn’t visited since the first time I came here. Oh, sorry, I’m rambling, my name is Rose Quartz.” She extended her arm to the small gem for a handshake, “What’s your name?”

The purple gem wasn’t sure what to do with the extended arm, she stared at the arm, and glanced at her own hands. Seemingly putting the pieces together, the purple gem slowly extended her own arm.

But when Rose tried to grasp on the hand for a good introductory shake, that took Amethyst by surprise.

“Eeeeep!” She squeaked while retracting her arm back.

The pink gem tilted her head at the reaction, trying to make sense of the squeaking, little to no vocal response and the horrified handshake.

“Maybe she’s…not fully developed?” She thought to herself while retracting her hand as well.

Rose decided maybe sitting down would allow her to understand from the small gem’s point of view.

Just as Rose kneeled down and folded the back of her dress for a better sitting position, the purple gem followed her every move even though she was very much not in a long dress, just a lot more clumsiness in her sitting position.

When Rose was finally settled in her seating position, she found the small gem sitting down, which was not something she was expecting.

Rose wanted to try some other actions to see if they’re just coincidences or if the gem was intentionally attempting to mimic her every move.

An arm was raised above the head, a smaller arm was raised above the head. The arm slowly pat the top of her own head, same did the small one’s arm. The other arm reached out and gently tapped to her own nose, and the nose of the small gem was touched by her own fingertips. It was as if Rose was facing a mirror, and the purple gem in that “reflection” was following every move.

However, as the movements got more and more complicated for the small gem to follow, she inevitably got confused and tumbled down, making adorable giggling sounds of fun and laughter!

Upon hearing the infectious laughter, Rose was unable to control herself and joined in the laughter, especially since the laughter was echoing all over the empty kindergarten.

After the laughter finally settled down for both of them, the small gem sat right back up and made a huge grin! Possibly telling the giant pink gem that she was finally feeling something she likely hasn’t felt before.

Since the small gem didn’t speak, Rose made a small interpretation that the small gem didn’t know how to talk or possibly even her own name! But judging from her gem colour, shade and cut, she could tell that the purple gem was an Amethyst, similar to all those amethyst soldiers popping all over the place all those centuries ago.

Rose returned the smile and tried again with the names. She pointed to her naval, showing the pink gem while introducing herself once more. “So I’m Rose Quartz, you can just call me Rose.”

The purple gem struggled but was able to slowly repeated her name. “R-rose?”

“Yes! That’s right! And you’re an amethyst! Would you like to be called with that name? Amethyst?”

The small figure pointed to the gem on her chest, “A-amitist?”

“Yeap, you’re getting it!”

The small gem giggled, “Hehehe-Ametist! Ametyst! Amethyst!” and tumbled around the dirt, making her rock hair collection more and more exquisite!

To Amethyst, the movements, the names, the giant lady in front of her, these were something completely new. Still, something about this gem feels soooo familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

However, even with the sudden appearance and brutal power towards the weird looking machines, she felt safe within her presence. All her gem life, she’s been alone, but never in danger, but also never had the warmth of safety like the feeling she had right now!

The small gem made a brief decision to trust this giant pink gem.

The small gem used her hand to grasp one of Rose’s finger, trying to pull her and show her something nearby.

“Ohhh! Do you have something to show me Amethyst?” Rose kidded with the slight tone of curiosity.

The purple gem led Rose to-

An assorted rock collection.

Amethyst guided Rose to the first rock, it was at the height of the purple gem’s neck, which was almost up to Rose’s knees.

The small gem slowly climbed up the rock, and sat on the said rock.

It took Rose sometime to see it, but she made a pretty accurate guess of what she’s doing. “Oh! Is this your…Sitting rock? The rock where you take a seat?”

Amethyst scooted to the side and pat the little space she made, signifying Rose to join her.

Rose considered the kind offer, but she gently rejected her generosity of sharing the sitting rock. “Oh! Thank you Amethyst! But I don’t think the rock is the right size for me. And I’m very certain that the rock won’t be a good seat for the both of us!”

Amethyst was trying to see the issue of her kind offer, but she didn’t mind the rejection, shrugged off and moved on to the next rock.

The next rock was a lot bigger than the previous one, it was the size of a boulder to be exact.

Amethyst stood at the base of the big rock and immediately climbed up the said rock. As she sat at the top, she became face level with Rose, being able to see more than her long dress.

“Soooo, no wait let me guess! This is yourrrr climbing rock? The rock that you use to climb and see things from far, far away?”

“Far, far away!!” Amethyst echoed while jumping up and down on the rock.

The purple gem leaped down the rock and tried to show Rose more of her rock collection, or even her current family! Where she’s developed relationships with each and every one of these inanimate objects, showcasing just how long she’s been on her own.

Rose became more and more fascinated by the little gem, seeing how different she became without being brainwashed and used as another soldier for war.

But if she wants to ensure her freedom from the horrible shackles of Homeworld, she might need to take some, unfair but necessary precautions.

Just as Amethyst was showcasing her last rock, Rose decided to show HER something. “That was super fun getting to know your rock family! You know, I got something I would like to show too! Would you like to see it!?”

She gave out her hand, waiting for Amethyst to gently put down her rock.

After the first interaction with the hand, she was more comfortable and gripped onto her hand almost immediately! Before they took off, Rose had to stay low in order for her to walk with Amethyst holding her hand.

As they travelled throughout the kindergarten, Rose realized that Amethyst was moving with a lot more cautious within the other sections of the kindergarten, indirectly telling Rose that she’s never been away from her hole or her rock family for a long time.

Either Amethyst didn’t want to lose her way to where shes the most familiar at, or she never step a foot out of her usual area at all.

But the assumptions and theories made Rose even more determined to lead her for a better place, a better environment for her to be a new era of crystal gems.

At last, they made it. Rose led Amethyst to a warp pad, it was the white coloured shiny pedestal on one of the higher grounds, something amethyst herself could never figure out. Not because she doesn’t know how to warp, but because she didn’t know there were other places than the kindergarten.

Amethyst slowly approached the shiny looking warp pad, she concentrated on the edge of the pad, looking very hard to break.

She looked up to Rose on the warp pad, who was giving her encouraging smiles. The purple gem wasn’t sure, but again, something about this giant, fluffy pink gem seemed familiar, as if she was where she belonged.

She slowly joined Rose on the warp pad, still unsure what it’s purpose is for.

Rose started to explain, “Soo, this is a warp pad, we gems use it to travel around the world. The earth might actually feel small once you get used to it but walking for days just to get somewhere is a bit…boring.” Sounding rather embarrassed from a certain incident, Rose proceeded, “The point is, we can use this to travel anywhere on earth with ease. Come on, let me show you our little hideout.”

Amethyst wasn’t sure at first, she echoed and questioned, “our little hideout?” emphasizing on the word.

“Why yes!” Rose responded, “You see, I’m in this group called The Crystal Gems, and I would like to take you in as a new member! Wouldn’t that be so much fun! You’ll meet other gems and make friends instead of staying all alone in this boring, dense, and meaningless place?”

Rose sounded very eager to leave and go literally anywhere than stay one more second of the kindergarten.

But amethyst took note on the last thing she said, “Meaningless place?”

“Hm?” Rose realized what she just said but dismissed it poorly. “Oh that? Don’t mind that, I just meant this *arm spread*, is not a place for a cute little gem like you! Let’s go, shall we?”

Rose concentrated on the next where to go, and as she did, the warp pad glowed with Amethyst doing a quick glance, fascinated by the aura and the moonlight glow. As the warp pad glow brighter and brighter, the magic set its course and made a really loud “Shhiiinnggg~” sound, very much surprising the new gem who was now currently floating, travelling with the giant pink lady into anywhere but the place she called home.

Word count goal for part 1 – 3000 words, achieved. Total words: 3504.

heyyoo, you've reached the end of Part 1, Found, and yes it IS named after the song in the movie! That's what imma going for, naming each parter after a steven universe song (preferrable something fitting). I think it fits pretty well since we're going through Amethyst's backstory, her origin and how she was first found by Rose (As mentioned in the episode "On the run"). We got to how she lived on her own for a while, her first interactions, and echoes/repeats (which were highlighted from the movie). Really love that i got the chance to show you guys my own take on Amethyst's origin! It was pretty fun from the writing perspective!

Again, in case anyone was in awe of the artworks, these pieces are traced from certain episodes of the show, which will be announced as its own post later on.

If you enjoyed reading this chapter, consider giving it a like or even a reblog! If the amount of notes of this post exceeds a certain number, like idk, 50? Then i would consider posting the second part of the chapter earlier than scheduled! Anyways, and as always, thanks for reading and reaching to the end, really appreciate you guys for reading the whole thing, and see you guys maybe in two weeks.

Or sooner?

or in two weeks lol

#steven universe #amethystorigin #rosequartz #amethyst #kindergarten #ontherun

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dastardlydandelion · 3 years

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made-up fic title: "adipisci somnium" since I know you favor latin titles

ooh gosh, okay, a few ideas popped into my head bc apparently i'm incapable of having just one. this is good title!! much possibility!!

1) extra niche with a side of niche! the not-fic kidfic 'verse. focused on susan's healing after incarceration and acclimating to freedom on the outside. *true* freedom now that abuser is dead and not calling the shots like he was even before she got locked up. features her journey of getting good at goat herding. happily and proudly introducing the fam to some of the goats. maybe bringing a kid (baby goat) home for hand-rearing if it's runty and getting pushed around by the other goats.

2) return to eep crack planet! also extra niche with a side of niche! tory gets out on parole. max picks her up bc...there's literally no one else to pick tory up. she has no one. but she's freeee! max lets her crash at her place bc nobody means nowhere to go but it's with the caveat of, 'u gotta do smth, u can't just eat all my food n sleep n do nothin,' and tory's not rly the type to idle anyway, so right away she's all, 'no way, i'm gonna open a new cobra kai dojo. >:D' '...um, okay. not in my apartment ur not.'

and as far as the near future goes, that's obvi not even in the realm of possibility for someone with a record, without a penny to her name, plus yrs incarcerated with no formal instruction have meant she's plateaued as far as advancing in karate specifically (albeit she's defo picked up some practical hands-on experience both using and avoiding shivs n shanks, and participating in gang-up beatdowns) sooo that defo doesn't happen right away. tory's been stifled so long she's tryna to do too much too soon and her goals are a lil *too* big bc freedom *feels* so big. but yk, smth to work toward, motivation is good.

3) billy gets into demolition derby driving. to my admittedly scant understanding of it, u usually don't make much money in that. it's more of a passion than a source of income. BUT billy is one of the lucky ones who actually like, wins consistently. fattens up his pockets at least a lil bit! he just goes full throttle erry time, fuckin lead foot, never holds back in the least. plus he's a ham, okay, crowd loves him bc he always goes the extra mile to put on a show and ig these days, there's cash prizes for just up and driving like a maniac. max always helps spray paint his cars!

bc it's a demolition derby, max always spray paints demogorgons on the cars and thinks it's punny. billy isn't as amused rly, but lets her do it anyway bc he thinks having ferocious toothy monsters on his cars makes 'em look badass.

#ask game #ask meme #susan hargrove #max mayfield #billy hargrove #dare i tag tory #i dare not ck fandom hates her too much #lucdarling #thanks for playing!

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raulf-o · 3 years

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Hafhorn - A Forger Elf

Wake up, boy! It’s 4 AM, time for work. My head thumping with a headache as he keeps shouting. I shouldn’t have stayed up and read all night about tales of magic and miracles. And then you wonder why I’d want to leave this hell. He starts laughing. This is heaven, my boy. You wake up erry mornin’ to work and that’s how it always been for us elves. Be it dark, blood, fairy or human elf, we all work wherever we are. That’s how they respect us. We are immortal beings that can do more than anyone. Unlike dwarves that sit on the top of their mountains smoking pipe and making laws, we have to do what is needed for this world to be the way it is. I sigh as his morning routine as he likes to remind me of our ways for forever. All I hear is that you don’t know better, which makes this hell. As I put my pants on he comes grabs me by the silk shirt and pull me to his eye level. We live forever. We’re old as the dirt we step on. We know everything that ever was and we make everything that will ever be. It is a privilege no one else has. Not the goblins, not the sapiens, or any other race on this face or under it that can do what we do. He gently lets me back down. Be grateful. You could be dying fighting stupid wars or dying of old age and achieving nothing. You’re the smartest elf I met, and I can’t believe you’re also my son. So quit your yappin’ and let’s get working. We got a big one today…

Manorn, Hafhorn, y’all are late. Why do they all love screaming so much? The goblin nobility sent us a letter with a request, he says as hands it to me. Hafhorn, read it. What do they want? I sigh as my eyes gloss over the paper. They want us to make for them farming equipment. 100 plows and 100 cultivators, whatever that means. If we want the job, we need to send back word with however much gold we want for the job. They say here that if we accept, they’ll send half the gold we ask for with some nomad sapiens. Father starts laughing as he yanks the letter from my hands. Botin, what do you think? Two hundred complex machines for the goblin royalty and their settlement. How much work and gold we gonna need for this? Botin scratches his head. We’ll have to check whatever iron ore, coal and rest of the stuff we have. We might need to order some from one of the fairies and their mines. So, I’ll go check on that. Hafhorn, better be prepared to write that letter back, he says as he leaves laughing. I hate you for giving me this name. Father starts laughing. Why couldn’t you give me another name? Like Walkorn, Writhorn, Workorn, why Hafhorn? He continues to laugh. Because you’re no a Fulhorn like your grandpa used to be, and you’re not manly enough to be like your father. You’re Hafhorn, your own wonderful being. Now let’s go… We have work to do. The forges don’t light themselves up on their own.

There’s only a handful of us, fully literate elves and they call us engineers. Which means that the rest are what the dwarves call functionally illiterate. And that makes me wish I was somewhere else doing something else. Whether it would be learning magic of any kind, philosophy with the dwarves on top a mountain or roaming the earth with the sapiens, living as a nomadic species. It all feels so wasteful when you are immortal to do the same thing over and over again without an end in sight. Just as that thought flies through my brain one of the forges explodes. The screams of terrified elves echo through the forests as I rush through the trees from one for to the one that went up in flames. Under molten steel, burnt elves now died after millennia of living. Were lucky enough to escape the steel only to be cut in twain by pieces of metal flung from the furnace. They let the pressure build up too much and I had warned them about this. Botin, what happened? He looks at me. Hafhorn, you are here? Then that means your father… I look across the facility, on a wall pinned by a piece of metal through his head. Father! Botin holds me back. There’s nothing you can do! You can’t bring him back. There’s no potion that heals anything like that. I push him off. No! But there’s magic! Necromancy. I’mma learn it and I’mma bring him and those you can salvage back to life! So, don’t burry ‘em! I hate being right…

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youngblizzardglitter · 4 years

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The sun was bright so bright it woke up Terry in a few moments. He hated it with passion and turned over only for it to still be in his eyes.

Terry sighed getting up from his bed his back ached and his head pounded. He had spent the night packing their stuff to move back to their home town. And like usual his younger brother forgot to pack and he had to do it.

He's gonna miss me when am dead. He thinks moving past his boxes to close his window. His boxes wide open go see his stuff he had stopped halfway too tired to continue.

"Your up?" He asks seeing the younger boy putting on his shoes. He was never up this early and usually woke up at ten or eleven.

"Your not." He laughs mentioning his hair wrapped and tired face. Terry rolled his eyes. "I am meeting with Valerie remember?"

"Your girlfriend?" Terry jokes leaning on the stairwell smirking at his pink face.

"No!" He says looking back at his shoes. "She invited me to a party and her friends couldn't come. And I want to be ready."

"What kind of party is so early?" He looks over to the clock that read 7:50.

"It's a long drive from here. The family is rich or something." He shrugs that's what Valerie had told him he didn't know the family either.

"What me to make you something?" He says walking down stretching. "Or do you want to wait for the drive?"

"I don't know may-Hey!" He says as Terry ruined his hair. "I worked hard on this!"

"Okay." He pulls out some milk and cereal. "You want some eggs or?"

"Naw I'll take a sandwich." He says looking for his coat. "Where's my-"

"Upstairs to the left of your bed." He finished knowing he never remembered where it was.

"Thanks." He said running up the stairs to get them.

"Where's my-"

"Up." He says remembering he put his sunglasses there. He really is going to miss me when I die.

"Thanks." He said looking out the window. "There he is!"

"You forgot something!" He says taking his headwrap out. He promptly came back and kissed Terry's cheek.

"Your sandwich you idiotic freckle!" He says as the girl in the car laughed at the nickname Ace stuck his tongue out embarrassed and the older Tornado happily returned the gesture.

But he did take his sandwich ad he would consider it a win.

He quickly needed to get a shower and put on some old clothes he needs to pack he couldn't believe how long this summer had felt.

The death of their uncle had taken a bit of a toll on the both of them he was always busy but he did make efforts whether or not they were needed. He left Terry everything in his estate. So he decided maybe a change of paste and place would help him.

He didn't have such luck. He had to be ready for a call every day about something. He had to do a funeral, a will reading, getting custody of Ace and on top take care of him.

It wasn't like he didn't already he practically raised Ace after their mom died. He still missed her despite not knowing her much.

And hate the bastard that killed her. He thinks closing a box angrily. He had his face burned in memory.

And if I ever have to-

The doorbell rang knocking him out of his daze he didn't even shower yet and someone was at the door. Geez, why is the world so up?

"Terrac-" a big man started. He wore a black suit and had glasses like any businessman. This should have been sign one it was bad along with his government name.

"Terry." He corrects instantly leaning by the door. Everyone always knew after a bit not to call him that.

"I have a letter for you and it's urgent matters we need to discuss." He started to be cut off.

"You have a warrant?" He asks quickly he was smarter than that.

"Am not coming in I just need to make sure this was delivered."

"And read." He hands him a card. "Call me when you do it seems like you have a lot to do." He was judging the state of the house.

Bitch. Terry slammed the door close.

Is it a government letter? No, it's never this serious. Is it the court telling me that I can't adopt Ace? No am almost 18 it's cool.

Then who the fuck was that? Is this blackmail?! What the fuck have I done now?!

Terry breathe and open the letter it can't be that bad, can it?

"Where the fuck is he?!" A voice screamed through the house. Everyone paused hearing it they knew who that was they didn't know why he was here.

Steve's head snapped away from Cree towards an angry Terrence Tornado who had papers in his head. His eyes were dangerous as they glowed purple and that was a bad sign. It meant he was pissed.

"Where the fuck is your father?!" He screams marching towards him.

"Outback why do you-" He couldn't even finish his sentence when the hardest slap he ever got in his life it threw him into the wall. "Ow!" He screams dropping his punch to hold his face as it burned as Tifa asked him if he was okay. His teens and their parents stood in shock knowing the uninvited teen came to start something.

But what?

"Terry what the-" He looked around not finding him.

"Fernando you little bitch!" He screams walking down the staircase that lead to the party for said, man. "What the fuck?!"

Steve quickly went to the balcony to watch as did his teens. His father stood shocked holding his mother's hand who eyes broadened at the sight of purple eyes. So did a few others knowing what they meant.

"Terrance?" He asks as his guests looked at the scene playing before them. Their eyes fixated on how angry Terry was. The way his eyes light up and his face of pure rage.

"What are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing!" He pulls the letter open and unfolds it."What the fuck is this?!"

"Paper?" A glass got thrown at his head for that perfect aim. A few gasped when Terry threw it as it nearly hit Rose.

"No a court order for custody of your son." He says looking back on it. "You never claimed him when he was born what's your motive now?!"

"What-"

"How are you pull up to me?!? Tell me " Oh I wanna see my kid so bad am taking you to court for it" like you dont owe him fucking thousands of dollars of child support?!"

He screams walking close to them as they walked back people wondering if they should call the cops.

"I swear on your life if you don't get your head out of your ass and cancel this court date I'll sue you right for negligence and abandonment!"

The air got silent quickly at that. Terry's face didn't look like he was messing around. Mr.Fizz took a sip of the champagne they were serving at his party.

"Terrance-"

"Don't you fucking dare." He snaps knowing he was egging him on. He of all people should know he hated that name.

"Fine Terry. How about we go inside and-"

"And what? Lie to me? Blackmail me? Like you did my mom?" He says not letting him finish people began to whisper.

"I never-"

"Yeah, you did you piece of shit." He says nonchalantly. He wasn't even mad very at that just disappointed.

"Why I never!" Mrs.Dickson announced holding Rose's hand. "What a rude ill-mannered boy. Whatever this is is being blown out of proportion. Did you really need to come today and ruin it?"

Macy Dickson always was a hard-spoken woman she always said what was on her mind. She wouldn't allow her best friends twenty-five marriage be tainted.

Terry looked back at her ready to curse her out and then saw a banner reading: "Happy Anniversary Fernando and Rosetta Fizz."

He didn't have the reaction you'd expect he didn't become sheepish or have a moment of realization he smirked with malice intent.

"Oh, so you didn't tell Rose this party is basically a lie?" He laughs like he was told a joke.

"Terrance-"

"Because you fucked my mom a decade ago? And hid your affair child?" He laughs shaking his head. "She could do better."

"Wait what?!" Steve said from the balcony everyone glanced to see his shocked face as if he been slapped. As his cheek was redder than his shirt. "Dad what's he's talking about?!" The realization of something hitting him hard.

"You a bastard! Your so lucky people are here so I can't kill you!" He stepped forward. "Kinda the way you killed my mom!"

"I-"

"Yeah, you fucking did! I heard that phone call!" He stepped closer again as his wife removed herself from this display completely distraught.

"Was she not enough?! You wanna take Ace from me too?!"

"I swear to God every time our families meet someone from mines dies! What do you want this time?!"

"I don't want-"

"Speak for fucks sake-!"

"Then let me!" He screamed back. He coughs quickly realizing he too now was causing a scene.

"I don't know much about this just yet this was sprung on me a few days ago. Whatever this is can be over promptly."

They stood there looking at each other unfazed waiting for the other to make their move everyone knew the air was tense and that they shouldn't butt in. Two minutes passed before Terrence moved.

"Dear Terrace Max Tornado, We hope that this letter finds you in good health as we recently became aware of you taking custody of your younger brother Alejandro Ace Tornado after the recent death of your uncle Ice Tornado."

Mr.Fizz gapped knowing he was backed into a corner everyone became speechless as they heard intensely Steve leaned in hearing from far.

"But we the court of Virginia state are sorry to inform you that you cannot as his biological father Fernando Burno Fizz wishes to also get that right and demand custody of Alejandro the least fifty percent."

Terry looked back at him testing him.

Say something I dare you. His eyes yelled smirking.

"Your court date is the first Tuesday of next month. Please being a lawyer and any paperwork that helps with your case as we cannot continue with your demand for custody of your younger brother. While it is unusual to allow it to you at the recent age of sixteen."

"Please contact us or your lawyer for any questions."

He stopped reading looking back on him testing him. His eyes no longer glowing but we're deep purple signaling he was still angry. Mr.Fizz looked down at his glass knowing he was deep in a hole now.

"I haven't even opened the second one you bitch." He snaps putting the letter back. Everyone mouth was open even Macy's

"Terence is it?" His wife asks getting close to him. "Terry." He corrected taking his eyes off him he could sense she wasn't mad.

"What don't you go inside? I want to have a few words with you about your brother." She asked placing her empty wine glass and coming towards.

"Rose this isn't -" Her husband tried he was then giving a hard slap to the face knocking him in the pool people gasping when she poured her champagne on him. Terry put a hand over his mouth as she screamed obscenities in Spanish his way.

"Come on honey." She says quickly shooing him into her kitchen away from the eyes and talk. "You don't have to worry about him anymore."

"Now can you tell me about Ace?" She asks closing the windows

"Don't you want to deal with that?" He asks hearing commotion and Mr.Fizz's voice.

"He made his bed." She says taking off her fancy clothes and heels. Terry looked away for a moment and she looked completely different when out of fancy clothes she still had her makeup.

"Am beautiful I know." She makes a gesture and smirks as Terry softly laughs. They stared at the table not knowing where to start.

"Can I see the letter?" She asks reaching for it."If you will let me?"

"Go for it. I haven't read the other one." He says handing both over. He had been so pissed he flew over with his powers knocking over some cars and mailboxes he hoped no one saw it.

He looked intensely at her as her face went through so much yet not one tear. She then looked back at him and the letter he suddenly felt awkward.

Did she not know? Did I miss read her? Oh God, she didn't know any of this, did she?

Mrs. Dickson was right I just ruined her whole marriage. But I am right she could do way better.

Maybe I shouldn't have barged in and embarrassed her.

"Here." She says dropping a glass of juice. "It's early and you looked like you haven't eaten yet."

"Am good." He says not wanting to overstay his welcome she nods and drinks it.

"So want to discuss?"

"Sure."

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Steve winced again when a new layer of ice was put on his face. Chad raised an eyebrow at him annoyed.

"Sorry but this hurts." He says remembering how he got the wound. Terry was stronger than he remembered.

"I still say you fight him or something," Cree said disapproving of him. "He just slapped you like it's nothing important he can't get away from that he assaulted you!"

"I'll talk to my mom about it." He said remembering his mom taking the angry teen to her personal kitchen even he wasn't in. They had been there for hours.

"Is what he saying about your dad true?" Jushtin asked confused. "Or is not?"

Steve thought back to something that happened a few months ago.

"I'll do my best Estaban." Those words echoed in his head as he thought for a second.

"Hold the fuck up." He says getting up and running the stairs. "Hold the fuck up?"

"What's this about?"

"Does mom know?"

"Who is that?"

"Terry?!"

"Dad!" He says coming into the room only to see his dad on the phone.

"Remember a few months ago?"

#knd #Steve #Ace #terrance #Rose #Mr.Fizz.#Family drama

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