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pinkpruneclodwolf · 1 year

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That Malleus Anon again, apparently also TWST EN on twt has now come to the consensus that Malleus hates Silver because he did what he did in Chapter 7, Part 2 and I'm... I'm honestly Pepe crying right now.

PLEASE SAY UR JOKING

IM BEGGING????

Like, Malleus doesn't hate Silver at all, he practically helped raise him [and Sebek] with Lilia. It's more of the fact that Mallleus never got to experience what it was like to have a father.

His parents are long dead and his Grandma, for all intents and purposes, is stuck in Briar Valley tiding the people over so as to not put unnecessary pressure on one the last Draconia's.

Lilia had to pick up the slack of raising Malleus into a King who would usher in a new era for Briar Valley.

In some ways Malleus feels robbed that he can never have someone to call 'old man' or 'father'..

It's more akin to slight jealousy if we wanna be honest, but even then Malleus still cares enough ab Silver to hear him pour his heart out. He heard the pleas of Silver not being strong enough to keep Lilia and took matters into his own hands.

You can say he looked indifferent while Silver was tearing himself up ab not being able to repay Lilia a debt that never needed to be collected, but you cannot deny that there's a sense of love in putting the entirety of NRC [and possibly the island] under a 'blessing'.

Malleus wanted to quell the hurt he and Silver shared in not being able to do anything in the face of death. He picked up where Silver left off when he cried out that he wasn't strong enough, because Malleus is strong enough.

He did as a king would, he heard his people's struggle and did something about it.

And I would argue that he and Kalim share parallels because of that, because they want to wrap everyone in a 'blessing'.

#twst #twisted wonderland #scream into the void and i'll answer #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #i dont think yall understand the sheer weight thag comes from never knowing your parents #or the fact that someone you do consider a parent doesnt view you the same way #and i think Malleus knows that #so he savors the fact that Lilia acts as his guardian #Silver is his brother and whatever bouts of jealousy hes felt has ultimately been washed away #Because at his core #Malleus wants to have the opportunity to show up for his friends and family #he wants to be there to witness facets of people's personalities and lives #and he was given that opportunity when Silver came to him #When Vil came to him in tears mourning the loss of his youth #When Yuu had nowhere else to go but to stare longingly at Ramshackle #He was never meant to be alone and saying that he hates Silver is the very antithesis of that fact

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blackrosesmatron · 14 days

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-sweats nervously-

I just realized I have nearly 100 things on my drafts...

#there is another behind my own mask (ooc)#-screams into the void-#I certainly can't answer all of them today #I'll do my best to do as many as I possible can though

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distant-screaming · 10 months

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Hi hello @petrich0-r thank you for tagging me in the game beloved <3

currently watching: technically nothing? I want to start something new soon, and I'm waiting for Home School + Tokyo no Shigatsu Wa... to finish releasing so I can binge them. I am kind of rewatching nlmg for some fics, if that counts!

currently reading: GOD I miss reading </3 I'm super busy recently so I haven't had a chance. I did reread Goodbye, Again by Jonny Sun because that book makes me want to cry violently and I need catharsis after doing excessive amounts of studying. (It's such a good book, I love it)

currently listening: Tilly Birds while I study because I love Tilly Birds <3

current obsession: palmnueng! I keep rotating them in my brain they're so so silly <3 I'm also very much obsessed with mine and @user-soundwin's [REDACTED] soundwin au that hasn't been published yet but I adore it SO SO MUCH

Tagging: all of my lovely sweet mutuals!! My brain is utterly fried at the moment, sorry <3

#thank you sm this was a fun way to take a break from staring at my screen #death to the education system btw 🥰#anyways mutuals do this and I'll reach through the screen and give you a forehead kiss #mwah #ask answered #distant screaming screams into the void #petri beloved

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polarisbibliotheque · 5 months

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Taking my time to answer to all the comments I could find that I haven't answered before when all hells broke loose here hahahaha

BUT!!

If you, yes YOU READING THIS, by any chance commented on something, sent me an ask, sent me a DM, or any sort of interaction and I haven't answered - and even after today I'm going through all my stuff and I still haven't answered you...

There's a good chance I missed it.

You are MORE than welcome to KICK MY BUTT and talk to me again, I WILL answer it!!

(art below: you guys talking to me, me talking to you, everyone not knowing how to be civilized or normal, black and white, Supernatural edition)

#polaris speaks #polaris answers #or not answering really #but it's a thing #I'm trying to go through every notification and find every single thing #but sometimes some things are sucked in the void #so DO SCREAM AT ME #I'LL SCREAM BACK IN NO TIME #(a note on the gif though - I always think it's the oktoberfest supernatural episode when it's black and white gotta be one of my faves)#(it's oktoberfest right?? when the bela lugosi vampire guy dresses dean in lederhosen and calls him mr harker)#(it's brilliant)

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redhairedgirl95 · 1 year

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Could you write a prompt about Stella and Brandon talking after the mess with Mitzi? Maybe giving us your own take about what happened there

Three words

Set after season 4 episode 13

“I miss you.”

Three words. The only ones they had directed at each other since they had sat down at the restaurant. Well, he at Stella, at least. Yes, they’d given the waiter their respective orders, but that didn’t count, especially because the little they’d eaten they had done so while avoiding the other’s gaze. Stella was doing most of the avoiding, while Brandon actively tried to meet her eyes.

“Should we have dessert? I’m not that hungry.” She replied instead, taking back the menu and practically hiding behind it.

Brandon sighed. He had thought that after their latest fight with the wizards things would be easier between them. He was wrong.

“Whatever you want, Stel. I know they make that ice cream you like …”

“I guess I’ll have a coffee to go. Tomorrow I’ve gotta get up early for work.” She closed the menu and opened her bag to look for her purse.

That bad, eh? Stella hated getting up early, especially for work.

“Okay.” He called the waiter and ordered two coffees to go, together with the bill. “I’ve got it, don’t worry.” Brandon left some money on the table and got up, taking his jacket.

“Thanks.” She got up too and closed her purse back again.

The waiter reached them and handed them their cups, then said goodbye with a smile. He looked pretty cute, not that Stella cared. Lately she never even saw guys. That little game she and Brandon played with them counting how many people flirted with them? Forgotten. Stupid game. Maybe it was because of it that Brandon had felt entitled to kiss Mitzi. Still, he kept repeating he hadn’t. Yeah, liar.

“Are you cold?”

“No.”

“Is the coffee good?”

“Yes.” She hadn’t touched it yet.

“Did you finish painting the apartment?”

“Yes.”

He asked her simple questions, hoping that she’d offer something more than her yeses and noes, but she wouldn’t, so he stopped walking, and she noticed only after four or five steps. Then she stopped too. Good. That was good, right?

“Are we done?”

Three words, once again voiced by Brandon, who had thrown his coffee in the nearest bin and was clutching his jacket in both hands.

Stella turned around and looked at him.

“You’re gonna ruin that.”

“I don’t care.” He replied, taking a couple of steps to get closer to her.

“I should go.” She said, still avoiding his gaze.

“Please, Stella.” He offered her his hand, which she didn’t take. “Why did you come if you can’t even look at me?”

“I don’t know.” Only then she looked at him, really looked at him. It was a mistake, now he could see her watery eyes.

Brandon’s eyes grew bigger and, with another step, he had her in his arms, as she started sobbing in his chest. Stella's cup fell on the ground, Brandon's jacket too, but neither stopped to retrieve them.

“Please, don’t cry.” He whispered in her hair, holding her close. He had missed her body, her scent, the feeling of her in his arms, but not her tears. He hated seeing her cry.

“Do you hate me?”

“Hate you?” He looked down at her. “Do you hate me?”

It took her a couple of seconds to answer. “I thought I did.” She replied, sincere. “But I don’t. I … I came here cause I wanted to hear your version. I … I only know Mitzi’s.”

“Mitzi talked to you?”

Stella nodded, wiping away the tears with a napkin she had conjured from the nothing. “She came by the shop the other day with her friends. She was saying how good of a kisser you are …” She wasn’t talking directly to Stella, but she was sure she’d done it on purpose, she knew she was listening.

“I never kissed her. I swear it.” He gently took her face in his hands. “She kissed me. She put her number in my phone. She made sure to always be wherever I was. I never asked her to. I never wanted her to. I promise, Stella. I don’t care for her.”

“But … that kiss … it seemed that …”

“I was too stunned to react immediately. But I didn’t kiss her back. I promise. I swear. You’re the only one, Stella. You’ve always been.”

Stella looked at him, at his beautiful big brown eyes she had never seen that sorry, that sad and scared. And it was all her fault. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him like her life depended on it. Maybe it did. She kissed him and kissed him, until she needed to come up for air.

Brandon was breathless too, his cheeks red, his eyes hopeful.

“I am sorry.” She said. “It’s like you said. I … I jump to conclusions. I saw her in your arms, and I lost it. I thought you didn’t like me anymore.”

“That’s right. I don’t like you.” He interrupted her, and Stella’s eyes filled with fear and sorrow.

“But …” She asked, with trembling lips.

Brandon took her hands in his. “I don’t like you, Stella. I love you.”

All it took for Stella’s demeanor to change from fearful to hopeful to utterly joyful were those three words. She kissed him again, smiling. “I hate you!” She exclaimed, while the contrary was written all over her face.

“Do you really?” Brandon beamed, holding her close.

“No, not really.” Stella stroked his cheeks with her hands. “I love you.”

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adhdslugcrimes · 6 months

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Hey, sluggy big fan of your bird flash stuff. I know how much you like them and I found this author who writes a lot of bird flash stuff. Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown just posted Unworthy. It a god Nightwing and worshiper Wally. Also, Nightwing kills Rudy. I think you'll like there work. Although it's not to gory. Happy reading.

Ps I like your astairian stuff too

Omg thanks anon, honestly been meaning to go through taxi's shit for awhile I've read a few of their work so I saved it and once I'm done with this astarion/Karlach fic, but you do know me well any fic where Rudy gets killed is already 10/10 in my book 🤣

Also,,, I'd love to have Taxi's writing worm like 👀 triple digits fics I bow at their power lol

And thanks Astarion has taken over my life as well as bg3, 126.7 hours and I haven't left act one yet scrubbing and ground for anything just to talk to him uhugtriydjgxug

#birdflash #sluggy answer shit #i mean how can you tell i love birdflash X3 what give you such an idea lol #ahhh welp i appreciate someone liking my endless screams into the void and shares my favorite drugs #I'll be reading it soooon but i sleep incubator finally allowed it lol #thank you anon #little cookie for your troubles and drug drop off 🍪#and a little smooch on the top of your head you angel of a person

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skiddlecat · 1 year

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432 is my blorbo so please let me know if you want the 432 lore and i will happily provide it :]

I ABSOLUTELY WOULD!!!!! if i knew who you are Bestie how do i let you know if i want the 432 lore if you're on ANON /lh

#i'll just make a post screaming into the void and hope you will answer. i am not joking about this even a little #the stanley parable

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ollie-isd3ad · 2 years

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HELLO THIS IS UR DAILY FUCKING REMINDER THAT WE ARE ALL MADE OF STARDUST AND ARE THEREFORE ESSENTIAL TO THE UNIVERSE, AND WE ALL QUITE LITERALLY MATTER, ALSO UR MADE OF STARDUST HOW FUCKING COOL IS THAT, U COULD'VE BEEN SOME BADASS PLANET OR STAR OR SUN OR SOMETHING, HOLY SHIT

SO LIKE IF UR DOWN OR ANYTHING JUST REMEMBER THAT UR PROBABLY MADE UP OF THE VERY COSMOS OUR UNIVERSE STARTED WITH AND THE WORLD WOULD LITERALLY NOT BE THE SAME WITHOUT U

so if ur thinking about kys, how about let's hold on a little longer bc holy shit, ur existence is precious and fucking amazing, and i treasure it with every ounce of my being

this has been a psa

with love, someone else who is made of stardust

#tw caps #tw capital letters #cw caps #caps warning #lovingly <3 #feel free to scream to the void. i'll answer #tw sewerslide #sewer slide #sewerslidal #suicudal #kys mention #kms mention #lmk if i'm forgetting any tags #tw swearing #tw cursing #swearing warning #cursing warning #cursing tw #cursing cw

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pa-pa-plasma · 1 year

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sorry for sending you an ask about this but i saw your tags on the warrior cats post about neutering and i just wanted to let you know that they actually do take away the cats balls, they leave the sack but the balls are what gets removed. eventually the sack shrinks and like goes away because of the lack of nuts inside. so i guess bluestar did know what she was talking about in the end

this is. literally what i said. also, i've had neutered male cats with balls (or a sack as you put it, i am using informal words here) that you can see. which is. where i'm getting my information from. btw.

so. Bluestar still had to have looked at a lot of kittypet ass very closely to figure this out.

plus, gonna reiterate, we should also consider that this series just isn't very well written. in all seriousness, as a writer myself, Warriors is a badly written series that should have ended over a dozen books ago, with authors who make shit up & don't bother to communicate with each other about their new headcanons & characterizations. not shitting on it (i love Warriors) but we should remember that there's like a million orange female cats & calico/tortie male cats, Graystripe's parents are siblings, & nothing actually killed Firestar on his last life, he just dropped dead randomly for the drama.

it's fun to speculate, but also Bluestar was just saying that shit about the cutter cuz of Rusty needing a final push to leave his twolegs. it was entirely for plot reasons & the authors never actually did research to make anything in this series accurate.

#sorry. i know the reading comprehension on this site is just. Like That. but this explanation is what i said #like. literally.#they leave the outside bit & you can still see it when a cat is neutered. it's just the inside bit that's removed #that's. what i said. just with informal wording. but i did like. clarify what i meant in those very tags #& i'm not gonna go take a pic of my cat's ass to prove it. i don't think he'd mind cuz he's got a brain the size of a peanut but still.#not doing that #just gonna chalk this one up to some ''how dare you say we piss on the poor'' shit or whatever #also idk if this is the same anon but there is a person who is sending me asks explaining things #which is cool but also like. not necessary. i rant in the tags about shit. it's just me screaming into the void ya know?#if i say something there's like a 90% chance i already know the answer to the question im asking or whatever #cuz i'll usually type ''wtf does that even mean'' & then look it up. if i don't know something #or figure it out myself via logic. like the top sheet one. i know what a top sheet is. i've just never heard someone call it that #i figured it out basically right away. i was just saying ''wtf is a top sheet'' because i'm complaining pointlessly. ya know?#sometimes i'm just complaining pointlessly. i don't expect anyone to actually read it & respond. i'm writing in my little diary #that's all

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t0xicp0sitivity · 6 months

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all your mutuals love you! Take care of yourself!

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

i love you guys too! it's been difficult but i'm trying 🖤

#i should actually start tagging these huh #answered #anon #i'll edit old asks later #that's another thing that motivates me to make myself a better person than i was i think. knowing that there are people who see what i post #- and i'm not screaming into a void like my last account because i didn't want to talk to anyone directly

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pinkpruneclodwolf · 5 months

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You ever think if Yuu got sent earlier to twst their life would be harder .Like in the second or third years.

YES

I could get into Leona being in his second year as a Dorm Leader and tasting his first lick of defeat at the hands of someone—who, for all intents and purposes—is the culmination of all the things he's wanted to be and more had he been given just an ounce, one singular ounce of love.

I could get into Jamil burying his seething rage at the fact that he was usurped from his dorm six months into his tenure at Night Raven or how different Scarabia was before Kalim came into the picture.

I could get into Vil concocting poison after poison after poison to dethrone his Dorm Leader and prove for once that he was beautiful in that respect.

I could get into so many of the third or second years before the 1st years came into the picture because it's so interesting thinking about the growth and changes they all went through to be who they are now.

#twst #twisted wonderland #scream into the void and i'll answer #twst theory #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #vil shoenheit

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variantia · 2 years

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Anonymous said : So, Khonshu, your head is a bird skull. The question is… what kind of bird is it?

/ KHONSHU.

“ You’re asking this question in jest, aren’t you ? As if it truly matters or if it is based on anything in particular. Steven’s guess was VULTURE, so I suppose that’s what we’ll go with. But in the grand scheme of things, it is completely inconsequential, so thank you for wasting my time and your own. ”

#you scream into the void ; the void screams back. ( ANSWERED. )#is that a mask ? ( ANONYMOUS. )#the moon don’t pick sides. ( KHONSHU. )#(( SORRY HE'S MEAN #but anyway I'll trust Steven's guess he works in a museum he seems smart so we're going with VULTURE ))

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distant-screaming · 1 year

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12,13,14,18 and 23

12. the unpopular character you actually like and why more people should like them

hmmm unpopular character.... Ben from nlmg? I like him (derogatory) I want to dunk him in toilet water. The reason people should like him is that it's cathartic to put him in Situations (also Chimon <3)

13. worst blorbofication

Can I say Vegas. I'm gonna say Vegas Theerapanyakul. Aaand post

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

I dunno, the fics I've encountered so far have been as a whole really well written and good I kinda love the fic authors here <33

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

BL as a whole? The most recent show I can think of Destiny Seeker it's such a fun and silly little show also I love Songkhram my beloveddd

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

......kohjames I didn't particularly ship them until fawn infected me /j

Thank you for asking me about my opinion!! Unfortunately I am bad at having opinions

#no one mention any of these opinions again or I'll get hatecrimed #also I still don't know how to format questions whoops #kali beloved #distant screaming screams into the void #ask answered

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cutielando · 5 months

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let me help you ~ rafe cameron

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You knew Rafe had a problem with drugs. Everyone knew he had a problem except for Rafe himself.

Or maybe he knew and just didn't want to do anything about it. One of the 2.

All that you knew was that you couldn't deal watching him destroy his health anymore. He needed help, and you were going to make sure he was going to get it.

"Babe?" you called out as you entered the Cameron mansion.

Everything was silent and there was nobody around the downstairs area.

"Rafe!" you called out again, slowly going up the stairs.

Once you arrived upstairs, you saw Rafe coming out of his father's office clutching a watch in his hand.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked, sniffling and trying to hide the watch from you.

"We had plans, but you weren't answering your phone" you trailed off, your heart breaking when you took in his figure. "Babe, what's going on?"

"Nothing, everything's fine" he came closer to you and took your face in his hands, planting a quick peck on your lips and a longer kiss on your forehead.

"I know when you're lying, Rafe. Please don't shut me out" you whispered, closing your eyes.

You couldn't bear to look at him.

"You're going to be mad at me" he mumbled, looking anywhere but your eyes now.

"I'm not. Just please tell me what's going on. I hate seeing you like this" you reached up and ran your hands through his hair, knowing it would calm him down.

"I owe Barry some money"

The words were so soft but held so much. You closed your eyes, knowing that whenever he mentioned Barry, it was dangerous.

"Rafe, we talked about this. You said you were going to stop" you whispered, trying to keep your voice calm.

You knew you weren't going to fix anything by yelling at him, he was never good with screaming.

"I know, and I did. Baby, I swear to you, I did. Sarah and her little Pogue boyfriend stole 25K from his house the other day and he told me that I had to pay for it or he would hurt you. Baby, I've been clean for 6 months, I swear to you. You have to believe me, baby. I swear to God" tears were now streaming down his cheeks, his hands shaking and sobs racking through his body.

You pulled him into a big hug, holding him as he struggled to calm down.

"Shh, it's okay, you're okay, baby. Everything's going to be okay, I'm here" you whispered in his ear while running your hands down his back.

He nodded against your shoulder, burying his head further into the crook of your neck.

You held him close for a couple of minutes before his sobs turned into sniffles and his tears stopped falling.

"I don't know where I'll get the money, baby. My dad cut me off and is this close to kicking me out, I figured I would sell one of his watches but I know how angry he'll be once he finds out. I don't know what to do, baby. Sarah's the one involving me in shit and then she just doesn't care about me"

"Hey, look at me" you took his face in your hands, making him look at you. "We're going to go home and explain the situation to my parents. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to help you. You're going to work to pay them back once we find you a job and everything is going to be okay. Sound good?"

He nodded, his eyes holding so much love for you and your family.

Your parents knew about his problems and they never once judged him for it. They understood what kind of environment he grew up in, how much neglect he suffered from Ward and did everything they could to fill the void his parents left. They made him feel loved and safe, helped him get through rehab and maintain his sobriety.

They were the parents he never had but desperately needed.

The drive to your house was short, you lived relatively close to the Cameron's. When you stopped the car, Rafe hesitated opening the door.

"What's wrong?" you asked, reaching over and laying your hand over his.

"I'm embarrassed. I don't want to disappoint your parents, ever, and here I am getting involved in shit like this"

"Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is not your fault, it's Sarah's. We'll explain everything and then we'll see what we can do about it, does that sound okay?"

He nodded and managed to crack a small smile, unconvincing but still there.

♡♡♡♡♡

"Of course we'll help you, Rafe. Believe me, I understand all about younger siblings and their problems, they're not easy to deal with" your father said, patting Rafe on the back.

You had caught both of your parents at home and explained the whole situation to them. Rafe mainly kept his head down because he couldn't look them in the eyes, but they didn't even judge him for a second.

"I'm so sorry for doing this, Mr. Y/L/N, I wouldn't do it if I didn't think my life depended on it. This guy is serious and he is really dangerous, I'm afraid he might hurt someone if I don't pay him the money my sister stole" Rafe rushed to say, looking between your mother and father.

"Rafe, honey, it's okay. We understand and we aren't judging you. We'll help you in any way we can, you're part of our family and we take care of each other" your mother told him, standing up and hugging your boyfriend.

Rafe wrapped his arms around your mother tightly, savoring the motherly touch and love radiating off of her.

Your heart melted at the sight, knowing how much your mother meant to Rafe.

♡♡♡♡♡

"How did it go?" you asked Rafe as soon as he walked into your house.

He had decided to go to Barry's alone because he wanted to make sure you were safe and sound somewhere he couldn't hurt you.

"I'm free" his smile was so large you thought it was going to rip his face in half.

You squealed and jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He let out a big breath and laughed breathlessly, not believing the words he just spoke. He never thought he would be free of Barry, free of the drugs he supplied him, but you changed everything for him.

"Thank you" he said, pulling away just enough to see your face.

"You have nothing to thank me for. I love you and I wasn't about to let you suffer alone" you grabbed his cheeks with both your hands.

"I love you too" he leaned in and captured your lips with his.

And as you were standing in the middle of the living room in each other's arms, you knew there was nothing you couldn't do.

As long as you had each other, you could conquer the world.

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redhairedgirl95 · 2 years

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I’m sorry I’ve become so slow at answering asks -.-

#work work work work work #giulia speaks #screaming into the void just because #i'll answer all of them #i promise!#just ... you know ... slowly

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Who did this to you...? 1

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader

Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.

Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, Fluff,

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: Requested by anonymous.

Part 2

A deep silence descended upon the land. The ocean was calling, singing, and chanting. Oblong clouds obscured the waxing moon. Creatures cried out and escaped the shelter of the rising shadows. The door was shut and a low prayer escaped her quivering lips.

The wounds pained terribly, crimson oozed, a narrow river and the stabbing pain in her side made it impossible to form a clear thought. Helplessly, Y/N banged on the door. Peggy must be in the house, Y/N thought to herself, saw a faint light flickering in the living room and, listening closely, she thought she could hear the sounds of a sewing machine.

Footsteps echoed again, and the flame of hope awakened. The light was blinding and Y/N squinted her eyes, stumbled back, and cursed like a sailor.

Peggy whispered Y/N´s name. Her eyes were wide, threatening to fall out. Hands clawed into the holey material of the filthy coat, pulling Y/N into the depths of the house. Peggy gulped, and closed the door, locked it, had looked earlier to see if anyone had followed her best friend. Her lips parted, could not speak, dared not to ask questions, feared the worst, the answer. The young woman swallowed and stared at her hands. A liquid clung to her trembling fingers, and cursing, Peggy realised it was crimson. Y/N's blood. It was warm and dripping down onto the carpet. A cry escaped her, pacing, wondering what to do, had never seen so much blood. It was too much blood, Peggy thought to herself, knew it.

Guiding Y/N towards to living room, Peggy tried in vain to get information from the beaten woman, but Y/N stayed in silence, unable to answer, to speak, to pray nor to curse. Carefully, fearing to hurt her even more, Peggy guided Y/N to the sofa and pushed her down, ignoring the fact the reddish liquid would soak into the pale material of the sofa opposite of the table with the sewing machine.

"What happened? Y/N talk to me! Who did this to you?" Peggy asked hysterically.

Mud, dried, and fresh, stuck to shoes and coat. The red lipstick was smeared and a horrible blueness spread over the flesh, like ice, shining faint but Peggy saw the wounds clearly in the dim light. She prayed again. Warily, she placed her trembling fingers on Y/N´s and repeated the question she had asked hundreds of times.

"Why are you here? The Shelby's can help you more with this. I am not a nurse! I am a seamstress, Y/N/N.", "No." was all Y/N found strength to say.

Promptly Peggy understood, remembered the stories shrouded in shadows. No questions escaped Peggy and helped her good friend out of the ruined garment, once a beautiful coat. Peggy turned hesitant, freed Y/N´s arms and narrowed her eyes. Shocked, she noticed Y/N was not crying, but staring into the void, not reacting in any way when she accidentally brushed against the gaping wounds.

Eyes grew. Marks pale as the moon, hoary footprints spread across the torn blue dress, and Peggy could not believe her eyes, thought for a moment it was a terrible dream from which she would awake, but then as the sticky crimson dried on her skin, she realised it wasn’t a dream. Urgently Y/N looked up, didn’t look at her fingers, feeling the awakening pain in her chest yet she felt empty, couldn’t scream, having screamed too much, pleading for mercy.

"I won't call anyone, I understand, you can stay with me, they won't look for you here, no one will find you. No one followed you, I looked. I'll take care of you; you don't have to worry." Peggy breathed, trying to speak as calmly as possible.

The torn fabric fell to the ground. Peggy knelt down and played with the laces of the shoes, freeing Y/N's feet from the clutches of the uncomfortable looking shoes.

Suddenly eyes shot up.

“...did they?" Peggy couldn't finish the sentence.

"No.", "I told you from the beginning that this family would bring you nothing but pain. I would kill your parents; they should be ashamed of themselves and if I were them, I wouldn't even leave the house. They sold you out. Shame on them! Bloody pigs." Peggy yelled indignantly.

Swiftly she rose but Y/N did not answer, glancing after her as she disappeared with hasty steps through the open door into another room and after a few moments in which the only sound filling the room was her heavy breathing she returned cursing with a first aid kit in her possession.

"Talk to me.", "Tell me what happened." Peggy urged in an almost imperious yet loving tone.

Peggy needed to hear what happened, but again Y/N shook her head, wishing to stay in silence, fearing the words resting on the tip of her tongue, trying to ban the memories from heart and mind. Y/N clawed her fingers into the ragged dress, felt the fibres threatening to cave in, the fibres tearing. The memories rolled in waves, overtaking her like an army, but Y/N knew she had to be strong, that she didn't have a strong shoulder to lean on.

Firmly, she pressed her lips into a line. Sickening sensations spread through her mouth. The nasty taste of copper spilled into her mouth, but Y/N suppressed the urge to spit, to puke.

"They were waiting for me. They know who I belong to. I couldn’t do anything. They didn't want to kill me, but I think I'm about to die. I won't make it through the night. Today was my last day at work, they waited across the street, followed me and then chased me down like an animal, a deer." Y/N whispered.

Y/N felt like a fool and took a deep breath. White dots danced. The reek was sickening, but no complaint crossed her lips as Peggy wiped the crimson with the damp cloth away. She breathed a low excuse and continued to clean Y/N´s arms and legs.

"I have seen them once or twice, in a bar with Thomas. I know them.” she continued.

“What happened after?” Peggy asked hesitantly.

She knew the answer, saw it clearly, the cuts and deep traces.

“They dragged me into an alley. There were five of them. I didn't stand a chance; they were too fast, too strong, I tried to fight, I really tried, but they." Y/N mumbled.

She closed her eyes, saw the men lunge at her like ravenous barbarians, laughing as tears escaped, hands clenched into fists, cursing and shouting, and when the man noticed more and more blood oozed, they stopped and fled as quickly as they had come.

Peggy glanced up. Flashes of flame blazed, seeing the memories Y/N's eyes reflected, but she continued with her work, disinfecting the deep wounds with the cloth, applied ointments and bandages, hoping it would be enough.

"Why hasn't anyone picked you up. I would. Why did nobody pick you up? You are a woman, you need protection. I hope you know how I mean it. Yes, you are strong but not strong enough to fight with your fists. I rarely leave the house alone and I am not associated with the Shelby’s. What will you tell your husband? Won't he be looking for you?" Peggy asked.

Y/N laughed dryly. Her head fell back. She bit hard on her lower lip as Peggy apologised for the pain she was causing.

"Thomas Shelby may be my husband but he doesn't love me. His heart is hard as a rock. He married me because I'm a good catch. His family, every one of them hates me, even the women but the children are nice. They like me, I think or they feel sorry for me." Y/N gasped as the ointment burned into her skin.

Laughing, it sounded bitter, full of pain, Y/N looked down at the ring Thomas had given her, a sign of loyalty, endless love and trust, but Y/N knew as well as Peggy that this was not the case.

"But what can I do. If it was up to him, he would throw me out of the house. He doesn't need me. My father is a good lawyer, he doesn't care about me and I won't talk about my mother." Y/N breathed, so softly, unsure if Peggy had heard the answer.

She closed her eyes, felt tears travelling down her cheeks, but she didn't wipe them away, let them flow in narrow streams.

"That's why I came to see you. What am I supposed to do there?" Y/N laughed bitterly.

Y/N imagined the situation when she would enter the house, she couldn’t call home.

"I might also be told that it's my fault. I shouldn't have been on the streets. Maybe they will say I need to dress differently. Can I stay at your place tonight? I don't feel like walking to the Shelby's nor my parents, they probably wouldn't even open the door for me." Y/N said.

She did not doubt her words for a moment.

"Of course, you can stay here Y/N, you can stay as long as you want, you can move in for all I care. Don't you want me to call him? Won't he be surprised if you don't arrive tonight?" Peggy said.

Carefully, she placed her hand on Y/N's knee and slowly lifted the hem of the dress to inspect the blueness more closely. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, knew the answer, knew it well, but the words didn't escape but she was sickened by her own thoughts, by the truth.

"I don't care, you don't have to call the Shelby's, it's not necessary, but I won't stop you, I want to protect you, don't be surprised if no one cares, but maybe the kids will come to see me. There are days when he doesn't even come home. Maybe he visits local houses. I don’t know, but I suspect it.” Y/N answered.

“Y/N/N, if you want you can stay for the rest of the week, my parents won't mind and if you don't want to be alone, you can help me with my work tomorrow, you can help me with the dresses." added Peggy, almost joyfully.

Weakly, Y/N nodded, already looking forward to spending time in the presence of a friendly person. She had almost forgotten the pain, but whenever she thought it had faded into nothingness, an unpleasant twinge spread through her chest, bearing hundreds of arrows.

"Would you like to come to my room? My bed is big enough for both of us, and I'll have a better conscience than leaving you down here alone." Peggy asked, looking up and immediately noticing the tiredness spreading across Y/N´s features.

"No, I'm staying here and I don't think I'll be able to make it upstairs. Don't worry about me and as you said, no one followed me and I know no one will look for me. At the end of the day, who am I? They don't need me, if I disappear my father will continue to work for them, he never liked me, I'm not his blood after all, I'm just a replacement and my mother, I don't even know when we talked together in peace. And even if I were lying there in the alley, it would be more likely that a dog would find me and lie by my side than one of them fearing for my safety." Y/N spoke.

Satisfied with her work, Peggy placed the ointment and the plasters on the table and rose from her place on the cold wooden floor. Her hair was curled in rolls and a long bathrobe in shades of dark green covered her long frilly nightdress. Peggy took a few steps, picked up the blanket folded on the dark armchair, and lowered it onto Y/N, covering her legs and upper body and placed a soft pillow at her side. Y/N breathed words of thanks and smiled weakly.

"It will be best if I drive you home tomorrow. It will be better. When do you want me to take you home? Probably not until the afternoon. I'll cook us something delicious for dinner and I'll make you a new dress. I have a very lovely fabric, the colour will suit you well.", “I don't have a home. Thank you, Peggy, I don't know how to thank you, I'm very grateful for what you do for me. Go to sleep, I'll rest too." Y/N whispered brokenly.

Stillness descended and Peggy wanted to embrace Y/N, hold her tenderly as she witnessed the pain blazing in her broken eyes and it was at that moment Peggy realised the woman, a few steps away from her, was only a shadow of her dear friend.

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