Pairing: Matt x mutant!fem!Reader Word count: 5k [Series Masterlist] [Matt Murdock Masterlist]
tags/warnings: 18+; dark themes/content, canon typical violence, emotional hurt/comfort, PTSD, smut, plot twists, fluff and angst, torture, mentions of sexual abuse, canon divergence, Reader has a fake name & is Matt's neighbor
a/n: And we're back with another chapter! All comments and reblogs are very, very appreciated!
A quiet, pained groan rumbled in the back of your throat as you caught two heated voices arguing nearby. You attempted to open your eyes as their words drifted around you, but your eyelids felt leaden and useless, barely fluttering open a crack. With your mind steadily returning to you, you became painfully aware of how battered and worn the rest of you felt. Your back was stiff and sore, your muscles protesting the slightest movement as you shifted on whatever uncomfortable surface you were currently on. Inhaling a sharp, ragged breath into your aching lungs, the voices that’d been fighting nearby came to an abrupt stop.
Eventually managing to blink your eyes open, you stared up at the dull, white ceiling above you. Brows knitting together in confusion, your sluggish mind was able to distinguish that this ceiling was not your ceiling. So where were you? From what you last remembered, you’d been out on a run around the city. You’d just finished and had been heading back to your apartment to make dinner, but then–
The ambush in the alley catapulted to the forefront of your mind, and you suddenly recalled the woman who’d attacked you out of nowhere before you’d passed out. Jolting upright in a rush, your vision temporarily swam at the abrupt movement, and a sharp, throbbing pain lanced its way through your skull. You winced at the sensation as your vision gradually grew clear again, but you didn’t recognize the dingy orange futon that you were sitting on, and you certainly didn’t recognize the apartment you were sitting inside. Though you did recognize the dark haired woman standing in front of you as the one who’d attacked you in the alley, and while you didn’t recall the blonde beside her having been present, she also looked oddly familiar.
But the sight of them standing there staring at you caused your hackles to raise. Despite being drained from your run, feeling decimated after being thrown around and strangled, and only just regaining your faculties from returning to consciousness, you anticipated another fight to break out. Because whoever this dark-haired woman was, she’d just kidnapped you, and you weren’t about to take that lightly.
“Stay the hell back!” you warned, trying to fight the slight sway of your body along the futon. “Or you’ll regret it.”
Despite the threat in your words, you admittedly felt far too weak and exhausted to do much to them. The alley fight had taken it out of you, especially with how you’d been slammed around a few times too many. And you were quite out of practice with summoning forth your abilities without completely losing control and weakening yourself further. But you still had your fists–though you had a feeling her punches would land harder.
The dark-haired woman scoffed at your warning, rolling her eyes dismissively in irritation. From beside her, the blonde shot her a sharp, reprimanding look over her shoulder before she turned her attention back on you. Gripping the edge of the torn futon, your nails dug into the cushion as you fought to steady yourself, but the small smile suddenly overtaking the blonde’s pretty face caught you off guard.
“Relax,” she said gently. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
Her hands slowly raised from her sides in a placating gesture as the friendly smile remained on her face. Beside her, the dark-haired woman let out a long, heavy sigh of annoyance before reluctantly raising her own hands in a half-hearted imitation of the gesture. She took a definitive step backwards as if to emphasize the point, putting more space between herself and you before she crossed her arms over her chest and fixed you with a scowl.
“That’s a little hard to believe,” you bitterly replied. “Considering you’ve already attacked me and dragged me here.”
“Which was a mistake, one that shouldn’t have happened,” the blonde persisted, shooting the other woman a pointed look. “All we want to do is talk, I promise.”
Still trying to keep yourself steady on the futon as you weighed the truth in her words, you began to look around the room, taking in the tattered state of the apartment you’d been brought to. On the far right of the futon sat a desk which was mostly littered with empty bottles of alcohol. Papers were messily strewn about, some even haphazardly covering what appeared to be a laptop. Beside the desk sat a garbage can which was overflowing with even more empty bottles of alcohol, the sight causing a crease to form between your brows. Whoever lived here certainly drank far too much.
Glancing around the rest of the space, you could just glimpse a messy kitchen covered in dirty dishes and more bottles of alcohol from where you sat on the futon. Shifting your attention to the left, you spotted a door which you assumed led out towards a hallway, the glass pane displaying the words ‘Alias Investigations’ along it. At least now you’d discovered the exit, you just needed to find your opportunity to bolt.
Your attention eventually returned to the two women standing before you, but your gaze lingered on the blonde. She stood cautiously eyeing you with that friendly, disarming smile still drawn over her lips as if she expected you to trust her. Eyes narrowing in contemplation, it finally clicked as to where you’d seen her face before–plastered all around the city.
“You’re Trish Walker, aren’t you?” you asked, tipping your chin at her. “You’re the one on all of those bus ads.”
Her smile turned sheepish as she nodded. “Yeah,” she agreed. “That’s me.”
“Great, so now that you know who she is, why don’t you tell us who the hell you are?” the dark haired woman impatiently snapped. “And how about this time you avoid passing out, yeah? I don't really have time for that.”
Glancing over at the dark-haired woman, you saw her leaning against a wall across the room still scowling at you. A frown settled onto your face at the rude, demanding way she kept speaking to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the apologetic look that Trish sent you, and your gaze slowly slid back over to her. You didn’t understand how Trish Walker–someone that seemed to have status in the city–could be found in a place like this, or why she’d be spending her time with someone like the angry, rude woman. Nothing about this situation made much sense, but you’d started to figure that the only way to get any answers was to cooperate for the moment. Which meant participating in answering their questions.
“My name is Olivia Allen,” you said, giving them the fake one you’d chosen a few years back. Gaze sliding over to the rude woman you still didn’t know, your brows raised expectantly. “And you are…?”
The dark-haired woman continued to stare at you, the tension palpably increasing in the small apartment. It wasn’t until Trish waved a hand at the woman in an urgent motion, encouraging her to answer you, that she finally relented.
“Jessica Jones,” she stated flatly. “Now focus on answering my questions or I’ll be forced to break a few of your bones.”
“Jessica!” Trish scolded.
“Who are you to Kilgrave?” Jessica continued, ignoring the way Trish was roughly shaking her head at her. “And why does he have a framed photo of the two of you? Why the fuck are you jogging around my block? Are you the one he’s got watching me?"
Fear had the little hairs along your forearms raising at the mention of his name, and a chill made its way through your sore, beaten body. Swallowing thickly, you tried to remain in control of yourself. Wherever he was in the city, he wasn’t here in this room with you. You were safe for the moment.
“I was on a run,” you answered, the words coming out slowly. “I live just a few blocks over, and this is on my route. I’m not watching anyone. I’ve never even seen you before.”
Jessica huffed at your explanation, as if the idea of jogging for exercise was ridiculous. “So what’s with the picture then? The one of the two of you that he keeps framed?" she pushed. Uncrossing her arms from over her chest, she stuffed her hands into her jacket pocket and pushed off the wall. “What’s the reason for that, hmm?”
Lips pressing firmly together at her continued probing, you fell silent beneath her glare. That was a question you particularly didn’t want to answer. That photo was during a time in your life that you’d painstakingly tried to forget. The nightmares you’d been having about him lately were already bad enough, the memories of your time with him plaguing you as much during the day as they did at night. You weren’t exactly fond of the idea of drawing them to the surface by recounting them for complete strangers.
As if sensing your distress, Trish took a careful step towards where you were sitting on the futon. Tensing immediately at her approach, distrust passed over your features.
“It’s okay, you can tell us,” Trish assured you.
“Maybe I don’t want to,” you sharply countered.
Jessica took a single, intimidating step forward, her hands still casually lingering in the pockets of her leather jacket. “Well,” she replied cooly, “I really can break a few bones if that would help loosen your tongue.”
“Jess,” Trish warned, her head whipping towards the other woman.
“This is Kilgrave, Trish!” Jessica snapped back, rage contorting her features. “Kilgrave! You know what he’s capable of, and you know what he’s already done. If she’s not going to tell us, then I’m going to–”
“What?” Trish demanded, cutting her off. “You’re going to beat her to make her talk?” The blonde swung a hand in your direction, her stare still fixed on Jessica as she heatedly continued. “She’s clearly not working for him, can you not see the way she reacts when you mention his name? It’s the same goddamn look that’s always on your face when he comes up!”
That took you by surprise. As the two women stared each other down in silence, you slowly began to piece everything together. Jessica must’ve been another victim of Kilgrave’s mind control. She must’ve experienced something similar to what he’d done to you, and if someone was watching her for him, then you could understand where all of her violent anger was coming from–paranoia and fear.
“We were together,” you blurted, cutting through the tension. “A long time ago.”
Jessica’s head whipped in your direction, a myriad of emotions crossing over her face. Surprise melted into something that looked vaguely like understanding and sympathy before her expression became suspicious and guarded.
“He forced you to be with him?” she asked.
Guilt burned acidic in your stomach at the question, and your tongue pressed hard into the back of your teeth. You slowly shook your head in response, watching how her eyes narrowed into dangerous, disbelieving slits.
“You mean you chose to be with him?” she hissed incredulously.
“It’s–it’s not what you think,” you stammered, trying to defend yourself. “He found me years ago. When I was…”
Your words trailed off, your teeth clamping down onto the tip of your tongue. Kilgrave was the only one who knew about your past, who knew the truth about who and what you really were–at least as much as you knew. He knew what you were capable of, he knew how different you truly were, he knew the secret you’d been trying to hide ever since he’d freed you from The Facility. You’d spent years hiding and trying to pretend that the other side of you didn’t exist, it wasn’t something you ever willingly shared with people because you’d wanted to erase it all.
But Jessica also seemed different. She was far stronger than any normal person should’ve been, capable of feats that a woman her size shouldn’t be capable of–like throwing you across an alley with one arm. Maybe she was like you, which would’ve explained Kilgrave’s interest in her.
“You were what?” Trish gently prompted.
Tongue darting out to nervously wet your lips, you contemplated the situation you’d suddenly found yourself in. Both of them seemed to despise Kilgrave as much as you, so it was unlikely that they were working with him. You doubted they’d give him your location, not with how they were speaking about him. And if Jessica was different like you, maybe she’d be understanding of your own situation instead of terrified of the things you could do.
Unable to look at either of them as you tried to gather the courage to confess something you’d never told anyone before, your focus shifted towards your fidgeting fingers in your lap. “I grew up in a laboratory,” you admitted quietly. “Undergoing experimentation against my will, for as far back as I can remember. Because I’m different.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jessica cursed.
Trish let out a surprised gasp before taking a few steps back, struggling to control the shock written on her features. When she backed into the desk littered with alcohol, she leaned her weight against it as if she needed it to help keep her upright while staring expectantly at you, waiting for you to continue.
“It was a horrible place,” you told them, aware that was the biggest understatement. “Kilgrave he–he killed the doctors who’d been responsible for the experiments on me. And at first, he’d scared me because of what I’d seen him do to them. It was horrific. But then he’d been so gentle with me afterwards.”
As the words you’d never really spoken aloud before started to pour out of you, you were determined to make them understand. Determined for them to hear you out before they judged you for the relationship you’d had with him. They couldn’t even begin to fathom the horrors and pain you’d been subjected to over the course of your entire life, the way you’d been trapped in a cage like an animal until only a few years ago. They had no idea the sort of sheltered life you’d led, and how desperate you’d been to escape it.
"He freed me from that place,” you continued, nervously looking up at them from beneath your lashes. “He forced them all to forget about me so that I'd be safe from them. And then he took me with him, far away from the nightmare that I’d always known. He fed me, clothed me, gave me shelter.” You shrugged weakly, aware of how awful the rest of it would sound. “I’d seen him use his powers to tell people to do what he wanted, but I’d never seen him hurt anyone besides those doctors who’d spent years torturing me over and over. He kept telling me that they deserved it for how they’d hurt me, and I believed him. I didn’t know any better at the time. I-I spent my whole life in that place. Trapped in a small cell. He was the first person to show me any kindness. To give me freedom, to give me a chance at a life.”
The guilt burned hotter within you, and you could feel it sitting like a ball lodged in the back of your throat. Your vision grew watery, but you quickly wiped the heel of your hands against them, forcing the moisture away. You needed to finish explaining what happened.
“Eventually, I developed feelings for him,” you reluctantly admitted. “Just months after he’d freed me. I hadn’t seen him for who he really was yet, and we had a romantic relationship for a time afterwards.”
“But he was grooming you!” Jessica growled. “That asshole kidnapped you from some fucking labratory and kept you like a fucking pet! You didn’t know any better!”
Trish glanced over her shoulder at Jessica, and whatever face she made only seemed to piss her off even more. Shaking her head at Trish, Jessica strode towards you, her eyes burning with an intense fury as her boots stomped across the floor.
“I hate that son of a bitch,” she snarled. "He took advantage of you, of your situation. You were scared and alone and he used that to his benefit!"
“Jess,” Trish firmly reprimanded. “Let her finish.”
Jessica frowned but fell silent, arms crossing over her chest again as she shifted irritably back and forth on her feet. When Trish turned her attention back to you, she offered you yet another encouraging smile as she waited for you to finish.
“We were together for maybe four months after that,” you admitted uncomfortably, your hands still nervously fiddling together in your lap. “That was when he started pressuring me to use my abilities for things he wanted. But I didn’t want to do the things he asked me to, and then he started to get so furious with me when I denied him.” Closing your eyes, you tried to block out the memories from resurfacing as you continued. “I told him I wanted to leave, so he–he threatened to kill innocent people if I did. He told me he would kill everyone in his path if I didn’t stay with him. And that’s when he started giving me this–this pill.” Shaking your head roughly, you opened your eyes and focused back on Trish and Jessica. “I don’t know what it was, but it weakened my ability against him. I assumed it was something he’d gotten from The Facility.”
“Wait, what?” Jessica asked. She crossed the rest of the distance between you in three quick strides before dropping down in front of you, her eyes wide and disbelieving. “What did you just say? It weakened your ability against him?” she asked, her words coming in a rush. “As in you can fight him off?”
Nodding slowly, you saw the shock continue to linger on her face. Jessica’s head whipped over her shoulder before her and Trish exchanged a look with each other. You couldn’t understand what they were saying without using a single word, but you had a feeling you could guess. They’d probably never thought someone could be immune to Kilgrave’s power.
“How?” Jessica demanded, her attention abruptly returning to you. “How can you fight him off?”
“I have some abilities,” you answered carefully. “I overheard the doctors at The Facility say I'm psionic once, whatever that really means. But I was able to create a sort of shield to keep him out of my head when he wasn’t drugging me. And I can also do what he does, to undo commands he's given. It's just…not as easy for me as it is for him. It takes a lot out of me.”
“Holy shit,” Jessica breathed out, eyes widening even further. “Does that mean you can mind control him then?”
“I did once. The last time I saw him,” you told her, nodding. “I’d never done it before and I don’t know how I did it then, but somehow I managed to make it work on him. I couldn't take anymore of what he was doing to me, so I told him to let me go. Said that he wasn't allowed to hurt or kill anyone because of me, and that he could never look for me.” Your fingers played with the hem of your shirt, twisting the fabric nervously around them. “I forced him to hand over some money so I could book a flight and try to build a life, and then I just left him.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jessica cursed under her breath. Suddenly elated, she rose up to her feet and began pacing, a smile spreading over her lips. “You’re his fucking weakness–you’re his goddamn kryptonite! With you we might have a chance to bring him down!”
Remembering how she’d thought you were stalking her for him, fear crept its way up your spine like a trail of cold fingers. You didn’t like the thought of him being this close to you again–of being in the same city–not after everything he’d put you through. Not after how long it’d taken for you to move on past what he’d done to you.
“He’s here? In New York?” you asked her nervously. "You're sure of that?"
“Have you seen the news?” Jessica said, abruptly turning towards you and halting her pacing. “The Hope Shlottman story?”
“I wondered if that was him,” you admitted shamefully, hating that he’d found another victim to abuse. “I just didn’t want to believe it.”
“He’s been looking for me,” Jessica continued, her expression turning grim. “Six months ago I managed to get away from him, too. He discovered I had abilities–super strength.”
“That explains the alleyway before I passed out,” you muttered.
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Jessica apologized, grimacing slightly. “I found out where he’d been staying the other day, and there was a room with pictures of me printed out everywhere. Like serious stalker vibes. He showed up and I almost had him. He’d gone back for a framed photo of the two of you that I’d found. So when I saw you running around my block?” She shrugged sheepishly. “I thought maybe it was you following me, taking the photos for him. Spying on me for him."
“I get it,” you replied.
Adjusting your sore body on the torn futon, you sat more upright. Jessica attacking you made far more sense now. She’d endured something similar to what you had with Kilgrave. She’d been trapped under his control, doing things against her will for months. Things that probably still haunted her. You couldn’t hold it against her that she’d assaulted you and demanded answers knowing that he was chasing her down, because honestly you’d have likely done the same thing.
“So what’re you going to do about him looking for you?” you asked her curiously.
“Well, I need him alive,” Jessica replied, running a hand through her hair. “He went after Hope to get my attention, and she became his victim because of me. It’s my fault she’s involved. So I need to find a way to prove his powers are real and that he really did force Hope to kill her parents. I need to find a way to prove that she’s innocent. She doesn’t deserve a life in prison because of what that asshole did to her just to get to me, and maybe there’s a way he’ll get justice in the process.”
“How are you going to prove it?” you asked curiously.
Jessica shrugged. “I don’t know,” she answered bleakly. “The media is crucifying Hope like she’s insane already. But her lawyer is a…friend of mine, if you want to call it that. I’m trying to get her ahead of the bullshit, help fix Hope’s image while I try to figure this all out. We’ve been lining up people to come forward, to testify against Kilgrave and the things he made them do, but it’s not easy. So many crazy fuckers are just making shit up to take the blame off of themselves for crimes they’ve committed. But even with the legitimate testimonies, it won’t be all that believable if I don’t have actual proof of his abilities. And I can’t–I can’t fuck this up. It’s all my fault that Hope is in this situation.”
“I’ll help,” you said, the offer tumbling out of you. “Whatever you need, I’m in.”
One of Jessica’s dark brows slowly rose curiously up onto her forehead. Pushing away from the desk she’d been leaning against, a grin spread over Trish’s lips in something that looked rather triumphant.
“Yeah?” Jessica asked skeptically. “You’d willingly get involved with him again? Put yourself in his path even though you know what he's like? What he can do?”
“I should have stopped him a long time ago,” you shamefully admitted. “Instead of just running off to save myself, I should have dealt with him. I should have done something to stop him from hurting anyone else. And maybe now it’s time I do something about it.”
Sympathy flickered across Jessica’s face briefly before it vanished behind a hard exterior. “Suppose we might have a shot to pull this off then. Especially since you’re immune to him as long as he’s not drugging you with those mystery pills,” she mused. “But there was also a doctor I met while interviewing others who’d been subjected to Kilgrave's powers. He said Kilgrave forced him to save his life by taking kidneys from someone else. Had the doctor perform surgery in an ambulance while he was awake because Kilgrave refused to be put under. Which has me thinking–”
"That anesthesia hinders his powers?" you guessed.
Jessica nodded, a slow grin spreading over her lips. "Yeah,” she answered. “So I'm trying to figure out how to get my hands on some Sufentanil. Maybe it'll work on him, get his guard down. Leave him weak. And having you around with your abilities would be helpful."
With your initial fear finally melting away at discovering that your enemies were actually allies, a small smile slipped onto your lips. Rubbing a hand over one of your sore shoulders, your head tilted curiously to the side.
“I've never met anyone else like me before,” you admitted. “Someone who was different, I mean. Besides Kilgrave and outside of that lab.”
“Well don't go getting any ideas,” Jessica replied. “I'm not some hero. I just lift heavy shit and punch really hard.”
“And save an innocent girl from a terrible, undeserved fate,” you added lightly.
The corners of Jessica’s lips twitched, but the smile never came to her face.
You finished rinsing off your toothbrush and turned off the faucet, your body exhausted, sore, and itching to crawl into bed for the night. You were hoping for a dreamless sleep, though after the events of this evening, you highly doubted Kilgrave wouldn’t be tormenting your unconscious mind. But as you reached over to set your toothbrush back into its place in its stand, you glimpsed your reflection in the mirror from the corner of your eye.
Eyes drifting back up to your own face, you stared at the woman looking back at you. Ever since the conversation you’d had with Jessica and Trish earlier tonight, it felt as if Kilgrave had wrapped his own fist around your throat, his presence nearby now entirely undeniable. You could see the guilt and shame lingering in your eyes as you stood there studying your reflection.
What Kilgrave had done to Hope Shlottman wasn’t Jessica’s fault at all, no matter how much she obviously blamed herself for the girl’s situation. Kilgrave might have been using Hope as a way to get to her, but it was truthfully your fault that he was still loose in the world preying upon whoever he wanted. You'd been a coward for the way you'd fled from him, for the way you'd only thought about getting away and protecting yourself. You’d never tried to stop him, too terrified of what he might do to you if you’d tried.
“And now look what he's done,” you said, your own reflection scolding you.
Who knows how many countless others he’d tortured, controlled, assaulted, and killed. All so that you could have your freedom. So that you could try to deny that other side of yourself in an attempt to be normal. But you weren’t normal and you never would be, it didn’t matter how hard and deep you’d buried those pieces of yourself, you could never completely erase them.
You weren’t normal. You weren't like everyone else. And maybe it was time you faced that head on. Because if you were going to help Jessica and Trish take on Kilgrave–to bring him to justice–you’d need to embrace that part of yourself again. You’d need to dig it back up from where you’d so deeply buried it away inside of yourself.
Still staring at the face in the mirror, the one you'd only glimpsed growing up in the reflection from your glass cell, you leaned forward and rested both of your hands flat on the bathroom counter. The cool stone beneath your palms sent a pleasant chill up through you, and that snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. You needed to focus, to prove that you could still control what was inside of you.
It had been years since you'd truly used your abilities, years since you'd truly tapped into that power hidden in the far recesses of your mind. Inhaling a deep breath to stabilize yourself, your eyelids gently lowered as you reached out in search of it. Holding your breath, you concentrated inward, digging around inside of your own mind. But it was only seconds before you found it sitting there in the back of everything like an electrical current buzzing with energy.
The more you focused on it, coaxing forth the familiar prickle of energy, you started to feel it pulsing within your head, buzzing between your temples. The sensation gradually trickled down your spine like a gentle vibration beneath your skin, the hum of power causing your body temperature to increase. Curling your hands into fists along the cool countertop, you felt it flood you with warmth like the summer sun on your skin.
Exhaling the breath you’d been holding, the air came out in a long, steady stream between your lips. Relief washed over you as you realized that even after years of denial, it still felt like second nature to slip back into this energy. Opening your eyes once more, you stared back at your reflection in the mirror just two feet away as you leaned forward over the sink.
Except now the same eyes you’d just been staring into moments ago weren’t the ones you saw. Instead of the familiar color of your irises watching you, all you saw were the whites of your eyes with their eerie, faint glow.
*gently takes your face in my hands* hey. remember that fandom is for fun. if you're not having fun it is ok to step back. if you're intentionally making it unfun for others it is ok to step back. none of this is real. go sit in the sun and smell a flower. i love you.
This is how I’m sitting in the sun, but yes, taking a step back shouldn’t be shamed, breaks are healthy, and helpful for your mental and physical health.
Don’t ruin fandoms by being hateful and toxic, it’s already hard on here sometimes and people come here to escape for fuck sake. Let’s not ruin peaceful spaces with stupid shit.
Diabolito is relaxing after Comic Con, but he’s sending Bakeneko from Bob’s Burgers on the next adventure. With being experienced in the “Big World” with Hooman, there were many things to learn. Bakeneko is taking his mission very seriously 🩵
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Me in an existential crisis; “Maybe I don’t really even LIKE Daredevil that much. I mean, what if I’m forcing myself to like something for the serotonin?”
So for like 3-4 years we had a gigantic old mama rabbit who lived behind our garage (she was there when we moved in), we called her Clover. Big wiley bun, could outrun the dogs, knew how to outsmart them, where to safely set up her nests. We had multiple litters of baby buns back where the dogs couldn't go. She was a queen of a rabbit, a master of cunning moves. May she rest in peace (not seen this year, I suspect old age got her, which is rare for a cottontail. Well done, sweet Clover).
Now? A new mama bun appears to have ascended. And she's even bigger. I choose to believe this is one of Clover's kits. She's an absolute behemoth of a bun. I love her. Take your rightful place in the circle of life (the now free and safe from pesticides/predators nesting place behind our garage).
I can't find it, does anyone have a link to that comic where there's a knight standing over a beaten dragon thing and it's saying things like 'it will never change' and the knight says hush or something, a big explosion of golden light. And then it's a little baby, and the knight carries it off saying we'll try again?
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report and block. i'd also appreciate it if you shared this post, bc that blog was JUST created and was already tagging a LOT of people, and i know not everyone has the scam-sensing instinct, even if this might seem obvious to some.
