Summary: After the Devil was defeated by Asra and Raine(MC), Vesuvia gradually began to rebuild itself. But no one could have predicted the unknown dangers coming after. Luckily, someone has come to help lay those dangers to rest.
āSTOP IN THE NAME OF THE LAW! THIEF!ā
I push myself through small crowds in the street. My eyes scan the multiple alleyways decorated with ceramic pots, baskets, and textiles that hang over the stone walls. Iām searching for a way out of this maze of a marketplace, but I have no idea where Iām going. If I choose the wrong way I might accidentally get trapped in a dead end, and then Iāll be screwed.
In one hand I squeeze a golden capsule and pull it close to me. My heartbeat pounds in my chest, and I can feel the pulse ringing in my ears. Continuing on in strides, I can still hear the shouts and the squeaking of metal of the guards following behind me. My head is on a constant swivel, and I donāt care how much my legs burn, or how much my feet ache at this point. At any rate, Iāll run out of land and hit the docks if I donāt act soon.
Then, to my right, I see an opening near a medicinal shop, and quickly duck and slide into it. I turn to look back for the guards as Iām running through, but I slam straight into someone almost immediately. When I step back, I take a minute to realize just how huge this individual is. Their eyes are cold and dark, and they pierce right into my gaze, and they take up most if not all of the room in this street. A shiver zips down my spine, like an instinctive scream to turn around and run back the way I came.
āI-Iām sorry, I-ā
I trip over my feet when I take a few steps back, and stumble right back into the marketplace street, and the guards do not even hesitate to act. Iām hit in the head with the back of one of the spears and knocked to the floor. One of the guards pins me while the other rips the capsule from my grasp. I try to fight back, reason, call out of help, and plead. I try to do anything that can get me out of this jam, but my vision starts to go blurry, and light starts to fade from my view. The last thing I see are the metal plates of a guardās boot before inevitably passing out.
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No.
This cannot be the end. I need to get that capsule back. I need to. Itās the only way Iāll be able to save Vesuvia. Itās the only way Iāll be able to save them. I've got to get it back.
Lost...
ā¦
What?
āGhā¦ā
My eyes slowly open to a low orange light illuminating my left side. I try to blink away the dark spots in my vision, but my eyelids are heavy, and the first thing that I can make out are my hands. They are bound together by iron shackles and are numb and cold. I close my eyes again, giving myself a chance to recoup.
Someone has evidently propped me up against a cold stone wall, shackled me, and left me hunched over on the floor for who knows how long. My legs and feet feel numb, like blood is struggling to circulate through my limbs from how long I have been here.
For this moment, instead of sight, I take in the sounds around me. But thereās nothing. It feels vacant, obsolete, and remote. You could hear a pin drop if someone were to. There wasnāt even a footstep that I could even listen for. The only thing that would occasionally make noise was where the orange light was emitting from. Youād hear a very light crackle or pop, but nothing more than that.
Itās strange to say it though. I could have sworn I heard someone speaking to me.
The darkness is enticing, almost as if itās calling me back to sleep, but then a sharp pain from the back of my head snaps me out of it. I go to rub the back of my head with my hands, and I can feel a large bump on where I was knocked out by the spear. I curse under my breath from the pain.
I reach for my neck and fiddle with the small chain, sighing in relief.
It's still there. Good.
The chains clink as I drop my hands back into my lap and try to give it another go at looking around. Luckily the dark spots have disappeared, and I am able to get a full view ofā¦the cell.
They put me in a cell. Of course. Duh.
Old stone walls and dusty floors make up the room, and to my left are thick bars of steel. The spaces in between them are way too small for me to slide through, and even if I were able to do that, Iām still chained to the wall. The crackle and popping noises are coming from a torch hung up on a mantle bolted to the wall. Looking around, thereās not much in this room. Just me, the torch, the chains, and the stupid nauseating pain in the back of my head.
With a twist, I turn onto my knees and push myself up the stone wall. The weight of gravity piles on me as I stand and has me leaning my arm against the wall for support. I can feel the back of my legs tingle like a disconnected holoscreen as blood begins to circulate down my calves. Moving my legs becomes a tedious activity when every step becomes a tango of pricks into the soles of my feet. But still, I somehow manage to stagger towards the bars of the cell and press my hands up against the cold steel.
Looking around, thereās only a few lights illuminating the hallway of where Iām at, but thereās another cell across from mine, dark and vacant. Seems like I might be the only one here. Weird.
āHello?ā I call out, āIs anybody there?ā. But nobody answers.
Try again. I think to myself.
āIs there a guard around? Hello?ā This time a little louder than the first, but still even then nobody answers me calling out.
I press my forehead against the bars in defeat. Closing my eyes, I back track the events before I got here.
I was in a very deserted part of Vesuvia, much like the holding cell Iām in now.
They saw me with the capsule and immediately thought I stole it, and I started running away after they began chasing me with weapons drawn. I ran through the saturated reds of fabric laid about the street, and then farther down to a more local part of town, thinking I could lose them. I swung into a nearby street and then...
...
I pause for a minute.
-and then what? Why did I leave the street? Was it a dead end or...? No couldnāt possibly be. It was a medicinal corner store. That had to be a street or a passing alleyway, not a dead end. Iām almost positive.
My heart aches a little, and a dreadful sensation crashes down on me.
Why am I feeling like this? Why do I feel so terrified? What did I see on that street?
I had the capsule in my hand and everything, why was I so scared?
āI donāt remember.ā I say to myself.
āDonāt remember what?ā
My body slams itself against a wall and I let out a loud gasp.
There, on the other side of the steel barred wall, is a very small child. They look about twelve years old, maybe younger. Olive skin, brown hair, and a whole lot of freckles on their face and hands.
āAre you a criminal?ā They ask without any hesitation.
āW-Why..Why would you think that?ā I say, trying to catch my breath.
āBecause I saw a guard drag you in here by the feet a couple aā hours ago.ā
ā...ā
āFor your information, no. I am not a criminal. I was just charged with a crime that I didnāt commit, and got my belongings taken away from me.ā I say.
Oh my god. I thought. That's exactly what a criminal would say.
āOh, you mean that golden thingy? Thatās actually yours?ā Their say as their eyes widen.
āYeah. Youāve seen it?āĀ
āYeah! The guard tried to open it, and then they said it was cursed or somethingā¦said that they saw something in it, or thatās what they thought.ā
āDo you know where they went? Or are they still here?ā I ask.
āNah, they left. Theyāre bringing it to the countess at the palace.ā
āThatās not too far then, probably upstairs.ā I half smile. This was going to be easy.
āWhat do you mean?ā The kid tilts his head.
āWeāre in the dungeons below the palace, right? So, if I get out and head upstairs, I can find out where the golden 'thingy' went.ā
The kid scoffs, āYou wish. Weāre in the holding cells of the coliseum right now.ā
That feeling of dread returns. My face drops, my half smile turns into a sour scowl. I place my head in my hands and then smooth back my hair, and a sharp inhale follows after.
āWhy on earth would they put a convicted criminal in a holding cell of a coliseum?ā I ask myself.
āProbably because theyāre going to put you into a gladiator fight soon.ā The kid says, rocking back and forth on their heels.
ā...Iām sorry...?ā
āYeah, thatās usually what happens. Count Lucio holds gladiator fights. My dad is going to be fighting the Scourge soon.ā
My heart skips a beat for a second. I can feel another feeling of dread coming on, but I manage to push through it and get a half smile back onto my face. Continuing on with keeping up the conversation.
āThe Scourge?ā I ask, āWhoās the Scourge?ā
āYāknow, the Scourge of the South?ā
I shrug unknowingly, and the kid goes ballistic.
āYouāve never heard of the Scourge?!ā They gawk at me, and throw their hands up in disbelief, āHeās known as the STRONGEST gladiator of them all. Heās brutal, a living predator! But that all ends today.ā
āHow come?ā
āBecause PapĆ”, mi PapĆ”, is fighting him next, and heās going to crush him!ā The kid pounds their first into their hand.
āYour dad is fighting the strongest gladiator of them all?ā I ask.
āYep.ā
ā-and youāre positive heās going to win?ā
āYep!ā
āHow do you know?ā
āBecause...ā They ponder for a moment, āBecause PapĆ” is the best! Heās really strong too!ā
āUh huh. Whatās his name?ā
The kid smirks and puffs out their chest, āLA BESTIA D' ĆPICE!ā They announce.
That must've been their dad's gladiator alias.
I scoff a little, "Nice, but I meant his actual name.ā
āOh. Luis. Luis Perero.ā
ā-and yours?ā I ask.
āPiero. Piero Perero.ā
āNice to meet you Piero, you have a very punctual name.ā
āMamĆ” gave it to me. She said itās because Iām tough just like PapĆ”.ā They boast.
āWell, Piero. I have to get out of here and get my belongings back. Do you know how I might be able to?ā
āUhm...ā Piero looks down at their hands and fiddles with them, āThere is the Wardenās office, but nobody is allowed in there. It has the key to every cell in the colosseum.ā
āDo you think, maybe, you could grab it for me? I really, really need to leave.ā I say while clasping my hands together. I don't really have much time before...
Piero thinks for a minute. They seem nervous, but their face brightens up.
āI will, but you need to promise me youāll come see PapĆ”ās match with me. Deal?ā
āWouldnāt miss it. Deal.ā I nod in agreement.
Piero nods back, and then turns and runs.
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-IN THE PALACE LIBRARY-
-NADIAāS POV-
As if today couldnāt get any worse. First it was the speech in the Flooded District, and now it seems that thereās supposedly a stolen cursed parcel that needs my attention. It does not seem like anything today is going right.
I lightly massage my temples with the tips of my fingers. The guards are going back and forth with each other, explaining in grand detail about a very certain thief. Although, it seems that one of them is telling more about the wild goose chase with an exaggerated manner.
āThey wore all black, dark brown hair, very small. Very quick. We chased them all the way right from Red Street to the marketplace in Central City, and I thought we were going to lose them, but they reached a dead end. Oh gods, Countess, it was extremely exhausting.ā The guard with dark blue hair says.
āWell, I commend your bravery and commitment, but I must ask about that parcel that you managed to take from them. How did you know it was stolen?āĀ
āWe didnāt-ā The depilated headed guard goes to speak, but his colleague obtrudes.
āWe did not. But they looked suspicious enough for us to intervene, and when they noticed us, thatās when they started running. So, itās obvious that they stole it.ā
āAh. I see.ā
Prior to this issue, I was looking at a map of the Flooded District with Aisha, Salim, and Julian. We were going to conduct some research on how to drain the water from the streets. With hope that we could make the area have livable standards, and possibly persuade the manifold of wandering merchants to return.
But now, we all crowd around five golden coins, and a golden parcel with a cracked jewel sitting on top. I pick up the parcel and examine it.
āIāve never seen anything like it.ā Salim says.
āAnd weāve seen plenty of things.ā Aisha starts, āBut nothing like that.ā
āDid you, uh, drop it?ā Julian asks the guards, ā-or was the gem already cracked before you took it?ā
āIt started cracking when we tried to open it.ā The blue haired guard states.
āWhen you tried to open it, Emicia.ā The other guard corrects.
āWell, itās not my fault you got uncomfortable.ā Emicia sneers.
As they bicker, I notice an engraving on both sides of the parcel. Upon inspection, the engraving looks almost new, like someone has been taking well care of it. Besides the cracked jewel, there arenāt any scratches or buffs. Which doesn't make much sense since they saw this on Red Street. The street used to be a busy merchantās place but lost its lacquer ever since the plague. Itās essentially abandoned as of now. If anyone were to discover something from there, theyād indubitably find it on the ground somewhere in the dirt.
On the top of the golden parcel, engraved on the lip that holds the jewel it reads:
LIVRES 24 ā¶
I lift the bottom of the parcel up to see the rest, and instead, the writing is different. There's a significant change, the letters are oversized and are compressed together more. Even though its type of font appears to look the same, this writing remains illegible.
āInteresting.ā Julian says, peering over my shoulder. āItās the same worded engraving as the coins.ā
He holds up one of the coins next to the parcel.
"You're saying they're the same thing?" Aisha grabs hold of a coin. "Not entirely impossible, but if it is, magic is behind it."
"Or perhaps that's the person's name." Salim eyed it. "Livres could be a nickname, or an alias. Could be stamp, or maybe they just like the currency.
"Who on earth would name their child after a form of currency?" Julian scoffs.
While they theorize about the capsule and the engraving, Julian and I furrow our brows almost simultaneously.
"I'll have to talk to Asra and Raine about it. I understand you both are well versed in these types of peculiarities, but I don't want another thing burdening your shoulders after what Lucio put you through." I rub my shoulder, feeling the weight of a Countess start to sink into my muscles.
"When this is figured out, I'm prescribing a long rest, and perhaps a spa day, Countess." Julian smirks a little, trying to ease the tension. It does some wonders. He can see the creases in my brow slowly unfold as I take a breath, thankful that he's around.
"That would be very much appreciated, Doctor." I feel a slight comfort knowing that someone can sense the tension building. Especially after everything, it was Doctor Devorak- Julian who had been checking in on me and my daily tasks.
I nod, and take the coins and parcel and place them into a small purple sack. It doesn't take long for stress to build up again, but I cover it up with a thick blanket of bravery and courage. 'I am a countess. I have responsibilities'. There is no time for moping about and pitying the situation.
"We'll have to tell them about all of this. I hope they've arrived home on time. Otherwise this issue will get even more complicated than it already is."
"There's only one way to know, Countess." Julian's eye meets mine, a soft look of reassurance.
"Then we should go right away."
Soon, we're off to the Magicians' shop, leaving Salim and Aisha behind to finish the mapping of the Flooded District.
It's not a surprise that magic is found Vesuvia, and definitely not surprising that the issue with it was tedious.
What frightened me more than I had liked to admit, was in the midst of watching the parcel, I could've sworn I saw someone, a shadow perhaps, inside of the gem.
I finished a new fic couple of days ago and totally forgot to post about it here lol. I wanted to write something like this for the reds since like forever and I finally did it!! Hope you guys enjoy <3
pairings: Brick Jojo x Blossom Utonium (from PPG)
tags: fluff, smut, PWP, established relationship, aged-up characters
summary: A sexy, love-filled night between Blossom and Brick, where they make sure to let each other know how much they're loved. Brick is very eager to get a taste of his loving girlfriend, teasing the life out of her in the process.
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āWant to hear something cheesy? As in, unusually cheesy, even for me?ā
The red ruff chuckled, petting her head. āJeez, Bloss, cheesier than your usual cheesy? Damn, drowned this one in cheddar?ā
āHaha. So funny, Brick. Seriously, wanna hear it?ā
He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. Gosh, he loved her hair - it was so silky and long, so perfectly soft, and smelled so much like strawberries and vanilla.
āYeah, āf course. Shoot, Pinky.ā
āNow that Iām thinking about it, I never used to believe in the idea of soulmates or anything like that before we started dating. And now, I donāt have to believe in it, IĀ feelĀ it. I donāt believe that we are soulmates, because IĀ knowĀ we are. I know I was completely made for you and that you were made for me, Brick Jojo.ā
i dont know if anyone is currently awake, but if so, please, talk to me. i'm in pain and scared and alone.
for anyone who doesn't know i have a minor heart disease (nothing too bad, nothing deadly, don't worry!), but also EXTREME hypochondria, a type of excessive health anxiety. yeah, fun combo, i know. basicaly what this means is, even though i logically know it's just my disease, my brain keeps telling me it's something much worse and i panic, therefore having an anxiety attack.
what helps me a lot through these is talking to somone, but i can't currently do that since:
1. my sister, even though next to me, is asleep
2. my father is also asleep
3. so are my friends
please, talk to me if you can! about anything and everything!!
my new fic "If The Cabin Walls Could Talk" is now posted on my Ao3 account!! I actually started writing this a while ago but never finished until now. It was supposed to be a cute one shot and it turned into 12k words and a two shot. Oh well. Hope you enjoy!
pairings: Kristoff Bjorgman x Princess Anna (from Frozen)
tags: fluff, smut, a littleee angst, hurt/comfort, first time, loss of virginity, ao3
summary: Kristoff and Anna take a trip up to Kristoff's long forgotten cabin as a little romantic getaway, trying to reawaken the spark Anna feels that they've lost. Kristoff, caught up in his own worries for the future, is uncomfortable with the amount of privacy they have, afraid they will do something stupid and ruin Anna's reputation. However, the young couple is far too attracted to each other to resist... Besides, what happens in the cabin stays in the cabin, right?
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āDo you not want me?ā She asked, her voice full of confusion and sadness. She knew she wasnāt anything too special, but was she really so repulsive to himā¦?
āAnnaā¦ā How could he tell her that he wanted her more than anything else? That there wasnāt one ice-harvesting trip where he didnāt think of having her all for himself? That his greatest dream was getting married and the blissful wedding night that would come after?Ā
He reached for the door.
āNo, Kristoff, you donāt get to hide in the stable with Sven! Answer me! Do you not want me?ā
āItās not that, Annaā¦ā He slightly opened the door.
āThen what is it?! Whatās wrong, then?! What are you so afraid of?!ā
His restraints, like a rope thatās been stretched too far, burst.
āIām afraid that, by being with me, youāre going to ruin your future chances, Anna!ā He yelled, finally turning to her.
i'm sick so i really really felt like i needed some of this toothrotting fluff
and i think i might be back in peter b. parker brainrot soo hope you enjoy!!
pairings: Peter B. Parker (from Spiderman: Spiderverse) x fem! reader
tags: fluff, cuddling, kissing, Peter and reader are engaged
summary: one warm, lazy morning Peter and you share
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"Mmhh.." You mumble as your eyes slowly open, getting used to the sunlight which passed your blinds and lit up your room.
It was early, you knew. The alarm you set for 9 AM still hasn't rang, and the warm body next to you was, well, still asleep. Either your fiance slept in with you, or you had the pleasure of waking up before him.
One strong bicep is wrapped around you, holding you as if you were his life-sized teddy bear. You try to wiggle out of his arms to get up, but he doesn't let you, tightening his half-asleep grip.
"Mh, honey? You awake?"
You ask, turning to face him. He's letting out soft little snores as you cuddle close to his chest.
"C'mon, Spidey, wake up..." You press kisses into his stubbled jaw, trying to gently stir him awake.
Peter groaned, not very pleased to wake up.
"Mornin', hun..." He sleepily hummed into your hair, greedy hands running to grab at your flesh and feel your skin pressed to his. His calloused palms went under the hem of his T-shirt you always wore to sleep, grabbing a handful of your tighs.
"Peter!" You laugh as you feel him kneed your curves, almost as if he was making sure that you were actually there, next to him. Suddenly, his strong arms pull you too him, flipping you to be spread on top of his chest. You cuddled into his dad-bod, letting him twirl your hair between his fingers.
"How'd you sleep, babe?"
"Like. A. Baby. Literally never better. In fact, I could sleep even more, yeah?"
He manhandles you again, pressing you to him as if he was holding a stuffed animal, your face completely pressed into a large, naked bicep. You bite at his muscles gently, as if trying to wake him up.
"Peter, we need to get up! We have that meeting with the wedding planner at ten!"
"We'll call, reschedule. She'll get it. I mean, c'mon, we can't be the fist engaged couple who didn't show up to a meeting 'cause they couldn't get out of bed"
You groaned, trying to push his much heavier and much stronger body from under the covers. Your future husband didn't move an inch, which made you bring out the only other thing you knew would get him up.
"Oh, I guess you aren't as excited for the wedding as I am..." You sigh dramatically, turning away from him. His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly agape as he exclaims "No!"
Peter grabs you, hugging you tightly, placing wet, messy kisses over your entire face. Like a dog, you thought.
"No, I'm so excited to marry you, hun! You have no idea- It's all I can think about! I can't wait, seriously, I can't wait for you to be all mine! 'Kay, baby?"
You chuckle at your fiance's desparate attempt to reassure you, slowly kissing his chapped lips.
"C'mon, lets make breakfast. I was thinking waffles?"
He smiles wide, kissing you back with a glint in his eyes.
"If I ever say no to your homemade waffles, assume that it's not me and tackle me to do ground"
You and your future husband, your Spiderman, made your way to your kitchen, laughing and kissing in your pyjamas.
Chapter 7 of "Moments Unwritten" - Sweet Punishment
i've recently been so deep into my "Under The Oak Tree" brianrot that I completely neglected my other fics oops-
also idk what possesed me but this is HEAVY smut (like PWP) and also a littleee non-canon bc we all know Riftan would never dare speak to Maxi like this
but when he's very jealous and a little under the influence of alcohol thošš
pairings: Riftan Calypse x Maximilian Calypse (from Under The Oak Tree)
tags: smut, plot what plot, rough sex, blowjob, fingering, creampie, dirty talk, slight dom/sub, mentions of drinking, slight jealousy, ao3
summary: After Maxi unintentionally flirts with another knight during Riftan's banquet, he decided to punish her with his own methods.
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Maxi fully expected him to bring out the whips and chains - or worse, to beat her with his bare hands - and she wasnāt sure she would be able to take it. The thought of those same hands which made her dishwell in his arms, the ones which held her cheek so gently as he kissed her, the same ones that made her come an endless amount of times and gently stroked her back afterwards - the thought of those same hands beating her, leaving her with bruises, broken bones and in so much pain, was too much for her to handle. She wasnāt sure if sheād be able to continue on from bearing that much pain - no, she was sure sheād die on the spot, not because of her physical injuries, but because of a broken heart.
Instead, Riftan kissed her.
His kiss was hungry, starving, prodding her mouth with his tongue boldly. He demanded entrance in her mouth, and she had no way to say no - and not as if she wanted to, anyway. She tasted hard liquor on his tongue, the feeling of even more alcohol slowly pulling her to a hazy state of mind. Maxi hadnāt even noticed that his calloused palms traced their way down to her rear, greedily grabbing at the flesh.
Chapter 6 of "Moments Unwritten" - Warm Baths And Warmer Discussions
i'm back at it again with my maxi x riftan brainrot. i know i said i will post one chapter a week, but i desparately needed some fluff, so this week is a double chapter!!
pairings: Riftan Calypse x Maximilian Calypse (from Under The Oak Tree)
tags: sooo much fluff, implied sexual themes, these two seriously need to stop being so goddamned cute and in love, ao3
summary: Maxi and Riftan share a warm bath after an exhausting day, endulging in warm conversations about their past as they wash one another.
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ā...Besides, Iā¦ I wanted to come home as soon as possible. I hated the thought of you having to sleep alone, and- Well, I wasnāt so sure Iād be able to bat an eye without you, tooā¦ā He murmured, a little embarrassed of his own neediness. However, all of his embarrassment went flying as the redhead giggled, opening her arms wide.
āC-come hereāĀ
He gladly obliged, resting his tired head on her small shoulder. Her husband nuzzled his nose against her crimson curls, taking in her enchanting smell. With his arms locked around her waist and hers softly soothing his muscled back, Riftan tiredly whispered in her ear: āGod, Maxiā¦ What do you do to me? How do you make me this addicted to you..? I used to be untameable, independent, self-sufficient! And now, wellā¦ā
He let out a small laugh, pressing a peck on the warm skin of her neck.
āAnd now Iām completely at your mercy, Maximilian.ā
Her face matched her hair as she lightly tapped his shoulder, yelping: āRiftan! Stop s-saying things like that!āĀ
She wiggled out of his hold, turning her back to him so that she could remove the cloth covering her breast.
āThings like what? The truth?ā He laughed as he stepped to her, wrapping arms around her once again from the behind.
my dash is feeling empty, so please reblog/comment if you post about your writing! i want to follow more people and get more taglists to add myself to.
bonus points if you write scifi, horror, and/or are deep into worldbuilding!
New chapter of "Moments Unwritten" is now posted!! what's with me nowadays and adding a touch of angst in everything?? idk why, angst just makes even fluff and smut better
pairings: Riftan Calypso x Maximilian Calypso (from Under The Oak Tree)
tags: fluff, a littleee angst, implied smut, ao3, finally some communication between these two
summary: Maxi feels as if Riftan is, although unintentionally, neglecting her, so she tries to attain his attention once again by wearing his tunic.
click here to read the whole thing!!
āMissed me? What do you mean you āmissed meā? I havenāt gone anywhere!ā
His wife sighed a little, tears pricking up in the corners of her eyes. One of them rolled down her cheek, the tear glowing as the fire from the fireplace lit up her saddened face.
āMaxiā¦ What happened? Are youā¦ Upset with me?ā He asks a little unsure, wiping her cheeks of tears with his thumbs gently.
āR-riftanā¦ Do youā¦ Do you not f-feel for me?ā Maxi barely asked, frightened by the grave silence that followed. Her vision was getting completely blurred with tears with each passing second of her husband's silence.
āFeel for you?ā The large man repeated in a low voice, his tone confused and hurt.
Max bit her lip, avoiding adding anything else, yet she knew she had to. Now that she brought this topic up, she had to finish it.
Hii everyone!!! Just a quick reminder, this blog is definitely NOT dead. I'm still here, and I still write, however, life's been hectic lately and I don't have much free time to post on here.
HOWEVER!!!
There will definitely be some changes coming with the new year. A lot has changed, including my writing and favorite fandoms, which is why this blog will be changing a little as well.
As much as I love all of you and all your ideas, I have to cancel requests. I've had so much fun doing them, however it has become a new daily task for me and it sorta sucked out the fun and creativity out of writing. I've taken a break to really reconnect with the kind of writing and stories that I love to do, and now that I'm back on all platforms, you will see much more of that!
From now on, this blog will be mainly just for writting. For shitposts, memes and really anything that comes to mind, follow my other blog @definitelynotvegetables !!
I cincerely hope all of you understand. I love you guysšš
some brooding, mentaly-ill guy with a shit ton of regrets about his life's choices AND the sweetest person in the world that he's forced to hang out with
sometimes i wake up and i'm like "the world is a cold, dying place with no chance of escaping the slowly approaching death" and then my cat meows and everything is fine again
basically get a cat if you struggle with existential crisises
I have this skill where I hear one note of a Taylor Swift song somewhere in public and my spine straightens and my head tilts up like I am the goddamn winter soldier being activated but instead of going on a murder spree I just say to my friends "Taylor Swift is playing" and they think I'm insane
