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[tyrantfe]

hi does anyone know where to read the newly released English novel online for broke twst fans? tanks

[bluestringpuppeteer]

Legato has been mostly ignoring the other occupant of Knives' home, partly because he doesn't like the idea of Knives being so enamored with another human and partly because he doesn't really have much to say to him. Especially after the incident between Badou and Knives in the forest where the Plant came back mauled.

He's been tolerating the other human for Knives' sake. Ignore him and it will be fine for both of them.

Now though Legato is a mess, and he knew he'd have a bad reaction to this stuff but he hadn't anticipated it being quite this awful. After the second mirror he'd broken in terror he and Knives had turned or covered all the rest of the reflective surfaces they could find, giving him a chance to breathe without feeling like the home he was staying in was a minefield.

He was sat on the couch, the house smelling of a pot roast he had cooking, a cup of tea in his hands, when the door opened and the other human occupant walked in. Legato turned his head just enough to visually acknowledge him before curling even smaller on the couch.

Both hands were bandaged from glass cuts, his coat was missing, he looked disheveled and exhausted. He'd convinced Knives he was alright for the moment while the Plant went to get more groceries but now he was left with nothing to do to distract himself from the images on repeat in his head. The only available distraction now was...

"You're back," he says quietly, voice rough from his screaming panic earlier. "I don't suppose you've found more then anyone else about this mess?"

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[enduringdevotion]

Gotta Stop Meeting Like This ||@brokeassgoing/@hypnoticallycaucasian||

Astarion was nowhere to be seen. At least, not from what Nico's been able to track down on his own. All he has to go on is a title;

The Pale Horror.

Pointed ears, pale skin, dark leathers. All you will see is the gleam of red in the dark before you're butchered and drained alive. Sounded like his father when in killer mode, which would only make sense with his kidnapping. Roberto will be furious when he finds out.

He hopes his old man at least was okay. He hadn't heard a damn thing about him.

It's your fault I died, kid. It'll be yours if I die again.

"Ugh, shut up." This must be what the moss felt like. But he's showing no signs of infection. He hasn't seen any black moss either. No pulsating red, no war, no-

Gunfire rips him out of his thoughts, making him jerk back into the street he was in prior. He peers from the corner, noting a familiar figure hauling ass away, cursing at his guns it seems. Jammed, or out of rounds by the sounds of it. Damnit, if only he-

Light bloomed beside him, a pillar slowly prying open just shy of his instinctive reach. Cloth slipped from it, familiar and inviting.

When he rounded the corner, fabric fluttered around him, clasps latching on to one another before clipping to his belt in a rippling mass. He grunts as the massive cross thumps on his hip, a familiar weight as he braces himself. The long end hissed as it sprung open, dark eyes flashing down at the red head behind cover.

"Get your ass moving before you owe me more than a drink." He flashes a grin to the broker before his hand twisted in the skull trigger system.

The machine gun ripped into the street, making the gaggle of cronies howl and scramble to flee. Getting involved in gang business wasn't on his list of things for the day. But if anyone had intel on this place, it was probably the broker himself.

Besides, he missed the weight and near purr of the Punisher clicking away only to be twisted, a flick of his wrist and the reload mechanism activated. Another volley of bullets rained hell on the men as he slowly backed up towards the street he'd come from, keeping an eye out around them and on the broker.

[angelictragedy]

Get In Human, You're Being Moved ||@brokeassgoing||

Nai had thought he'd made plenty of noise clambering into the home. He'd just gotten the news of the home, walked around and given the big puppy dog eyes to Legato for one of the spare rooms being used by Badou. He couldn't just leave his silly human to live with gods knows what or who.

He needed to keep the idiot safe!

The moment he had confirmation he wasted no time when his love went to work to find the human. Age old trauma had him thinking his pet, but Badou never had been a pet. Sure, he had to protect him a lot and care for him when he was in danger, risking his own skin. Or carried cigarettes for the man as an instinctive thing to offer, but he wanted to confide in the man, to reach out to him when he wanted to socialize. A novel concept, but Astarion was helping him to understand the need for more than just his precious human.

Which led them all to now, him in Badou's room, standing over his bed and staring unblinkingly as he slept, impatiently waiting for him to wake up. He thought he'd been loud, but century old instincts kept him quiet as a mouse.

Don't wake him up, that would be rude. He had to remind himself to be patient, even as wings slowly fluffed up in mild irritation.

He opts for his backup plan, pulling out a can, holding it near the man and cracked open the fizzy beverage near his head, hoping the sound and smell of sweetness would do the trick.

[fangsanddaggers]

Bright Lights and Daggered Fangs ||@brokeassgoing||

The well dressed tailor found himself out at night. Well fed from the newly made corpse the other night by Wolfwood - accidental murder is a thing he had to explain - he felt himself better. To bite a living being was still horrific, but human blood didn't have him screaming in horror.

However, here he found himself in the arms of another chaotic event. These people really did enjoy their parties. Over and over and over they find themselves in celebration. It was... Nice.

His nose twitches, head swiveling instantly to seek out black with the flare of wings, maybe the custom made jacket he'd sewn. When chasing the scent, he tracked it to a redhead, eyes trained up on the dazzling display of fireworks. The cigarettes smelt like the type Nicholas used, said he'd given a pack to some random the day he accidentally unalived his last meal.

Long red hair, cigarette, smell of Nai and-

Red eyes glinted with pure evil delight. He inched closer, drinking in the other's scent from behind. Yes, there was Legato as well. their new roommate as of late, the man he had yet to meet face to face.

"So. This is the delicious blood merlot that Nai has been keeping hidden from little ol' starved me, hmm?" The man purred dark, eyes vibrant with glee as he trails claws over the other's cheek, tucking hair behind an ear as his voice dips into something playful. "Truly a buffet size, my my."

[cagcdlxve]

⋆˙⟡ Liked Starter @brokeassgoing

⋆˙⟡ She was sitting on the steps of Tae's abode. Duncan resting in her lap as she leaned against the wall. A blanket draped across her shoulders, despite the weather being plenty warm. But it was not intended to be a shield...

Tae was not in the house at that moment ( Lilith didn't know where she was, just that she couldn't find her ), and unable to fall asleep again, Lilith decided she wanted to be in the sun. She had kept her phone beside her, just in case.... just in case.

Her thoughts were slowed... endlessly foggy with all of the turmoil... so many whys and explanations. There were so many asking her questions, but she couldn't speak. Her body wouldn't let her ( the bruises still strong... the wounds of it all. It hurt the worst in her heart )

In her lap, Duncan began to stir. He'd heard footsteps and looked up to see who it was. It didn't take him long to recognize the stranger, so settled back down. But she made no signs or motions towards the visitor.

[chaoticclaybomber]

It's a bright and sunny morning, still a little on the early side, when there's a tap tap tapping on Badou's window. A pause, then another series of taps. Insistent, impossible to just ignore.

It's a bird, a decently large one, a white speckled belly, brown wings, streaks of black under its eyes, and a sharply hooked beak and talons. It eyes him and taps again, almost impatient.

It has a little rectangular carrying case strapped to its back, marked with a single kanji 喝.

The bird fluttered it's wings at Badou and then turned slightly, as if offering the case to him. Inside was a note written in a pretty, looping hand:

'Hey Badou, you've never met Katsu! She's my messenger falcon, I'm training her to recognize people. You're not going to stay in all day, are you? I made you a gift!

P.s. Don't drop them!'

Rattling in the bottom of the tube are three little brown clay balls, a bit bigger than the size of his thumb.

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[mischiefmodig]

What are you hiding? prompt \ / @brokeassgoing

asked: "I'm not answering the question!"

❝ I believe it is a perfectly reasonable question to ask. ❞ Loki turns the page of his book, barely looking up at the red-headed individual standing before him. The info broker had been doing decently at collecting information for him, but the information was beginning to slow to a halt.

It had been several months at this point and with an island so small, there was no doubt in Loki's mind that Badou had encountered the man.

❝ Everyone has their opinions, so what are yours on Thor? ❞