#but open

[xayspancakeee]

so, they released another trailer and—

I don’t know what to feel, storyline wise. gurllll

ugh, guess all will make sense(?) on January 22. ( •̀ - •́ )

[milune-vox]

What dreadful fun

(Just a silco x you one-shot/introductory chapter with a cliffhanger I wrote instead of trying to extinguish the fire dumpster my life has become. Enjoy!) (I'll happily let someone write their own contuniation to this story if it catches their fancy. Do send me a message if interested.) (I might or might not continue this story) (depends on whether or not life keeps trying to murder me I guess, lmao) (TW Canon Typical Violence) https://archiveofourown.org/works/35785090 You were on the main bridge. You felt something prickling under your skin, as you watched the dents in the wood and felt the heaviness in the air. The sky was beautiful, not a cloud in sight, but seemed so distant and cold in its perfection. You shivered, and tried to focus on the people instead. You didn’t find any comfort there either. The soldiers in their dark armour emitted such a strong aura of danger, it seemed to you they were blackholes ready to dismantle you bit by bit if you were to get too close. The citizens were discreet, sullen, submissive, sometimes atrociously contemptuous, all depending on their clothing and the side of the bridge they were heading to, and you picked up on a few words as you passed.

“They ought to close the access, with what’s been happening, these terrorists shouldn’t be allowed-”

“F*ckin’ lowlives-”

Someone spat and you kept going towards the golden city, your step less and less assured.

You had just arrived in the area, or, to be more exact, you had just appeared out of thin air, or woke up there, or- … (the details were inaccessible to you at the moment), and by all accounts, you didn’t know much about the world at all, or yourself. However, what you knew for certain was that this whole thing felt wrong, terribly wrong, and you clenched your teeth, put your head down, and carried on, moved by a deep-seated hope, an idea bright and burning like the sun.

The Academy.

You had heard of it as you’d listen in on passerbys’ chatter, trying to determine who you could turn to in your current situation.

Someone had to know something there. You could see it from where you stood. It was a place radiating with knowledge. Yes, they knew. They had to.

You rearranged the scarf around your head; your ears were getting too sensitive again. It hurt. You picked up everything, from the distant laughter from downtown, to the grumbling, mechanical sounds on the other side…  as well as a strange buzzing. At first, you didn’t mind. But it got louder, and louder, with every step you took, although you were heading in the opposite direction. Whatever it was, it was getting closer. And it was going terribly fast.

Your instinct overtook you. You threw yourself behind a shipment of barrels, right between them and a wooden stall. You curled up in a small ball, protecting your head. At the stall stood a merchant; you glimpsed at his surprised face. He seemed about ready to scold you, when his eyes suddenly left you and his angry expression shifted to horror.

A blinding noise erupted, and the man’s face was split in two by shrapnel.

Just as the first detonation settled, horrified screams erupted everywhere at once.

The man had yet to touch the ground that a salvo of bullets pierced through him, vaporising blood in the air, millions of particles floating for an instant, free of gravity.

He finally touched the ground in a loud thud, and you noticed the screams had died out.

The silence was eerie.

Blood was slowly invading the wooden planks, sipping in between the fissures. You stared at it, and thought it pretty.  Then you glanced at the warm cadaver whose blood it was and blanched. You needed to get out of here.

You couldn’t move. You couldn’t breathe. Everything hurt so badly that it didn’t anymore.

You wondered if you could fall asleep here and there. Just give up on consciousness. Disappear. Maybe you’d wake up somewhere else. As someone else. Perhaps…

Voices. The sound of heavy objects getting dragged, right behind you. The barrels. They were pushing the barrels away.

You almost wanted to laugh. You had woken up the day before, in strange lands, with not even a name to claim as your own, your mind as fresh and blank as that of a newborn baby, and now you were going to die in a random shooting, for a reason that would forever escape you.

There was no knowledge to be found, no mission, no drive, no destination. This was all meaningless. The absurdity felt familiar. Perhaps you had drawn the same conclusions in your previous life- not that you’d ever know for sure.

What you knew was that this horrible truth made for good comedic material.

The merchant. You noticed he wore a wedding ring on his finger. A pretty, humble thing. You could almost see his life, now, every step, every achievement, every disappointment. The family he had built, the work he had strained under in the hopes of saving his children the hardships he had known, without realizing they’d fall prey to hardships he couldn’t imagine, no matter what he did. The sound of boots felt closer, and closer. You really, truly felt like laughing now.

Whoever it was, they were dragging the last of the barrels away, and they would find you, it now was a certainty as palpable as the splinters that had entered your skin as you were nervously clawing at the wood.

It was the same as earlier, when your instinct had kicked in, a split second decision that didn’t even feel like your own.

You uncurled yourself, and laid on the ground with your eyes open to the unforgiving heavens. At this pure, seemingly infinite sight, your eyes filled with tears. Then you laughed. Loudly. You unapologetically cackled. You had never felt so free.

A startled, manly voice stuttered:

"Uh… B… boss?"

Your laughter only doubled.

Finally, the barrel hiding your head from the rest of the world was finally removed. You didn’t take a look at your surroundings. You simply stopped laughing, feeling exposed, raw. It was as if a light had been shoved into your eyes. You closed them. Greeted by an unsettling darkness, you started giggling again.

Then it was your turn to be dragged away, and you let yourself be handled, now unable to suppress the dry cackles rocking your chest, eyes still shut. You were put and held in a kneeling position, but you kept falling, giddy. A sharp slap collided against your cheek, and you’d have flown away if someone wasn’t maintaining you in place from behind. Your jaw ached, your ear rang. You opened your eyes furiously and hissed.

"My ears are sufficiently f*cked up as it is, no need for your input you f*cking piece of shit!"

You didn't know where your retort came from, but it had felt great. You would have snickered at your own words but the awful ringing had definitely cut your hilarity short, and you shook your head trying to make it go away. You weren’t even thinking of your impending doom, now, the high pitched noise was assaulting every single one of your thoughts. 

A brutish looking man was standing in front of you, and seemingly not impressed by your little jab, he spat at you; he had seemed to target your face, and you were thankful that he was bad at aiming. His gob of spit fell a centimeter off your knees.

“Enough”, a sly, detached voice said, and the mountain of a man hurriedly backed off.

The ringing started to subside. You raised your head and pointedly stared at the man who had spoken with such easy authority.

Two faces in one, both heaven and hell contained in a fancy suit. Both handsome and ugly, with a charismatic yet small stature. It felt like having a word on the tip of your tongue. You had seen this man somewhere before, hadn’t you?

[oofluc]

@gallagherstart​​

“  for  the  last  time  . .  NO ,  i  don’t  know  the  single  ladies  dance .  ”

[we-shall-remain]

Tiny baby Menelik, crawling on all fours after his mother’s three enigmas. He cooed, tiny ears pricked forward and little fluffy tail swishing back and forth as he worked on getting his baby limbs to move. Achat, Shtayim, and Shalosh waited for him, Shtayim coming back to nuzzle the boy and encourage him on.

They were off to have a snack and a nap. Very important business for a young prince!

[nexusfoundation]

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[alexanderforhire]

*going up towards Karl’s house*

*looking around carefully yet not being sneaky about his arrival*

[edwardxgood-blog]

He was a glutton. It was the only thing that made sense to the witch. Why else would he be in the only place he could think of possibly seeing her. Not that he was trying to. At least not consciously. He actually hoped that anyone would come along, he definitely wouldn’t mind getting his thoughts somewhere else. Leaning back in the lake water, Edward let his gaze lock on the sliver of moon that barely lit the sky.