#interdimensional-chaos

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Caretaker guided her to the ground, and supported her as she fell asleep.

Caretaker guided her to the ground, and supported her as she fell asleep. She looked so peaceful like that. Caretaker wondered who could've had the heart to wound her so badly. Who could've had the heart to take away her freedom, her autonomy, her body, her mind.

It didn't matter.

Whoever it was, Caretaker was going to hunt them down.

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Ronan woke up with a ring gag in his mouth. Small petrusions dug into his teeth and tongue, not enough to hurt, but just enough to aggravate.

His apparent captor reclined on an armchair across from him, lightly tanned face neutral behind her darkly tinted sunglasses.

The only thing that moved was her short black hair, which Ronan suddenly realized weren't dreads, but small black snakes that flicked their tongues out from time to time. Weaving back and forth as if in a perpetual dance.

The monsters thin lips pursed into a disgusted smile. "You noticed," her voice was cold and soft. "Your victims are out of your reach," she said smoothly. "And I'm in a sadistic mood. Normally, I just kill bastards like you. But..." She got up and walked over with the bearing of a general meeting an unruly subordinate. She grabbed a fistful of Ronan's hair and yanked his head back, between her and his restraints pulling his arms and legs behind him his back was forced to arch painfully. He met her eyes, and through the glasses he could almost swear they were a stormy green grey. "I am very curious who you will be, once I let you pick up your pieces."

She let go of his hair and tapped the chains holding him on his knees alone. "Time is your enemy and my ally. You can stay in that stress position, or dislocate your arms and legs. I will return to give you food and water once a day... Cheerio!" And then she was gone.

@EVERYONE WHO WANTED RONAN WHUMPEE - COME GET Y'ALLS JUICE! 🤩

I *LOVED* THIS SO MUCH - and lady whumper for Ronan?!!!! It just works so well!!

I mean the first line had me like 👀👀👀 instantly ahah!

"you're victims are out of your reach" - EEK! I bet he's like...where the fuck are the boys???

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[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I am reading Gideon the Ninth and I love Gideon and Harrow so much. I want to give them a hug. Then I want to grab them by the hair and knock their heads together cause they're both idiots.

An extremely relatable reaction! Hope you're enjoying it, and also hope you maybe probably have the next two book tags blocked, because they're usually hard as fuck to figure out what they mean without context, but DEAR JOD I post a lot of spoilers.

That's one of the main features of TM's characters if you ask me, how they can be so Flawed and so loveable! You want to see them happy and in the case of these two, Experience Better Life, but also they are dumbasses and you occasionally roll your eyes. We love a complex character on this blog.

[luxaofhesperides]

Which season of Old Gods are you on?

just finished season 1!!! im gonna start the next season tomorrow and just binge the whole thing until im caught up

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Melody gave her newest curiosity a day to stew. Enough time to alert the rest of her library, and a few choice allies of the situation.

When it was time, she called the head Archivist to her side.

As always, Alberta wore a simple white Chifron with a simple bun and her golden Owl pin. Her face was pinched more than usual today. Her knuckles white on the sketchbook and drawing kit.

"You disapprove?" Melody asked in their native variant of ancient greek, unlocking the door. She grabbed the supplies and led the way down.

"Not particularly. I just hoped this wouldn't happen in my time."

The Gorgon had no response. The curiosity glared blearily up at her. Alberta took her place in the armchair and started sketching. Melody spritzed the water in his mouth and then squeezed the tube of pureed food down his throat.

All to the scratch scratch of charcoal on paper.

"A or B Lady?"

"B point Five."

Alberta froze, staring up at Melody in concern, then shooting a pitying look at the curiousity- Ronan. It was important to remember he had a name- Before recording his Archive number.

"Any other orders lady?"

"Yes, tell the others to keep weapons on hand but to stay clear of my quarters." Melody held up the Acid clamps. Alberta nodded her understanding and left without a further word. Melody attached the clamps to Ronan's wrist and ankle cuffs, and the strap for the gag.

She set the timer for six hours.

Then left without a word.

(That was all in ancient greek. Once the clocks run out the acid will burn away the metal. Melody will be ready for him.)

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The creature had only spoken in what sounded like utter gibberish to Ronan. It worked like a charm in unsettling his nerves. He couldn't decipher a single word, couldn't gain a scrap of information that could possibly give him the upper hand.

He despised not being in the loop. Painfully unaware of his own fate. At least he allowed his pets the awareness of their purpose...his intentions. This was cowardly.

And the pets...what had she done with the boys? If she had set the pair loose into the world, lost forever - he'd ensure a slow, painful death for the monster.

It felt like an eternity had passed, stuck in his taxing position. His entire body crying out in agony from the chains pulling taut at his limbs, forcing him down to his kness.

But when he heard the light sizzling sound hiss behind him, and the cuffs pressure slowly begin to wither away - he leapt into action.

Ronan growled through the ring gag, pulling with all his might against the chains until the acid clamps finally melted away at the metal and he fell forward on to his front, his face smashing into the ground. With his now free hands, he rips the ring gag away and throws it across the room before it's even done burning away the straps.

His muscles weigh him down like lead, exhausted and wobbly he tries to climb to the top of the steps and reach the door. He pounds his fists against the door, ramming his body weight into it to try and barge it down. But it doesn't give. It stands proud before him, taunting him that freedom is just on the other side.

He drains all his energy trying to tear it down before he finally decides to draw the creature back down to him. He slides his back against the door and sits out of breath on the top step.

"Get down here and fucking face me, NOW!"

He didn't expect for her to actually unlock and swing the door open, glaring down at him as he falls backwards against her.

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[divinituscaptivus]

Melatonin

The ancient, once again, was finding sleep to be elusive prey. So when he was offered some melatonin, he gratefully accepted the gift of medicine from his attendant, chasing it with water and flopping back on his massive bed. Hopefully this would work.