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that voice in your head telling you that youâd look better skinny is the devil and he needs to be shot in the back of the head execution style
All The Little Things
Description: You work in the PTMC gift shop and after an emergency that requires your specific talents is handled, you find yourself intrigued by a very intimidating doctor. female!reader x trinity santos.
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A job was hard to come by in the city of Pittsburgh, you had been searching for months. Multiple places never got back to you, several had you interview but didnât follow up after that and exactly two let you get all the way to the final step before deciding they didnât want you.
So, here you were. In the PTMC gift shop, working the cash register. It wasnât a terrible gig by any means. Enough to pay the bills at least. But you had really imagined a moreâŠglamorous future after college.Â
âIf you want something nice, we have stuffed animals over in that section. There's also puzzles if she likes that.â You point to the section where beady eyes watch you day in and day out. The woman rubs her tired eyes again and wanders towards the stuffed lions.Â
God, this job was so depressing sometimes. You shudder to imagine what it must be like as a doctor or a nurse, having the lives of these peoples families in your hands. Scary. Downright terrifying.Â
shibari with our red string of fate when?
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Something something you're Price's only heir. Wicked smart, charismatic, elegant. Tongue sharp like a knife and an aim with a rifle that's even sharper. When your mother dies, you fill her void. Take up some of her duties to lessen the load on your father's shoulders. He hates the thought of leaving it all on you, if the day should come that he dies.
So, enter John MacTavish. A knight chosen by Price and the courtier Garrick themselves to be your right-hand. You like him, really. A great leader on the battlefield and a fierce heart. You admire him---grew up with him, even---but you feel something tight in your chest when he kisses your hand, promises nothing but loyalty and peace for your people, when the day comes you both marry.
You should love him, he's perfect, but you don't. Not like that.
Ghost is the only one who knows.
He's been your personal guard for about a decade, now, since Price caught you sneaking out of the castle to play with the common children. Back then, he approached the job with total indifference. Didn't do children. Barely did people. A legendary war machine retired after a long streak of merciless slaughtering in a war cast to avenge your mother's name. Now, reduced to a babysitter for an over-anxious, grieving king too busy for his only child.
Price's most trusted soldier, and Johnny's best friend.
You eventually grow of age, get more curious about the soldier stationed at your door every night and Simon shouldn't be getting so close. You're the softest thing he's ever had the priviledge of protecting, dragging him along for quiet talks, drinks, and exploration during the kingdom's quietest hours.
You're too sweet for a war-torn thing like him. Entrusting him with things neither Johnny or Price know, beconing him over and tucking flowers behind his ears like he hasn't killed kings with his bare hands.
He finds himself sendinh long looks your way when Johnny takes your hand, correxting his stance when you're stolen away from quiet talks in the garden. Pretending he doesn't notice how you don't quite have that same sparkle in your eyes, with Johnny. Pretending it doesn't ache, to hear the Sargeant gush over you.
Ghost had a job to do. Protect you, first and foremost. But still, he can't help but grow soft. Not when you're so unhappy, not when the politcal climate worsens by the day, not when it weighs on you more and more and Price does nothing but pace by his throne.
You come to him one night, teary-eyed and desperate. Saying your father has waged another war against the country who assassinated your mother, saying he's ordered that you and Johnny marry post-haste. Tugging on his hands and pulling him into a corner, away from the ears of rushing soldiers and Johnny's yelled orders. Saying you're running away, never coming back, leaving everything behind.
Come with me, it's the only thing you ever ask of him, voice cracking. I can't stand to see you dying for this stupid war.
He has a duty to protect you, to guide you, to see you off to get married and carry on this war for another decade, maybe two. He has a duty to fight, to serve your father, to die honorably for you.
But who is he to say no to the first person who's ever seen him as more than that?
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I think Flux had expected his death to be greeted with cheers and celebrations. He knows the moment Saps kills him would be the moment true union between islands is achieved. So Flux refused to simply drop dead. No, him and his ego that could defy death thrice didnât have it in himself to just give up, let that blade of Sapsâ pierce right through his heart. Even when Saps is the better fighter out of the two, Flux is stubborn and he refused to lose even when he could feel his breath getting heavier, his knees weak, and vision blurry. They would be so equally matched that Saps would hysterically think to himself: âwhy isnât this guy fucking dead yet.â
His ego wouldnât let him, but then I think a small part of Flux never wanted to die either. No. Even when he lost everything except for Thomas (God, what will Thomas do without him now), Flux refused to simply die, so he kept moving even with the unbearable amount of pain in his body.
Their battle ends not with Saps victoriously holding Flux in his hold, a sword to his chest, but with Saps and Flux on different sides of the colosseumâsilently staring at one another. Saps looked awful, Flux worse.
Regaining what was left of his strength back, Saps ran forward, blade drawn and ready to once again start the duel. But Flux didnât moveâwell, he did, but not in the way Saps expect. Flux didnât start charging back with those angry violet eyes, not did he prepare to block and dodge; all Flux did was let his shoulders sag, sword dropped to the ground with a loud clang, and fall on his knees.
Thousands of questions appeared in Saps head, but one look at the unmoving body clear it all. Flux was dead, it was the only answer that could explain his silence, because Saps knew Flux would fight until his body dropped. He was sure he heard another pair of weapon being dropped to the ground and the sound of someone weeping, but Saps couldnât care less about it at the moment. He did care about the motionless kneeling body however.
Approaching Flux, now lifeless, Saps could finally see the amount of damage he had done. His friendâs usual pristine and clean uniform is now bathed in his own blood, lips chapped and pale, eyes devoid of any hint of emotion. It was a tragic look.
So Saps gently cradled Fluxâs body into his arm, laying him down on the Colosseum floor, and closes the latterâs eyes. There was no roar of applause nor was there a heroic standoff that ended with Saps holding a bloodied sword through Fluxâs chest. Just pure silence, a heavy heart, and a weep coming from the spectator.
Or, the concept of Fluxâs death being from blood loss and not a stab to the gut.
Eldritch horror god disguised as a Nice Helpful Guy who just wants to help you enjoy your stay at the hotel (he is going to trap your soul in the void for all of eternity!!!) >/////> holy freaking shieeettt guys I am actually going kinda insane lol I listened to a bunch of his voice lines and it just keeps getting better and better... PLEASE can he come out tomorrow omg i have one more day before i leave and im just hoping he's the most popular on the vote right now.... His voice lines are so fuckinf good mannn his VA is so talented and apparently worked on stage and stuff đ I love the gentle soft manipulation so much, how he reminds you that it's okay to take a little break, take some time for yourself and relax and enjoy the amenities... And THEN. when he drops the facade and the starts saying the most personally cruel things based on what would hurt each hero the most and HIS VOICE GOING MORE DISTORTED AND DEMONIC AND HIS LAUGHTER AND AAAAAUUGGGHHH HE JUST SEES THEM ALL AS PAWNS gfhfhfdhdhfhfh and yet he just looks like a nice guy!!!!!!;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's just trying to help!!! FUCKKK WND THE FACT HES HOLDING ALL THE KEYS TO THE ROOMS TOO đ”âđ« please please don't kill me Doorman sir I'll worship you forever and i'll do your bidding i promise I'll be a really good employee and I can get soooo many people staying at the hotel i'm really good at it... you can steal my soul or turn me into a husk of what i actually am idc, just spare my physical form and i'll do whatever it takes to help the one who helps ^_^
