hi welcome to the ballpit dimension, which is where i live now /j
do you have a first aid kit? you door is Hard. :)
does the power of god and anime count as a first aid kit because its what i have
uhhhh Sure.
sooooo why did you summon me?
*spins into existence*
*looks around*
how did i get here
*crashes through roof* Hey
the gayng’s all here
*suddenly appears with a flash of lightning*
*sigh* look you can’t just- summon us it doesn’t work like that. there are all sorts of rituals you can’t just- go around summoning things willy-nilly, we are a fire hazard, y’know
when i say “unfollow me if you support trump” im not saying it ironically. no, seriously, if you support trump then i dont want your disgraceful ass to be in any way associated with my blog. get out.
trump and his group of terrorists are currently attempting a coup d’état and occupiying Capitol Hill. supporting trump is supporting fascism and terrorism. period.
Unti, one day, there was a person. A person who would sit next to him and attempt to pet him, even with all his spikes. A person who would play with matches. A person who named him.
Then, he became a partner in crime.
The first thing about being a partner in crime, Spiky realized, was that he was never alone anymore.
In the Before, he would sleep wherever he could find. Alleys, gutters, roofs.
In the After, he could go home- Before, he hadn’t even known what home meant.
And there was always that person- xe would talk to him, constantly filling up the space with an abundance of chatter and warmth.
He hadn’t even realized it Before, but he had never felt warmth.
This person was warmth. Xe was the campfire, crackling and laughing and so, so, wonderful.
And one day, xe was gone.
Spiky- he couldn’t think his name without flinching, that was what xe called him- went back to Before.
And then xe was back, but xe was different.
Xe had a scar over xyr left eye.
Xe looked… sad.
When Spiky sparked, xe flinched.
He curled up alone that night.
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When Spiky went back to the person a few days later- maybe he was being selfish, but he hadn’t wanted to see xem still sad- xe was smiling. Happy, (xe was smiling!) Spiky curled up next to xem, watching xem play with not-matches.
He deflated a bit- xe didn’t want fire xe didn’t want fire xe didn’t want him- but stayed curled up next to xem.
The next day, it was still not-matches.
The day after that, it was still not-matches.
The next day, it was a glowing thing that looked like matches, but wasn’t- Spiky had tested it. And maybe broken it.
But it was okay, because the person laughed, and the next day, it was matches.
the song is hail to the victor by thirty seconds to mars and i did not intend for it to capture the vibe of this so well but it did skldfjlskd
tw: kinda graphic descriptions of murder, blood, misgendering/deadnaming- but the character doesn’t know what gender they are yet, assassination, drugs
Another life, another love
Viktoria was going to be Queen one day.
That was what she said to herself at least, pacing the halls of the castle.
She knew it was a lie. Her mother had been a maid, her father had been a servant, and she-
Well. She was the scum of the earth, it seemed.
The King’s daughter ran past the window outside. Her dress billowed in the wind as she ran, bare feet touching the ground only for a second before lifting off again, almost like a rabbit.
She was beautiful.
Viktoria hated her.
She had everything. She wasn’t avoided like the plague, she was revered and treasured and so pretty Viktoria nearly swooned every time she saw her and-
Viktoria hated her, she reminded herself.
She sighed. A knock at the door she was supposed to be guarding sounded, and she walked over to it, expecting another knight.
It was the Princess’s birthday today, and that meant she was working overtime to get everything set up and everyone in the castle.
She opened the door.
A hand reached out and covered her mouth.
She screamed.
Everything went dark.
Another kill, another drug
Viktoria tiptoed through the shadows.
Like the night, like the night, like the night.
Pressing her back against the door, she calmed her breathing.
In, two, three. Out, two, three.
She took another breath.
She turned the handle of the door. Holding her breath- don’t creak don’t creak don’t creak- she made her way into the room.
The door closed behind her with a soft thump.
The person in the bed stirred slightly. Viktoria padded over to them.
She didn’t know who they were. She rarely did.
She just followed orders.
She pulled a knife out of her pocket.
The person screamed. Blood. And it was over.
Viktoria wiped her knife on her shirt, and slipped back into the shadows.
Another touch, another taste
Viktoria was bored.
She idly twirled her spoon in her hand, mentally calculating the ways you could kill someone with it.
What? She was nothing if not handy.
She took a bite of the food in front of her. Wrinkling her nose- why was it so fancy- she took a look at her surroundings again.
Fancy party? Check. Knights at almost every exit? Check. One exit clear? Check.
She tried to calm her nerves. This job would be easy.
If it weren’t for the fact that she was supposed to kill the King.
Her nerves spiked again. Ha.
She got up. Time to play her part.
Making her way over to the King, she tipped into a curtsy.
“Good evening, my leige.”
The King looked amused. “Good evening-” He glanced at her name tag. “Astra.” He smiled. “What a lovely name.”
Viktoria gagged internally. “Yes, my mother picked it quite well. It means ‘stars’.” She did her best to smile politely back at him.
The King chuckled. “Yes, I know. I do study up on languages, you know.”
Viktoria seethed silently. “Oh of course, my King. How-” She gritted her teeth. “Foolish of me to assume otherwise.”
The King laughed again. “Oh, it’s quite alright, Astra.” He got a wistful look in his eyes. “You know, you remind me of my late wife- your Queen.”
Viktoria had never seen the last Queen, but knew enough about her to know she was nothing like her. Still, she nodded along. “How gracious of you to compare me to someone so lovely.”
The King seemed far away. “You know, she fought to her last breath.” He sighed. “So stubborn, that one.”
Viktoria shakily got a small flask out of her sleeve. She pulled the cork out, and upended the entire thing into his glass. Hastily shoving it back into her sleeve, she smiled. “She sounds perfect.”
The King turned back to her, eyes misty. “She was.”
He shook himself. “Well it seems I have-” He laughed, wiped at his eyes. “Gotten things a bit off track. Was there something you came to tell me?”
“Oh, just that the food was delightful.” She fibbed easily. “Give my compliments to the chef.”
The King beamed. “Oh, that was Flori!” He waved the Princess over. “She made everything! You know, she’s gotten into cooking lately, so I thought-”
Viktoria tuned him out. She needed to get out of here.
The King took a sip of his drink.
Viktoria panicked.
As the King finished his drink, she bolted upright, looking startled. Time to put her acting skills to use.
She hurriedly stood up, making sure to put a deer-in-headlights expression on her face.
The King stood up with her, looking concerned. “Astra?”
She inhaled sharply, turning to him. “I- I have to go.” She said, making sure to trip over her words- and her dress, as she turned to leave.
She sprawled across the floor, letting out a “Dresses.”- as she’d seen many of the more tomboy-ish nobles do.
The King helped her to her feet. “Why do you have to leave?” He asked her, the crease in his forehead deepening.
Viktoria lowered her voice, not quite low enough that it would stop the people now looking on to stop hearing her, but enough that they had to strain.
“Him.” She pointed across the room, making sure to look terrified when there was no one there. “Wait- where did he go?”
The King looked around worriedly. “Who?”
Viktoria bit her lip, made an attempt to look meek. “I'm… not quite sure. He’s been- almost- stalking me, and-” She shivered. “I- I think he might- have a knife.”
The King, despite having obviously seen much more than knives, still nodded seriously.
He led her outside, and when he collapsed, Viktoria did the only thing she could.
She screamed.
Guards came running, and she was escorted safely away.
A grim smile on her face, she put the mask of the scared girl she was playing back on.
Time to see how far she would take this story.
Another night, another war
Viktoria sat on a throne. It was almost hard to believe she’d come this far.
She sighed. She still hasn’t killed her last target.
She- she couldn’t make herself do it. She was loathe to admit it, but she’d fallen quite a bit in love with the Princess- Queen, she reminded herself.
But. Her superiors had ordered today as her last day with Flori.
Unless-
Viktoria shook the thought out of her head. No. She wouldn’t betray her group.
She could, a voice in her head whispered. It would be so easy, just a few slit throats and the job would be done.
She bit her lip. The option was becoming more and more tempting.
Her mind made up, she left the castle.
Another 'what are we fighting for?’
Viktor sat surrounded by blood. So much, it was hard to tell whose was whose.
He trailed a hand through it, thinking. If he could get back to the castle today, he could claim he warded off more assassins. They were all on their guard after the King's… “incident” a few months ago.
And it technically was true. Seeing as he was a part of the Royal family now- he bit back a smile- and they were going to come after him, it wouldn’t be a complete lie.
He set out for the castle.
Another lost to bitter pain
Viktor couldn’t breathe.
How could this have happened, he should have never left, he-
It was his fault.
Flori was dead.
And it was his fault.
Viktor sank into himself, and vowed to never let anyone else get hurt.
Is everybody out here crazy?
Anybody want a war?
Everybody out here crazy
Viktor sat on his throne.
They say he ruled with an iron fist- he knew he had everyone trapped with something much stronger than that.
Revenge.
Viktor smiled cruelly.
My turn.
Outside, people screamed. Viktor paid them no mind.
Hey, my name is Logan/Raven! I am AroAce, Implagender (Non-Binary), and Pronoun Fluid (default to they/them if you don’t know). Welcome to my countdown blog!
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I’ve got posts queued up for all next week! I’m gonna start doing that more often so you guys don’t go without some sort of content for to long like you have been. I’m just hoping some content comes out soon that I can use lmao
