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The Widow Nadasdy“I was married once.” Her voice is a low hum and she is content to sit playing with the fiery tips of her hair. She is freshly showered all the carnage is behind her. “It wasn’t my choice. Very little was actually my choice back then. You know how it was for women back then. It didn’t matter what I had to offer as a person or what I wanted, it was about family connections. Social standing and social bettering. You know. Politics.”
She is silent for a moment. “His name was Ferenc. Ferenc Nadasdy. I didn’t love him. I don’t think I can love anyone, but we were good for each other. He wasn’t very smart, but I am. I handled everything, and he went to war and made us all proud. I learned a lot from him. Being married to him kept me safe.”
“He never knew.” She gestures to a spot of blood on the towel. &
Camaraderie behind closed doorsNo matter how many panic attacks she had, it was still horrifying.
Leaving the room in it's current state of chaos had been difficult, and now Lenore feared she had created a bigger scene than Stella and April could have ever, and now everyone was sitting around the table, not talking about Stella and her many grievous faults anymore, but Lenore and her sudden outburst. It certainly didn't help. All Lenore had ever wanted from life was to be normal, and she had been doing a wonderful job faking it until she made it, but all that progress had been undone now. Not even five minutes to ruin months and months of her efforts.
Perhaps April was right. Stella ruins everything for everyone, and everyone but Stella has to deal with the consequences.
She tried to breathe deep and focus on that, but a voice called out, "Lenore? Lenore, where are you?" Despite her panic, she recognized April's voice and thought of what Stella had said about
Peasants can't take directionHere’s a scenario for you. You are in my employment. In return for food and shelter from the dangerous times, I want my homes to be clean, I need food prepared, clothes need to be handled, just housework. I’m not asking you to do anything too complicated. If anything, I’m doing all the complicated work. I’ll handle the finances, and keep the country safe. You just keep the floor under my feet clean, and I will handle this for you.
This isn’t revolutionary, but you don’t seem to understand why I’m calling you to the window. It’s dusty. ”But I just cleaned it.” You protest.
Honey, if its dusty, you didn’t do a good job. This is a warning.
God help you if you steal. What is it? You wanted this coin? Am I not paying you? Did you forget that? Do you think your meals and clothes and
Eyelash WishThere is an eyelash on the girls cheek.
She’s dead now, more blood on the outside then on the inside. Erzsebet looks on, like she always does. She will be branded a necrophiliac in later years because she does not mind the presence of dead things. She’s constantly standing over the bodies, half wondering if the girl will get up and continue her chores, half wondering if all life must end. She doesn’t have sex with the bodies - that would be disgusting - she just likes to look. It makes her feel like God, who gives and takes away.
Reaching down, she touches the girls cold face, the eyelash on her finger now. In a motion, the finger is at her lips and she blows - a wish.
2012 I began 2012 alone and as a pushover, but this was a year of discovery and self improvement. I entered the year burdened with the emotional baggage of 2011, and I had to find a way to handle it. Winter has always been a difficult season for me. The cold brings snow and beauty, in the vast white expanse I tend to feel so small and alone. Sometimes I can’t cope with that. I returned to school for the spring semester and the depression sat so heavy on me. I couldn’t cope with a lot of things I was going through. I couldn’t handle feeling so alone, unwanted and worthless.
I don’t know if I hit rock bottom, but I know I climbed up. I made changes. I started forcing myself to interact with people and stop being such an introvert. I started feeling better than I had in a long time. Everything felt light somehow, as if I was cured, and I would begin l
The TowerCountess Erzsebet Bathory looked out the small opening in the wall. It was hard to see what lay ahead of her as it was dark. Unsatisfied, she sat down, avoiding looking in the mirror. The aristocrat considered writing a letter that would never be sent, but decided against it. She had grown accustomed to sitting in silence, occasionally broken by the guards conversation, or an unearthly visitor, and doing nothing.
She had been in her tower for three years they told her. She had no choice but to believe them. How else could she measure time?
Moving across the room, she avoided the mirror. Although she had draped something over it long ago, there was still that temptation. She didn't want to know how old she looked now, having not been able to 'treat' herself in years. Even now, her vanity was present, still commanding her. She had put deep thought into giving a full confession, but the cons outweighed the pro
Aidenrotica'It's two in the morning, fucking leave me alone.' Freya wanted to protest, but what came out was "It's two in the fucking leave me alone." It had been hard for him to adjust to living with Aiden. Sure, there were maids who cleaned, and people who cooked - but the clocks and all the ticking and chiming! There was a rather large grandfather clock down the hall that woke him up every hour on the hour, and he had only learned to sleep through it now. That, or he was too tired to wake up.
Freya had changed rooms a few times, but he couldn't escape the clocks. In one room he found there was a cuckoo clock whose infernal chirping woke him every half hour, as if the chiming from down the hall wasn't enough. In another the ticking was so loud and unearthly, sleep was impossible. And then there was Aiden, who couldn't understand why ticking and chiming and chirping would ever be a problem, and seemed offended that Freya didn't want to stay in the
Re:Trout heart Replicai. Strain Theory
Strain theory states that people are conditioned to want success, though not all are given the means to achieve it. When success cannot be reached, strain is created, which gives birth to deviance.
"It's just a matter of trying hard enough." Griseldis had told herself often, rejecting the idea. She had tried hard enough to get various diplomas, find ways to pay for them, and start her life. It was a strain, but there was no deviance - just a nice one bedroom apartment and more luxury than she had imagined herself having. She had enough money to throw around and buy good food and provide for someone else.
She had enough money to buy fancy lingerie, as silly a luxury it was.
Looking in the mirror, it was right. It was flattering. But it felt wrong. Maybe because it wasn't gray, like she was used too. Maybe because she had all these aspirations of that special Honeymoon, but she and the man were not a ver
ContagionCommunism was not a present idea in 17th century Hungary. The King could not handle the idea of one Countess owning a third of Hungary, passing laws giving peasant women rights, and coming to him demanding her money back. ”I have daughters to marry Mathias.” Something in Countess Bathory’s tone ran chills down his spine and her smile bore into his brain. ”I need my money back.” Yes - she had the money, but he was King, and the King did not take orders from a woman.
Something had to be done about this.
“Seven women have gone missing from your estate this last month.” Something had to be done, and who better to investigate than the Prince Palpatine?
Countess Bathory’s eyebrows furrowed and her words were slow and deliberate. ”They were sick, and I’ve never seen a sickness like that. We killed them so it wouldn’t spread.”
“May I see them?
Crushing Flowers (Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
(Male! Hungary x Reader)
Song(s) ‘Smile’ by telepopmusik
Trust me, it fits the theme PERFECTLY
A girl in her early twenties thrust open the doors of her office job.
“I can’t believe this!” How could something like this happen to me!?
What the hell did I do wrong!
I got strange looks from other people around me as they counted their blessings hoping that I wouldn’t lash out at them.
“Oh, shut up!” I yelled, and their accusing eyes turned away.
I felt the heel of my shoe crack by the sheer force in my strides down the streets of New York City.
Can't Swim (America x Reader x Prussia)
"Wanna go swimming, _______?"
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Why not? You look so good in the swimsuit."
"Shut up, Prussia!"
You covered up your two-piece with your (color) towel. Your cheeks began to turn the same shade as Prussia's eyes as you looked away, over to the sparkling blue ocean. The tan and yellow sand squished under your foot as you stood up with your towel wrapped tightly around your body, showing off your womanly curves.
"Come on, ____! The ocean's really warm! Just ask Australia," America encouraged you, stopping you as he pointed to Australia in the ocean, playing and diving like he was having the time of his life.
"I didn't come all the way from Germany's house just to watch you mope in a hot bathing suit," Prussia said, and then chuckled. "Not like I'm going back, either."
You laughed along with him, but then gained back your confidence and walked past America, pride in your steps.
"Why won't you swim with us?" America asked, grabbing your bare arm. You swat away his hand, not
Reader x Karkat: WhateverThe date is December 3rd, 2013.
The time: 5:45 a.m.
Everyone is sleeping, save a human named ___ ___ and a troll named Karkat Vantas.
You happened to be the human mentioned.
And, in fact, Karkat is your best friend!
He's also your crush, not that'd you tell him.
At least, that's what it USED to be. You think you've finally gathered the courage to admit it.
Emphasis on think.
You see, Karkat's been acting odd lately.
His usual 'fuck you' attitude was replaced more with a 'go the fuck away; I don't want to talk to anyone' attitude instead.
And, quite literally, it seemed the only word in his vocabulary lately was 'whatever'.
In all seriousness, no matter what you told him, he either did nothing, let out an artificial grunt, or responded with 'whatever'.
You were beginning to question what that word even meant.
"Karkat?" you poked the sleepy troll's shoulder, and he grunted. "I love you..." you said uncertainly.
He grunted again.
"You know I'm serious, right?"
"Karkat. I lov
Magical: Before the Magic - Carmen's Story
“Before the Magic - Carmen’s Story”
by Jocelyn Samara D.
I awake from a strange dream. I can’t seem to remember what happened, but I think it involved a rabbit at one point. With big, glowing butterfly wings! A “bunnerfly” if you will. That’s happening a lot lately, actually. I haven’t been keeping track, but I’m pretty sure I’ve woken up with the same vague “I think there was a winged bunny” feeling for the last couple weeks. Not really sure what that’s supposed to mean.
But whatever. Who cares? It’s just a dream, and I’ve got a big day ahead of me. I’m basically starting a brand new life at school today.
I should say that I’ve always hated school. I mean, I’ve got no problem with doing the work or anything. My problem is more about the other people. And I mean everyone.
France x Male!Reader [Commission for zoe-chan7][Male Name] [Last Name] was the prince of [Kingdom Name]. He was a rather handsome young man, complete with silky [hair colour] locks and dazzling [eye colour] eyes. He was the son of king Roderich Edelstein and Elizaveta Héderváry. Truth be told, he was adopted by the king and queen of [Kingdom Name]. [Male Name] was adopted when he was roughly ten years of age. Just a young, abandoned child. Roderich and Elizaveta had brought him their family, and brought him of them up as a respectable young man. [Male Name] was now eighteen, and was set to marry.
He was engaged to a princess from the neighbouring kingdom. He had never net her before, but he knew her name. She was Alice Kirkland, a Brit. From what [Male Name] was told, she had blonde hair and dazzling green eyes. He had tried to picture her in his mind for quite some time, but he was unable to conjure up a decent image.
He had never wanted this arranged marriage. As soppy as it sounds, he had wanted to marry out o
Air Vents Clint x ReaderAKA Five times you met Clint in the air vents and one time you didn’t
1 When you first moved into the tower
It was hard to believe it had been almost a week since your cousin Tony called to invite you to stay at his tower. It was even harder to believe that it also housed the Avengers for the time being. Of course you had only met Bruce and Steve, seeing as Thor was back in Asgard and everyone’s favorite assassins were on a mission.
“I wonder why Tony made this air vents so large.” You mused aloud as you easily crawled through them. It was like he was asking for you to sneak into his lab and re-paint his Iron Man glittery pink and glittery purple. You were so deep in thought that you never even noticed that somebody was in front of you until they cleared your throat.
“You must be (y/n).”
“That’s me and I’m guessing that you’re Clint.” You replied smiling at him after blowing a stray
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
Loki x (Deaf)Reader One-Shot
A Fan-Fiction by ketzle
It took all of your willpower not to scream out in agony. The pain was excruciating. All you knew was something knocked you in the head, hard. Now all you felt was the infliction that was brought upon you. You had never felt anything like it. The pain was like a searing fire that pushed its way through your skull. You knew that you were crying, sobbing even, but you couldn’t hear that. You couldn’t even hear your own voice as you comforted yourself.
You screwed open your eyes to see bodies lying motionlessly around you. Cars were turned over on roads and night lamps were bent in places that were not normal. You tried to pick yourself up, but your body refused to move. So, you just lied there and took in the crystal blue sky.
Short Term Memory Loss (Austria x Reader)
Ah, piano. How I loved piano. How I loved to hear piano. And my friend Austria answered that love.
I could hear him playing downstairs, and I followed the string of wonderful notes down the stairs. I must've had my eyes closed, because before I knew it, I was tumbling down the carpeted stairs like a tumbleweed.
"WAAAHHH!!" I shrieked as I landed on the floor, my head pounding as I heard rushed footsteps and a cry coming towards me.
"Are you alright, ______?!" Austria asked frantically in his oddly high voice.
"Y-yes, I'm fine. Just a little sore in the noggin, I guess," I replied, not sure which reality this was. I rubbed my forehead in which made contact with the floor first, and closed my eyes as Austria came back from the kitchen with an ice pack. He softly placed it on my forehead, kissing me all over.
"H-hey! I'm fine!" I laughed, loving all the gentle and small butterfly kisses he kept on giving me.
"You sure?" he asked, helping me up onto my feet. "Can you play
Japan x Fem Reader So Long Part 2“I’m so late,” you yelled as you sprinted across the street, “Mr. Kiku, please still be there!” you bumped into a countless number of people and was almost hit by 3 cars before finally reaching the sakura forest, “Hello, is anyone here?!” you called, “Mr. Kiku please, if you’re there answer me! Kiku, no. This is all my fault.” You fell to your knees and started to cry. You cried for a long time before a hand gently lay on your shoulder.
“_____-san?” you opened your eyes, looked up and there he was, at least you thought it was, it was hard to see through your tears.
“K-Kiku?” he gave a small smile and nodded. You were so overjoyed to see him that you that you hugged him and cried tears of joy “Oh Kiku, I was so scared I’d never see you again. I missed you.” Kiku blushed.
You’re in my personar space again.” You laughed as you slowly
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