Little-soldi3rs - Lucy

June of Doom: Day 1 "You don't want to do that" -locked door

Each step echoed against the cool cobble concrete walls of the dungeon. Kyrie clutched her necklace tighter the deeper she went, walking past empty cells on both sides. 

It was chaos less than a day ago. Nero had gifted Kyrie the necklace after her performance for the ceremony then his arm flashed blue and a man in red fell from the ceiling. Said man killed Pope Sanctus and some of the guards only to be halted by Nero's intervention. The man in Red escaped while Nero… was detained.

Why, she wondered as she turned into a darker hallway. 

Nero committed no crime save for some property damage which,  given the already dire situation, was of little matter. It was not Credo that ordered for Nero's arrest but his colleague: Agnus. 

What was that blue flash, she thought, Why did the man in Red look so much like Nero?

Kyrie demanded  that Credo tell her where Nero was held and what crime he commited for such treatment. Her usually stern and eloquent brother stuttered while answering as if he was also shocked. The dungeons at Fortuna Castle,  he said, Agnus said that no visitors are allowed.  

Like that would stop me,  Kyrie thought bitterly.  Nero was really rubbing off on her. 

She heard the rattle of chains at the furthest cell in the dimly lit hallway. Picking up her pace she walked towards the cell and peered inside only to see Nero, blindfolded, shackled, and collared to the floor of what it seems to be a pentagram glowing an amber colour. When she called his name, Nero perked up his head to the direction of where she was standing outside his locked cell. 

"Kyr-" he started, only for him to suddenly jolt and convulse on the floor, opening his mouth as if to scream but with no sound coming out. 

"You don't want to do that," came a distant voice. Kyrie turned her head to see Sanctus, alive and well. She held in her shock as he strolled up beside her, watching Nero wither in pain for the following minute. To Kyrie, it felt like hours. 

"Young Nero is unwell, " Sanctus explained as he watched Nero take in his breaths, "his fight against Dante cursed him to have that arm. "

Krie knew that was a lie. Nero's arm had been in a cast for the past weeks. Dante is a recent development.  With a poker face,  she asked,  "Then why the chains and collar? Nero is no dog or criminal,  he's a human."

Sanctus turned to her and smiled. Something that she once knew to be warm felt cold and evil. "Nero is possessed by Dante's demonic minions. All those… accessories are merely for Nero and our safety." 

Lies.

"Agnus will cure him soon." She needed to get Nero out of there. 

"For Nero's health, " he turned and started walking down the hallway,  gesturing for Kyrie to follow, "let us go upstairs and pray to the Saviour."

She glanced at Nero,  all chained and sweaty, and silently promised to come back for him after figuring out a plan quickly following after the old man. She heard the chains shake but if Nero said something,  she was too far away to hear it. 

She saw,  however, a flash of Red quickly pass one of the dungeon windows. 

broke: haru hates akechi and doesn't talk to him ever again after he comes back

woke: haru chooses to be kind without forgiveness and akechi doesn't know how to live with her genuine compassion because it'd be so much easier if she hated him instead

hiring a wizard to break whatever curse is holding henry kissingers shitty body together and laughing with childish glee as he instantly collapses into individual limbs like a lego character

need to stop posting wips but aventurine in the new witch hat atelier cover is just. LISTEN!!!

"he would not fucking say that" but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.

So… I got a notification from the State Department at like 8 PM Pacific that my passport was approved, and I was quietly thankful and stunned bc my legal gender in Oregon is listed as X, or undeclared, and that's what's on my passport. I'm pretty sure someone(s) worked late to get the X passports done today.

I was already really grateful to whoever in the Seattle Passport Office worked late to get these things processed on the last Friday before That Man gets back into office... and then I got a notification that my passport shipped at fucking midnight Pacific and whoever got that shit out the door so it couldn't be picked up on Monday and like, denied and shredded?

They're my fucking hero.

I don’t think he escaped childhood unscathed.

*slaps car* this little guy can fit so much trauma in it!!!! (Someone please get him into therapy) (reading his character story made me so sad)

full offence but I do NOT watch movies so I can "turn my brain off" I take this shit so seriously

POV: you are Anya Forger. You are four years old psychic and have just recently been taken from the world’s crappiest orphanage and placed in the custody of a stranger with no qualifications. He has only recently realized your traumatic upbringing might affect you

You are surrounded by deeply unhinged violent people keeping life altering secrets and your life has become a deeply precarious house of cards.

Every single one of them is also like. “Anya Sweetie, why aren’t you better at school. You need to study more.” Every time they try and help you they are also thinking about murder and espionage