Omg Atlas ;A;
That made me really sad. I just want to hug him omg poor thing ;A;
That made me really sad. I just want to hug him omg poor thing ;A;
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If you have an questions or ideas please feel free to get in touch! I also work full time so sometimes my responses can be sporadic.
If I'm not on here writing I will most certainly be playing video games or sucked into a new world reading.
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Omg bless Jacob! Man oh man I can only see him becoming more obsessed with work when he realises Cas is actually alive!!
Regis will be a tough cookie to crack. The fact that he is going through withdrawal from the alcohol already and on top of that he has convinced himself he killed the Prince. Regis believes that to be true, his mind is a complete mess. It's really fun to write!!
Awh I can't wait for the reunion of Atlas and Cas though, I think that will be interesting to play out!
Regis will be a tough cookie to crack. The fact that he is going through withdrawal from the alcohol already and on top of that he has convinced himself he killed the Prince. Regis believes that to be true, his mind is a complete mess. It's really fun to write!!
Awh I can't wait for the reunion of Atlas and Cas though, I think that will be interesting to play out!
“End my suffering?” Regis scoffed, that was pathetic, and he knew that even if he gave away any secrets it wouldn’t end his suffering. There was no way that they’d just let him go like it was nothing. Regis knew he would not be walking out of here; he would not be leaving this cell alive and this man was potentially the last person he would see before he was killed. At least he could have his fun, he could continue to terrorize the Royal family until he was dead and that was his intention.
My name will be remembered in history as the man who brought down the monarchy.
A delusional smile crossed his face as he thought on how he would be remembered, the sole purpose of the rebellion had passed him by. The man couldn’t remember what the cause stood for anymore as he’d been so caught up in killing the boy, the Prince. He had finally gotten his wish, but a part of his mind was telling him that wasn’t true. A brief glimpse of his daughter, her pure heart and how that kindness ruined his plan. Shaking his head, he knew that was a lie, no. Reigs had killed the prince, the blood was everywhere he had done it. He had saved the people, saved his soul and gotten his ultimate revenge.
“How does it feel knowing you can’t bury him.” The cold words left his lips as he continued with the idea that he had burned the Prince alive. There was no body to bury, no proper funeral and it reminded him of his own wife. Clenching his hands into fists a memory of his own had pushed through the alcoholic state, that his wife was not buried. There were no such things as funerals, headstones, wakes in the district. The ground was dug, and a body was thrown in like it was any other day. A dark memory of his that he had pushed back for a reason.
As if coming from his delirious state he looked back at Jacob who had claimed he had given him a chance. “Sure, you did. All you’ll learn is that the Prince is dead and there’s nothing you can do to change that fact. Tell your King that it was I, I ruined his monarchy with great pleasure.” The words rolled off of his tongue naturally as he truly believed that bringing down the monarchy had been the answer.
Grinning to himself rather smugly he didn’t flinch as the cell of his opened up, a soldier holding some sort of needle. Regis felt nothing as the needle was stuck into his neck a substance being injected into him, that pain was nothing compared to not having a drink and that was his current priority. His age was starting to show, the pale wrinkled skin of his covered in various different colours from purples to blues signifying the beatings he had endured so far. Licking his lips as he watched Jacob leave he laughed in his cell throwing his head back in pure joy that he was causing absolute misery to the Capital.
My name will be remembered in history as the man who brought down the monarchy.
A delusional smile crossed his face as he thought on how he would be remembered, the sole purpose of the rebellion had passed him by. The man couldn’t remember what the cause stood for anymore as he’d been so caught up in killing the boy, the Prince. He had finally gotten his wish, but a part of his mind was telling him that wasn’t true. A brief glimpse of his daughter, her pure heart and how that kindness ruined his plan. Shaking his head, he knew that was a lie, no. Reigs had killed the prince, the blood was everywhere he had done it. He had saved the people, saved his soul and gotten his ultimate revenge.
“How does it feel knowing you can’t bury him.” The cold words left his lips as he continued with the idea that he had burned the Prince alive. There was no body to bury, no proper funeral and it reminded him of his own wife. Clenching his hands into fists a memory of his own had pushed through the alcoholic state, that his wife was not buried. There were no such things as funerals, headstones, wakes in the district. The ground was dug, and a body was thrown in like it was any other day. A dark memory of his that he had pushed back for a reason.
As if coming from his delirious state he looked back at Jacob who had claimed he had given him a chance. “Sure, you did. All you’ll learn is that the Prince is dead and there’s nothing you can do to change that fact. Tell your King that it was I, I ruined his monarchy with great pleasure.” The words rolled off of his tongue naturally as he truly believed that bringing down the monarchy had been the answer.
Grinning to himself rather smugly he didn’t flinch as the cell of his opened up, a soldier holding some sort of needle. Regis felt nothing as the needle was stuck into his neck a substance being injected into him, that pain was nothing compared to not having a drink and that was his current priority. His age was starting to show, the pale wrinkled skin of his covered in various different colours from purples to blues signifying the beatings he had endured so far. Licking his lips as he watched Jacob leave he laughed in his cell throwing his head back in pure joy that he was causing absolute misery to the Capital.
I'd love to see more backstory on him too! I think that would be awesome!
Ohhh this is going to be so much fun to write! Especially seeing as Regis mind is pretty messed up and twisted already due to the alcohol he's consumed over the years!!
That sounds perfect! I'm so excited to write it! And to see poor Atlas getting all this news. Boy that's going to be so good! Also I never said but poor Cas having a moment thinking they don't care about him!!!
Ohhh this is going to be so much fun to write! Especially seeing as Regis mind is pretty messed up and twisted already due to the alcohol he's consumed over the years!!
That sounds perfect! I'm so excited to write it! And to see poor Atlas getting all this news. Boy that's going to be so good! Also I never said but poor Cas having a moment thinking they don't care about him!!!
Omg the way they run around in the plaza though! Or run to go smell the flowers!!!!
Oh really? I do like Jacob, he is very interesting as a character! I can't wait to see more of him.
Watching the irritation Regis felt nothing but glee, he knew he had been getting on their nerves with his consistent claims and crazed allegations but that was something that only fuelled him on. Eyes narrowing as he watched Jacob fold his arms over his chest showing power over him. Regis knew he was at a disadvantage, he was the one locked up at their mercy but the only thing he had over them was the fact there was no body and that was a secret he’d take to the grave.
“That’s a shame, it’s the only information I’m willing to give.” Regis spat out his words watching Jacob from the other side of the cell bars. Shifting in his cell her heard the rattle of chains that bound him to the wall, it kept him from being able to fight back or run. Ankles were shackled together alongside his wrists and it was painfully tight, so much so bruises had appeared around the bindings.
Sighing as if Jacob was bothering him, he looked away at the walls of the cell as if he was bored. As if he had the upper hand in this situation, but in his crazed mind he felt he had. “Why should I tell you were the body is? There is nothing in it for me.” Shrugging as he didn’t even look at Jacob, bartering as if he could under the current circumstances. Chuckling away to himself in his crazed stated as he couldn’t help but smirk, he had something they so desperately wanted, and he wasn’t going to give it to them. Not that he actually knew where the body was, but they didn’t know that.
Looking back over at Jacob he could see the poisonous look in his eyes, the glint in his own did not disappear. The fire in his own eyes grew just as the sick smile did on his face revealing his unkempt broken teeth. “Me? So far out of my mind. You don’t even know the half of it.” Cackling away to himself as he winked at Jacob only knowing it would further the guard’s anger, he wanted to get under his skin. “Well, he would make quite the trophy on a pitchfork. I could mount is head on it.” Considering that option as he paused, “Or maybe I could have him stuffed like some taxidermy animal…” Another pause as he let that option simmer with Jacob, “Shame I had him burnt to a crisp. That wasn’t dust you walked over in my house but the remains of your beloved Prince.” Spitting out the last of his words as the smirk did not leave his face, the look in his eye proving that he was a crazed man who had clearly lost his way in life.
“Pathetic, couldn’t even save him in time. Some military you have.” Regis laughed as he poked holes in the Capitals defence, “It was like you were begging us to do something. Now all I have to do is wait for the King to keel over and die. Maybe this break that cold heart of his and kill him off like he deserves!”
“That’s a shame, it’s the only information I’m willing to give.” Regis spat out his words watching Jacob from the other side of the cell bars. Shifting in his cell her heard the rattle of chains that bound him to the wall, it kept him from being able to fight back or run. Ankles were shackled together alongside his wrists and it was painfully tight, so much so bruises had appeared around the bindings.
Sighing as if Jacob was bothering him, he looked away at the walls of the cell as if he was bored. As if he had the upper hand in this situation, but in his crazed mind he felt he had. “Why should I tell you were the body is? There is nothing in it for me.” Shrugging as he didn’t even look at Jacob, bartering as if he could under the current circumstances. Chuckling away to himself in his crazed stated as he couldn’t help but smirk, he had something they so desperately wanted, and he wasn’t going to give it to them. Not that he actually knew where the body was, but they didn’t know that.
Looking back over at Jacob he could see the poisonous look in his eyes, the glint in his own did not disappear. The fire in his own eyes grew just as the sick smile did on his face revealing his unkempt broken teeth. “Me? So far out of my mind. You don’t even know the half of it.” Cackling away to himself as he winked at Jacob only knowing it would further the guard’s anger, he wanted to get under his skin. “Well, he would make quite the trophy on a pitchfork. I could mount is head on it.” Considering that option as he paused, “Or maybe I could have him stuffed like some taxidermy animal…” Another pause as he let that option simmer with Jacob, “Shame I had him burnt to a crisp. That wasn’t dust you walked over in my house but the remains of your beloved Prince.” Spitting out the last of his words as the smirk did not leave his face, the look in his eye proving that he was a crazed man who had clearly lost his way in life.
“Pathetic, couldn’t even save him in time. Some military you have.” Regis laughed as he poked holes in the Capitals defence, “It was like you were begging us to do something. Now all I have to do is wait for the King to keel over and die. Maybe this break that cold heart of his and kill him off like he deserves!”
Omg I know!!! Animal Crossing is just co cute I can't deal haha
Awh that's so cuuute!
I'm having so much fun with Regis!! It's such a change of character for me hehehe
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