#☆ ° ‧ 〚 out of character ─ fighting evil by moonlight ! 〛

[xiakato]

GISELLE- The Bitch In The Red Dress (M)

A/n: I've been playing too much resident evil lately

September 1998, you'll never forget it. The grizzly murders in the Arkley Mountains to the zombie outbreak in Raccoon city, her. She strung you along with little to no effort. Her beauty was something else, something not of this world. You and her got along per se, a kiss to stop your overthinking while you were in the thick of it. The hive was when everything went south. Her lies came out in the open due to the person you have been chasing with her.  The explosions destroy the bridge and they are desperate to hold her from falling. The slipping of her hand from yours. The sinking heart as you watch her fall with the metal bridge. You had to get out, the city was forfeit.

Years later

You got hit by an assignment, the president's daughter was kidnapped by a cult in Spain's countryside. Ever since Raccoon city, you've tried to get away from the fight with the B.O.Ws that Umbrella left behind and the ones that are hidden away from greedy eyes. The cult leader, Saddler, is an extremist. Possibly due to the influence of the plaga or perhaps he always had these ideals and beliefs and the discovery of the plaga allowed him to act on it. The countless lives of the villagers, those part of the cult and those who were experimented on were lost. You fought through the village, Castle De Salazar, the place where you ran into her, The one that stole your heart amidst chaos. The red dress is reminiscent of the one she wore all those years ago. The knife shines in the moonlight as it is pressed against her neck, her porcelain skin reflecting in the polished finish. 

“Use knives next time, they’re better for close encounters,” You take the handgun from her hand tossing it to the side sheathing your knife. 

“Y/n,” You look at the woman as she takes off her sunglasses, you thought she was dead.

“What are you doing here Giselle?” You ask her, keeping your feelings in check. You’re on a mission, you have to be on guard at all times. 

“Don’t worry about it, handsome,” She walks towards the window, “So cold to me after all these years apart.” 

“After your lies, you’re lucky I don’t shoot you here and now,” You stare at her, fighting the urge to soak in her moon kissed beauty. 

“Oh honey, I didn’t mean to lie to you, we both had a job to do that day,” You shake your head at her as she smirks,” Well see you around handsome,” She tosses her glasses causing a flash bang to go off blinding you as she takes off out of the window.  You stare out of the window she left from,shaking your head leaving to the maze below. The castle was something else, the castellan was an interesting character to say the least. Ningning got taken to an island off the coast. Chasing after the man that took her, he’s quick perhaps beyond human limits. Getting to the dock, seeing a boat with a woman inside. She looks at you, “Need a ride handsome?” 

The rough waters did little to deter you from looking at her, her hair neatly done despite the situation. You shake your head, getting rid of the excess thoughts. “Why Giselle?” 

“All these years and that’s all you can ask Y/n?” She quirks an eyebrow, “You disappoint me.” 

“I have something to ask you, but I won’t get a straight answer,” She chuckles as you sigh,”Raccoon City, after the incident. You try to save one, a hundred more die. The world changed and so have I. So the question is have you changed Giselle? or are you just trying to use me again?” 

“You? Changed? You only think you have, what do you think? Do you think I’ve changed?” She looks over as she pulls the boat over to the side off the cliff aiming her grapple gun, “Don’t think too hard, handsome,” She takes off rocking the boat, you react quickly, steadying the boat before leaning back in the chair and sighing. 

“Story of my life.” 

The island was just as you expected to be, until you ran into him, Krauser. The man that trained you, the sparks from the knives slashing against each other. He knocks you onto your back diving his knife for your neck, a gunshot rings out making Krauser jump back and look over where it came from.

“Well if it isn’t The Bitch In The Red Dress,” He smirks as she starts firing down at them, with his enhancements, he can run faster than humanly possible. Dodging the bullets and jumping towards her, she grapples out of the way with him still chasing. 

“What the fuck is happening here?” 

The island of horrors, abdominations, fucking lasers, a comfy throne. You are pretty sure you’ve seen it all on this island alone. Finding Ningning again, you managed to find a machine that can get rid of your plaga after Giselle saved your ass again. Sending electric currents into a certain spot at a single spot, for one fucking hurt, and two killed the plaga so You are free from the plagas control and Saddler has another thing coming. Rushing outside to see Giselle tied by her wrists hanging in the ai. 

“Y/n isn’t that?” Ning asks, as you nod.

“Stay here,” You tell her as you get into the elevator heading up, meeting Saddler as you ignore him tossing your knife cutting down Giselle. His form changed into a spider-like form with eyeballs on his legs. The fight felt like it took forever, Until you spot Giselle running over, “Y/n use this~” She yells out tossing a RPG towards you, you rush picking it up. Shooting it at Saddler as he recoils from the blast, his body sizzles away, you spot the vial, you grab it as you feel a gun press against your head. 

“Hand it over,” Giselle says as you hand it behind you, she takes as she runs off the side getting an helicopter, “The island is set to blow,” She tosses a key ring, “Better hurry up Prince Charming.”

The helicopter takes off as you run back to the elevator, grabbing Ning by the hand, “We have to go,” You rush towards the underground water way, seeing a jet ski waiting for you, you hop on with her and speed away dodging the falling rocks, you get out of the waterway with Ning holding on tightly. 

“Wow that was close,” She says resting her head on your back, “So um.. what do you think about some over time?” 

“I’m good,” You chuckle, “I have some one else in my mind.”

“Is it her?” She asks and you merely nod as you drive off, “I figured,” She mutters leaning her head down on your shoulder. 

You get a nice vacation after getting the president's daughter back to the states. You take in a breath of fresh air standing in front of your house, getting to the front door, you notice it's slightly opened. Immediately drawing your 9mm, turning the safety off you make your way through the living room. Clearing every room in the bottom floor before moving up. Clearing rooms up to yours. Opening the door, your laser lands in the middle of the forehead of the intruder.

"Oh my, what a welcome," she's says as she crosses her legs in her trademarked red dress.

     "What are you doing here Giselle?" you ask her holstering your gun, sighing.

"just thought I'll see you again," her eyes trailing your body in suit. "You look good like you always do, perhaps the president's daughter flirting with you did you some good."

“Don’t even talk about that,” You place your gun onto the dresser by the wall before looking back at her as she stands walking over to you, her hands trailing down your shirt undoing button by button. She pulls off your shirt and suit jacket in one swoop. She kisses your scars soflty, her eyes lock onto the gunshot on your shoulder. 

“I remember when this happen,” Her fingers softly glazes over the gunshot, “I was scared to be honest.” 

“Even though you say that, were you really?” You question her as you feel her fingers quiver against your skin

“I’m telling the truth for once, Y/n. I didn’t want to lose you even though I only just met you a few hours prior,” She kisses the scar, her kisses trail down your body as she gets to her knees undoing your belt. Pulling your cock out, she smiles licking her lips, “I missed this,” She pushes you towards the bed, taking off your boxers and slacks. She strokes your cock slowly as she spits on it, “I feel you throbbing already~” She kisses up your shaft, “Already needy for Mommy?” She takes your tip into her mouth, you feel her tongue swirl around it sending shivers throughout your body.She pushes herself deeper as your cock reaches her throat.

“Fuck,” You mutter as your hand reaches the back of her head pushing your cock deeper. She pulls back, her saliva cascades down onto your cock as she strokes it faster and faster, her other hand caressing your body, her hand going over your abs and scars as she sucks your cock.She pulls your cock out with a pop as she stands up, dropping her red dress onto the floor,  her naked poreclain body on perfect display for you as she straddles you, her thighs covered in her juices as she slides your cock into her, hearing her breath hitch as you feel her up. Your arms wrap around her waist, as she starts to ride you. Her ass bouncing on your cock, her tightness squeezing every inch of you. She wraps her arms around your neck as she rides your cock faster and faster. 

“Fuck me babyboy, Use me fucking use me baby,” She pleads with you as you thrust upwards, hitting her womb as you ravage her, her moans fill your ears. You hear nothing else other than her, she is in every one of your senses. Her juices dripping down your balls creating a puddle on the bed, “Give me that dick baby,” She moans out as her hands grip onto your hair as her hips meet your thrusts. You feel her walls tighten around you as she cums over your cock, her body shaking as you don’t stop chasing your own orgasm, “Fucking cum in me, fill me the fuck up with your cum babyboy,” She urges you as you feel it coming you fuck her faster and faster and you feel the first shot, you push yourself as deep as you could. You see her bright smile as she feels you fill her up, “So so much~” She giggles as she sits up, your cock still in her, “You filled up Mommy so well,” She moves her hips slowly, milking the rest out of you, “Surely you have more for me~?”

#Aespa #giselle #kpop smut #Kpop #male reader

[wen-kexing-apologist]

WKA, in your infinite wisdom, please tell us who has done the very best hand work in bl this year

Ok first of all, I asked for nice questions, SHAN. NOT evil, personal attack, make me choose questions.

There have been many many many great hands in BL this year, and my categorization for them depends on what exactly we are looking for within them.

I wrote the most essays about hands for La Pluie, who I do think did hands extremely well when it comes to demonstrating character's. Patts changes in pressure and sensation versus Tai's fingers being stiff in their first make out session, and then Tai changing it up a bit in their sex scene now that he's had some practice. Patts' thumb wiping cum from Tai's lips, etc. and that wasn't a show that I would say had heavy focus on hands, just good work that I noticed mostly going on in the background.

gif from @wanderlust-in-my-soul

In terms of some of the best subtle ones, I would say Sing My Crush, which had some excellent hand work, and precisely a million screen captures, but were ones I didn't really notice while I was watching it.

gif by @wanderlust-in-my-soul

In terms of shows that have had a hand focus, the fucking oil scene from I Feel You Linger in the Air was a perfect demonstration of hand work. There are so many shots of hands in this show and every last one of them is absolutely stunning. Removing Yai's tie, massaging Jom's eyebrows, the way the lesbians hold hands, it's all incredible.

gif from @pharawee (using the only hand moment in the oil scene that will most likely not get this post flagged mature lmfao)

And then I will give a shout out to Moonlight Chicken, both for the absolutely beautifully shot scene of Heart and Li Ming's hands climbing up each other, thumb to pointer finger. But also because sign language is a language of hand movement, and sign language is such a vital part of the story.

gif by @firstkhao

Another currently airing one that I think uses hands well is Only Friends, which similar to La Pluie doesn't feel like it is actively trying to do a ton of hand close ups, but whose use of hands is brilliant for how it demonstrates character. For example, how often Boston points directly at people because he's fucking rude, but Mew can't point directly at Top when he's fighting with him.

gif by @btwinlines [i know objectively this is not as strong of a hands gif as the others in this set, but I legitimately cannot find any other gifsets that shows Mew fighting with Top, and this gif does show that Mew points down and to the side of Top, which I love for Mew still not being able to be fully rude.]

Finally, special shout out to Man Trisanu in Step by Step for possibly my favorite hand moment of 2023, which happens in Ep 7, Pat is crying and Jeng starts to reach out to comfort him, realizes that touching Pat is not appropraite, and pulls his hand back.

gif by @pharawee

OH GOD AND OUR DINING TABLE HAD ONE OF MY OTHER FAVORITE SMALL HAND MOVEMENT MOMENTS, WHEN YUTAKA FOR A MILLISECOND REACHES HIS HAND BACK OUT TOWARDS MINORU'S IN EP 8.

gif by @forcebook

And if you wanna know what hands I thought were the hottest this year from a show I'm not even watching.

Love in Translation

gif by @aejeonghae

Like, excuse me?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

#la pluie #step by step #moonlight chicken #only friends #only friends the series #la pluie the series #sing my crush #our dining table #bokura no shokutaku #i feel you linger in the air #ifyl #ifylita

[wuzhere75]

I love WoF AUs that go “what if different eggs got taken for the dragonet prophecy” and we get a different set of dragonets for an alternate version of the 1st arc.

So yeah I decided to make my own (I’ve gone through a couple of different iterations, but this is the most current.

The quirk here is that I basically thought “wait what if the dragonets where everything Morrowseer had wanted”. Like they just ended up with with a perfectly normal set of a Mud, Sand, Sea, Night, and Skywing. No replacement-that-is-of-a-different-tribe-because-one-of-the-guardians-fucked-something-up. No obvious hybrids. They get left alone for another year, and emerge from the cave to the chaos of the events of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd arcs all at once.

(Also another quirk is that they are all related in some way to a canon character; Asha and Hviter are also still alive)

Bigshadow (She/They)

-She’s the big soft himbo-type character. Due to severe nearsightedness, they’ve always had difficulty reading/writing. The guardians just assume she’s dumb, but she really loves learning and art.

-I can’t remember if it’s canon that Secretkeeper and Morrowseer had tried to had dragonets before Moonwatcher and that they had “lost” them, but I decided for this AU, an attempt had produced a viable egg and Morrowseer decided “what would be a better dragonet to lead the dragonets of destiny than my own”, stealing the egg and flying through the night to the cave.

-Due to this, Bigshadow was partially exposed to the moonlight of the Brightest Night, giving her somewhat unreliable psychic powers. Most of the time she misinterprets them as being very weird dreams/intrusive thoughts.

-Shortly after Morrowseer did his year-prior check in, they start to feel a strange presence in their dreams and swear they hear someone calling to them from outside the cave when things are quiet (*cough* *cough* Darkstalker).

Mangrove (He/They) (yes I know there is already a canon character named Mangrove; it’s a sick name)

-Gumpy quiet sad man who’s in to medicine and nature

-In this universe, Gill gets a “funny feeling” during the Brightest Night and decides to take what would be Tsunami’s egg so he can “be with his new daughter during her hatching”. Webs, then, takes one of the male eggs instead when he breaks into the hatching room.

-The AU Sandwing minder; Jackal (more on her later), was a little too rough on him when was younger during fight practice (maybe I should have featured a scar somewhere in his design?). Due to this, he abhors violence.

Mole (She/Her)

-The softly spoken nerd who gets picked on for not being the big strong meatbag Mudwing the guardians had wanted. She has a secretly love for war history and is probably really good at strategically fighting (in a real world AU she would be an American Civil War or WWII nerd).

-Asha couldn’t get Cattail to give up Clay’s egg, so Crocodile (remember that lady?) gives Asha “her” blood red egg (she actually stole it from her sister, Toad) at the last minute.

-I originally had her as being from a non-blood red egg Crocodile just painting red but the Sandwing minder probably just would have incinerated her.

Coyote (Any Pronouns) (I’m not sure about the name; I wanted something related to new world deserts but not named after a cactus and I don’t feel like Gila or Mesa fit).

-Apathetic bastard who hates everyone except her adoptive siblings (basically as far as you could get from Sunny without being an outright evil asshole).

-In this AU, Dune never left the Outclaws (the dragonet that would have been Sunny is raised among them). Due to this, a different Sandwing minder was chosen from the TOP; Jackal.

-Jackal was…umm…very devout to the prophecy and willing to “weed out anything that wasn’t promised in the prophecy” (she probably would have killed both Glory and Sunny immediately, Starflight not having psychic powers probably would have set her off as well).

-Jackal stole the egg of her brother, Corsac, a general in Blaze’s army. Corsac and his wife, Bison, caught her in the middle of the act, but she got away (they would later have a son, Pronghorn, like the one from JMA).

Shrike (They/Them)

-The artsy goth kid who loves supernatural stuff (they go wild every time Hviter or Webs starts talking about amunism).

-Kestrel in this AU either doesn’t have Peril/Sky in the first place or chooses to fuck off into the mountains with her kids (perhaps with the help of Soar/Chameleon?). Maroon (name also pending), a different Skywing, is instead chosen. Due to Maroon being less “high profile” than Kestrel, he is chosen to steal the Skywing egg, being more familiar with what hatcheries are more or less highly guarded than others (unlike, say, Hviter).

-This version of the dragonets have made a giant cave mural with the help of Asha and the Maroon. Shrike is the primary contributor to this mural even though the other dragonets have “grown out of it”. Mostly, they paint Bigshadow’s “dreams”.

-They are intrigued by Bigshadow’s dreams and is the only one who thinks they are more than just dreams.

-They make jewelry out of bones from the prey animals the guardians bring them (originally I was going to include a necklace with some skulls and stuff, but that shit’s hard to draw).

-I had no smooth way of tying to fit this in but he is either the half-sibling or cousin (I haven’t decided) to the Skywing False Dragonet, Flame.

#wof #wof au #wof alternate dragonet au #dragons #wof nightwing #wof seawing #wof skywing #wof mudwing #wof sandwing #wof OC #OC #digital art #my art #procreate #2022 #wof alternate dragonets AU #OC bigshadow #OC mangrove #OC mole #OC arroyo #OC shrike

[daydream-hq]

Ever After High Pokemon Teams

Part 2 of my headcanons on what Pokemon teams and Trainer Classes Ever After High characters would have if they lived in the Pokemon world! Let's get is started!

Raven Queen

Daughter of Eris Queen, a.k.a. The Evil Queen, Raven has had to fight against her mother’s legacy for her whole. From her mother who wanted her to accomplish the dream she never reached, to her peers to thought she would follow her mother’s footsteps a run Team Queen, everyone seemed to expect the worse of her. 

Raven refused to give up and decided to follow her passion of performance and became a Pokemon Coordinator! This surprised everyone, especially Apple who always thought that Raven would be a trainer like her mother and that they would carry on their mothers’ rivalry.

But Raven has no interest in carrying on her mother’s legacy - she is more interested in creating her own! And that is just what she is gonna do with her Pokemon by her side.

Trainer Class: Pokemon Coordinator

Raven's team is made up of Pokemon that either are misjudged because of their appearance or reputation, or just plain look wicked cool. I would imagine that she would not care that much about having a balanced team since she is not competing in battles. Her performances are more focused on looking cool that "pretty".

Draco the Dragapult

Moves:

Phantom Force

Dragon Rush

Dragon Darts

Lock-On

Raven's main partner Pokemon, Draco wows the crowd with his speed and majesty. Draco has been with Raven through thick and thin ever since Raven found him as a Dreepy wandering around her mother's dungeon. At first, Draco was very weak and scared, but with Raven's and the team's support, Draco has become a strong and speedy hitter and performer!

I always knew that I wanted Raven to have a Dragon Type Pokemon as a referance to her pet dragon Nevermore and I had initially had Hydreigon as her starter, but decided that the Dragapult line fitted Raven better due to the story of Dreepy starting out weak but getting stronger and eventually becoming a strong Pseudo-Legendary Pokemon.

Midnight the Umbreon

Moves:

Dark Pulse

Swift

Moonlight

Confuse Ray

Raven's secondary Partner, Midnight loves to show off how brightly he shines and lights up the lives of those closest to him. Midnight was given to Raven as an Eevee from her father and in very loyal to Raven and is incredibly protective of his trainer - Apple never understands why Midnight is wary of her but somehow loves Dexter!

I definitely wanted to give Raven a Dark Type Pokemon. I settled on Umbreon because it looks a bit like a dog and I thought is was a cute reference to Raven's pet puppy Prince that her mother turned into a Bone Rat in the books. And also because Raven would definitely have a Pokemon that evolved via Friendship. So Umbreon was perfect!

Lita the Gothitelle

Moves:

Psychic

Thunderbolt

Hypnosis

Shadow Ball

Raven met Lita as a Gothita and was immediately impressed by her sass and love of performing. Lita loves creating psychic shows for the audience that tends to instill both awe and fear everyone who sees them. Lita does not take any crap from anyone and has no patience for nonsense.

The Gothitelle line was an easy one for me to include for Raven's team. Not only because of the whole "goth" aspect, but also because Psychic Types would also fit Raven's vibe.

Nina the Nidoqueen

Moves:

Poison Jab

Earth Power

Crunch

Superpower

A proud superpower who takes no shit, Nina - as she loves to be called on stage - Nina the Poison Queen, is a rough and tumble beast who loves to show off her strength. While initially a shy little Nidoran♀, Raven helped Nina conquer her stage fright and show off how cool and powerful she truly is!

I thought it would be cool for Raven to have a Pokemon that literally has "queen" in it's name and here she is! Plus, I feel like a Poison Type Pokemon really fits with Raven's aesthetic.

Jaws the Aerodactyl

Moves:

Stone Edge

Fly

Iron Head

Strength

Despite Jaws's fierce appearance and scary name, he is really a sweetheart who is still adjusting to the new world he has found himself living in now. Jaws does not like scaring people and Pokemon because he finds that they will often run away from him. What he does like though, is showing off how high he can fly and how cool his moves and Mega Evolution are! He loves his trainer and his team who see him as the sweetheart he really is!

I felt like Raven needed a Flying Type, but I like to avoid repeating Types when I can, so this one was a bit tricky. But I eventually hit gold with Aerodactyl! Not only is it a strong and cool looking Pokemon that did not share a Type with any of Raven's other Pokemon, but it even looks a bit like a dragon!

Bella the Granbull

Moves:

Play Rough

Fire Fang

Scary Face

Payback

Raven met Bella as a Snubbull and the two had an instant connection. Bella's fierce and intimidating face often had other Pokemon running away from and not wanting to play with her - just like Raven when she was young! Raven offered Bella a spot on her team and Bella leap right into Raven's arms, happy to have friends at last! While initially unsure about Contest, Bella quickly found her footing in performances and a gentle giant and loves showing that you can be kind and strong at the same time!

I thought it would make sense for Raven to have a Fairy Type to round out her team and the story of Snubbull and Granbull looking fierce and scary but really being timid and scared really reminded me of Raven's struggles, so I thought they fit.

And there it is! Another full team of Ever After Pokemon! Feel free to tell me waht you think and I'll post the next teams as soon as I can!

#everafterhigh #eah au #eah #eah fanfic #pokemon #eah pokemon teams #pokemon team #raven queen #ever after high pokemon team #pkmn #pokemon trainer #dragapult #umbreon #nidoqueen #gothitelle #aerodactyl #granbull

[writingfics-passingtime]

Song: Fahrenheit - Azee

With Marc Spector x fem reader

(I think this may fit well with the Outlaw fic 👀)

Lovely anon, thank you for this request! Definitely feels like Outlaw and that tough-guy reader, and I had fun writing that type of reader character again.

I completely failed at writing something drabble-length but my house, my rules to break. The urge to turn this into such a long fic was and is so fucking strong… sorry for how I left this one 😅 I hope you like it 💜

Compromise

This one-shot is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song prompt: Fahrenheit

Pairing: Marc Spector x female reader

Words: 2450

CWs: Some swearing, mentions of violence

There’s a light on in an upstairs window.

A shadow ebbing through the soft warm glow tells Marc that it wasn’t left on by mistake; there’s someone else inside. But another intruder wouldn’t have turned a light on, unless they were dead stupid, so whoever’s inside is allowed to be.

He’ll have to be careful.

It’s a little past two in the morning when Marc sticks a pick into the keyhole of a maintenance entrance and enters the great stone building. As to be expected in this old library, no alarm or security camera pings the signal detector on his watch. He relaxes, still keeping his steps quiet, and hopes that this strange directive from Khonshu would remain simply strange and not complicated.

“Why do you need me to steal an old book?”

“It’s not a book in the way your human mind is limited to understand,” Khonshu explained. Marc didn’t pretend to look interested or unbothered, but some secret place found relief in the lack the command to end another evil life.

“The Ennead Codex contains matters of great importance, and it is in danger of falling into the hands of those who wish to access the underworld.”

Whatever that means, Marc thought. He didn’t question it further. Really, he didn’t care all that much. It was just another task from his master.

Without many more words, Khonshu told Marc where the sacred manuscripts had been hidden for the past several decades. They’d been moved to this seemingly insignificant library in a small town.

Hidden in plain sight.

As Marc lifts a brass handle and slips through a dark walnut door into the main chambers of the library, he doesn’t bother donning the suit. He’d probably slip in and out undetected, harnessing his years of covert ops.

For a small town, the room is towering and impressive and beautiful. Filtered through a expanse of glass in the ceiling, moonlight casts its judgement across the carved stone pillars of the rotunda. Patches of dark blue carpet are dimly aglow with the help of the night sky, until Marc casts his own shadow across them.

He walks past the circular desk that sits in the dead centre of the room, now having clocked the sign for the Reference section where Khonshu said the Codex may be hidden.

The shelves are shrouded in darkness as he approaches and searches for the number “202.” He doesn’t get very far before the hairs on the back of his neck pique his fight or flight.

His right hand meets the gun at his side, pointer finger itching to meet the strength of the trigger, and a small clicking noise on the other side of the room sends him slipping behind a pillar.

He waits, listens, tries to discern where the sound came from. Footsteps. Coming towards the centre of the room.

Towards him.

Marc slows his breathing to keep it quiet. He wonders if the other presence in the library can sense him in the way he could sense them. Sure, years of tactical training hone the senses, but there’s also a distinct human instinct that tells someone when they’re not alone. He swallows hard when he remembers that it’s possible this other presence is not human.

“I know you’re in here,” a voice echoes through the aisles and up to the ceiling. Sounds human enough. She doesn’t sound afraid so she probably has a weapon. Marc tightens his grip on the gun, readying to draw.

“Come on out,” you command, sounding a little impatient.

You don’t declare a weapon. He doesn’t hear the safety of a pistol disengage, or the cocking of a shotgun, so he emerges from the shadows with a hand on his holstered gun.

You look sharp and powerful, standing in the centre of the room. Empty hands hang by your side - no visible weapon - you tilt your head, intrigued when you see the intruder. The light of the early morning moon chisels harshly against your features, projecting something familiar and severe towards the man who’d broken in.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is accusing. You take a step towards him, head lowering to show him an unwavering, disarming stare. There’s a flicker of hostility and a glint of gold in your eyes that numbs his tongue just long enough to be too long. “English?” You stop walking and set your jaw. You look like a normal person.

“Yeah, English,” Marc finds his words and quickly assesses you, your stance, the outline of your body. There’s no bulkiness to your clothing, there’s no tension that gives away a readiness to strike; you’re no threat to him. There’s time to grab the book and get out before the small-town cops arrived.

“I’ll be out of your hair in a minute. No one needs to get hurt.” He says it as he turns away from you and you immediately call out after him.

“I won’t let you take it.”

He turns back and narrows his eyes in question.

“I know what you’re here for,” your fingers begin to curl into fists, your chest rises with a breath of preparation. “You need to leave. Now.”

Marc’s eyes flick to your growing battle posture, and he begins to summons the suit.

The exhales of the old pages lining the bookshelves glitter dust through the streams of moonlight. The same moonlight from which Khonshu’s vessel draws the power he begins to feel pulsing through his fingertips, through his chest and the back of his head. He lowers the hand from his gun and looks you dead in the eye. Marc sees another glimmer of gold. It was so fast, if he’d been blinking he’d have missed it. He juts his chin in challenge. “Who are you?”

“Leave,” is your only answer. “I won’t tell you again.”

The room fills with a gentle thundering the second your hands close into fists. Books, across every shelf, buzz with a strange power. The light fixtures are barely swinging, there’s no dust falling from the ceilings, but the shelves are alive with a ferocity you held. No more time to waste.

Lunar silver fills Marc’s vision as the sacred suit fixes tightly around him. He can’t leave here without that Codex. He’s fully prepared to fight you for it.

He positions himself into a stance ready to defend and to attack, watching with bated breath as you see his suit take place. The moment the ceremonial garb fits the last swath to Marc’s skin, you raise your fists.

The room falls quiet. The books fall still.

Marc waits, he listens, he watches as you determine he’s a bigger threat than you’d thought. It looks like you’re bleeding energy to hold your fists above your head, like you’re holding great power. Then, he notices the stream of moonlight begin to dilute. A warm, golden light begins emanating from the bookshelves. From the books themselves.

In a move too swift to predict, you draw your arms down towards your chest and fall to one knee.

A thread of light shoots from what looks to be every page in the room, blasting towards you before he has the chance to blink. Marc has to shield his eyes and again duck behind the pillar to protect himself from a glare so bright he was sure it rivalled the sun’s surface. It’s overpowering, debilitating, even through his tightly shut eyes, he throws his face against the crook of his elbow until he can sense the light begin to wane.

He emerges from the pillar fully prepared to attack, but stops in his tracks when he sees you rise to your feet.

You had transformed.

In a way that was all too familiar.

Golden cuffs circle your wrists, upper arms, your collar adorned with twists of gold and ivory. The breastplate of your armour is blanched leather bordered in the bones of an ancient being. A white cloth drapes around your waist, falling halfway down your legs. Your shins are wrapped in the same cloth, down to where your ankles are cuffed in gold above your bare feet.

Marc hold up his hands in surrender when he eyes the long golden staff in your white-knuckled grip. Not because he thought he couldn’t win, but because it looked like something he’d seen before. “I think we’re on the same side here.”

You smirk, scoff through your nose and point the staff at him. “Anyone attempting to steal the Ennead Codex is on no side of ours.”

“I’m not trying to steal it,” Marc drops the hood and lets the cloth peel back from his face. To show you his eyes in an appeal for trust. You didn’t waver. “I was sent to retrieve it.”

A raised eyebrow tells Marc that, to you, it’s the same fucking thing.

He holds his breath and asks, “Who do you serve?”

He watches you examine him. His suit. He watches as you realise you have a lot more in common than you’d care to admit; somehow, somewhere along the way, your lives ended up in the hands of beings too powerful to comprehend.

You don’t lower your staff as you say, with pride and strength in your voice, “I am the Scribe of Seshat. Tasked with protecting the Ennead Codex, and any knowledge those would seek out to use for destruction.” Marc takes a step forward and you don’t like that. With a single nod up, you counter, “Your turn.” Your grip on the hook-ended staff tightens. He doesn’t flinch.

“I am the Fist of Khonshu. Tasked with protecting travellers of the night.” He only stops when he’s a step away from the end of your staff. “Khonshu sent me to retrieve the Codex.”

You pull the sharp hook away, planting the lower end back on the floor beside your feet, and the books thunder for half a second. Again, Marc doesn’t flinch.

After several moments of tense, insular processing, you fix your eyes on a shelf behind your intruder and you begin to look nervous. “Seshat said this day would come.” You then meet his eye with an openness he hadn’t expected. “I just didn’t think it would be this soon.”

“Seshat doesn’t sit on the Ennead Council,” Marc subtly probes, keenly watching the way you’d react.

“No,” you confirm. “Never wants to. The only reason she has an Avatar is to keep them at bay. Seshat wants nothing to do with the Council…” you begin to walk past him, pausing at his side to add, “Especially Khonshu.”

You keep walking so Marc turns his body towards you, and don’t tell him to stay or back off so he follows as you enter the darkened rows.

Your barefooted steps are automatic and confident, carrying you to near the end of a nondescript shelf of reference material. After a moment of pause, reverence, and reflection, you place your hand on the spine of a thick book and chant a few words under your breath. It glows gold for a moment before changing appearance and sliding out into your hand.

Marc watches you caress the edges of the pages and look at the Ennead Codex as if it were something you truly cared for. Truly believed in.

He holds out a hand and promises, “I won’t let anything happen to it.”

Your head snaps towards him and he sees a startling intensity in your eye, along with those flecks of gold. “I know you won’t,” you start, “because the Codex isn’t leaving my sight.” Marc opens his mouth to protest but your protective grip tightens and you set your jaw. “I am the keeper of this Codex. I go where it goes.”

Marc shakes his head once. “Not gonna happen.”

“It’s not up for debate.”

“Don’t make me take it from you.”

A new low rumbling begins all around. Your eyes don’t leave each other as a smirk peaks into the corner of your mouth. “A sliver of waning moonlight versus a roomful of knowledge… do you like your chances against me in my domain, Moon Knight?”

Marc’s stomach lurches, though he gives no outward indication. Moon Knight. He didn’t tell you that name.

Your eyes burn gold, brightening every moment you build the power you’re pulling from the sources around you. Marc bites his tongue and assesses the situation as the library fills with the show of the ancient being you carry the mark of.

Marc arrives at the conclusion that, if you are indeed a vessel for Seshat, fighting you here would be a losing battle. He has no advantage. So, like a good Marine, he knows when to call the retreat. He knows when to compromise, and he does so with a gentle lift of his hands in surrender.

Your eyes return to normal, the books stop readying themselves for battle, and you brush past him with the Codex in your hands. He turns, recovering quickly, and starts after you. “How d’you-”

“Know that name?” You suddenly stop and turn. Marc’s body almost crashes against yours but he stops on a dime and plants one foot behind him, giving you two at least a little bit of personal space. You look him up and down before levelling him with a single look. “How do I, Avatar of the great Goddess of Wisdom and Knowledge, the goddess who invented writing and record-keeping… how do I know who you are?”

Your rhetorical question hangs in the air like the smirk lingers on your lips. After a few moments, Marc nods and sticks his tongue against the inside of his cheek. “We’ll go together to Khonshu, then go our separate ways.”

After, in silence, you reminisce on what Seshat had told you about this day that would come, you nod. “Fine. But if you try to take this from me, I’m gone.”

He gestures around and tries to look unimpressed. “Do you need to do a little light show to change outfits or…?”

He drops the suit in a matter of seconds, before showing a forced and sarcastic smile. Without breaking eye contact, your own garb seamlessly transforms back into the simple clothes you’d been wearing when you first walked in. Your height lifts by an inch when the sneakers finally form around your feet, and you don’t waste a second to turn and begin walking back towards the door from which you and Marc both came. “Keep up, Moon Boy.”

Marc huffs a low grunt, takes a deep breath to ground himself, and sets his jaw before following after you.

This was supposed to be a simple in-and-out, not a full-on extraction. He was here for the Codex, and now that you’ll be leaving your power source he’ll have to look after you until gods know when.

U.S. Marine to glorified fuckin’ babysitter…

Khonshu owes him. Big time.

#Marc Spector x reader #marc spector angst #marc spector moon knight #moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight one shot #marc spector x you #no y/n #marvel reader insert #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #My mind ran wild with this one #Obsessed with the idea of them discovering the library of Alexandria had never burnt down #But that Seshat had hidden it underground #Like that library from the last airbender #And there’s some big final showdown in there #And the reader is way too powerful #How fucking sick #Maybe I’ll write it someday

[erisenyo]

What are your favourite/must read Zukka fic recs?

Oh, where to even begin!

Feels Like We Only Go Backward by @oldpotatoe is absolutely a must-read if you like post-canon stories, it knocks the balance of angst and romance and pining and comedy out of the park.

I'll Do Anything You Say (If You Say It With Your Hands) by @goldrushzukka is one of my favorite (my favorite?) modern AU stories. The characterization of the entire Gaang, the writing, the build of the romance, the way knowing more than the characters makes you want to scream in the best way--truly can't recommend enough, have read it multiple times.

@sword-and-stars has some absolute bangers that I'm always going back to, as well. Ticket to Ride and Lay Down My Heart are frequent rereads for me, such impressive relationship-building through sex, and I absolutely adore Fighting Evil By Moonlight with my whole entire heart and think about it weekly

The Boo Chronicles by @ofherlionheart are a gorgeously done modern AU that follows the development of their relationship from friendship to realizing their feelings and getting together in slices of life that so richly leap off the page. Amazing characterization and so much nuance in the narration, and the external POVs in talkin' shit are such a delight.

Predictably As by HisMomoness is also a wonderful modern AU. It captures Zuko and Sokka's voices so well, and you can feel the depth of their lives and how lived-in their worlds are.

CSHfic and VSfic are amazing, too, particularly for canon-divergence stories. They have such amazing, creative takes on canon (Will We Last the Night), post-canon (Those Who Favor Fire), and fun in-world AUs (No One Knows Us) and all their stuff is absolutely worth a read.

Everything nights writes is a delight, too. One More Round had such a fun meet-cute, flirting, getting together story with the Gaang really well realized around Sokka, and blame it on the quarantine is pure fun (and is Zukki, not straight Zukka, FYI).

Young Love by Kalira is a quick in-canon read that I've come back to a lot. A really well-done outsider POV, and really good Hakoda-Sokka relationship elements as well that frames out the complicated dynamic between them.

Boomerangs and Rainbows by mindbending is also delightful. A fun premise, super clever, and really well written.

it's the mallrat in me by @chitsangenthusiast is another really fun modern AU. Amazing premise, amazing execution, such a fun cast and such a fun take on translating all the characters into a modern retail setting.

@dickpuncher420 has so many absolutely bangers, too, both modern AUs and canon-world stories. Fumbling Toward Ecstasy is full of so much fun pining and getting together and great sex, and Victory Lap immediately became a perennial winter-weather, Olympic-prep reread for me.

And if you aren't reading While Might Oaks Do Fall by @a-witch-in-endor then you should correct that immediately. Slow burn Zukka, which isn't the primary focus but a nice treat. The worldbuilding is beyond impressive, the thoughtfulness of the plotting, the characterization, the OCs--all absolutely amazing.

#asks and answers #anons #The stroll back through my bookmarks was delightful #And also makes me realize I severely underutilize them lol

[isa-beenme]

Moonlight

Chapter 1: Bohemian Rhapsody

When Hybern falls, all of their prior experiments are free to take the world as they want, but for months no one hears anything coming from the castle. Until the massacre. Until the whole palace explodes. Their biggest weapon is out, and she only has one objective: get back to her sisters.

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of child abuse, mentions of experiments with human beings, mentions of child murder (please someone tell me if I forgot something)

The reason why I chose the name of the chapter is quite simple: This is the song I listened to and repeated the whole time while I wrote the chapter. Also, Rhapsody means a collection of different beats and rhythms united in a song, and that represents this lovely group of ladies that are together now fighting for their lives. And Bohemia is the city where Fausto (a mythological German character) was born, it's said that he traded his life with a demon for knowledge, eternal life, and love, kinda reminds me of a certain Archeron sister that I created haha

When the country lost its king, we also lost our hope. Not me, exactly, but the younger girls who still thought we had a future of our own. We didn't, we were taught that our lives were never ours, but the king's, and after so many years, after Feyre Cursebreaker freed the High Lords in Prythian, after they entered the castle and left more damaged than they already were, after getting the Book of Breaths, after Prythian winning the war, and yet, no one coming here to actually free us, we were all just waiting for death.

Aemma's POV

I don't believe I ever got the chance to think about my life. I had a simple routine: get up in the early morning, eat breakfast, train my powers, eat lunch, train physically in the camps, eat dinner, study with the king, and go back to the cells to sleep. It was easy, it was enough. But then the war came, and Hybern fought there, and they lost.

We could’ve just left, it was an option, but some weeks after the war had ended, they received a new shipment of younglings to transform into faes, and we had to take care of them since the camp lords and ladies were busy trying to take care of everything that had left. It would be the perfect moment for anyone to come and save us. But they never did. And the camps started to work again, and the children were dead. Useless; they said.

Some of the girls had to take time to process the loss, they were grieving. Weird feeling this grief is. We always cry for others, no matter how hurt and broken we are, but after some time we stop caring about ourselves. We do not grieve our souls enough. Some girls were punished for feeling grief. Faes do not grieve, they said. But deep down, we were always humans. Would forever be. I told the king that once. He laughed, and I never uttered a word about my thoughts ever again.

After the grief, they went through a rough phase of pure anger. I was the same as I ever was, leading. We protected those children as our own. For months, we fed, washed, and taught them as much as we could. No one told us that the cauldron was gone. If so, I would've told Vivie to not get too attached. That was their mistake. To not prepare me for the rush of feelings that came after. The king knew how to pacify me, how to make me an obedient servant. I always knew he was bad, evil, disgusting, and sadistic. But somehow, so was I, and he offered me a place, a listener, a task, and an objective. I couldn’t help but grieve for him too. 

But what did they did to the kids? Unacceptable. I killed, tortured, and fed Enchantress' soul with their despair. I enjoyed that too. I burned their houses, their camps, their ships, everything I could. Silently, I learned how to use my power and ended them with it. We took the studies they kept in the castle and saved them for the land we were going to. To sell the knowledge, use it as a job, or just give it to someone, it didn’t matter. Not when everyone in Hybern was dead and the only thing that had left was their experiments. 

Some girls went back to Wotawa. Some went to Vallahan. But me and the bigger group? We are in Prythian. The fae realm of Prythian. The idea is to simply find a place for ourselves and start life again – no, not again, simply start it. My objective is as simple as life: find my sisters again. But I have to secure all of the other girls somewhere I know they will be safe.

We first came to Spring Court, knowing that the High Lord wasn’t watching for the land anymore. We’ve been here for a few days now, mapping the area with Alyssa’s power, since she can see the world with different eyes than us. Oletta is making sure we don’t get caught surprised by any danger, since she can feel any kind of movement from living beings. And Naomi has been keeping us hidden from view any time someone gets too close to our little camp. That’s how we work, together and smoothly. We can be railed up at any moment if we don’t.

Or not anymore. It’s hard to leave the idea that we can be punished for our mistakes behind. Although a mistake can get us punished by nature. The real world is as complicated as the King told me. It’s dangerous and unpredictable and scary and big and-

- Aemma? Alyssa finished mapping the Night Court, the girls want to know if you will decide where we are going now or if we need to wait - Ada appears behind me, taking me out of my thoughts suddenly.

- Reunite the girls, we are deciding now - I tell her while getting up from the place where I was sitting.

Ada has the power to talk to animals, a power considered useless for Hybern, and became one of the first girls to be considered our slaves. It’s clear by the poor and ragged dress she’s wearing, different from all of the training uniforms we have dressed. Each one of us was designated a different color so that the king could differentiate us in the training from afar. Either way, I am the only one wearing blue, the cobalt blue designated for me because of my eyes that carry the same shade so everyone would know where to look when I started to train.

Once I get in the middle of the camp a good number are already reunited, waiting for the debate we know won't take long. It was always like this, I said, they followed. Easy. Alyssa is looking excited, and I simply know it’s because her power was finally used for something good. Somehow I understand the feeling. 

- Where is Clover? Someone bring her here, please? - Soon I say the girls start to open a way for the dark-skinned girl to come to the middle too - Clover, show us what Alyssa is seeing.

Clover’s power is, at the same amount that is useful, is very specific. She can project the image that someone is thinking as something visible to everyone, that’s how we end up with a sort of map in the middle of us with very detailed forms and named with the principal cities and borders.

- Okay, I think all of us agree that the Autumn Court is a big no since we know who the High Lord is. Winter Court is a no too since we need to keep Olive alive and she needs heat. This makes us take Summer Court out too because, on the other side, we need to keep Livie alive and she needs the cold. We are already at the Spring Court and the High Lord is still a lost cause, although Missy, Lyanna, and Elara are making a list of the ones that want to stay here and help the Court and prevent it from falling even more apart, so anyone with plant, weather, and healing related powers are welcomed and appreciated. The three will be waiting on their sleeping spot in case someone is interested.

The map shines in front of me as the said Courts disappear from view.

- All of the Seasonal Courts are out then. Dawn Court is out because of the number of mountains, and we all know Shuri needs space - The said girl gets red as a big amount of the group laughs. Shuri is our runner but is still adapting to her power, and the last time she collided with a mountain we stayed almost three whole days cleaning the mess. That’s when the camps were moved to a more plain place - Now we are only between the Night and the Day Court. And I won’t lie, for me the choice is quite obvious. 

- And why?

- Day Court is amazing, it’s true, but Night Court is the biggest of all of them, they have different races of faes and the most powerful beings in their Inner Circle. They can keep our training and give us resources. 

- And why exactly do we think they are going to help us? - Vivie comes from behind, her eyes still red and puffy from the nights she hasn’t been sleeping.

- They were the only ones who tried to stop Hybern from the beginning. Feyre Cursebreaker is the High Lady, and just the fact they accepted a High Lady is already a positive point. And you know about the General trying to include Illyrian females in the training. They might not be perfect but we can help too, offering our knowledge.

- And it has nothing to do with the fact that your sisters are there? - She asks with a stoic face, making me stop in my tracks, and slowly turn.

- How do you know that Nestha and Elain are alive? 

- I heard your conversation with Anika. She heard a group of peasants talking about them and told you. But were you planning to tell us that we are after your sisters too?

- We are not after my sisters. If I had to take you all to a different side of the world to make you safe I would, if I had to choose between keeping all of you secure and seeing my sisters again, Mother knows I would choose you without thinking twice, the fact that they are there too is a matter fact of coincidence - She downs her head and another one of the girls put a hand on her shoulder to half hug her - I know you are hurt, I consider the incident my fault too, but we cannot throw rocks at each other in such a delicate moment like this. I chose the Night Court uniquely because it’s the best place now. If anyone has an objection, tell me right now and I will consider it. But we will leave tomorrow morning. The ones who can winnow can already go rest, you will work less than the day we escaped but it is still a lot. The rest can go do the normal chores.

As the bigger group starts to dissipate Vivie stays in place, waiting until everyone goes back to their place.

- So? Something else you want to accuse me of?

- I’m sorry. I’m just… I don’t know. It feels weird.

- You’re sad and tired. It's okay. I shouldn’t be so hard on you either. I understand that after so much time being reprimed of feelings is weird to have so much freedom to… hm.

- Talk? Yeah, I know. Sorry once again - She glances at me with a shadow of a smile, the best she has done in all these days.

- Aemma Archeron, you dirty little liar - Enchantress decides to make her appearance after Vivie walks away, her shadowed body standing in front of me with only her face fully visible to me. Laughing. She’s laughing at me.

- It was for the greater good. Night Court is the best option - I answer in the language I took years to learn how to speak, the one only she can understand.

- It might’ve been, but your true objective is to find your dear sisters, is it not?

- Can be, but I’m taking them with me, they are my family as much as my blood sisters - I start to walk away to my own sleeping spot, seeing the shadow figure following me, knowing damn well that her shadows are curving around my shoulders as a way of telling everyone else for us to not be interrupted.

- You are indeed lovely, young Aemma. How long can you stay like this? - She asks while taking one of my hair’s strands.

- Depends on how long you will keep talking shit in my ears - I shove her away, hearing her laugh slowly dissipate into the deep parts of my brain.

- That’s why I like you so much, little Aemma.

Maybe that’s why I hate myself too. Tomorrow would be a new day, and the pull I feel in my chest could finally be released.

#azriel × reader #azriel/reader #azriel x oc #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x female!reader #Spotify

[obscuredilfoff]

Propaganda below the cut!

Solomon "Doc" Saturday

He's buff. He's a scientist. He cares about animals and the environment. He loves his wife, his son, and the three Literal Cryptids that they've adopted. He went blind in one eye protecting his son. His son turns out to be the reincarnation of an evil god and he's like "Okay. He's still my son and I still love him. We just have to get the evil god out of him." He's snarky. He's trying to corral his wife away from doing insane shit, except for the rare occasions where he's the one doing insane shit. He and his wife have an ongoing science vs mysticism debate that affects every mission they go on.

Uncle Jim

he got bankrupted by his ex boyfriend's parents (ex died and the bank account was in the name of the ex) and had to build his life up from scratch. hes raising his 17 year old nephew for atleast 7 years because his sister did want to be a parent. he has bills to pay but can barely make ends meet. hes the sweetest man on the planet. he famously said 'why do you have to be gay? is it not enough to be poor?' while pursuing a guy he has a one night stand with (its famous because HES gay, hes had to fight his mildly homophobic sister about it and is estranged from her - while raising her child at her request) he nearly got punched by a pretty boy loser of a banker guy (ex bf of one night stand guy). one person is introduced as someone with a long time crush on jim and he turns him down by calling him a Good Kid. the actor for this character is 29 so its a fandom belief that hes probably at most 32 and Dramatique TM. he has so much game. the end scene of the show is him pulling one night stand by his id card, whispering dirty things in his ears and then BITING the lobe. mostest tierdest gay of the neighbourhood, we love uncle jim (additional info with no joke whatsoever because that would be soooo rude and inappropriate - jim in thai slang means pussy, which is the name of this gay elder who everyone in 1km radius wants to fuck. do what you will with this addition)

He's got two young twinks fighting over him. Is like in his late 30s but acts like he's way older. Tells one of the guys who has been in love with him for years that he's a good kid. Dick so good that he got a guy to work for him for free for like a year before he finally acknowledged that they could potentially get together (they only fucked once at the very start). Tells his gay nephew that lives with him that he shouldn't be gay since he's already poor.

#solomon “doc” saturday #the secret saturdays #uncle jim #moonlight chicken #polls #round 2

[r-rook-studio]

Return to the Bracknell Horror

Crossposted from R-Rook.studio.

I like to think of myself as someone who loves and writes scenarios that are inherently sandboxy. My ideal horror investigation scenarios—Goblin Archive's The Mall and Zzarchov Kowalski's Price of Evil—have a few hooks, a usefully detailed map, a well-thought-out escalation clock, and interesting, tersely described NPCs... but not much else. In adventure design, those are my ideals. Sometimes, at a one-shot are con, you need to make your frames slightly harder, but often when doing that, the goal is to preserve as much player agency and GM creativity as possible, especially when the scenario isn't only for demo or public play.

Over the past weekend, I had a writing breakthrough with "The Bracknell Horror," an adventure for the next Roseville Beach Book. This post isn't grand RPG theory; it's just a quick note that my two favorite parts of scenario design (setting and escalation clock) were ultimately what fixed the problem. It's odd that I've run this little adventure many times since I started working on Roseville Beach in 2019—it's fun and gives me room to bring in a lot of the PC's connections—but it was only last weekend that I was really happy with it how it all came together.

"The Bracknell Horror" has been my go-to con game or demo for Moonlight on Roseville Beach. Inspired by both a messy blend of the Migo and the Dreamlands with the actual Belvedere Guest House on Fire Island, I've been running it since 2019. Roseville Beach's Bracknell Lodge is a good place for a kidnapping mystery: the guest house is too expensive and exclusive for our PC sleuths to have been in before, even though it's local to the town where they do their monster-hunting. It also gives them the potential to deal with wealthy, WASPy, and mostly unsympathetic queer characters who are still being harmed by cishet magician Simon Mather and his cronies who've decided Roseville Beach is the perfect place to find some warm bodies for some nightmarish Dreamlands entities to possess.

Ultimately, I didn't put it into either the quickstart or the main book because we were out of space and because while it was always a sandbox when I got to the Bracknell, I was always too intimidated to create an escalating clock and always needed a scene structure and over-the-top clues to get them there.

In my original version, the PCs wake up Saturday morning to discover that during the night, people have gone missing. In some cases, they had missed connections with those folks and may have been looking for them before. I'd always excused that issue, rationalizing that missing a meet-up with friends in an era before cell phones often meant not reconnecting until everyone got back home the next day. But Roseville Beach isn't just a small town, it's a fairly tiny one, and the locals know each other well, so I was never happy with actively preventing the PCs from getting involved until the clock was farther advanced, but my brain was hyper-focused on that structure until I started preparing to run it for A Weekend with Good Friends hosted on Discord by The Good Friends of Jackson Elias. Finally, it occurred to me that the adventure really needed to begin the night the disappearances start instead of just including a few flashbacks the PCs remember the next day. In doing that, I had a chance to target not just the PC's connections and allies but also the PCs themselves, giving them a chance to interfere with Mather's plans as they were getting started or follow Macgregor and his cronies as they moved through the town finding people to target rather than waking up the next morning and converging on the Bracknell.

I'd been afraid that getting the PCs involved too soon might mean it moved from creepy horror scenario to a big fight in the middle of town, but it took PCs time to confirm what was happening and that the people who were running late or took longer than usual to use the bathroom, find a pay phone, or cash a check at the grocery were actually, really missing that the kidnappers always had a head start (a crow shifter spotted one of Mather's henchlings walking toward the Bracknell with one of the victims, but couldn't do much to interfere until he rendezvoused with everyone else). Once that happened, a PC who'd been invited back to the Bracknell by a stranger she was dancing with had a new motivation to accept the invitation. We still had a chance to explore all the less-known ways to get into the lodge—the gardener's entrance, sneaking in via the unused boathouse, climbing over the front gate (this time with the cover of night)—so I got to reference Dai's incredible map (that will also appear in the full version of Dim All the Lights).

This time, I'd also simplified Mather's plans so that they were way easier to plot out on a clock, and PCs interfering with them weren't filling pages of notes when they learned about them. Moving everything to the nighttime also meant that PCs' plans to get into the Lodge by subterfuge, stealth, and seduction felt more logical and logically likely to succeed.

#roseville beach #moonlight on roseville beach #dim all the lights #tabletop gaymes #tabletop game design #ttrpg design #scenario design

[istadris]

Bless the Lord of the Rings movies for taking themselves seriously despite how "corny" or cliche they could seem.

Bless their old-fashioned speeches and strange elven accents that are never pointed out. Bless how serious everyone is about a Mount of Doom. Bless that simple yet powerful story of Good vs Evil.

I love their hand kisses and lovers standing in the moonlight and forehead kisses to expression affection and kneeling to show respect. I praise their politeness yet unrestrained affection between close characters. I bask in their soft voices and tender gestures.

These movies have hilarious lines and exchanges that fit perfectly the tone of the setting but never once do they make fun of themselves for having serious moments, never do you have aside jokes in a "haha sikes, you really thought they meant that? Silly you for being moved by a rousing speech".

These movies took an Epic and despite the changes they managed to adapt it while retaining every bit of powerful writing that made it a classic. Even as you read this post several scenes are flashing through your mind as you remember the awe, terror or merriness you felt the first time you saw the Balrog fight, the mines of Moria, Aragorn closing gently Frodo's hand carrying the Ring, Gimli and Legolas' banter, the wait for the Uruk-Hai army at Helm's deep, every expression of Gollum, Gandalf's comfort of his friends in the dark times, Pippin lighting the beacons of Gondor or singing mournfully as Faramir rides to his death, Merry chanting "Death" with Eowyn and Theoden and an entire army of Rohirrim as they ride toward Sauron's army, "I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you!". The endings. As the Fellowship finally ends and goes their separate ways and the story gently ends on a father going home, closing the door of a little hobbit house in the ground.

#lord of the rings #I'm just a bit emotional about these movies

[mediterraneanmenace]

Pairing: Raphael x Raksha (OC, not Tav/Durge) I consider Tav a separate character with their specific story elements - Raksha never gets abducted by the Mind Flayers, nor she ever gets a tadpole. Her home is also not Baldur's Gate but the city of Helgabal, in the kingdom of Damara! :)

Warnings: 18+ for sexual themes (in later chapters), age gap (Raphael is like... *several* centuries older, if not millennia), slow burn.

Summary: Eleven years before the events of Baldur's Gate 3, Raphael's attentions for a young, ambitious tiefling turn into something deep enough for him to want her as his bride. There's only one problem - Raksha slays infernal beings for a living. (This is pretty much an experiment feat. a Raphael more in touch with his human feelings)

"Perfume lingers about your flesh Like incense about a censer; You charm like the evening, Tenebrous, passionate nymph

Ah! the most potent philtres Are weaker than your languor, And you know the caresses That make the dead live again!

You tear me open, dark beauty, With derisive laughter, And then look at my heart With eyes as soft as moonlight"

[Les Fleurs du Mal — Charles Baudelaire]

[24 Ches, 1481 DR]

Raphael's mind was so inconveniently clouded by that mortal; a tiefling whose veins bore Archdevil Baalzebul's blood - his father's greatest and most hated rival.

Four long years he'd been watching, stalking her since she started her rise to Paladin Captain at nineteen until now, at twenty-three. At first, the Cambion didn't give much weight to her androgynous visage appearing in his dreams; not until he found himself fantasizing more and more about his hand lost in the sea of her inky black hair, with her muscular arms around his neck...

If Mephistopheles' ambition to oust Asmodeus mirrored his own, Raksha's rapid promotion wasn't too different from Baalzebul's rise as the Master of the Nine Hells' favorite - but unlike his father, Raphael saw that as something worthy of praise rather than enmity.

Fate was not without irony for the man who adopted and raised Raksha was the head of an extremist sect of the cult of Ilmater, the "Martyred Father" - the young tiefling's zealotry was one of the main reasons she managed to climb the ranks so fast: her dedication to purge the world from vice and sin brought her to the deepest pits of Avernus to fight against evil in its home.

But that didn't deter Raphael from wanting Raksha for himself, even if he was everything she fought against: she was the forbidden fruit, the sweetest he would ever taste.

He would stay in the mirror room at the House of Hope for hours, scrying the tiefling go about her life, without knowing he even existed if not for some fleeting glances whenever he visited the court of the Lord she served, the cathedral she lived at or the training grounds his beloved Paladin would train at along with her companions.

Raksha would look at him and ignore his presence as yet another curious, random person wanting to see the famous Holy Vengeance, whose sword slayed countless fiends from the Hells. Korrilla, sick of seeing the pathetic state of longing her boss was in, decided to prod him into doing something.

"Just go talk to her. You had a thousand mistresses" - the Warlock thought for a split second to her sister - "This... Raksha can't be too different from all the others, no?" "You are right, many were the lovers to entertain me in my boudoir"

Raphael's thoughtful eyes fixated on Raksha's reflection in the Scrying Eye and an almost paternal smile appeared on his lips: she was practicing the speech for her nomination as Holy Inquisitor that would have taken place that very night. He knew she wouldn't have stopped until it was perfect. A formal, high society event that would culminate in a ball was the crowning moment of a lifetime of sacrifices for her.

"But she's... Something I rarely met in all these centuries. A kindred spirit"

Korrilla didn't have a hard time figuring out why: personality wise, Raksha was incredibly similar to her master's younger self with her pompous, brash attitude - a pride not unwarranted, given her accomplishments.

"I guess it makes sense" the Warlock thought, shrugging. After all, that was the same man who would fuck an Incubus glamoured to look exactly like him so falling in love for someone who had a brain similar to his wasn't too far off.

"I'll have to ask you to keep an eye on the House for me tonight, Korrilla" - Raphael ran his hand through his hair in a nervous gesture - "I have a ball to attend to"

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #raphael #raphael x oc #The Devil's Bride #Raksha #tiefling #or is she...? #i use she/her for Raksha but she pretty much doesnt care about gender and WILL be described as he/him by some characters #and she doesn't correct them. Sometimes she uses potions to present as physically male too tbf #corrected the date to be accurate to DnD (Ches instead of March) #cause we're nerds here

[flowers-all-around-me]

I did it! I actually did it!!!!!!!

Hell yea me :D In spite of it being a new semester (and thesis year!) I managed to create something for every day this month :3

Big thanks to the people who read/liked the (three lol) works I managed to post before today. I have been very creative though, and have edited/will have time to edit more, so I'll be posting and adding my works in the coming 3 days (I hope)!

Biggest shout-out to my friends that read the unedited slop I produced and gave me feedback. And who generally made sure I stayed creative all throughout the month <3

And, naturally, thank to @febuwhump for organising this event!

Now, all my works will be listed under the cut (and linked to as I post them). Thank you all and see you next year!

1 - neither resent nor forgive (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - Helpless Summary:

They were standing within a burnt husk, a monument to nothing but death and loss. And yet, here they were. Bathed in the colour from the way moonlight shone through the stained glass window. It felt hopeful. Strange. --- Verm feels haunted by Lance's ghost, in spite of the words that the Nightwing shared with him. And, against his better judgement, he feels kinship with Bruce's fight.

2 - Her Blood On His Hands (on AO3) Dishonored, T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - Solitary Confinement Summary:

A drabble discussing Corvo's imprisonment in Coldridge Prison.

3 - untitled fanart (on Tumblr) Small Saga (video game), Warning for blood + animal injury Alt Prompt 4 - Human Weapon

4 - To Find Purpose (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings (mentions of injury, amputation, loss of eye, unhealthy injury recovery). Prompt - Obedience Summary:

It hurt. And for once, the anger wasn’t strong enough to push through the pain. --- Verm is released into Quintus' care. A ghost of who he used to be, he makes his peace with the thought of staying in servitude.

5 - A Walk Home (on AO3) Dishonored, T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - Rope Burns Summary:

A drunk Treavor has an unfortunate encounter on his way to the Pendleton manor. Fortunately for him, his assailants try to drag him through the Bottlestreet Gang's territory.

6 - Can't Forget This Hurt (on AO3) Dishonored, T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - "You lied to me" Summary:

Thomas lived his life quietly; unassuming and almost peaceful. Up until a face from the past quickly changes it all.

7 - This Heavy Grief (on AO3) Might & Magic: Clash of Heroes, Gen, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - Suffering in silence Summary:

Sir Ignatius Thunderblade was proud to have won the Emperor's tournament. He was honoured to be invited into the palace. Godric, hidden under that very same armour, was only scared. Grieving.

8 -in my min, an endless abyss (on AO3) Resident Evil, T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - "Why won't it stop?" Summary:

He groaned in pain, collapsing to his knees along with the facility around him. The damage done to it was too severe. Knowing how deep they were, Piers could only imagine the pressure that wanted to crush him. --- Piers has a nightmare about how close to death he got.

9 - not a home to return to (on AO3) Hollow Knight, Gen, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - Bees Summary:

Hornet's duty means looking over the entire Hallownest. Which means visiting the Hive. Which means being faced with the loss of those she cared for.

10 - Sharp End First (on AO3) Dishonored, M, Graphic Depictions Of Violence + Major Character Death Prompt - Killing in self-defence Summary:

She was locked in a room. Alone. Again. This time, Emily was even more scared than before. This time, she didn’t even dare believe Corvo could have survived. After all, how could she get lucky like that twice? --- Emily finds a way to save herself in the Lighthouse.

11 - at first you succeeded (now try, try, try again) (on AO3) The Mechanisms (band), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - Time-loop Summary:

They woke up at their desk, printer ink smudged where their face had been. Damn, they must have fallen asleep right after they got the forms printed. Lyfrassir groaned and pushed themselves up. The clock on the wall showed it was 2:11 in the morning. Great. Pulling overtime was hell. But the case had to be solved as soon as possible, that much its bosses had made clear. So Lyfrassir resolved itself to getting another mug of coffee from the kitchenette and then went back to its work. The Black Box lit up when they touched it, activating the Asgardian interface to show the recording.

12 - To Find Forgiveness (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt - Semi-Consciouss Summary:

Verm felt someone move him. He drifted in and out of consciousness, the entire time, just praying to be left for dead. It was a unique sort of misery, but drifting as he was… It was hard not to think of what he was told. --- Verm struggles to awaken after he washes out from the Underriver.

13 - reunion neither of us wanted (on AO3) Pyre (video game), Gen, No Archive Warnings Prompt - "You weren't supposed to get hurt" Summary:

After their first Liberation Rite, the Nightwings discover an unexpected new exile.

14 - one last chance to leave (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Alt Prompt 2: "I love you" Summary:

Blademaster Leo and Sir Diego, The Iron Justice, never wanted to cross their weapons. Never against someone they cared for the most. But fate was not in their favour.

15 - Returned In Glory (on AO3) Pyre (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Warnings Prompt: "Who did this to you?" Summary:

After the Nightwings reformed, the Liberation rites broke a lot of traditions. However, when Manley is the one to be freed, Androbeles IX finds he cannot mind too much.

16 - a chance to fix things (on AO3) Heroes of Might and Magic V (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Warnings Prompt: Came back wrong Summary:

Nicolai said nothing, when he awoke. Isabel had thought he would be happy to see her. Her love, finally with her, away from the cold clutches of death. But he was just quiet. He looked at her, with something like grief in his face. Something almost like anger. --- Isabel doesn't learn what truly became of Nikolai immediately after his resurrection. That doesn't mean she's able to pretend everything is alright for long.

17 - the relief of rescue (on AO3) Dishonored (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Warnings Prompt: Hostage situation Summary:

The pain was to be expected. The ground was cold and he had been kneeling for a good while. The ropes were bound tightly and chafed his skin, while the cacophony from the Overseer music box made Thomas feel like he was crawling out of his skin. The cold was worse, though. --- Thomas is among the assassins interrogated during the Overseer mission to the Flooded District.

18 - This Heavy Burden (on AO3) Might & Magic: Clash of Heroes, Gen, Major Character Death Prompt: Too weak to move Summary:

Fiona is gravely injured while running from the demons attacking Irollan. And, after a while, it becomes too difficult to fight for her life.

19 - This Heavy Fear (on AO3) Might & Magic: Clash of Heroes, Gen, Chose Not To Use Warnings Prompt: "Please don't" Summary:

Aidan was scared. He wasn’t even able to hide it. He smelled smoke even when he was falling through the magic portal, trying to reach out to Fiona. She looked pale and didn’t even answer when Aidan called to her. --- Aidan falls to Sheogh alone and afraid.

20 - can't protect you (so you'll protect me instead) (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Alt Prompt 1: Human Shield Summary:

Solhill, the Forgotten Village. Rosaline and Maisie are left behind; and it's Rosaline that got hurt.

21 - a new home (on AO3) Bug Fables: The Everlasting Sapling (video game), Gen, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt: Unresponsive Summary:

Leif is trapped within Snakemouth Den. But at least he is not alone.

22 - spoken only to ourselves (on AO3) Dishonored (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Warnings Prompt: "You weren't meant to be there" Summary:

No, none of that troubled him. He had funding for his work, and he had enough freedom to do what he wanted. And yet… Kirin was concerned about no news from Dunwall. From Doctor Galvani specifically. --- Kirin tried to keep Galvani away from the coup. Unfortunately, he failed.

23 - no gods (other than death) (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt: Presumed dead Summary:

His heart was beating in his chest. Verm was just a small, blurry shape on the ground. But he wasn’t moving, still trapped in the thundersnare. So Lance would have to stay put. Distract a god and live. --- Lance tries to save his brother. He survived. But Verm's gone; without even a body left behind.

24 - On No More Use (on AO3) Dishonored (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Warnings Prompt: "I'm doing this because I care about you." Summary:

Thomas found a new purpose with the Brigmore Withces. With Breanna. But the choice to protect it is also what rips it all away.

25 - Lose Everything (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt: Waterboarding Summary:

Verm wavered, stumbling. His paw struggled to hold onto his blade, to use it as a crutch. The world tilted. Siobhan called after him. Verm hit the water. --- Verm didn't expect to lose on the Bloody Bridge, even if it was to Blademaster Leo. But that's not even the worst part of what happens to him.

26 - If I Had Another Chance (on AO3) Assassin's Creed 2 (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt: "Help them" Summary:

Claudia remembered travelling after her brother once he wrote to her about the Constantinople headquarters being attacked. She remembered meeting up with him in Masyaf, meeting his newest paramour. And now here she was, awake and… Young. --- Claudia awakens in Florence in 1476, determined to save her family.

27 - The Place Won't Let You Go (on AO3) Pyre (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt: Left for dead Summary:

Oralech thought he won his freedom back. He thought he could go home. Instead, he fell.

28 - protect you (at any cost) (on AO3) Small Saga (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Prompt: "No... Not like this" Summary:

Rosaline did what she could to protect her sister. But, much as she tried, Maisie would get hurt anyway.

29 - a promise to save you (on AO3) Dishonored (video game), T, Chose Not To Use Warnings Alt prompt 7: Last words Summary:

“Just focus. I’ll get you out of here,” her father said. Their backs were pressed together, both in combat position. The nobility around the room all slain mercilessly. Just focus, Emily repeated to herself. Corvo was right. He had her back, they would get out of this. Or so she thought. --- Emily's father may not have died. But she still loses him.

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhump masterlist #flower writes #flower arts

[magicalgirlmascot]

it didnt win but do you have magical girl webcomic recommendations anyway? 👀

I was planning on going out to find more if that was the one picked, but just of the ones I know already:

If you haven't read Sleepless Domain yet, that's the one I kind of think of as like the most popular one? And it's popular for a reason, it's so good. It's about a world where magical girls are just a known quantity in everyday life. Their society is built around them since they protect ordinary people from the monsters that come out at night, so for example there's a special school just for them that starts later in the day to make up for the fact that they're up all night fighting evil by moonlight, they're basically celebrities, there are branches of government specifically dedicated to them, it's just fascinating to see a world where stuff like this is taken to its logical conclusion. The story has set up some spooky and compelling mysteries, the characters are fun and relatable and gay as shit, the art and character design is super cute, I mean what can be said about Sleepless Domain that hasn't been said. It's literally so good. CONTENT WARNING: there is an early plot point involving major character death, and it becomes the driving force for a lot of the series.

ALSO THE LITTLE DANCE TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE IN CHAPTER 21 AAAAAAHHHHH MY LIL GAY HEARTCATCH FAN HEART I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

There's also XII, which I found by accident at a con last year. It's about a group of girls at a boarding school who accidentally start awakening magic powers in themselves and then others. As more people start gaining powers, the people in charge at the school start taking notice and trying to crack down on things. There's a lot going on behind the scenes, and part 1 sets up some great mysteries. Part 1 (Of Magic and Muses) is fully completed, with three volumes out, and Part 2 (Of Rogues and Remnants) just has the one chapter out for now and has gone on hiatus recently, but I'd still definitely recommend giving it a read! I have all three volumes (I bought the first volume at Pretty Heroes last year, read it in one night, then went back and bought the next two volumes the next day) and a standee of Georgia because we stan a shitty delinquent bully character who becomes less shitty but still a delinquent. CONTENT WARNING: (taken directly from the website) part 1 contains bullying, strangulation, drowning, blood, general violence, partial nudity, and language, while part 2 contains animal harm, police violence, disassociation, blood, sexual situations, general violence, partial nudity, and language. I swear it's not like full Madoka or anything but it is a darker magical girl series. It's really good I promise.

There's also Elements of the Round on Webtoon, which I actually found via Art Fight of all places lol. I'm not caught up with it at all (I stopped using Webtoon around when its first chapter ended) but it's a neat story based around Arthurian myth! I love Nina, she's great. It's a bit simpler than the other two but quite good! CONTENT WARNING: familial death early on.

And another Webtoon: Let's Celebrate! is a globe-trotting magical girl story about magical girls based around holidays! When I quit using Webtoon it had three, based on Christmas, St. Patrick's Day, and New Year's. The way the monsters work is so interesting, and I love the art!! Also it's super cute and hella gay and I definitely should catch up. No content warnings from my memory.

Hopefully there are a couple here that are new to others!

#magical girls #webcomics #i'll be honest my concept of what is and isn't popular is very skewed lol i have no idea how well known these actually are

[misty-wisp]

hey hey I've recently jumped back into the omori fandom after a year and its been a fun romp through your tsumi to batsu fics! Sunny and omori are my two favorites here :)

I especially love how you portray omori as a character when a good number of fanfics (+fandom) just deem the guy as "evil version of sunny who doesn't feel anything except for hatred for sunny and there isn't an nuance with him even though he's an manifestation of sunny's coping and a reflection of sunny's thoughts" or "12 year old brat with a knife"

like??? I know that during the omori boss fight he pulls out the most vile shit a 12 year old manifestation of your self hatred can pull out and in the bad ending theres an interpretation that omori took over sunnys body and jumps but did you not see what happens after the bossfight??

Omori hugs sunny after his fight boss no matter the ending and its really powerful in the good ending especially since it's sunny beginning to forgive himself and let go

And yet the people focus in the bossfight dialogue instead of the hug that happens after

Of course, there's the entirety of blackspace to consider and numerous basil deaths which is something to add for the evil knife kid.

On the more positive side of things

Omori leaving notes for sunny to take care of himself, telling him to be nice to his mom, and taking control of the body so sunny won't starve like he most likely did for 4 years-

*clenches hand, clenches hands clenches hand clench-* Yes Yes YES YES THAT'S MY BOY

Sunny realizing that omori isn't someone who runs away but instead hides and starts to look for him....I smell a Thing (TM) between sunny who runs away from his trauma and omori locking away bad memories, hiding it in the backstage (blackspace) as the mainshow (headspace) plays

Honestly, I don't think you really intended that to be taken this way but still

Omori going "good morning" when sunny asks an uncomfortable question, man has impeccable timing

Then-! Then-! The flower tending scenes!

Omori taking good care of his friends flowers while the white tulips being neglected.

It turns the tables around the usual sunny being unable to forgive himself to omori unable to forgive himself (or rather believing he doesn't deserve forgiveness in this case)

"The lilies looked especially perfect, he noticed" ouhgough goughgough big sister mari

"The tulips. They’re all withering away. While the rest of the flowers were full of color, glistening in the sunlight (moonlight?) the tulips remained a dead brown, practically twigs.

'Don't mind those,' Omori said, stopping in his tracks. 'They don't need any tending to.'" OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH MY HEART

White tulips signalifying forgiveness, Sunny taking care of them which silently conveys that he forgives Omori which is verbally confirmed, the both of them being represented by white tulips--!

Omori suddenly breaking the photo of mari without knowing why he did so- I feel like this guy has to slowly work on not erasing the 'truth' during this fic ey?

I know that photo of Mari was most likely headspace Mari but I like to think that it was an irl Mari picture

In my heart, they're friends your honor

OH MY GOSH THANK YOU THIS IS SO SWEET???? genuinely i never thought my au would bring someone this much joy omg 😭 tysm

i love how you caught all those little details too--funnily enough i don't think anyone's fully caught that the tulips weren't tended to because omori doesn't forgive himself(+thinks he doesn't deserve forgiveness) hehehehehe

also anon i am literally in love with how you found a parallel regarding how sunny used to run away from his problems and how omori does that now 😭 i don't remember if i was intentionally implying that??? but i most certainly am now omg

recently i haven't been into omori as much as before but wow i feel so much more motivated to get back to writing my fic...genuinely tysm this means a lot to hear!!!

#ask #Anonymous #omori au #tsumi to batsu au #yurushite fic #omori spoilers

[sunhatllama]

Please Don't Leave Me (Part 6)

A Resident Evil Fic Request

For @leonisdumbasallhell

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, bodily fluids

Tags: Married Chreon, Infection, Major Character Injury

Word Count: 2368

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Chris's chest constricted painfully as he closed the bedroom door behind him. God, he was leaving Leon all alone while infected, while dying. Even the small attempt at sitting up winded the man horribly, his chest shuddering for air. It reminded Chris of that day in Norway—when Leon pushed his body to the brink of death to save Chris. He didn’t remember much of that night, but he knew the hypothermia and blood loss nearly killed the man, and he did it all for Chris.

He shook his head. He had to go. He had to help his team. And buy time for Rebecca to finish creating that vaccine. Leon saved him before, now it was his turn to return the favor.

'Hold on Leon." 

Double-checking his weapons and magazines, Chris walked down the last corridor before exiting the front door with a deep sigh, the chilled night air tinged with unease. He immediately brought out his AR, designed for mid to long-range shooting, his specialty. He was more of a 'brute force' fighter as Leon would call him, often using his fists and upper body strength to reserve ammo, while his husband used his precise handgun and flexible legs more effectively. Leon also had the better aim of the two, and he liked to tease Chris about it, but Chris was too proud of the man’s abilities to tease back.

Chris swallowed thickly, trying to focus on the moment. He was doing this for Leon.

He steeled himself and walked over to Fran and Elli, nodding to them. "Any news?"

Eli sniffed. "Captain. Our sensors indicate their numbers are increasing and they have begun to circle the safe house. We haven't seen anything yet—no signs they're moving in anytime soon, but it's only a matter of time."

The BOWs must have had some sort of submissive strain in them then. "They must be following orders—just like those infected with the A-virus back in New York and like the Plagas. There's no other explanation for them not attacking immediately." He thought about what would have happened if Leon had turned and shuddered. No. He wouldn’t think like that. Leon was still human.

"Yes, sir. It seems that way."

Chris hummed. "Eli. You and Ally group up, watch the East side of the building. Keep your comms on and up." He pointed at his own communicator before turning to Fran. "Fran, you're with me."

The man nodded curtly and Chris exhaled. He hoped all of them would get through this alive. They were good people.

He pressed a button on his comms that was connected to Rebecca. "Rebecca, does the S-virus have any submissive-dominant qualities? Like in New York?"

The scientist’s voice came out fuzzy. "Not that I can tell—it’s possible the BOWs outside have a different virus than Leon."

He sighed, shaking his head and not quite knowing what to say. At least he didn’t have to worry about Leon being used against them. The man shouldn’t even be standing period. If he were forced to fight them, Chris feared the exertion would kill him. "They’re circling us now. Making any headway on the vaccine?"

"I’m not finished yet—but I'm going as fast as I can, Chris."

"I know you are, sorry." He rubbed his eyelids, sighing.

"Leon will be okay. He's strong."

Chris sighed again, this time heavier. "I know he is. Thanks."

He took a steadying breath, nodding to his team members before they split off. Fran walked a few paces away before beginning to scan, watching the treeline. Chris did the same on his side, keeping an eye both on the dark trees and Fran’s back. He would keep everyone alive this time.

The moonlight shone down on the far-off trees, glinting off the canopy of leaves. Despite the full moon, the forest was veiled in shadow, too dark to make out movement. Chris kept his gun up at attention and his ears sensitive. The hoard wouldn’t be quiet, the basic infected didn’t have the mental capability to know to be quiet. Chris could hear crickets chirping and the wind brushing past the tall grasses blanketing the field. In any other circumstance, he would call it peaceful.

Chris and Fran paced back and forth for about thirty minutes before they heard anything, the sun peeking over the horizon line and casting a blood-red glow on the earth.

As it was, it was more unnerving than anything.

~o~

A garbled snarl. 

The infected were drawing near.

Chris notified the other group of the invasion just as a hoard of zombies burst from the tree line, shambling faster than he would have liked toward them, their inhuman screams making the hair on his arms stand up.

The unintelligible screeches sent unease through his gut and a flush of adrenaline shot to his extremities. He raised his gun, taking a small breath as he aimed through the site at the nearest group, pulling the trigger.

Bullets pierced zombie after zombie, their agonized cries sounding too human. Each one fell, blood flowing from their already marred and decaying flesh. The gunshots echoed in Chris’ ears and the vibrations shook his bones, his heart beating in sync with the flurry of shells falling to the ground. Chris huffed, sweat beading down his temples.

A pile of corpses collected at his feet, and he tried not to look at the bleeding bodies for fear of nausea, but in doing so misplaced his feet, stepping on the arm of a dead woman and losing his balance with a yelp. The lapse in bullets was all the infected needed to close the distance between them and soon one tackled him hard. They fell to the ground just as another zombie came and Chris tried to wrench his gun out from underneath the combined infected’s weight.

“Captain!” Fran yelled, out of breath, and Chris’ gun clenched. Fran needed him—Leon needed him. 

With a yell, he pushed the zombie away before shooting in in the head with a flurry of bullets, the gun trembling in his hand, but he wasn’t quick enough to dodge the other infected, this one grabbed for his gun and ripped it away from him in one quick swipe. Unable to dwell on the zombie’s apparent higher intelligence, he took the chance to clench his fist and punch her in the face. The infected went flying—the force of the punch breaking her neck on impact, and his gun clattered to the ground. Breathing heavily, he stumbled over to it—

A click of a gun’s safety being turned off and the metallic press of a muzzle to the back of his head stopped Chris in his tracks.

Fuck—

"Chris Redfield. You should be dead," a masculine voice said smoothly, and Chris’ face blanched.

Fran’s voice pierced through the sounds of ravaging infected. “Captain—”

“Stand down, Fran. Keep the infected occupied.” Chris raised his bloodied hands, standing straighter. He wouldn’t show weakness, not to this man. “Don’t you think it’s a little unfair you know who I am, yet you won’t return the favor?”

The masculine voice laughed cruelly. “I guess you could say I’m the leader of the particular hoard.” He stepped around the corpses at their feet, keeping his gun trained on Chris’ head. “Name’s Gerret.”

Chris stayed still, hands still raised. He didn’t want to give the man a reason to shoot him. There had to be a reason he kept him alive. His confusion must have shown somewhat on his face for the man smirked.

“I have no intention of shooting you—as long as you give me what I want.”

Chris kept his face neutral, trying not to give away how nervous he was. Who the fuck was this guy? He had to be answering to some higher organization. “And what is that?”

“The infected Leon S. Kennedy, of course.”

Chris’ gut clenched. No. He wasn’t going to do that—and that wasn’t his fucking name anymore. Leon was a Redfield, and Redfields stuck together. Chris involuntarily jerked forward at the man’s words and Gerret growled, training the gun on the still-fighting Fran.

“You said Fran was the boy’s name?” He smiled, his eyes dull and lifeless. “I could just kill him now, spare him the agony of turning once he inevitably is unable to fight off the hoard. Would you like to see what hundreds of zombies trained on one person can do? Would you like to see how fast the boy would be gutted and shredded alive? I sure would.”

Chris froze, trying to breathe. No. He wouldn’t let that happen. “Fran—I want you to meet up with the others, try to hold off the infected.”

Gerret looked surprised, but ultimately uninterested, just retraining the barrel on Chris’ skull with a raised eyebrow. 

Fran made a noise of discontent but Chris cut him off. “Do as I say, soldier!” Chris heard the man's footsteps retreat after a long moment, the zombies eventually following him and leaving Chris alone with Gerret.

“It won’t save them.”

Chris could hear the gunfire from around the other side of the building, pulse fluttering in his wrists. He hoped the three of them would be able to fend off the infected long enough for Chris to deal with this fucker.

“I know,” Chris said simply.

He lurched at the man without warning, swinging his fist up in an arc, Gerret’s expression turning surprised before he dodged. Chris twisted his body out of the way of the barrel and placed his hands on Gerret’s, holding the gun away from him. Three wasted shots rang out, the recoil causing Chris to flinch but he held his ground. The man growled angrily, trying to buck him off by elbowing his torso. Chris grunted, bringing his knee up to slam into Gerret’s abdomen. The man gagged at the impact.

Clenching his fists around the stock, Chris pried the simple 9mm handgun out of his hands and punched the man again, this time hitting his target. Gerret bent over, hands on his knees, trying to regain his breath, and Chris frantically checked to see how many bullets were left—

There were none. Shit.

Gerret stood back up, taking out a long knife from his side. Chris didn’t even see that he had one. He mentally slapped himself. Now they were back to square one, the man with a weapon and Chris with none. He pocketed the empty gun, not carrying any 9mm bullets to reload it.

“You know, Redfield, I was willing to be merciful.” Gerret wiped the blood dripping down his right temple with his thumb, sniffing in. “Despite the fact that you ruined my original plan.”

Original plan. So was Chris correct? Was this who attacked Leon at the docks?

“...Are you the one who infected Leon?”

Gerret’s eyes glinted with an emotion Chris couldn’t place and he smiled. “Yes, that was me,” he said happily, and Chris’ vision went red. 

He almost took Leon from him—

“I ambushed him at the docks. He was quite easy to subdue once the bat hit his skull. It was quite satisfying—seeing a renowned DSO agent be downed with a single blow to the head. And infecting him—it was the greatest part, seeing him struggle but unable to do anything as I injected that virus into him,” he sang. “Kennedy had it coming. He deserved it for what he did to Los Illuminados.” The man’s expression turned cloudy instantly as if he suddenly remembered something, and his gaze turned volatile. “And you were supposed to die! Kennedy was supposed to kill you—” Gerret waved his knife around wildly. “He was supposed to turn and kill you all!”

Chris stepped back, the blade swinging too close for comfort, and his spine hit the wall of the house. A stab of protectiveness shot through his chest at the way this man described hurting Leon and Chris bore his teeth, hands closing into fists, red-hot fury rushing through his veins. "Leon is my husband—you won't lay a fucking hand on him as long as I'm alive."

The man growled face twisting in a snarl before his eyes widened with realization, making Chris uncomfortable. This man was clearly unhinged—and it made the hairs on the back of Chris' neck stand up. He suddenly felt cornered, his back against the wall without many places to dodge. Nervous, he glanced at his surroundings in case there was a weapon within reach, but his gun lay to far away to reasonably grab.

Chris was about to take advantage of Gerret's distracted state when suddenly Gerret's expression morphed into pure mania, laughing with a giddiness that made Chris’ gut turn. His gaze swung back to Chris. “I offer you this again,” he giggled before his eyes turned steely. “If you give me Mr. Kennedy now, I will spare you and your team.”

“Fuck you,” Chris snarled, not even entertaining the idea. He would never give Leon up, not even to reassure his team's safety. 

This seemed to displease Gerret, and without warning, he launched himself toward Chris with an agonized yell, bringing his knife up. The blade glinted a harsh orange in the rising sun, the weapon coming straight for him almost in slow motion. Chris knew he should dodge—but he was frozen in place.

The blade was inches from his body now, and Chris closed his eyes as the knife whistled closer—

A gunshot rang out from above him and a splatter of blood marked his face. Chris breathed, eyes springing open just as a heavy thud registered in his ears. What—

Gerret was on the ground, a hole between the eyes and blood pouring onto the gravel path. His knife had fallen from his hand and now lay between the blades of grass.

Gerret was dead—shot in the head.

And then Chris heard over the communicators, “Captain the infected aren’t focusing as hard anymore—we need to leave while we can! What’s your status?”

Chris’ heart dropped. The bullet. It was Leon. Leon fired it. Leon—he shouldn’t even be moving at all. Oh god. What if he hurt himself?

“I’m going to Leon, now. Buy me as much time as you can—get the chopper ready to go!”

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I can’t send links here, but if you have no idea what I’m going on about watch Night Mind’s newest video, it explains the project way better than I ever could and I think you’d like it as much as I do now

My personal theory/headcanon about the whole thing is that whatever is affecting the people behind the Welcome Home Restoration Project is a paranormal parasite of sorts that feeds off of nostalgic innocent memories, and corrupts them. One of the first hidden texts on the website made me think this because of the phrase “I want it out. I’m going to get it out” hidden under the FAQ on the question of why they made this website. The phrases “does it hurt?” and “but it hurts” hidden as well also convince me. Whatever entity this is has taken on the form of Wally since he was the mascot of the show. Even if a piece of media like this is lost for years, one thing that people tend to remember is the main character or mascot, which could make the entity infecting the team stronger. Home is either an extension of the parasite or a greater entity because of it’s proximity to Wally, and because the hidden image that you get if you click just under it on the “meet the neighborhood” page appears to be Wally worshipping Home, which supports the idea that a greater evil took on the form of Home to me.

The state that the images arrive to the team in, and just how the team is getting ahold of them supports this theory for me. The images are usually absolutely destroyed when the team initially receives them, completely unrecognizable, almost like how an old memory that you can’t remember would be. The images are being physically sent to the team in an envelope, but where they’re coming from seems to be completely unknown. This is why I think that the team is being infected by a parasite of sorts, that attaches itself to old nostalgic innocent childhood memories, and corrupts them to feed. It’s almost like whatever is influencing the team is physically digging up old memories, and delivering them in a tangible form to it’s target.

Personally to me, Welcome Home is about the corruption of innocence, and how outside forces can taint even the purest and most innocent of memories. It’s almost expected that any old show people feel nostalgic for, will have something awful happening behind the scenes and when that comes to light, no matter who you are, it will affect how you look at it from now on. I believe this is what Welcome Home is on a larger scale, the parasite being the outside force corrupting and changing people’s memories, never letting even the most innocent and precious memories remain pure.

Also idk if Wally’s a comfort character, or if I kin him, but if it’s the latter then I might have some self reflecting to do-

Oh and also the reoccurring theme of the characters never experiencing night since the show always ends with the day coming to an end, and the apparent threat of being outside during the night in Home is why I now associate these two songs with Welcome Home jgfvjhdxhjkfd-

OOH THIS IS SO COOL

I'm gonna have to look into this ARG because it really sounds like a lot of the themes I love in horror. Horror about nostalgia and corruption of innocence is amazing for me

#that's the childhood trauma don't worry about it #mod