#I drew this after my fish died

[leronboi]

Drew this in class and have been thinking about it since. It was supposed to be a portrait of the model, but ended up being a completely different person.

#myart #traditional art #pastel art #I drew this after my fish died #I didn't wanna mention it in the post but I'll say it in the tags #It's a weird feeling #I've been exposed to a lot of animal deaths but it was upsetting to see my fish not swimming anymore #I actually have a drawing that's more accurate to the model #But I like this one better #Sorry to get all sad in the tags #Hope yall have a good one

[tcustodisart]

Connecticut Tav | Wood Half-Elf | Beast Master Ranger

So, this is my sheet for @bareee's @tav-dex. Went a little overboard and made a whole ass character sheet (man the last time I made one of those was so long ago). I want to write something about my cringe boy so. Buckle up because it's going to be long and poorly written (I suck at writing).

One edit because I'm a dummy, his alignment is neutral good not true neutral idk why I did that.

He was born and raised in his mom's and step-dad's tavern called Crow's Perch (not as fancy as Elf Song but in a different category as Blushing Mermaid)(the tavern thing is just for the sake of a joke that the most popular drink they serve is called 'Connecticut Water'). He has an older brother, who's a bard. Despite the description for Urchin background ("After surviving a poor and bleak childhood") he had a happy childhood, filled with love and support. The two brothers treated the whole Lower City as their playground: breaking into places just for fun, pick pocketing nobles, climbing Wyrm's Rock Fortress etc.

His love for beasts and creatures of any kind comes from the stories told by his step-dad (both him and Tav's mom are retired adventurers). Step dad was the one who told Tav about Darkmaw the Wicked *wink wink*.

At one point he got tired of the city life and decided he wanted to become a ranger. After successfully fulfilling some contracts he became so confident of his skills he tried to build a trap all by his own. The trap exploded right into his face (he himself has no idea how it didn't kill him or damaged his eyes). After that he was sulking in his hunting hut for a month. The experience humbled the boy. Most of his adventuring prior to the nautiloid could just be boiled down to hanging around one village and talking local boars out of destroying potato fields, and occasionally getting rid of poachers.

Before the abduction he was on his way to Baldur's Gate to see his family (which he hasn't seen in months).

Trivia (because it's easier to write stuff this way):

His hair started to go grey at the start of Act 3 from the weight of responsibility and stress.

In Act 1 he was corresponding with his family thanks to Faust. After entering The Underdark he stopped sending letters (In Underdark because it would be hard, in Act 2 because he didn't want the bird to be killed by Shadow Curse).

Despite being close to his family in Act 3, he didn't visit them or send any messages in fear that Gortash and/or Orin would hurt them.

He carries with him a razor and some fancy oils for his beard.

His brother wrote one ballad about him, soon after that Tav forbid him from writing more (it was very much not accurate).

His step-dad taught him how to fight with a sword, while his mom taught him archery and the art of stealth.

Tav's biological father died when he was very young so he has barely any memory of him.

Tav's a walking Merlin app, he can identify any bird by just listening to it.

He loves climbing trees. Either to rest on a branch or to scout the surroundings.

He loves picking up herbs and making potions.

Despite growing up in a tavern he's not much of a drinker.

He's very self-conscious about his height and chest-to-belly area. He tries his best not to show it.

At one point he was persona non grata at Sharess' Caress.

He enjoys fishing.

Sir Daisy Dewdrop Fluffington is a name of his childhood plush.

He knows how to play lanceboard (he often plays against Gale and tries to teach it to Wyll).

He draws in his journal. He drew all of his companions at least once.

He almost cried when Jaheira called him 'cub' and almost called her 'mom' in response.

He's scared of Lae'zel. But tries his best to understand and help her.

He had countless heart-to-hearts with Karlach.

In his journal he described Astarion as 'his equal on the battlefield'.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #connceticut tav #character sheet #tav #oc:faust #i accidentally hit post while editing it lmao well this is the final version dhjdjd #the fact tav and faust have the same wis is sending me

[leafyduckwebs]

in a genshin lore mood rn so I drew some of my favorite theories/predictions

explanations:

Teyvat is Upside-Down: From what I know, it's basically the idea that the stars are fake because the Abyss is above Teyvat, not the real sky. I've also seen someone say that Celestia is Hell because it's down below if this theory is true, but I'm not sure how many people think that.

Ajax is Partly Unaffected by Irminsul: Due to spending time in the Abyss (outside Teyvat) and being completely changed by it, Childe is probably at least a bit resistant to having his mind altered by the Ley Lines, which affect everyone else in the world entirely. Of course, we see that it did affect him after the 3.3 quest, but Irminsul is likely gonna pop up as a plot point again, so who knows. I'm not sure how widespread this one is because I've only seen it in Chiscara fics/art and one (1) discord thread, but I like it so ehhh

Traveler Dies: Less of a theory and more of an angsty "what if?" scenario. It's silly, obviously the MC themself isn't gonna die. HOWEVER their sibling might.......or they both live in the end, but Traveler gets another major injury or presumed death scene. I personally think that the twin will die fighting either us or Celestia if hyv decides to make them not playable.

Paimon = Istaroth: That one huge theory about Paimon being the Unknown God but its a different lady now. Istaroth is the god of wind and time, and is possibly one of the Primordial One's shades. She used to be worshiped in Mondstadt and Enkanomiya before being eventually forgotten. People made the connection between her and Paimon because:

1. We control time with the Paimon menu,

2. Traveler fished up Paimon near the nameless island, which is Istaroth's temple,

3. In the 3.4 Lantern Rite epilogue, Venti (who's connected to Istaroth) barged in saying "Seeds of story, brought by the wind…", and Paimon finished his sentence, "…and cultivated by time". Venti's part is the name of achievement we got from going to the sundial island, and there's the wind and time theme again. Paimon herself was surprised that she said that without thinking, so it's safe to assume that it was a subconscious response that's been ingrained in her head for a while.

#genshin impact #genshin lore #this is like 50% based off discussions from discord/youtube #and 50% self indulgent copium thoughts #tartaglia #childe #scaramouche #venti #paimon #aether #my art #duckydraws #babys first time using the watercolor brush btw

[bokutosbiceps]

activities

gojo satoru x f!reader | fluff + smut | 2.9k words

summary: you may or may not have forgotten about reservations that satoru made for your first anniversary…but you find something better at home anyways.

warnings: cursing (both in dialogue + narrative), ass groping, fingering, cunnilingus, oral sex (male receiving + female receiving), multiple orgasms, vaginal/penetrative sex

a/n: it took everything in my power to not make gojo’s nickname jojo. we’ll call him satoru…for now 😉 also i think this is the dirtiest thing i’ve ever written. i’m going to confession tmrw.

18+ MDNI

The sun felt so nice on your legs that you had pushed your cozy blanket aside and changed into shorts before laying back out on the couch, resting your laptop on your tummy and scrolling absently through various social media sites and articles that piqued your interest.

Satoru had gone to Jujutsu High to “tie up some loose ends” so he could come back to your place early to spend the rest of the evening with you, since it was your very first anniversary. One year with the idiot, and you had never been happier.

A gentle vibration on your butt brought you out of your social media daze and you arched your back to fish your phone out of your pocket. You answered the call, you already knew who it was.

“Hey, schnookums.” Satoru lilted, drawing out the disgusting pet name for emphasis. You frowned.

“I thought we agreed you would stop calling me that, Gojo-san.” You drew out his last name to bother him. He whined.

“Baby, I told you not to call me that! You sound like one of my students.” Satoru’s cheery tone returned. “Fine, I’ll stop calling you schnookums. How about…sweetie? Sweetheart? My love? My everything?” 

“What happened to babe? Baby?”

“We’ve been a couple for a year and you know what they say about relationships after the first year…it’s all downhill from here.”

“Do they even say—?”

“Anyways, I thought new nicknames would spice things up a bit!” You could practically hear Satoru smiling over the phone. You figured he was heading back to your place since you could hear the throaty roar of his car as he no doubt was speeding down the roads in Tokyo, after “tying up his loose ends”. You knew this meant he had had another meeting with Yaga, to discuss his behavior. He was just as much a troublemaker as any of his students, probably even moreso.

“I will continue to call you babes. You can call me whatever you like…as long as it’s not—”

“Late for dinner!” Satoru laughed, you heard him snap in the background and just knew he had thrown up finger guns at the road. You dragged your hand down your face, smiling nonetheless.

“I was gonna say as long as you don’t call me schnookums.” You sat up a little bit, adjusting your laptop on your tummy and continuing to scroll absentmindedly. “Also, keep your hands on the wheel. Could you imagine if you died in a car accident because you were doing finger guns at nothing?” You giggled a little bit.

“Wah, you know me too well, sweetheart!” Satoru chuckled. “Anyways, I'll be by you in about ten. Be ready, okay? I love you.” You mumbled a reciprocation and ended the call, pushing your phone back into your pocket and diving back into the virtual world.

Barely five minutes later, you jolted as the front door opened and Satoru bolted into your apartment, making a beeline for the bathroom down the hall. He placed a quick kiss on your forehead before continuing his race to the bathroom.

“I just have to use the bathroom real quick then we can—” Satoru stopped, hand on the bathroom door knob, staring at you. “What are you doing?”

“I was just waiting for you to get back?” You closed your laptop and sat up straight, relishing in the sight of him. He was wearing a white button up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black dress pants, and his dark shades. This was his usual outfit when he wasn’t wearing Jujutsu High’s uniform or casual streetwear, but he still looked delectable. 

“I told you to be ready.” He chuckled and shook his head, entering the bathroom. You waited for him to come out and watched him as he approached the couch and peered down at you over his shades. “What am I gonna do with you, babycakes?”

“Can you please fill me in on what’s going on?” You stared up at him, wide eyed and bottom lip jutting out just a touch. Satoru couldn't even pretend like he was mad at you.

“It's our one year anniversary.” He started slowly, you nodded, pressing him to continue. “I told you about those reservations I made at that Sugar Factory place downtown. Y’know, the place where they, like, blow sugar to make it look like glass but it's totally edible! They bring out these huge parfaits with sparklers in ‘em and all the waiters sing and dance—”

You reached up and grabbed Satoru’s hand, squeezing it tightly to signal to him that you got the memo. He pauses and looks down at you sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, honey, I totally forgot. I thought we’d be spending the night in. We just went to that super fancy sushi place last week. I thought that was to celebrate this!”

“Nah, that was just cuz I love you. I wanted to take you out, show you off…y’know.” Satoru smiled at you gently. “Anyways, you're not dressed and the reservation’s in, like,” Satoru checked his watch, “ten minutes.”

He looked semi-disappointed, which absolutely wrung your heart out. You wanted to hug him. You tugged on his hand to bring him closer but he flopped down on top of you, causing you to huff out a breath of air. He giggled. 

“It's okay, sweetheart. We can go for our two year anniversary!” He sat up on his knees and placed his hands on either side of your head. “You got any ideas as to what you wanna do tonight instead?” His shades started to slide down his nose so you plucked them off his face and set them on the coffee table. 

“We could order in? I'll pay. We'll get that really gross yakisoba from that little hole in the wall joint you love so much.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and brought his face closer to yours and placed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “As for activities, I’m down for whatever you wanna do.”

Satoru smiled mischievously, his bright blue eyes sparkling as he gazed down at you. He thought for a moment before smiling again. “You.”

“What?” A hot blush spreads across your nose, cheeks, and down your neck as Satoru leaned down, pressing his nose to your cheek. He pressed a kiss to it before moving to the other cheek and doing the same.

“You asked if I had any activities I wanted to do, and I said you.” He mumbled against your skin before moving to your lips and sucking on your bottom lip. He slid his tongue past your parted lips and sealed his lips to yours, running his hands down your waist, hips, and thighs to come back up and squeeze your ass.

Your hands immediately found their way to his hair and started to tug and your legs moved on their own to wrap around his waist as you returned the kiss, much to Satoru’s delight.

Satoru broke the kiss, leaning only a few centimeters away from your face. You could feel his breath fanning against your face as the two of you caught your breath and stared at each other. Without much warning, Satoru hoisted you up by your ass and slung you over his shoulder. As he marched to the bedroom, he dug his fingers underneath the crotch of your shorts and panties to slide his fingers in between your pussy lips.

“Satoru!” You squeaked, fully not expecting the sudden contact against your cunt. He smirked in satisfaction at how much of your arousal he had been able to gather on his fingers in just one swipe, inspecting the slickness that you had left on his fingers before cleaning it off with his tongue.

“So much sweeter than anything we could’ve had tonight, don’t you think?” Satoru lilted as he laid you down on the bed, pressing your back into the mattress as he kneeled above you. “Oh, how rude of me, you didn’t get a taste.” With that, Satoru expertly slid your shorts and panties off your body in one smooth motion before returning his fingers to your pussy, dipping them in and out until he had gathered a good amount of your arousal.

“Open wide, sweetheart.” He cooed, smearing your slickness against your lips. You opened your mouth obediently and sucked on his fingers, earning a moan of satisfaction from Satoru. He watched you hungrily, palming himself through his slacks as he pushed his fingers further down your throat, trying to make you choke. Another moan of pleasure escaped his throat as he watched tears spring into your eyes and felt your throat close around his fingers. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and got to work on undoing his belt.

“I wanna choke on your cock, Satoru.” You begged, trying to help him take off his clothes. He grabbed your hands with one of his hands and placed sweet and gentle kisses to your wrists before placing them in your lap.

“Patience, love. Why don’t you work on taking that top off, hmm?” You obeyed him immediately, gripping the hem of your sweatshirt and bringing it up and over your head. Satoru felt his cock grow even harder as he watched your tits bounce out from underneath the confines of your sweater. He quickly disposed of his pants and underwear, only able to get to the third button on his shirt by the time you had gripped the base of his cock and taken his shaft into your mouth.

His hands flew to the back of your head and pushed you down his shaft further until your nose was pressed against his pelvis. His hips jerked slightly as he felt your throat close around his cock and saw your body tremble slightly as you choked. He sighed, it couldn’t get much better than this. But, yes, it could.

He gently pulled you off of his cock and shivered at the sight of your lips forming a small ‘o’ around his tip right before you parted from him. You watched him expectantly, waiting as he undid the last of the buttons on his shirt and flung it somewhere in the bedroom. He laid down on the bed and beckoned for you to come over to him. You crawled over his body and sat on his abdomen, smearing your wet pussy against his skin.

“Turn around, honey, lemme take care of you while you blow me.” Satoru made a twirling motion with his finger, his eyes filled with amusement and a smirk playing on his lips. You obeyed him for the third time that night and lifted your ass in his face to give him a full view of your pussy while you licked up the underside of his shaft. You circled his tip with your tongue and faltered a bit when you felt Satoru stuff three of his fingers into your cunt, spreading them out against your walls. You moaned against his dick and opened your mouth to take all of him in once more, willing yourself not to gag when he bucked his hips against your throat. You began to move backward to get his fingers deeper inside of you, using your hand to pump up and down his cock as your head lolled down.

Satoru’s fingers pulled out suddenly and you were about to whine in protest when you felt his hands grab your thighs and pull your pussy to his mouth, immediately latching on to your clit and sucking on it. It took all of your willpower to continue jerking him off, but your mouth hung open in pleasure, letting Satoru hear your mewls and moans of pleasure. He slid his fingers back into your pussy as he continued to eat you out.

“That’s it, baby love, you’re taking my fingers so well.” He mumbled against your clit, the vibrations sending a shockwave up your spine and to your brain, effectively pushing you over the edge. Your back arched and you pressed your forehead against Satoru’s pelvis as you came, unable to even focus on jerking him off.

Satoru grabbed you by the hips once more, unraveling you so that you were leaning against his chest and sitting on his lip. He pressed kisses to your neck and shoulder as he reached up with one hand to He sneaked two fingers back to your clit and rubbed until your thighs were shaking once more and you were begging Satoru for him to fuck you.

“Come on now, honey, help me help you.” Satoru chuckled at your exhaustion, body still limp and somewhat trembling from the two quick orgasms he had just ripped out of you. He helped you turn around so that you were facing him and straddling his hips, cunt positioned perfectly above the tip of his dick. 

You gingerly lowered yourself onto his cock, eyes rolling into the back of your head once his cock was sheathed completely inside of you. Satoru hissed at the way your walls were already clenching and fluttering around him, taking a few gentle thrusts to loosen you up a bit.

Before long, Satoru’s fingers were digging into your hips as he slammed you down on his cock to meet each of his thrusts deep inside of you. He fucked deep into you and with such vigor that you thought he might split you in half, but you held on for dear life until you thought you wouldn’t be able to take it anymore. You started to clench around him, crying out with every thrust that Satoru drove into you.

“‘Toru, I’m gonna—” You whined the rest of your sentence, too fucked out to form the words that he needed to hear you say.

“C’mon, sweetheart, I need to hear you say it.” Satoru watched as you threw your head back and arched your back while allowing your pussy to milk the cum out of his dick.

“I’m cumming…” You managed to hiss out as your third orgasm tore through your body before slumping against Satoru’s chest. He fucked you through his own orgasm, pressing hard enough on your hips to leave bruises, and moaning your name right in your ear while he filled you up.

Satoru rested his cheek against the crown of your head and ran his fingers over the crevice of your back as you both caught your breath. He held you gently as he moved to the side to pull his dick out of you, unable to keep his lewd smile from playing on his lips as he watched his cum spill from your pussy when he pulled out. 

“What are you smiling at, hmm?” You asked, exhaustion laced in every crack of your voice.

“Oh, nothing.” Once Satoru made sure that you were tucked into bed all cozy like, he got up and retrieved a washcloth to clean you up before focusing on cleaning himself up.

He let you rest for almost an hour, no sly quips or awful horrible jokes—just his arm around you and your head pressed into his chest while he cradled you.

“You hungry?” He asked quietly, rubbing your shoulder. You stirred and rolled over onto your back, peering at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Couldn’t just let us have a nice moment, huh?” You teased, mustering enough strength to sit up on your elbows.

“Hey, now, you were practically sleeping on me for almost an hour! Do you want me to starve?” Satoru leaned over and pecked your lips, an easy smirk playing on his lips. You leaned onto one of your elbows while you used your other hand to caress his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, causing your heart to melt. 

“Order the food, babes. You know my credit card information.” As soon as the words left your mouth, Satoru was up and out of bed, digging inside of the pockets of his forgotten pants to find his phone. He jumped back into bed beside you with his phone in hand.

“Best anniversary ever! I love you, y/n.” He pecked your lips once more and added a second, lingering and gentle kiss before unlocking his phone, already thinking of the yummy, slimy yakisoba he was going to order.

Satoru shot straight up in bed, staring at his phone with wide eyes. You leaned over and rested your head on his chest to see what got him so riled up after such a sweet moment. Then you saw the email from the Sugar Factory.

A $50 no-show fee has been charged to the card on file. Have a great night!

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo #gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojo x reader smut

[ivystoryweaver]

Spectre

A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story

Event #8a: Us

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Event #8a Summary: is it really you?

Pairing this chapter: Marc Spector x f!reader (alters mentioned)

Word count: 1.5k

Content: romance, the least angst to date in this story, fluff-adjacent, not beta'd

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

PREVIOUSLY on "Spectre"...

Warmth met your skin - your flesh met his.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

Marc groaned at the sound of his phone’s alarm, realizing someone forgot to silence it for their day off…if it was, in fact, their day off. Sometimes it was difficult to tell first thing in the morning. Reaching for the night table, his hand collided with the cool glass of a…fish bowl?

“The hell?” He muttered, silencing the shrill alarm, while quickly checking the date. Steven must have been around the past day or so. Flopping his arm over his eyes dramatically, he groaned, wishing for a few more minutes of rest.

Then something tickled, ever so lightly brushing his opposite arm. His eyes snapped over - he thought he felt something warm.

Something soft and feminine. The hair he knew framing your face, bunched up fabric and smooth skin.

He sucked in a breath at the sight of you.

“Oh god. ”Marc could feel your breath against his neck like the sensual warmth of a sauna.

"W-what?" He gasped, rolling onto his side to face...you.

Not your visage. But you.

He whispered your name, his lips parted as he exhaled in a rush. His beautiful dark eyes darted from your own gaze down to the fullness of your lips.

Could you really be alive?

"Marc…"  His name on your lips, spoken with wonder and adoration - the low sensuality of your voice set his every nerve ending on fire. This was your morning voice. The way you sounded after sleep.

Your trembling fingers gripped his bicep, and for the first time since you departed this earth, Marc reached out and touched you.

He gripped your arm - the warmth of which you could feel even through the sleeve of his old hoodie, which had somehow materialized along with you.

Tentatively, Marc reverently reached out and caressed your delicate cheek, nearly whimpering as his thumb brushed your plump, pouting lips.  

"Baby..."

Long, luminous lashes fluttered once, then twice as your glassy eyes met his.

"Marc?" You murmured, your eyes darting around you, before locking with his again.  

"Hi," he whispered, his eyes glistening in the morning sun that streamed in through the window. He was so close to you that you could feel his warm breath on your face.

As if not trusting his own five senses, Marc dragged calloused fingertips over the angle of your jaw to caress your throat, which electrified you utterly.

Dark eyes filled with tears as he allowed himself to feel the pulse of life; the heartbeat of his soul - you.

You had a pulse.

You knew nothing in the world except that you could feel.  Marc was solid and broad and warm and you melted against him as he pressed himself against you fully, side-by-side on the bed.

"Am I in heaven?" You whispered with child-like innocence.  

He breathlessly laughed, wondering himself if he had died and woken up in paradise. One arm slid around you, pulling you securely against his cotton-covered chest. 

You must have left the dark place and gone to the light. How else could you feel so blissfully enveloped?

As his arm flexed against your back, he could feel your lungs expand with each breath of life you drew.

"Marc," you whimpered.  "I-I can feel you."

"I know, baby," he nodded, pulling your bottom half closer still, pressing every inch of you against him possessively, while tenderly caressing your cheek once again.  Your eyes cut the minuscule distance to his large palm and you swallowed, tentatively easing your hand over his, brushing the backs of his fingers with your fingertips while leaning into his touch. 

Your lips trembled as you pressed a kiss to his palm, interlacing your fingers there on your warming cheek. His thumb affectionately wiped the puddle of tears that had filled and overflowed, wetting your joined hands.  

"Don't cry, baby," he pleaded, paying no mind to the fact that he was crying as well.  

"I can cry," you gasped, the beauty of the moment engulfing all your senses at once.  "How? How did we…”

"We love each other," he simply replied, answering out of pure instinct.  

The tiniest sob of joy escaped your throat as your pressed yourself closer to him at every point possible.  "I love you," you murmured, your breath caressing his lips.  "Are you sure you can feel me - that…that I'm really here?"  

He brushed his mouth against yours, the taste of you completely tantalizing. "You feel that, don’t you?" he whispered against your cheek.

"Yes," you whimpered. "Do it again.”

Marc instantly complied, melding his parted lips with yours.  You responded with fervor, entirely overwhelmed by your returned sense of taste and the delectable flavorful essence of him.  Your hands longed to discover every part of him, touching him everywhere until your fingers finally found a home in the thick mess of waves behind his ears.  You pulled him deeper into a passionate kiss, opening your mouth to him as your body arched upward.  

Marc tenderly tumbled on top of you, gasping as your velvety tongue slid across his for a real taste.  You were soft and sweet and sexy, and Marc found himself dizzy with heat; both the hot flick of your tongue inside his mouth and the sweltering heat consuming him wholly.

The sensation of you overwhelmed him - flattened him like a tsunami...

...Which made him tear away, gasping for breath, a low moan of approval resounding in his expansive chest at the sight of you beneath him, lips parted and panting for more - more tasting, more touching, more of him.  

You whimpered at the loss of contact between your bodies, unwilling to give up your favorite rediscovered sense of taste so soon.  Marc held himself still over you, drinking in your beauty, allowing himself to reason that if you were real, and so recently returned to him, that perhaps you might be fragile, somehow, and he could not afford to lose control so easily.

"Marc, please - "

"Let me see you."  His tone was soft but commanding.  

But you didn't want to look; you wanted to taste, to feel as much of him as you could get your hands on; to make sure he was real.  You felt frantic with need for him, your hands gripping his broad shoulders to pull his mouth back down where it belonged. 

There was absolutely no way he could refuse you; nor did he want to, opening his mouth hotly over yours again, giving in to the sensations of your pliable lips moving insistently against his own; your ragged breath searing his lips, his tongue, every part inside that you touched and licked.

You spent a brief eternity in an intimate embrace, tasting and feeling and seeing and smelling until you were certain your five senses were intact and that Marc was here, with you, in the same space and time somehow.    

"Missed you. Missed you so much," he finally panted, a short while later, easing down beside you - dizzy with desire and disbelief.

“I love you so much, Marc,” you whispered in a rush, a million emotions and sensations firing in your mind and body. But one thought stood out above all others. "How long do you think we have?"

Wetting his lips, his brow knit in concentration. "'Til what?”   

"Until I maybe…disappear again."

Marc’s heart dropped to his stomach at the mere thought of losing you.  His partner was somehow returned to him - real and right here, in his arms.  He hadn't even stopped to consider that you might not linger.

"I - honestly, I hadn't thought about it."  He glanced at the window, wondering what time it might be, and how many precious moments he had left with you. 

You nuzzled close, whispering against his mouth, "I love touching you. I just don't want it to ever go away."

So many things to consider.  

Slowly nodding, Marc kissed your soft lips again, reassuringly. "I'll do whatever I can to keep you with me."

Staring deeply into your eyes, he granted you a gentle smile - one more peaceful than his usual grumpy pout. "I wanna kiss you forever."

You smiled dreamily. "I never want to move from this spot…except maybe to venture outside of this room for a change."

"I think that's a great idea," Marc chuckled.  "I guess we could get cleaned up and then go anywhere.  Anywhere you want to go, I can take you," he sweetly offered. There were definitely a few things he wanted to do, but they involved staying in bed. Or the shower. Or both.

But you frowned.

"What is it?"

“I’m scared to move,” you explained in a strained whisper. “I’m afraid that maybe I’m dreaming.”

“I’m real,” he assured you, running his hands down the curves of your body, touching you all over reassuringly. “You’re here with me…somehow.”

You sighed dreamily, brushing his cheek with your soft hand.  "Maybe you brought me to life.”

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Have a very unfinished fic I began for fun starring Four and Warriors

Four started it. 

Enemy defeated, worlds saved, the heroes were wandering Hyrule with weighted footsteps in unspoken suspense for that last portal that would send them their separate ways. 

Except time drew thin, the portal never came. By the time they reached the inn, they counted an entire month treading a land unfamiliar to all of them but Legend without clear purpose or direction. It was driving them all a bit insane.

So when Four slipped the innkeeper a small, rectangle piece of parchment from the top of a stack tied carefully in twine, Warriors latched onto it as a single, tiny mystery to be solved in a whirlwind of boredom.

“Can I see that?” he asked, eyeing the papers Four was hastily shoving back into his bag. The innkeeper slid his own under the bar after studying it with vague interest.

Four’s face grew red but he handed them over without further persuasion.

A neat border of repeating patterned inked swords framed the words:

Heroes for Hire Evil warlord got you down? Monsters driving you mad? We’re here to help. (Additional services include smithing, cooking, sailing, pot clearance and more)

“I just thought we could all do with a project or two. I think everyone’s been feeling a bit… lost these days.” Four rushed to explain.

The night before, Wild had used his fusion ability to attach a block of butter to one of his shields then slid around the camp on it for two hours. ‘Lost’ was probably an understatement. 

“You know what?” Warriors said cheerfully, handing the card back, “I think it’s a really good idea.”

Warriors had slipped over three times while getting ready that morning; Wild had turned their entire camp into an oily booby trap.

Fours face grew even redder.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I think what we’re lacking is a sense of purpose, you know? We all miss our homes and this could give us a good distraction.”

They didn’t really talk about why they were still here all that much. None of them were the type to air the worries and concerns out in the open, but they all knew they were thinking the same thing. It was as if the Goddess had abandoned them here now they had fulfilled their usefulness. She couldn’t even be bothered to get them all back to where they belonged.

“How many people have you given these to?”

“Just that innkeeper,” Four said. “And one of the farmers we passed on the outskirts of the village.”

No sooner had he spoken those words than a young boy ran into the inn, eyes huge beneath windswept hair.

“Are you the heroes for hire?” he asked, his breath catching between words.

With an impressive swish of his scarf and a blinding smile, Warriors stood before him.

“Why yes, as a matter of fact, we are.”

“At your service,” Four added, if only to prevent Warriors from taking complete control over the idea that was Four’s in the first place.

“You gave my father your card earlier,” the boy said. “The Zora have flipped our sheep again. Dad said he’ll give you two blue Rupees if you give us a hand putting them right before it gets dark.”

“Did you say the sheep were flipped?” Four asked. Warriors elbowed him hard.

“We’re happy to help.”

“This isn’t really what I had in mind,” Four told Warriors as they strained to heave the third sheep onto its feet. “Why do Zora even do this, it seems very petty.”

“Legend said there’s been civil war between the Zora and Hylians for hundreds of years around here. It’s mostly died down now, but Hylians still fish in Zora territory so the Zora do things like turning sheep upside down to show their defiance.”

“Still, it’s not exactly the ‘evil warlords’ I was expecting”

“Patience, my small friend!” Warriors declared just as they managed to push the sheep onto its feet, “everyone must start somewhere and our business is only a few hours old after all. Small beginnings make for the best hero agencies, as they say.”

“You just made that up,” Four muttered dispassionately.

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Vendetta (VII)

Part one

Continued from here

I have been in Prague all week and it is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CITY EVER!!!! God I am so jealous of the people who live here— the food, the drinks, the people, the river, the castle, the history!!!!! Get ready for the fantasy story that has been brewing in my head since I got here… anyways!!!

*~*~*~*~*

Supervillain released Hero and Hero instantly retreated back away from him, backing up until their back hit the wall of Superhero’s office. Supervillain smiled at them, tilting his head as he regarded Hero like they were something interesting. A puzzle to solve.

“You… you have powers,” Hero said with a breath, barely above a whisper. Supervillain’s smile grew, his eyes darkening.

“As do you, little Hero. I guess we’re both good at keeping our hands close to our chest.”

“But you— you have never—”

Supervillain’s smile was friendly, but his eyes had this horrible intelligence. A cunning, dark knowing that made the words die on Hero’s tongue. Supervillain turned breaking eye contact and it felt like Hero could finally breathe.

Supervillain walked to Hero’s scabbard that Villain had left beside balanced against the door. Hero stepped forward, not wanting Supervillain to touch their swords. They didn’t want Supervillain anywhere near them, but… but…

Hero was in Supervillain’s territory — Hero’s home, their safe haven — surrounded by villains whose orders were to bring Hero to Supervillain. How far would they get if they tried to fight Supervillain now? How would they even know if Villain was waiting behind the door with Vigilante?

The familiar shink of Hero’s sword being drawn from it’s scabbard drew their attention back to Supervillain. He was gazing down on the metal with his icy eyes, appraising it.

“How do you keep it so clean?”

The question stumped Hero, their eyebrows knitting together as they answered almost automatically. “Umm… well, I have a cloth that I wipe the blood and grime off with— and then the scabbard is lined with wool which re-oils them so they don’t rust.”

Supervillain hummed and picked up Hero’s scabbard and peered inside as if to fact check Hero as they spoke. Then he turned and smiled at Hero.

“So efficient.”

Thank you died in Hero’s throat when the realisation of who they were casually conversing with dawned on them again.

Supervillain tucked the scabbard under his arm, as he ran his fingers along the glinting metal. “We both have our weapons, Hero. You are so skilled with these beautiful things that everyone assumed you were just an adept, or powerless, or had some kind of melee enhanced ability, but you don’t. You’re just skilled as well as powered.”

Hero swallowed but remained silent, eyes fixed on Supervillain’s as his icy gaze tore from the blade and met Hero’s.

“My weapon isn’t as flashy as yours, but perhaps it requires the same amount of work to keep it sharp.” Supervillain tapped his temple with his index finger. He grabbed the scabbard with his free hand and sheathed Hero’s sword before laying it back against the wall furthest from Hero.

“What, your mind? Are you a telepath or something?”

There was a smile on Supervillain’s voice as he said, “look at you, fishing for information.” Supervillain turned back to Hero, a winning smile on his face. “My power will remain a mystery for the time being, Hero. After all that was the plan, no hints or clues until the big reveal.”

“I won’t tell.”

Supervillain barked out a laugh. “Oh Hero. You are just adorable. No,” the humour melted from Supervillain’s face, his expression fading to something more neutral, faraway. “No, I waited too long and planned every detail to ensure this all goes perfectly.”

Supervillain’s eyes snapped to Hero’s as he closed the distance between them. Hero backed up on instinct but their back hit the wall and they cursed themselves for not moving before— but it didn’t matter because Supervillain stopped a foot away, leaving Hero some space.

“You were one of the final pieces I needed to set everything else into motion.”

Hero couldn’t help the helpless anger that bubbled out of their chest. “Why me? You didn’t even know I had an ability until what, ten minutes ago?!”

Supervillain’s smile was warm. It set Hero on edge how friendly Supervillain was, how likeable. He wasn’t parading Hero around in chains (yet) and he just seemed so… humble.

“Yes, but I had a vague hunch, and you confirmed that for me when I touched you.”

Hero clenched their jaw and looked away. It was a mistake. Supervillain was in front of them with one stride and Hero’s terrified eyes went back to him, slamming a hand out to keep some distance between them. Supervillain smiled and grabbed Hero’s arm again.

He let out a soft laugh. “You can control it too, can’t you? Whether or not you use your power. I must have gotten lucky with Vigilante being taken away, your emotions ran high. I doubt you were concentrating too much on your ability.”

“What do you care.”

“You intrigue me, Hero. Trust me, if I could change the world without having to do something this drastic I would.”

“You can stop.” Supervillain’s grip tightened on Hero’s arm in warning, but it didn’t deter Hero. “You don’t have to go through with whatever you’re trying to achieve. There’s still time to stop this. Superhero—”

Supervillain scoffed and dropped Hero’s arm. “Superhero,” he repeated with a hollow laugh. “They are the very essence of why the world has to change.”

Hero wanted to inquire further. To know more. To understand why Supervillain was so set on killing heroes and dragging civilians into this all out war. They wanted to dissect his brain and see why he was doing all of this. Any of this!

But a knock came on the door and Supervillain half turned his back to Hero, as if Hero wasn’t a threat and said: “Enter.”

The door opened with Supervillain still half in front of Hero, blocking their quickest exit. If Supervillain was distracted then Hero could try and vault over the desk, make it for the doorway take whatever villain was waiting on the other side.

“Grieves!” The name ran like ice through Hero’s veins, freezing their limbs in place. “What can I do for you, my friend?”

“Supervillain, I just came to report that I haven’t seen your elusive Hero anywhere.”

Hero knew Supervillain was going to step aside before he did it, exposing them to Grieves. Grieves’ smile could chill lava, but his grin was the stuff of nightmares.

“Hero… well. I guess you have the situation in hand, Supervillain.”

“I do. We can gather everyone later, I want to keep this under wraps a little while longer.”

Hero’s rage rushed out of them. “Why?! You can stop the fighting now, stop other people from getting hurt!”

Grieves’ eyes flashed at Hero’s outburst, almost making Hero flinch backwards. Almost.

“Mmm, they still need a little training. I would be only too glad to help.” Hero’s skin crawled at the threat. They remembered Teleport recalling some of the hideous things that Grieves had done to her and wanted to keep the villain as far away as possible.

Supervillain laughed. A good natured laugh, as if this was all some joke! “No. Thank you, Grieves. Not yet.”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here!” Hero snapped.

The two villains turned their full attention to Hero, and Hero wished they hadn’t. The amusement clear in their faces made Hero sick.

“Perhaps we should, Grieves,” said Supervillain.

Grieves nodded along. “I agree. Actually, I would love to talk about people who aren’t here, if that’s okay with your little pet Hero.”

Hero crossed their arms over their chest and looked away. They felt like a petulant child, but they weren’t going anywhere with Grieves standing in front of the door and Supervillain keeping his eyes on them.

“I didn’t find Hero, I wanted to report but I did find that little thorn in my side. You remember her, right?”

“Teleport?” Supervillain asked and Hero paled. Teleport… no, there was no way. Maybe the name was just common? But then Teleport was anything but common. But maybe it was just a coincidence— a—

“That’s her, but I also found the thorn in your side too.”

Supervillain scoffed. “Please. You found Superhero?”

“No, not that menace.”

Hero’s heart lurched in their chest. There’s no way they’re talking about Medic and Teleport, right? Granted Hero doesn’t remember the pair of them ever being apart but— they couldn’t. Hero didn’t want to believe it.

Then there was a loud pop.

Hero’s breath was stolen from their lungs. Standing dead eyed on the other side of the room was Teleport and Medic, their eyes rimmed with an eerie, ghastly red.

“No…” Hero whispered, taking an unconscious step forward. “No… Medic?”

“You did very well, Grieves. Of course, if you want to—”

Hero didn’t let Supervillain finish. They placed their palm down flat on the table and used it to springboard over, twisting their body so their boot connected with Grieves’ chest.

Grieves’ eyes flashed, and Hero heard Teleport and Medic move beside them but Hero was faster. They reached up and latched their hands around Grieves’ throat, feeling the ice flood their system at locking Grieves’ power down.

Hero slammed Grieves back against the wall with their momentum and twisted, bringing Grieves down to the ground over Hero’s hip. They were on top of them in a second, hands never leaving their throat. Not even as they felt Supervillain grab them from behind.

“Hero?” Medic asked, voice cracking.

“Get out of here!” Hero screamed, voice shrill. “Go! I can’t hold him forever! Teleport go!”

“No, we—” Hero heard a pop a second later and they felt tears prickle the back of their eyes for the second time that day. Hero didn’t let go of Grieves, not until Supervillain forcibly ripped Hero off them and threw Hero into the opposite wall. Hero fell to the ground with a stunned oomph, winded.

Hero didn’t even get a chance to catch their breath before Grieves’ power was on them. It felt like Hero’s brain was set on fire and they screamed, hands reaching up and grabbing their head trying to calm it, cool it, but even their palms were too hot and Hero couldn’t breathe.

Hero didn’t know how long it lasted, but when the fire ebbed from their mind Hero was on their side, gasping, curled into a little ball,a mixture of tears, snot and spit pooling on the ground in front of them. Hero shuddered, nausea climbing up their throat.

“—not yet! Grieves listen to me—”

“I want to flay them alive, Supervillain! At least give me that! Let me warp their mind until they can’t speak anymore!”

“Grieves! Grieves, hey! Listen to me—”

The words were like gunshots through Hero’s head, deafening them and leaving them stupid. Hero coughed out some kind of fluid from their lungs, trying to push themselves up to all fours.

“The only way you will get any kind of revenge is if we stick to the plan, do you understand?”

“Your fresh, unleashed pet is altering the plan! Are you letting your emotions get the better of you?”

Hero didn’t really process the conversation but they felt the tense silence that followed Grieves’ words.

Hero finally got vertical pressing their head against the wall, their stomach turning over itself. They squeezed their eyes shut to try and not hurl in front of the Villains. Supervillain whispered something in Grieves’ ear. Hero groaned, and tried — and failed — to push themselves to their feet. Whatever Grieves did in Hero’s brain made their body feel sluggish and heavy.

Supervillain was in front of Hero then, clicking his fingers in front of Hero’s face. Hero opened their eyes, frowning at the noise. A hand was on Hero’s cheek, thumb under their eye and pulling down. Hero reached up and grabbed Supervillain’s wrist weakly.

“You still with us, Hero?”

“Get’way fro’me.”

“Yep,” said Supervillain with a smile. “You’re there.”

Supervillain let go of Hero, then reached down to grab Hero’s wrist. The familiar sound of power dampeners opening threw Hero on full alert, but the cool cuff closed around their wrist before they could stop Supervillain.

“No,” Hero ground out, but Supervillain didn’t listen. He pulled Hero forward, hooking his arm around their back and pushed them down to lay on their stomach while he fastened the cuffs behind their back. Hero tried to fight him, but he was too strong and Hero was too— Grieved to do anything. Instead they rested their forehead against the floor, sighing. That was the only respite Supervillain allowed them before pulling them back up and letting them go once Hero’s back was against the wall again, glaring at him.

“If you had been civil, Hero, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

“Civil!” Hero laughed. “Tell that to your best pal over there who made my friends into his personal little zombies!”

“You are an insolent child,” Grieves said, his voice full of disgust. “If it wasn’t for Supervillain I’d have you choke on your own tongue.”

Hero’s eyes levelled with Grieves’s, a smug smirk slipping onto their face. “Don’t you have heroes to hunt down and catch?”

Grieves’s nostrils flared. For a few tense moments that seemed to stretch into minutes they just glared at each other while Supervillain got to his feet. He walked over to Grieves and whispered something in his ear that made a dangerous glint dance across Grieves’s eyes.

Grieves walked towards Hero with a swagger that would have been ridiculous had it not instilled Hero’s fight or flight response. All they managed to do before Grieves got close was press their feet to the ground, going to push themselves up again.

They didn’t get the chance.

Grieves grabbed Hero’s hair and yanked their head up, Hero gritting their teeth in response trying to not give him the satisfaction of a scream. Then a knee crunched into Hero’s nose and they cried out, their eyes watering instantly. They didn’t even blink the fresh set of tears from their eyes when Grieves’s knee came up again. Hero’s breath got caught in their throat as the stench of iron drowned out their senses and they felt blood gushing down their nose, over their lips and onto their shirt.

“That’s for messing with me Hero,” said Grieves, his voice alight with a righteous glee. Grieves brought his knee back and slammed it down onto Hero’s sternum this time. Hero gasped, their body curling around Grieves leg as breath was stolen from their lungs— blood splattering across Grieves’s trousers. “And that’s just for fun.”

Grieves left Hero gasping and turned to face Supervillain before nodding at him. “Tell Villain to find me when the time comes, Supervillain.”

“I will, Grieves.”

Then Grieves was gone. Supervillain closed the door after and turned to look down at Hero. Hero spat blood onto the floor glaring up at Supervillain. He just sighed, running a hand down his face.

“You don’t understand what you’re fighting against Hero,” Supervillain said softly. “I know this may seem drastic, but I am trying to end the fighting. I am trying to stop this cycle of violence between Heroes and Villains. What do those words even mean? Who decides who’s a good guy and who’s a bad guy? There is no order in this world.”

“And you’re going to bring order to it, are you?”

Supervillain’s cool eyes cut into Hero. “I’m trying,” he said coldly. Then he shrugged off Hero’s glare and continued: “and I’m succeeding. Now we just need to wait for Superhero to make his last stand, and that is where you come in.”

Hero blinked, fighting the urge to widen their eyes at Supervillain’s revelation. Hero leaned forward, lips curled back into a snarl.

“They’ll see through this,” Hero told Supervillain, their voice betraying the desperation for them to be right. “I’m obvious bait.”

“If you’re gonna catch a big fish,” Supervillain said with a confident smirk, tilting his head at Hero. “Don’t worry though, we’ll make sure to make a big fuss about you so Superhero comes running to the rescue.”

Hero tried not to flinch backwards, but they still pressed their back into the wall when Supervillain crouched down in front of them, capturing Hero’s chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“We’ll make a big song and dance about it if it makes you feel better, absolves some of your guilt for being bait— ah, ah, ah,” Supervillain’s grip tightened as Hero tried to turn their head away, keeping Hero facing Supervillain, looking into his icy eyes. His voice softened as he continued. “It’s your biggest flaw, you heroes. Always trying to save something, someone.”

Dread pooled thick and heavy in Hero’s chest, compressing their ribs as if they were caught in a vice, as Supervillain smiled at Hero. “Your fatal flaw… and I’ll use it to eradicate you all.”

*~*~*~*~*

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Could you maybe do 14.‘’That’s a lot of blood…’’  and 15. ‘’No, don't do this to me. Stay with me..’’ with Mindy. I love her sm and she’s barely on here

Finally more Mindy content!! I don't understand why there is so little work for her

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The plan was to get all in the same subway car and trap Ghostface inside the shrine, but the plan went astray from the first step as you, Mindy and Ethan managed to get separated from the others. It wasn’t a big deal. There was only a few minutes between the two trains, so you would join them shortly.

‘’I don’t like that we’re here with him. Why didn’t he go with the others?’’ Mindy complained, eyeing Ethan across the subway car, still suspicious of him.

‘’Because we missed the first train,’’ you reminded your girlfriend as you typed Tara a text, informing her of the situation. Right after you hit ‘send’, your phone screen flashed with 1% battery. ‘’Mind, can you pass me your phone? Mine’s dead.’’

‘’Yeah.’’ She fished in her pockets, looking for the device, but couldn't find it. ‘’Shit. I think I left it at Sam’s apartment when we got attacked and had to cross on the ladder…’’

Your stomach felt queasy at the mention of the ladder. You could have died if Mindy had not grabbed your hand at the last minute and held onto you. She saved your life. You were so grateful for her.

‘’I’m gonna see if Ethan’s has battery. We need to keep the others updated on the situation.’’

‘’Careful,’’ Mindy warned, grabbing your hand. ‘’Stay on your guard around him, okay? Please.’’

You squeezed her hand and nodded, then snaked your way through the bodies of Halloween costumes that swarmed the subway. On another day, you would have enjoyed watching the costumes and pointing out who looked the coolest — that one Babadook and the girl dressed as Pearl took the cake for you —, but you caught a few ghostface masks among the crowd and it gave you the chills.

What if the masked killer was hiding beneath one of the costumes?

‘’Everything okay?’’ Ethan asked when you made it to him.

‘’Can I borrow your phone?’’

Before Ethan answered, the lights flickered inside the subway car.

You drew your eyebrows together, sharing a confused look with Ethan right before everything went dark. Was this a power outage? The lights came back, then flickered again, but the subway kept going. It was strange.

When the lights finally came back, the subway stopped and announced a station.

‘’What was tha—’’

Your question was cut off as Ethan’s eyes widened, looking behind you. ‘’Shit. Mindy.’’

The mention of your girlfriend’s name got your attention. You swiftly whirled around and your heart clenched when seeing Mindy on the ground with a blood-covered hand over her stomach.

Fuck.

You shouldn’t have left her side.

‘’Mindy!’’

You ran up to her, skipping apologies when you bumped shoulders with a stranger, and kneeled before her, not caring about the dirty subway floor. All you cared about was Mindy.

‘’Shit. That’s a lot of blood…’’

Mindy groaned in pain. ‘’He was there. I knew he would be. I thought the chances of it happening twice were small, but here I am again, fucking stabbed.’’

Since it was Halloween, no one spared you or Mindy a glance, assuming it was fake blood. You fucking wished it was.

‘’We’re gonna get down at the next stop and take a taxi to the hospital—’’

‘’No!’’ Mindy protested, cutting you off. ‘’We have to find the others. Hospitals are not safe. Tara got attacked there last year. We need to go to the shrine. Detective Bailey said it was the only safe place.’’

‘’I know, but you’re bleeding on the subway floor, Mind.’’

‘’Mindy’s right,’’ Ethan said from behind you and you glared at him for encouraging your girlfriend's stupid idea.

‘’What?! She needs to go the the hospital, where people will take care of her injuries and—’’

Mindy’s vision suddenly got blurry, the blood starting to soak through the left thigh of her pants. ‘’Wow, I really don’t feel well…’’ She leaned her head against the wall and her eyes started feeling heavy.

You shook her arm that wasn't covering her wound. ‘’No, don't do this to me. Stay with me. You have to stay awake, Mindy. Mindy? Mindy!’’

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last line challenge + self rec challenge

(tagged by @argetcross and @wolffyluna respectively thank you my friends)

Last line rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote or drew and tag as many people as there are words some people (borrowing tagger's rules).

When was the last time L had been touched by anyone at all? It must have been years ago now, if you didn’t count Watari. L swallows. His throat feels detached from the rest of him. He can feel his pulse hammering away, evidently still in the throes of that panic attack. How strange. Does his heart, working so diligently to keep him alert and awake and alive, know its beats are numbered and dwindling? Does it care? Light’s hand settles on his back, then slips uncertainly around his shoulders. L realises he is being hugged. “Oh,” he says.

(this is an au. lol)

self-rec rules: when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five some other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💞

these are heavily weighted towards my most recent works lmfao

"as you like it" persona 5, akeshu. my running longfic and favourite child. akechi has a palace au, ren pov, the manifestation of everything i've ever tried to push myself to achieve creatively

"man's best friend, et cetera" (trigun spoilers) trigun, vashwood. years after wolfwood's death, vash meets a dog and can't banish the thought that he seems familiar

"aquascaping" hades/iliad/tsoa/etc, patrochilles. modern au where achilles runs out on his failing relationship with patroclus and gets a pet fish to cope and learning to take proper care of a pet fish definitely isn't a metaphor for anything.

"telltale" (death note spoilers) death note, lawlight. after L dies, light begins to have recurring nightmares about being in a sickly sweet domestic relationship with him. i wrote this on a plane.

"chatoyant" death note, lawlight also. fake dating where they start out mutually aware they're using each other for the investigation but then light loses his memories and thinks it's real, and L has to deal with that. i wrote most of THIS in a meeting at work!

tagging: arget and wolffy i'm cheating so pls do the other meme that you haven't done yet if you would like to. also @stygiusfic, @supremesanada, @toushindai, @joshriku and anyone in the world who sees this post pls do either meme or both as you please <3

#rookposting #i wont tag individual fandoms lol dont want to clog the tag #long post #everything i write turns into like. metaphor for grief. little animals as metaphor for grief

[rjhpandapaws]

Hit me with your Zelda OCs and prompt number 1…don’t blame me, I was dead at the time

//Ziur my beloved

When he returned to Zora's Domain after freeing Vah Ruta, the last thing he expexted was to get hit with another memory. Or at least what he thought was a memory, surely after a century there wasnt anyone left outside of the Shiekah and the Zora that knew Old Hylian Sign Langage. And yet there was someone with Hylian ears signing rapidly at Bazz.

Link caught only a few signs here and there, "Old Aqquantance" and "Left Out." So he couldn't quite discern the message, but Bazz seemed a mix of amused and annoyed. Neither one had seemed to notice him just yet.

"I don't know why Sidon didnt tell you the Champion has returned, short of not wanting you to walk off the edge of the Domain in your haste to get to him." There was a lilt of exasperated fondess to his scolding, "You can ask them when they return."

That seemed to be his cue to leave as he didnt want to ne spotted. Except he was waterlogged and exhausted and managed to trip over his feet and hit the luminous stone flooring with a wet and somewhat pathetic splash. In a split second both faces were trained on him, except the Hylian with white hair was missing his eyes. In the place where they should have been was long aged scar tissue. The familair netting of burns that laced Link's own torso. Guardian fire, but still, the face that remained was familair.

The scene around him changed.

It was the Domain still, but older. From his preteen years, before he drew the sword and was forced to rise to meet a fate much too large for him. Back when Hylian's and Sheikah alike had ambassator's to the Domain. Zuir's parents, a Hylian and Sheikah had been there on the latter race's behalf, and Link's parents were there on the Hylian's.

Ziur's light grey eyes had been alight at the time as he held an armored carp above his head. He'd managed to catch it bare handed and was showing his hard earned prize to Link and Mipha, over joyed. He swelled with pride at his catch, having nearly drowned, twice, in the persuit of the stulid fish. Just to prove he could.

Link came back to himself with a sad smile. Hylia only knew what had happened to him in their absence. He wasn't disabled persey but he had always needed a little more looking after than most kids their age. When Link and Mipha vanished, it must have fallen to Bazz and Rivain to care for him.

'You Left. Why?' Zuir signed at where he thought Link was, it was slightly to the right of him, but still clear enough to see, 'You Promised. Never Leave.'

Link shrugged and Bazz translated his response, "I died, it wasn't my fault."

The look that crossed what remained of Zuir's face was priceless.

#Panda's shorts #Breath of the Wild #One sentance prompts #legend of Zelda #Original character #disabled character #body horror tw #graphic injury mention #Breath of the Wild Link #bazz botw

[moose-a-licious]

Effigy Mounds- October 2023

“Why don’t you let me try taking pictures of you? Maybe it could help you heal. We could go somewhere unfamiliar and have some fun, you’d be in control.”

We got a car, we could go see my parents in person again for the first time in a long time. A haunted house road trip, we’d go to one in Duluth, one in Wyoming MN, and the one we used to all work at in Omaha. Erin and I hadn’t been to that one since we moved away from Omaha in 2015.

God, I hated this man. He had videos of himself sexually abusing kids at the haunt. One of them was only 14/15, I think he was selling the videos.

He raped one of Don’s women once, I think it was Tony that called him to a hotel room for a meeting when they heard. Don beat the shit out of him and pistol whipped him with his gun.

I hated those dresses they forced me to wear. I made myself into a big slenderman type character, I ran around on drywall stilts. The customers loved it so much I never had to put a dress back on. Jimmy, Erin, and a few others would take turns circling around me outside. They made sure kids wouldn’t be successful in pushing me over. I never fell once.

Erin started working there when they were 11. I was 15. Both Erin and I went to the same high school, Erin convinced me to come work there with them. That’s how we met Jimmy. It was a nice place to go after school to try to escape reality and find ourselves. All those kids working there were kind of lost, they needed a safe space to have fun.

“Ready for dreams, sleeping beauty?”

I looked up from the picture book in front of me. There is a page from it etched in my mind, it was drawn by an old Disney animator in the late 70’s? Very inappropriate. Looking back at this, that book might be another reason why I didn’t want to learn how to read.

“I want to be Ariel! She’s in the water with the fish.”

“No, you’re blonde not a redhead. Night night.”

I was 4 or 5 years old. I remember a camera set up in that basement. My parents don’t know that one, it’s connected with the church and my mom’s brother. I could never live if somehow those videos surfaced or they found out.

When I was around 16, I noticed a military grade flashlight my dad brought home from work. I don’t remember what drew me to it, but there was a tunnel that led to a sewage drain a few neighborhoods over. I made sure the flash light was fully charged and headed out with some friends.

We entered the tunnel and walked into the dark for 5ish minutes until the first turn. The tunnel turned right, on the cement wall a huge red devil was spray painted, it had a pig nose. After a few more minutes of walking, my flashlight started flickering, weird I made sure many times the charge was full. There were brick patches in the cement walls, it looked like rooms had been sealed up.

The flashlight died and we turned in the dark and ran holding hands making a chain. We couldn’t see a single thing.

When we finally exited the tunnel, there were cop cars flashing. I walked up to the officers while my friends ran past to the car we parked a block away. I placed my hand sweetly on one of their shoulders and said everything was fine, we were leaving now, just curious kids. They didn’t stop me. Was it my flashlight that called the cops? Did we trip something in the dark? Did someone in one of the houses see us enter and call them? The next day there were bars blocking the entrance. Jimmy said we need to find an angel saw.

Months ago a story came out in a state near us, i don’t remember which one. The daughter of a farmer said her dad made her help him bury bodies of prostitutes from Omaha in the late 80’s early 90’s. The cops wouldn’t spend the money to extract them to prove her case.

Another story came out about the corruption of someone supreme, rental apartments sitting empty but still bringing in cash.

1/7

[pluckysidekick]

Hello, Drewds! I’ve been on vacation but just had to come back to post about what we know about the next few episodes.

Before I go there, a word on Episode 8. For me it was one of the best of the entire series. The actors were able to capture each others’ speech, mannerisms, and essence so well. And of course the Nancy and Ace scenes were just incredible. They aren’t together romantically yet, but they have reached a new level of honesty with each other, and are learning how to be a couple. The sunset scene, and Ace’s voice cracking as he says later that he’s a better person with Nancy in his life, were everything.

On to episode 9! We got the one line description “The Drew Crew prepare to battle a Sin Eater.” I think we can do better than that. To start with, the title. “The Mystery of the Stolen Soul.”

Who could be the stolen soul? My theory - it’s Tristan Glass. We know he’s adopted, and the Glasses are fully capable of stealing a child. Is he the child of India Burnett, the most recent victim of the Sin Eater (who died on a boat under mysterious circumstances)? Or does he have some other connection?

Henry Zaga was filming in Vancouver and posted this at the time of ep. 9 filming:

I remember at the time wondering how he got so muddy. This certainly makes me think of this scene from the trailer:

We all surmised that this is Tristan who Nancy says she won’t let die (yes I studied Alex and Henry’s profiles for comparison cause I’m obsessed).

Some fans have theorized that Tristan IS a Sin Eater. Did Nancy shoot him accidentally when she’s aiming for a Sin Eater? Or does he transform? Or is he actually the next victim - and if so, whose sin is he paying for? Nancy’s (for the tsunami/killing Tempy/shooting Tristan)? The Glasses (for kidnapping Tristan/many attempted murders)? We will get the return of Jonas Glass in this episode, interested in how he plays into it. Kennedy said we won’t fully understand Tristan’s role until the finale, but I imagine a big piece of the puzzle will be revealed in this episode. Still wondering about his grandfather that he went fishing with, esp after Ep. 8’s Ace&Thom fishing adventure…

We have this intriguing promo still from Ep. 9 which matches with a shot from the trailer:

So is this Temperance’s red sleeping powder she used on Lev? Perhaps Nancy finds it in Icarus Hall. Does she try to use it on the Sin Eater? Tristan? Ace? (Also, where’s Ace?)

There’s this mysterious shot that matches Nancy’s fit from the cabin shot below:

She’s waking up here - did she douse herself with the sleeping powder accidentally? Maybe she’s testing it out before she tries it on the Sin Eater.

We also had this trailer shot in a stone cabin that matches Maddison’s coat from ep.9 filming:

You may remember she attempted to sing Elton John in the green room in this gorgeous purple plaid coat. What icky thing are they encountering? And what is going on here?

Back in town, we’ve got Bess on trial for witchcraft, which is eerily evocative of both the history of early America and today’s terrifying climate:

You may remember the cast did a meet and greet with fans during filming at the old courthouses that are inside the Vancouver Art Gallery:

Since Nancy has a few different outfits in this episode, I’m thinking the trial runs for at least few days.

So I know we’re all anxious about what is happening with Ace, who isn’t in any of these shots. We know from past episodes they often leave him out of promos, surely to increase our anticipation. I can’t imagine him not being there for his Platanchor - although he does have a job that he can’t slack off now. From IMDB, Connor is in this ep, so we should get some work scenes for Ace, and perhaps the suggestion that he go to school to further his career?

I believe we’ll see his potential love interest in the next episode (will do another post), but we should expect some Nancy-Tristan action in this ep. Gotta ride the wave!

As always my post is all speculation based on what we know from BTS, trailers, and promos. I might have the wrong episode for some of these shots, and there may be some I missed. But it’s fun to speculate while we wait for Larry’s emojis and tonight’s broadcast!

#nancy drew #nancy drew cw #nace #ace [redacted] #ndcw #nancy drew season 4 #author: pluckysidekick #nancy drew spoilers

[circlique]

So I play DND with my in-laws and we’re doing an Avatar campaign. As the resident artist, I drew everyone’s characters along with important NPCs.

(left to right, top to bottom)

Syntagma: The advisor to the Earth King. He is patriarch of a powerful and extensive Earth Kingdom family, and his relatives can be found in positions of power all across the Earth Kingdom. He is a true patriot but is also very stuck in his ways and unempathetic, and tends to value money and loyalty above all else. He is an earthbender, but isn’t as spry as he used to be.

Chai Lee Dong: An intelligent, well-spoken young man from the Southern Water Tribe. He comes from wealth, but dislikes rich customs and believes in helping the less fortunate. He possesses a strange ability (perhaps a form of waterbending? or something else?) with which he can manipulate the thoughts and emotions of others, with limited success. The party is still unaware of his power and believes him to be a non-bender.

Kelsang: Comes from an Air Nomad separatist movement called the Order of the Painted Dragon. The Order was exiled from the Southern Air Temple for becoming too entangled in worldly affairs. Kelsang is intelligent and perceptive, but tends to be arrogant to the point of insufferability. He still holds high conviction in most Air Nomad values (such as vegetarianism, all life is sacred, etc.) but believes passive inaction does a disservice to the world. He had a near-death experience in which he was approached by a blood spirit, who offered to escort him back to the world of the living in exchange for 0.5% of his remaining time on earth. He accepted. He neglected his airbending abilities as he was always more of a scholar, but the blood spirit seems to be able to bring out (cruel) abilities he didn’t realize (or want) himself to be capable of.

General Flamer: An...interesting...man and self-proclaimed hero who claims to have saved the world from calamity at the hands of the spirits. He was trapped in the spirit world for 10 years and tells a lot of big fish tales. He is socially ignorant and arrogant, and believes strength is the best attribute a person can have. Recently, he nearly burned down a village by accident and nearly died when attacked by the village guard (who basically punched a hole through his gut). Klo was able to ressurect him, but during his time with one foot in the grave, he was also approached by the blood spirit. He declined a deal similar to the one Kelsang accepted, but instead took a deal in which the spirit kept his bending in exchange for allowing him to live, as his fire chakra was destroyed by his injury.

Klo: The chief of the Northern Water Tribe. She is a diplomatic, natural leader who cares about helping people. However, she believes you can’t help people without power and is distrustful of people looking to get something out of her position. She is unpracticed with waterbending, but the party’s recent adventure has necessitated her accelerated attempts at learning healing and bloodbending. She used bloodbending to save both Flamer and Kelsang and is unaware that this is the act that keeps summoning the blood spirit.

Juno (NPC): The daughter of Dai Lee who possesses similar abilities to Chai Lee. She saw through her father’s plot to gain control of the Earth Kingdom with mindbending and fled to the Southern Water Tribe for several years, vowing to thwart her father and people like him. Through mysterious means, she acquired to ability to remove people’s bending, and now travels the world removing the bending of people who abuse it, accompanied by her band of chi blockers. Her actions have understandably caused a lot of fear and unrest in the world, and the party has been tasked with finding her. She has a personal connection to nearly everyone in the party, although most of them are unaware of the others’ connections.

Avatar Maika (NPC): “The tree must be pruned of diseased branches...” She recently reappeared after being missing for 10 years. It appears those 10 years were spent undercover, traveling the world and um...”pruning the tree” in often extreme ways. She was revealed to the party when she used a forbidden airbending technique to rid the world of a corrupt village leader and his guard. She’s looking for Juno to take revenge for her attempting to take her bending. She appears to have some kind of personal connection with the blood spirit, as Kelsang and Flamer both saw her name (although scratched out) in the spirit’s list of contracts. She was once an Air Nomad, who has since left their ways behind.

#avatar #atla #lok #avatar the last airbender #dungeons and dragons #dnd #ocs #original character #circe draws

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Dark Secret [Chapter One] Whispers in the Dark [Ace Merrill]

Summary: 'Forever and Always'. That is what Elise promised Ace when she married him. But how true to her word is she? Especially when Ace returns to Castle Rock playing host to an Ancient God, who enslaves the weakwilled and spreads its misfortune one disaster at a time.

A/n: Welcome to my new Castle Rock fic. One thing to remember while reading this is that it's based in an alternative universe. I mixed the movie lore for "Stand By Me" and the short story "The Body" on which the movie is based. Characters share their movie appearances, only older, and their lore matches the short story. It's also heavily horror-based with Lovecraftian themes. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): Implied or referenced death, suicide, unexplained disasters, unease, rumors, referenced robbery, language, religious beliefs, smoking, alcohol, arguments, Ace being Ace, OC, ancient beings, alternative universe.

No Minors Allowed!!

In the summer of 1973, a string of unexplained disasters spread through Castle Rock like wildfire. It was the year Ace Merrill nearly died. He reckoned, in retrospect, the events started when he broke that damn antique statue, but his wife believed it started with the death of Owen Bundy. 

Owen was a South Paris local, a big-name officer with the Paris Police Department (PPD) who was well into his sixties and pushing retirement. Those who knew him would often say that he was kind and generous, a man who gave more back than he took. For that reason, the community was rocked when boaters pulled him from the Little Androscoggin River a week after he went missing. 

His body was bloated and some of his skin had peeled away like an orange from the tissue, most likely eaten by the marine wildlife - Ace even made the crude remark that he had become fish food, a joke that did not sit well with some. 

An apparent suicide, the papers claimed. 

Few were in disbelief, including Elise, Ace's sensitive wife, who swore there was something unusual afoot.

“Some people, no matter how fucking well they hide behind a smile, are truly lonely,” Ace told her on the matter. 

Elise was not sold. She could not explain it, but something didn't sit right. No. She wasn't like some of the Castle Rock residents who insisted that foul play was a factor in his tragic death, though she did believe he didn't just toss himself into the river. Honestly, she wasn't sure what to believe. 

One thing was for certain, the entire town was in a state of unease. Elise could feel it. The air was stale and thick, and to make matters worse, a week later, another sudden disaster out of South Paris had dug its hooks in deep with the community. A fire.

Elise was in line at Brownies, a small country store, when she heard the news. Martha Young, a regular with a love of gossip, was in front of her talking loudly about the incident. Ace liked to call her a ‘fucking twattle-basket’, a nickname that made Elise laugh every time she heard it. 

She had to hide her wide smile behind her hand as the memory came to mind. Luckily it was just her, Martha, and Jessie Emerton, the cashier inside the store. 

“My brother said it was really bad. He works with the county and saw the damages,” Martha stated. She paused and drew a cross in the air over her chest. “Poor souls. I reckon they lost five.”

Elise felt her heart race. Five, and then Owen Bundy. What sort of misfortune was brewing in South Paris? 

When it was her turn to approach the counter, Martha turned and noticed her, painting on the fake smile she always wore when she saw someone she disliked. Elise heard she had as many friends as she had manners, and that wasn't many. If she turned up her nose to her enemies, then there would be no one for her to gossip to. 

“Elise! Why I didn't notice you behind me,” Martha lied, speaking like they were old friends who were reuniting for the first time in years. “Did you hear about those poor people in South Paris?”

“Yeah, I did. It's unfortunate,” she uttered, opting not to mention that she overheard her talking to Jessie. The entire store could have heard her. 

Martha frowned. 

“I'll pray for them all.”

Elise had no doubt. She was a devoted Christian, or so she claimed to be, but everyone knew she liked the taste of gin a bit too much. The aroma was strong on her today, no matter how much perfume she put on. 

“I will make sure to pray for that ruffian husband of yours too.” She drew another cross in the air in front of her chest, then turned and walked out the door.

Bitch. 

Elise tightened her jaw and tried to ignore the obvious insult. The chime of the overhead bell on the door eased her a bit, but she was heated. Her marriage was a hot topic amongst the residents of Castle Town. She couldn't be seen with Ace without a person spreading a rumor. 

Are those bruises she's covering?

Look how unhappy she looks.

Gossipers rejoice. It was bullshit, but it wore on her. 

Elise was warned about marrying Ace, by friends and family alike. They were opposites, but she fell hard. She was young, in her early twenties when he tossed her the ring; no ‘down on one knee’ or ‘special moment’. It was the best day of her life. Then he went away. 

Ace was arrested for attempted robbery and caught cracking a safe at the Mellow Tiger. He was sent to Shawshank Penitentiary for four years and not a day passed that Elise didn't consider calling off the engagement. But for some reason, she stayed. Love, perhaps. Rumors spread that she was lonely, that she had no one after her daddy died. At the time, maybe the rumors were true. She didn't know. 

Either way, she said ‘I do. Forever and always’ to Ace in 1970 at the courthouse in Castle Rock. Richard Chambers was the witness; wasted but in attendance. And she never felt regret, not in the three years she carried his name. Aside from his dark sense of humor and controlling nature, Ace took care of her. The scrutiny she tried to overlook, but it was hard.

Sometimes she couldn't control herself. 

Elise charged out of Brownies, ready to berate Martha Young. Narcissistic old drunk. A gentle breeze tossed her cornflower blue baby doll dress as she crossed the parking lot, carrying sacks of groceries and searching for the beat-up cream-colored Buick that Martha drove around in, but to no avail. She had left. Elise tightened her jaw in irritation. 

Chill. She isn't worth the effort. 

It still would have been nice to call her out. Elise took an uneasy breath and left the lot, heading south on Route 117. Her Chevelle, left to her by her father, rolled down the blacktop with ease without squeaking thanks to Ace. He was passionate about cars and nearly refused to let her drive it once it was fixed. 

“It’s too much car for you to handle, darling,” he told her. 

“You're too much for me, Ace, but I handle you just fine,” Elise retorted. 

She never heard a complaint after that, but his stern blue eyes turned to her from time to time when she hit 80 on Pleasant Road just after the Bowie Stream Bridge.

On Cranberry Bog Road, a two-story farmhouse came into view. It belonged to Ace, given to him by Junior Merrill, his father, before his death. It was the only nice thing that man ever gave him and even then it needed a lot of love and care. 

A sleek blue Ford Galaxie was parked in the gravel driveway near the front porch, windows down. Elise raised a curious brow and pulled into her spot next to it. What was Ace doing at home? He normally worked at the junkyard from 6 to noon, and sometimes he would stop by the Emporium Galorium to check in on his cheapskate uncle before returning home for the afternoon. It was odd. 

Elise got out and gathered the groceries, then took them inside. The screen door creaked loudly as she walked into the house, realizing immediately it was cooler outside. She groaned in irritation. The AC unit must have given up and finally died; it had been messed up for a month now.

As she sauntered into the kitchen, she saw Ace leaning against the counter with a beer in hand. The electric fan plugged into the wall beside him tossed his side-swept blonde hair out of place as it rotated from side to side. Even with it on, Elise could see that it was still hot. The white slim-fit t-shirt he was wearing was damp with sweat.

“I see the air is out,” Elise mentioned, setting the sacks down on the table.

“Compressor is bad. It would be cheaper to buy a new unit than to waste money tryin’ to fix it,” Ace retorted. He gulped down the rest of his beer and then crushed the can, earning a wide-eyed look from his wife. 

Elise sighed. 

“Bobbie won't take those if you crush them.”

“Take ‘em to the scrap yard. You get more money for them,” Ace retorted. 

He was always suggesting better ways for Elise to earn more, but she was stubborn. The grocery store was paying her in dimes and nickels for the cans; the scrap yard would pay her more, and he could crush them without one of her ‘I can't believe you just did that’ looks. 

Walking over to the sacks on the table, he looked through them, narrowing his eyes as he realized that she had not bought more beer, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Elise. 

“My check was less than I thought it would be. ”

Ace hummed. Cheap ass bozo. Mason Gilmore, the practice manager at Castle Rock Family Practice, was just sore because Elise was not hot for him, a statement that his wife always laughed off. 

“Mason? He's just overly nice,” Elise had stated. 

“All guys who wanna get laid are overly nice.”

Ace knew he acted the same way when he first met Elise. Hook, line, and sinker.

Who caught who, though? 

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her against his chest despite the uncomfortable heat. She was thick in the thighs with a round butt, fitting to him like a glove. 

Elise chuckled as Ace's short scruffy beard tickled her neck. He leaned in and blew air in her ear. 

“That's because you won't wear those cute cutoffs I like. Let him look but not touch.”

Elise snorted and turned up her eyes. 

“He's a good man. A Baptist.”

“Then he can thank God for what he made for me,” Ace retorted. He smacked her rear, then went back to the counter to stand in the path of the fan.

It was scorching.

Elise emptied the sacks and then began to put the few items she bought in their designated areas. The cool air from the fridge was a welcomed surprise. It was a shame neither of them had the money to buy a new unit though. 

Speaking of…

“Did something happen at the junkyard?” She was referring to the reason he was home early. 

“I told that old fuck to shove it and left,” Ace retorted as though it were no problem at all. 

Elise could not believe him. He quit. Milo Pressman was an angry old drunk, but he at least went out of his way to hire Ace despite him being a felon.

As if he knew she was on the verge of reminding him how broke they were, Ace let her in on his plan.

“Pop might be starting a moving service. He has a friend in South Paris who needs some antiques moved to Jerusalem's Lot. If I do this, that cheap fucker might let me in on the business. I'll make more, a hell of a lot more than I was at the junkyard.” 

Elise was happy for him, she was, but he should have made sure first before he quit his job. Reginald “Pop” Merrill was his uncle, but he was also a greedy old man who cared little about his family. 

“Hon, your uncle is just…not reliable. It feels too good to be true.” 

Ace tightened his jaw. He knew how bad his family was. Hell, he made mistakes too, but it still irritated the hell out of him when Elise tossed their faults in his face. 

“You married into this family, darling. But that doesn't make you an expert.”

Elise took an uneasy breath. 

“I'm not trying to belittle you, Ace, or your family, but times are different. We need to start thinking about tomorrow and not just how we plan to make it through today.”

“What the fuck do you think I'm doing?” The blonde snapped. He pointed his finger to nowhere in particular. “I'm out there bustin’ my ass every day only to come home to you, breakin’ my balls.” 

Elise had nothing more to say; warm tears stung her eyes. Was she really putting so much of a strain on him? Did he really feel this way? She averted her attention to the floor, wanting to think about anything but this, but Ace walked forward and turned her toward him.

“Forever and always, remember.”

Elise shook her head the best she could with Ace's fingers holding her jaw. Of course, she remembered. She said it in her wedding vows.

He stared at her a moment, eyes as dark and stormy as the sea, then released her. 

“Don't bother waiting up.” 

Ace stormed out of the house, letting the screen door crack against the frame, a sound that for some reason made Elise overly nervous. She sprinted out onto the porch to catch him, but he was already tearing out of the driveway, heading up Cranberry Bog Road.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Something did not sit right about this. 

–

Amid the quiet, humid night, Ace Merrill flicked the spark wheel of a cheap disposable lighter and lit the cigarette between his lips. He took his first draw in what felt like hours; his fussy ass partner, a man in his late fifties, had been smoke-free for three months and pitched a fit when he lit up in his truck once they left Castle Rock, so he had no option but to go cold turkey for the 18-mile long stretch to South Paris. 

The nicotine made him feel a little less antsy, standing beside the moving truck near some shady as fuck alley while he waited. The cargo was loaded, but the store owner had another important piece she wanted them to take to Jerusalem's Lot, paying them upfront for the transfer. It was a hassle, but at least he earned a little extra. Elise could finally get her panties out of a twist about their lack of income. 

When Ace stormed out, her blue eyes were glistening with tears. She was an emotional one. He felt bad, but he was not going to apologize to her; she pushed him to anger. If all the cards fell into place and Pop came through, then he'd buy a new unit for the house and maybe let her go shopping at that boutique in Castle View she always talked about. 

That ought to put her on cloud nine. And put him in the door for some boss sex. Elise was always her best when happy, but there was no denying her ability to blow his mind when she was mad. 

If he pushed her–

The sound of faint ringing tickled his ears. Ace swallowed hard. There was an intense pressure like he had submerged his head beneath the water, and then it stopped. He removed the cigarette from his mouth and walked to the back of the truck, peeking over the ramp at the alley beside the antique shop. There was a dim light above the stairs leading into the store's basement that bathed the surrounding bricks a burnt mustard yellow, a light that drew him in like a moth. 

The old Ace, the free spirit, would have checked to see if there was a lock on the door. Antiques sometimes sold at a decent price. His old buddy from Shawshank, Nat Copeland, knew some guys who could help him find a buyer. 

There was a lot at stake if he got caught again, however. That was the domesticated Ace's way of thinking; the old Ace didn't care; the Ace who was whispering in his ear to man up.

Whispering.

Ace swore he could hear someone, but their words were jumbled, an echo of hisses and grunts that didn't sound like a language, yet he knew what they were saying.

Come and see…come.

He stalked robotically toward the alley, stumbling over the ramp once, but never stopping. His cigarette fell onto the asphalt, forgotten. Closer and closer like the voice implored. If the light were a Zapper, then Ace was an insect, walking in a daze toward it, unaware of its true intention. Unaware that he might die. 

Come and see…come…come. 

The whispers increased, so much so that Ace didn't hear his name being called until someone roughly grabbed his shoulder. 

“The fuck you doin’, boy?” Henry Rawlins asked. He was an associate of his uncles - Pop didn't have friends - a stocky man who reminded Ace of a lumberjack. “You on drugs?”

Ace blinked, then darted his eyes around the alley. He had walked as far as the corner, just before the stairs. What was he doing? He could not remember. 

In annoyance, he yanked his arm away from the old brute and fixed his shirt. 

“Chill out, Paul Bunyan. I thought I heard someone.”

Henry raised a brow and glanced down the alley. There was no one there. He turned back and eyed Ace suspiciously for a moment, noting the sheen of nervous sweat that clung to his skin, then grunted. Damn Merrills.

“Come here and help me for a minute. This last crate is fuckin’ heavy.”

Ace considered telling him to shove it, but he wanted to get paid. He followed Henry back into the shop where the store owner, Mrs. Libby, or Lindsey - he couldn't remember - stood; there were puffy bags under her eyes as though she hadn't slept in days, and beside her on the counter was a medium-sized box made of aspen with a latched lid. Chunks were missing from the wood and certain areas were stained black; it had seen better days. 

Heavy, my ass. 

Ace tightened his jaw. 

“Take the box out to the truck, kid,” Henry ordered. 

It's for the money.

Gripping the box by the sides, Ace lifted it off the table and knitted his brows. The black stains had a powdery touch to them like ash and came off onto his fingers when he readjusted them. While it had some weight to it, the box certainly wasn't as heavy as Henry let on. One thing was for certain though, it stank.

The musty smell of old wood and something akin to iron permeated his nostrils, making his nose itch. 

“What's in this damn thing?” Ace asked.

Mrs. L smiled and reached forward with a bony hand, petting the lid. 

“A precious package. Be gentle with it.”

Whatever, creepy lady. 

Ace took a step back to detach her from the box, much to her dismay, then turned and walked back outside to the truck. He hurried up the ramp, ready to put the damn thing down, but a headache as quick as thunder pierced his skull, shooting pain down his neck. His grip loosened and the box plummeted to the oak floor with an echoing thump.

“Fuck!” Ace growled.  

He was sure he heard a distinct crack from within. 

The headache subsided and then faded just as quickly, leaving Ace in a state of confusion. What just happened to him? He ignored the incident and squatted to check the box. It did not appear to be damaged more than it already was, but what concerned him more was inside the box. If he broke the package, then Pop would deduct his pay.

Ace popped the rusted latch; its hinges made a sharp squeak as he lifted the lid and peered inside. The scent almost made him retch. It was far worse than before like hundreds of old pennies were shoved into his nostrils. He covered his face with his hand, smearing the powder onto his skin, and searched the old shredded paper for the package. 

A corner of it was sticking out of the packing, a murky yellowish-brown rock that looked like an old bone. Ace reached inside to pick it up, but to his dismay, a fragment broke off into his hand. It felt brittle and smooth, then Ace noticed that it was hollow inside. 

“So much for–”

Suddenly a black smoke, darker than any shade he had ever seen lurched from the hollow rock like a predator and covered his face. Ace tried to wave it away, but it clung to him. To his horror, it flew up his nose and into his throat, filling his lungs. He sputtered, trying to catch his breath, but it seemed impossible; he felt like he was drowning. 

Then all at once, it stopped and the smoke vanished. 

Ace gasped for air, taking in as much as his lungs could hold. His throat was sore and his eyes were glistening with tears. Visibly he was shaken. He slammed the lid back down onto the box not concerned that he had broken it, then raced down the ramp, almost slamming into Henry. 

“What the fuck has your panties in a twist? You almost look like you've seen a ghost, kid.”

A stray tear slid down his face, but Ace wiped it away. 

“It's–” He paused. What was it? How could he explain it? Ace tightened his hand into a fist. “Nothing. It's nothing.”

He ignored Henry's curious look and walked to the passenger side door, hauling his trembling body into the truck. Henry could deal with the rest; he wasn't going anywhere near that damn box again.

Ace sat in silence, turning the band of his wedding ring around his finger as he listened to Henry whistle a jaunty tune, entering the truck on the driver's side once he secured the back. He started the engine and off they went, up Brigg's Avenue toward Main Street.

The silence between them was deafening. Ace stared out the window almost in a trace, watching the town rush by in a streak of vivid light. It wasn't until they passed a house that lay in a heap of burnt plastic and twisted metal that Ace snapped to like he had been struck by a brick. His stomach turned and he felt strangely sick. 

Wasn't that the house that he heard about? The family of five. It struck a chord in him, for some reason; he wasn't sure why. It just felt…connected to him. Ace turned the band around his finger again and again, an action that did not go unnoticed. 

“Someone actually decided to marry you,” Henry teased. “She must have been desperate.” 

No Merrill was a good Merrill. 

He grunted in annoyance as Ace ignored his comment, looking more unfocused than ever. Must have been some strong stuff he was on. Henry leaned forward and turned on the radio, anything to drown out the silence. 

[We've only just begun…]

An intense bout of anxiety suddenly overtook Ace. He couldn't make heads or tails of it; he could hardly think. 

[Sharing horizons that are new to us…Watchin the signs along the way…]

The music began to fade, sounding muted as though the Carpenters had been submerged in water. Their voices were drowned out by the eerie hiss and grunt of a voice that spoke in tongue; a voice that Ace could understand. 

Abandon thy will…come unto me. 

The last thing he felt before he seized up and went unconscious was the band around his finger biting into his skin.

#stand by me fandom #ace merrill x oc #stand by me fanfic #ace merrill #stand by me #the body fandom #alternate universe #lovecraftian #oc #Spotify

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A couple days ago I wrote out a sales pitch short summary about 这位公子你别下毒 (Zhe Wei Gongzi Ni Bie Xia Du, which translates to something like "This Young Master, You Mustn't Poison") - the novel the guys in this art 🔽🔽🔽 are from, and I figure I should share it here too

SO there's this completely untranslated chinese webnovel 😭 that I read in machine translation because im unstoppable like that. It's very sweet and light-hearted which i didn't expect considering the premise. And while it's not like... a sweeping epic that would rearrange your brain like some others, I became totally enamored with the main couple's dynamic.

So the aforementioned premise: the main character, Helian Chunfeng (the guy with the sick sword in this art), is a prince/Emperor (depending on where in timeline we are) who had a very bad time, died, and woke up 2 years in the past, in his younger body, before everything went to shit. So he is a fun mix of being very calm and rational (lots of reflecting on mistakes done in first life) and just. a tightly wound ball of anxiety!!! Because of everything that went wrong in past life, most of all with his lover, Hua Baisu (the one with the fan. and poisons).

In the past life, Baisu sacrificed himself to help Chunfeng escape when Chunfeng’s younger brother staged a coup. The choicest bit here being that Chunfeng only figured out he was actually in love with the guy when Baisu died in his arms, because he is certified Dumbass About Feelings. As in, literally brought the guy home as a concubine… in what he Thought was revenge. (No one is more head in hands about that than himself.) Anyhow, Chunfeng comes back to the time when they just met, more or less, and sets out to Fix Things — and that’s the rest of the novel.

And they have just. such a fun dynamic? Personal favorites: Chunfeng introducing Baisu, the guy he pretty much fished out of a random cave, as "future Empress" to literally all of his friends, and sometimes to enemies (before letting said future Empress test poison on them because Baisu also has mad scientist vibe); every time Chunfeng tries to push Baisu away for his safety and Baisu is like 'oh? bold of you to assume you have any control over my actions tbh' (and Chunfeng being like ‘oh right nvm my bad’); the way Chunfeng switches out of his solemn and in-control Emperor vibe and into the 🥺🥺💕 vibe when he is with Baisu......

Oh and also, smth that i think is a bonus (tho might not make sense out of context of BL and particularly danmei fandom) — unlike... literally every danmei that’s popular rn, this novel doesn’t have rigidly set top and bottom roles for the ship (which was how its gotten onto my radar in the first place, i think). It can be considered a niche trope for m/m cnovels… 

AND THEN the author chose to top it off with adding mpreg too😂 the absolute madperson(respect and awe) 

#zhe wei gongzi ni bie xia du #这位公子你别下毒 #这位公子你别下毒[重生] #77 jia de miao #77家的喵 #danmei novels #helian chunfeng #hua baisu #cnovels

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NandhininKarikalan~ Chapter 4

•Nandhini's Vengeance•

Madurai-Palace,

Nandini was left in shock at Periyar Pazluvetrayar's announcement.

The black clouds moved away reviling bright sun rays. The people started to cheer the name of their new ruler.

Even though Nandhini was the crown princess she had never thought that her coronation would happen right after her father's death.

Amarabhiujhangan's blood boiled at the announcement. He left the balcony in anger.

There was a tradition in their family that, no matter what gender, the firstborn always is the hire.So it turned out to be Nandhini.

Nandhini didn't know how to react in this situation. She remained silent and agreed to Pazluvetrayar's decision.

Nandini returned inside and ordered the ministers to arrange for her father's funeral.

Her father's body was decorated with heavy jewellery and his sword which had the Pandya's symbol, fish.

The fish in the sword was designed in a loop. This was kept near his body.

Nandhini was dressed in full white attire. She didn't spill a single tear at his death all that was running in her mind was revenge.

She stared blankly at her father's body as she stood beside it. Her brother was standing on the other side of their father's body.

It took till midnight night for the people to finish their visit and many kings came to see her father's body too.

Her father's body was carried to the river bank and was being prepared to be burnt.

Nandini and her brother followed right behind their father's body, they walked barefoot from the palace to the river bank.

Her father's body was kept at the in-between of the heap of wood and cow dung. His sword was kept on his chest.

Nandhini told her brother to perform funeral rites. He followed her order and did it.

Finally, Nandini was given a bond of fire to light up the body.

She took it in her hand and looked at her father's face and lit the funeral pyre. It started burning just like Nandhini's eyes which were burning in anger.

Everyone present there, bid their farewell after a few minutes. Only her brother remained with her.

After for what felt like hours, the fire died down leaving some unburnt bones and some small chunks of firewood. Nandini and her brother stood there the whole time.

She started walking towards the centre of the remains."Akka don't go your feet will get burned." told Amarabhiujhangan trying to stop his sister from walking forward. But his words were deaf to her ears.

She ignored the hotness and kneeled. Amarabhiujhangan was confused at her actions. 'has she gone mad ?' thought Amarabhiujhangan.

Nandhini kept her hand on the remains and took out her father's sword, Which was red due to the continuous heat supply.

Her hands were burnt they turned red because of the hot metal sword in her has. She bought it close to her face and scanned it. Nandhini opened her mouth and ask "Who" which came out as a whisper.

Nandini got up and walked towards her brother and came dangerously close to his face and repeated "Who". Amarabhiujhangan was scared of his sister's anger.

He didn't reply, instead, he gave her an item wrapped in golden cloth, Nandhini opened it, it was a dagger with dry blood on it Nandhini's breadth stuck in her throat.

The dagger had the symbol of Cholas, the tiger.

Seeing this made her conclude that it was Adhita Karikalan who killed her father. Nandhini stared at the dagger with her burning eyes.

Nandini, finally closed her eyes holding the sword's handle with her left hand and she gave the dagger back to her brother and turned towards the remains, she walked forward and stood at the edge of the bank and used the sword to cut her right palm.

The cut instantly drew blood " I the Crown princess of the Pandiyan empire, daughter of Veera Pandiyan promise to murder the people who helped in murdering my father and the person who murdered him. I promise this in the feet of this River" Nandhini vowed with her palm closed tight and blood flowed through it mixed with the flowing water of the river.

Amarabhiujhangan was shocked. He started at his sister his lips curled up to a smile more likely a smirk. He instantly hid it before his sister turned to face him.

She turned towards her brother and asked in a dangerously low voice " I left you to look at our father because he was ill. What were you doing when he came inside? What were the soldiers outside doing?"

A drop of sweat fell from Amarabhiujhangan's forehead, he replied"I-I was guarding outside father the chamber. He came through the window and killed our father, I went inside hearing father's scream but it was too late, our father was already dead and I saw Karikalan escape from the balcony."

"How did you let him slip out of your hands? " asked Nandini. Amarabhiujhangan gulped and replied, "I ordered the soldiers to catch him but he somehow escaped ".

Nandhini's face hardened, she didn't reply as started walking back towards the palace. Her brother followed right behind her. They didn't speak to each until they reached the palace.

The people were looking at the siblings from their house, through their window. They saw Nandhini with the sword in her hands. Nandhini very well knew that the people were looking at them. But she didn't react.

She reached the main entrance of the palace and the door opened instantly. She was let inside.

A girl came running towards her and hugged her, but she didn't hug her back. It was her friend, Urvashi. She was a chief tenant's daughter. They had been best friends since childhood.

"Akka, I didn't know this would happen to us " she cried hugging Nandini. Nandini stood still. She gestured for her brother to take Urvashi inside.

Nandini headed straight to her chamber. Her brother followed her to the room. "Akka what are you going to do now?" questioned Amarabhiujhangan.

" I won't leave... I won't let a single one of them live, the ones who had a hand in murdering our father " replied Nandhini burning in Vengeance.

"But how? " Asked Amarabhiujhangan.

"By entering their place and finishing them off. Each one should feel hundred times the pain my father would have felt when they killed him " replied Nandini.

" But How? They know that you are the pandiyan princess, how will you enter their place?" asked Amarabhiujhangan.

"Simple, I will just have to have strong royal support from the Chola empire," told Nandhini.

" How will you get a royal's support from Chola Nadu?" Asked Amarabhiujhangan.

Nandini thought for a second and told " I will marry the prince ".

" Who? Arulmozli? But he is not in Chola Nadu he is in Elangai. And he is younger than you too." Asked Amarabhiujhangan confused.

"Who told that I am going to marry Arulmozli?" Asked Nandini as she turned towards the balcony and walked up to it. " Then who?" Asked Amarabhiujhangan as he followed his sister up to the balcony.

"Adhita karikalan " replied Nandhini smirking. Amarabhiujhangan could believe his ears.

" How will he marry you? "Asked Amarabhiujhangan not understanding his sister's plan.

" He wouldn't marry Princess Nandhini, but he will marry the Vaishnava Penn Nandhini" Nandhini answered, smirking.

Hope you liked this chapter!

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#aditha karikalan #kundavai #ponniyin selvan #nandhini #ponniyin selvan 2 #vikram #chiyaan vikram