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man-down-in-hatchet-town · 4 months

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Hey, you!

Yeah, you!

Do you crave more ✨canon queer stories✨ in your fandom experience? Are you begging for more major character representation that you don’t have to headcanon for yourself?

Then have I got the kickstarter for you!

The Tin Can Bros (a comedy trio and makers of live theatre, digital sketches, webseries, you name it! You might know them from all the work they’ve done with Starkid—founding Tin Can Brothers Joey and Brian played Ron and Quirrell in A Very Potter Musical) are launching a brand new season of projects, most of which contain QUEER MAJOR CHARACTERS AND THEMES. These guys have got gays, they’ve got lesbians, they’ve got trans and gnc characters, they’ve got wholesome first love and Hannigram levels of fucked-up toxicity. It’s a whole cornucopia!! They’re planning to produce work in Los Angeles, NYC, London, Edinburgh, and Adelaide, but there will be digital tickets so you can watch where ever you are!

We’ve got:

-Two Rocky Horror-style concerts of the cult-hit, spy-movie parody musical Spies Are Forever. Gay protagonist who will sear himself into your heart! Seriously, his relationship with fellow spy Owen will emotionally destroy you for at least seven years.

-A concert of the developing musical This Could Be on Broadway, which follows a group of high school kids putting on a production of The Matrix: The Musical (not a show in real life) in their theatre department. A bunch of the central kids are canonically some flavor of queer, and there’s a central, very sweet lesbian romance that includes a trans character. She’s played trans actress Esther Fallick, who also worked with TCB as a consultant to make the character and show as authentic as possible. Seriously, if you want to see a trans teen thriving in their own skin, this is the show for you.

-An Edinburgh Fringe Fest production of The Solve It Squad Returns, a Scooby-Doo parody that follows the parodic versions of the Scooby Gang when they reunite as fucked-up adults to finally confront the almost-twenty-years-past traumatic murder of their dog Cluebert. I promise it’s funnier than it sounds. Esther, the Velma-esque super genius, is gender non-conforming and identifies with they/them pronouns. They also have a girlfriend WITH a boyfriend!

-A workshop reading of the QUEER SCI-FI TELEVISION COMEDY PILOT Intelligent Life. Unlike the other projects I’ve mentioned, this one is new to the TCB fans, but will follow a pair of ex-boyfriends forced to survive together in an extra-terrestrial colony. From the sound of it, there will be plenty of queer supporting characters as well. This frankly sounds like it could be tumblr’s dream show, and it’d be great to support its development.

-The Great Debate—a live comedy game show where comedians debate silly things. While this obviously won’t have narrative gay rep like the other projects, it will showcase gay talent (at the very least, Tin Can Brother Corey will participate in every show) and may include debates involving queer topics.

-Gross Prophets, in which three wannabe gurus/cult leaders lead a seminar on the path to enlightenment. This is a completely new stage musical so I honestly don’t know if it will contain any queer characters or themes. But the TCB queer track record is pretty good!

Guys, I’m so genuinely so excited by this season. But all this awesome queer art won’t happen unless we get their kickstarter funded. And they need our help! So let’s get fundraising!!

TLDR; Comedy group Tin Can Bros are attempting to fund a season positively filled with queer stories and characters, and they need help! If you want to support the creation of queer theatre and the development of queer TV, consider checking them out and giving to the kickstarter!

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hitlikehammers · 3 months

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there is a tree as old as me

rating: teen tags: future fic, outside POV, trespassing, established relationship, engaged steddie💍 ✨for @kallisto-k at my BIRTHDAY MONTH PROMPT FEST for the prompt: To Build A Home—The Cinematic Orchestra: 'and now, it's time to leave and turn to dust // out in the garden where we planted the seeds // there is a tree as old as me

She catches the trespassers by chance, really.

She’s awake early even for her routine, age doing nothing for the capacity to sleep in on a good day but her hip’s been a trial, and she needs buy a new mattress but Richard’s insistent he can’t bear to sleep on a stone slab, Patricia, good god—she wants to get one of those Select Comforts that splits their settings between two sides as a compromise; he argues those are for lesser mortals, which she’s long learned has evolved in recent years to mean not just that he thinks he’s above something in general, but more now that he thinks he’s better than technological advances.

And Patricia Harrington has standards, certainly, but she can also recognize when

She’s also old enough to remember when ‘new’ was an opportunity to throw her Black Card and gloat a little in the rush of the novelty, the momentary shine until the next new thing appeared to repeat the cycle.

She might be feeling her years, but she doesn’t understand when her husband got so damn old.

At least he’s still savvy enough to the time that they’ve got an airtight security system for the house itself, given the trespassers—more likely would-be-burglars, given the evaluation they’d just paid taxes on for the property—that she spies out the window, hears where she cracked the window in the kitchen to light a cigarette as she brews an early coffee.

Maybe Richard will agree to motion sensors for the yard, if she tells him about these…miscreants.

They’re moving carefully, like they don’t want to be seen, or more likely caught—suspicious, obviously—but they’re also moving like the know where they’re headed, as if they’re familiar with the space they’re traversing even in the pitch dark: even more suspect, really, and she wonders if they’ve cased the home, adds full-property camera surveillance to her list of proposals for reevaluating their security.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to—“ she barely catches the hiss from one of the criminals from across the yard, but it doesn’t last.

It doesn’t last because the second party drags the first close and: the lighting’s horrible, the moon’s crescent at best, but there’s really only one thing to be doing when two bodies press close, and then break apart with a pop she makes out on the breeze and, well. She was young, once.

“Believe it, baby,” the second trespasser rumbles low, and, oh, good god: “we gotta hit all the landmarks.”

They’re men. They’re both of them men and they were just—

“Landmarks?” the first one hisses sharper, this time, and Patricia…she doesn’t care nearly as much as Richard does about what people do in their bedrooms that she personally doesn’t agree with.

But this isn’t anyone’s own bedroom. This is her lawn.

“Of our story,” the second one, he—he—has got such curly hair she likely would have assume it was a very tall women, if it weren’t for the voice; “all our highlights.”

“What, exactly, was—“ the first man, he sounds a little exasperated as he whispers, but…fond. Fond like Patricia hasn’t heard in…well.

A very, very long time, at least.

“Here,” the curly haired fiend traipsing her property stops at a redbud tree Richard had always despised, said it looked tacky, common. Patricia canceled every removal service he’d had whichever secretary he instructed to send.

The second man turns, moves slow toward the tree before reaching, placing a hand on the trunk almost carefully, reverently. There’s something…familiar about him. The shape of his face, the way the the coif of his hair catches in shadow—

“My nanny used to tell me this tree was planted the year I was born, that it grew up with me,” and oh, oh, that’s, he’s—“so that I’d have to eat my vegetables and stuff, if I wanted to see it grow.”

He sounds so nostalgic, so soft at the edges; Patricia doesn’t know if she’s ever heard her son sound like that.

Because that’s who it is; why he seemed familiar even at a distance.

Even if she hasn’t seen or heard from Steven in nearly twenty years.

“And look at you both,” the other man, with the curly hair, he’s holding Steven by his arms, and the motion, the body language is…tender even before she hears the words filter over:

“Big and strong,” the man says, and then he’s cupping Steven’s cheek and Steven leans in so quick, like he trusts deeply, here: “fuckin’ beautiful.”

She can’t see it, not in the dark, but something tells her Steven’s smiling for the words. It makes her feel…uncomfortable.

Because it’s not as if they hadn’t seen it; she doesn’t know where Steven’s moved, where he ended up when he moved out while they were gone, left his key and a simple, terse little note about the furnace needing looked at—she only knows he’s nowhere near here, anymore, and she suspects there are some, like the former police chief and his wife, who know where he went but she never asks. She’s too proud for that.

But the point is: Steven doesn’t live in Hawkins anymore, and likely lives nowhere near Hawkins. But when The Post ran the engagement announcement it had only been implied, she’d never have been able to place is, but: when and S. Harrington and E. Munson announced their happy news in print, in a town that didn’t house people by those initials, even if it still housed residents by those family names?

Well. Patricia had suspicions. And she remembers the Munson boy largely because his hair was an unmistakable mess.

Apparently some things didn’t change.

“This,” the Munson boy, because that’s who it is, that’s who’s still cradling her son so close and so gently: “this was the first place I knew you wanted me.”

Steven’s head, she sees, still tilts just so when he’s baffled.

“What?”

“I knew you loved me like I love you, I knew that way before but you,” and the Munson boy, he pulls his hand across his face like the night isn’t doing the hiding for him. Preposterous, really.

“The urchins were inside, we were going to grab more pop to bring in and you pushed me up against this very tree,” and the boy—man, they’re men, they’ve long been men and Patricia doesn’t want to pry up the implications of how she saw no part of the becoming part of that process with her own eyes—but the man’s voice is so warm, so…smitten.

It should be nauseating. Another thing she doesn’t want to pry at is why it…isn’t. At least not quite.

“Couldn’t wait, you said, couldn’t keep you hands off me,” and he’s turning Steven, walking him back against the tree as he speaks the words, like he’s reenacting something nigh-sacred.

“And I knew that I was out of my mind with wanting you like that, on top of loving you more than fucking life baby, but,” and Munson, she can see the way he breathes in his deep for the heave in the line of his back, and she can see the way he…brushes the line of his nose back and forth against Steven’s.

Who still has her father’s nose.

“You were hard as soon as you pinned me,” and Patricia frowns at the glass, when she hears that; and she barely hears is, in fairness, it’s pitched low even as they think they’re alone which is the least they can do but they are not alone and Patrician does not need to be subjected to—

“And it was like a light switch, or a lightning bolt,” the Munson boy—they’re boys they are still boys—but the Munson boy whispers it, and sounds like he’s wondering at it;

“He loves me,” he breathes, the line of his back breathing so deep again; “and he fucking wants me.”

And no, Patricia does not need to hear that at all, but.

There is a part of her, buried somewhere, who…does miss the idea of wanting. Of being wanted. In the abstract.

“You’re absurd,” Steven snorts and oh; oh, she remembers that tone, that testy little snark that always riled Richard enough that he’d largely stomped it out of the boy but oh: Patricia did love when Steven failed to rein it in.

Because it always reminded her that Steven was her son.

She doesn’t intend to start rubbing at her chest, but it…it feels kind of tight, there, just now.

It aches, there. Just now.

“I love you,” and Steven’s voice, she’s never heard him speak with that much feeling, and it’s difficult not to…to react to even just overhearing, to eavesdropping, though in fairness: it is, again, her property.

“And I want you,” Steven leans in, and kisses at Munson’s cheek with such affection, a devotion that’s obvious, near-blinding even in the dark; “just as much now as then,” and then Steven, Steven—

He laughs.

He laughs and it’s such a light and carefree sound and it’s so foreign to Patricia’s ears that it almost makes her anxious, or something of the like.

“But then so much more, baby,” and the warmth in those words: those are foreign too.

Those feel strange to hear, not least in Steven’s voice which…

She thinks she may not have recognized, if the first thing she hear were these words, in this tone.

She’s not wholly sure how to sit with that suspicion.

“Ten days,” the Munson boy’s hands go to Steven’s hips and he rocks them back and forth a bounce in the motion, a levity.

“Ten days,” and Steven…no.

No: she would not have recognized that voice.

She would not have known her son.

“You’re gonna be my husband,” the Munson boy whispers, Patricia only hears because she’s trying to, now, she…she wants to even if it hurts unexpectedly, the tightness under her hand in her chest a pain, now, a small little stab when this man cups her son’s cheeks, cradles him so careful and so…so loving, undeniable even like this, and says what she suspected from that notice in the paper.

Steven is getting married. Steven is getting married and he is proud enough to flaunt it in a town who could never prove it, where he no longer has tied; to a a partner who is proud enough to do the same just as brazen, and she doesn’t know if she’s proud or put-off, but she does know here, now—

Steven is in love. And he is loved deeply in kind. And the person who loves him sounds in awe at the idea of pledging forever not as a contract, but maybe more as a privilege.

She wasn’t paying attention for a strand of seconds as she acknowledged this, and decided ultimately to stop trying to do anything deeper than just that.

But she sees them pull apart; they’d been kissing the entire time she’d been thinking it through.

She isn’t even interested in acknowledging the…niggling little feeling of that kind of prolonged affection, let alone the way they reach for each other, steady each other in the coming apart, as if they have no desire to wholly come apart.

The idea of trusting another pair of hands like it looks as if they do, in the dim of these early hours, is…another foreign thing.

“Okay, okay,” the Munson boy laughs, no, giggles; “let’s get out of here before the owners notice.”

And he turns, would meet her eyes if he could see her; she knows he can’t, knows she’s standing just beyond the capacity to be caught and how absurd, caught inside her own house.

But then he’s turned away again; the house, and whatever it holds, far less compelling than the man at his side.

“Wayne’s place?” Steven’s asking and the Munson boy grabs his hand, lifts it to his mouth.

“Yeah,” the Munson boy says so low, so soft and sweet; “we can hit some more landmarks before that bagel joint he likes opens, we can take him breakfast.”

“More landmarks?” Steven sounds baffled, but so very fond and his partner doesn’t let go of his hand once, reels him in to peck his cheek.

“Of course, sweetheart,” the Munson boy nearly…purrs, how ridiculous; “so many. Because we’ve got one hell of a story.”

But ridiculous or no: the moon shifts out from the clouds as they make to scamper off the lawn and Patricia sees her son’s face for the first time in decades, now, and oh.

Oh: she’s never seen him smile like that. Not…not once.

She turns away, because the sting in her chest burns behind her eyes, a little; because the joy on Steven’s face is…

It feels private; like something she’s not meant to see.

She goes to pour herself the coffee she’d largely forgotten, and, well.

She’s still going to talk to Richard about security, but maybe…

Maybe not just now.

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halevren · 2 months

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FHJY Spoilers || my live thoughts as I watch episode 11

three hours. three hours along. this might take me a bit to get through 😭😭 I might not note every little thought because that's. A lot. But definitely a good portion of the normal random stuff

THE CONTENT WARNINGS ARE CONCERNING ME.... BODY HORROR??? GORE??? THIS ISN'T A HORROR SEASON. I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE A FUN HAHA SEASON???? WHAT??????????

HELLO ONE AND ALL

Ally Brennan Beardsley Mulligan

"What if just shows up for the interview" well I guess that means riz and fig have to create a

PETE WENTZ IS WANDA'S (RECENT) EX BOYFRIEND

"Cause if I say it to Brennan, I'll just be wrong"

CANCELLED 😭

im showing my emo autistic friend this session because they know literally everything about emo bands and apparently Pete Wentz has drank piss multiple times before. Hm.

"Let him sweat"

Mommy/baby time??????

"You are my little baby"

Sklonda embarrassing Riz to Fig is so real and accurate

spys tongue

spy's tongue or spies tongue

Very Humanoid Animals 😭😭😭😭😭😭

AN ORANGUTAN

NAT ONE BECOMES 23 🔥🔥🔥🔥

19 steal orangutan tho

VOMITING

NAT 20 MURPH

BROKEN CRYSTAL??

BLOOD SPLATTER?

oh goodness

Something happened here

CONFUSED?

STABS HER HAND?

Copperkell

Riz asking his mom to see dead bodies

omg did Kalina say Ragh Barkrock because she wanted them to investigate everything that she did back then in reference to him specifically (like the killing clone Lydia / destroying the house, etc.)

Emergency meeting. Even you Fabian.

CARBONIZED BLOOD?

rage kills

CRRRRRRIT it's a 7

IDENTIFY SPELL!!!!!!!

oh no. Brennan why you asking the state of emotions

"Fuck"

TWO IN ONE ONE IN TWO

Identify spell is overwhelmed

ATTACKS ADAINE????

NAT 20 PERCEPTION CHECK

The rot of dead gods??

INTERIOR OF A BODY?

gross gross gross gross

"gorgug..... very good....."

"You have to tip me this time" "nah"

building a God??? oh my...

The daymare queen

Bobby Dawn.

Asking what would make Kristen angry is such a loaded question. So much stuff

"My president!"

gorgug just grabs the angry shard

"I did not tell you I shit." "No, the whole school knows about it"

ADAINE HAS A SCOOTER?

AELWYN ASKED THE SHELTER FOR ALL THE UNWANTED CATS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AND SHE'S ALLERGIC TO CATS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"I have so much love to give exclusively to cats"

Camaraderie in toxicity

SHE HAS NO FRIENDS 😭😭

omg aelwyn and fabian boned

"Fuck you. Bitch"

Malarkey

"Tell Kristen to not come back."

zac's little shrugs hehehehe

"I drive down to bastion city and do crimes."

"I shall steal everyone's bones"

THE CATS CAN SMELL THE WARD AND THEY WON'T TAKE THE MEDICINE

aelwyn my beloved I love her so much

FIG DISGUISED AS KIPPERLILLY COPPERKETTLE

Ruben is just constantly being terrorized by fig in the dreamscape

devil's nectar Gertie infodump

KRISTEN AND GERTIE KISSED

"Okay, well let's go out sometime. I'm painfully single, uh, and none of my friends wanna see me naked anymore." Kristen Applebees you are so fascinating

LOCAL FOOD TRUCKS? THE FUCKING FOOD TRUCK FEST

KRISTEN MAKING OUT WITH GERTIE TO DISTRACT HER FROM FABIAN

"Kristen, you know that's my nemesis right?"

KRISTEN GOT HER KISSES IN 🎉🎉🎉

RIZ IS ON THE SCHOOL STAFF?????

LET FIG BECOME THE CLERIC TEACHER

LET WANDA CHILDA BECOME THE CLERIC TEACHER

A CV OF WANDA CHILDA

A WICKER PAPER??????

"I pooped right now."

Adaine over break research paper of curses

RUBEN IS HENRY'S NEPHEW

NAT 20 GORGUG PERCEPTION

He leaves the motherboard.... I worry that it might be stolen by someone else

"Seems suspect." "What do you mean suspect?" "Seems Suspect" their sibling dynamic is so real

THEY BROUGHT ZAYN!!!!

how did they get Zayn through TSA

TELEMAINE HAS A LITTLE THING THAT SAYS GORGUG'S NAME 😭😭😭😭😭

YAK BAK

GRAPE NIP

Hillariel is so pretty

GILEAR IS SO STRESSED

GILEAR SAID FUCK

Gilear is the only person who has made the fig curse the main priority

"I want the yogurt back on my shirt"

ALL THE MONEY GILEAR IN THIS SITUATION MAKES GOES STRAIGHT TO ADAINE

"HE GRABS ME?"

RIZBERT

"TELEMAINE STOP BULLYING ME"

(High pitch voice) "how did she bring winter?"

I heavily fw gertie x tracker

THEIR PLAN B IS SHRIMP JUMP

CRAW FATHERS

GORGUG CLEARLY PISSED OFF

oh fig.... I feel so connected to you

"Who's Wanda Childa....?" "She's my alter emo"

Sandra is so true. I often ask my friends how they percieve me so I can understand myself better.

"What if I punished this man to eternal rock"

"I don't want to see that." Sandra grabs fig's cigarette and takes a hit instead.

SPY'S TONGUE LORE

Kalina with the Spy's Tongue........

I love this lore and conspiracy theories talk

they're annoying but have great record keeping

GORGUG PUT HIS HEADPHONES ON THE SECOND THEY ENTERED THE CHURCH

NAT 20 INSIGHT

Narnia burning man

Fig and Fabian are living it UP

tracker............. i can't say I like her very much after that phone call. So I'm not the most thrilled to see her.

GORGUG PUSHING EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY TO THE HOT CHOCOLATE

WORLD STAR

Half the party is living it up having hot coco while the other half is experiencing / witnessing a very emotional moment

RUNES RELATING TO GIANT DEITIES

GIFT EXCHANGE

PIPES OF THE SEWERS

CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA CHA

THE RATETTES

EAR WORM?

"PUT ME IN YOUR BRAIN"

A PULL UP BAR!!!! IMMOVABLE BAR

BRACERS OF DEFENSE

"Oh shit they're so practical. I have to wear bracers. What can I do? They're so tactic?"

RIDDLER RIZ?

FIRE GIANT JUICE

"Is this legal?" "It's Not."

WOODEN ORANGUTAN MASK

SO MUCH HOLE

HE SENDS A TEXT TO MAZEY THEN PUTS HIS PHONE ON AIRPLANE MODE

KRISTEN NOOOOO

THE BAR

assisted pull ups 🔥🔥🔥

Naradriel is actually so sweet

Hillsong / wolfsong close enough

NAT 20 INVESTIGATION CHECK FOR MURPH

SCORTCH MARK?

LIST OF NAMES??

WEDDING CONTRACT

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

RUVINA MAID OF HONOR

THE MASK

"PUT THE HOLES AWAY AND MAKE THEM"

WHAT'S THE NAME. WHAT'S THE NAME. WHAT'S THE NAME. WHAT IS IT. WHAT IS THE NAME BRENNAN

OH GOD

ANKARNA

GLOWS RED? OH MY GOD FIENDISH ENERGY

ADAINE BROUGHT BACK ARKARNA AND LYDIA'S CHEST CRYSTAL

OH MY GOD IF LYDIA DIES I'M GONNA PUNCH MY WALL /HJ

negative one initiative........

SAVING ROLLS FOR FIG? WHY

PRIDE ARMOR

THE MOON BEGINS TO WHAT?

TEARS HER FLESH? OH GOD

BRIDE ARMOR

CASSANDRA IS PROTECTING THEM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

SEVERAL DIVINE INTERVENTIONS ARE HAPPENING SIMULTANEOUSLY IN CONFLICT??????????

FIG INTO THE BRIEF CASE JUST LIKE GILEAR WAS

SIX LEVEL COUNTERSPELL

COUNTER SPELL CRIT!!!!!!!!!

FIG WAS ALMOST KILLED?????????????

RIZ JUMPS AFTER FIG

BARONNNN FROM THE BARONIES

ROËMAENCE PARTNÆR

FABIAN DIDN'T JUMP INTO THE BRIEF CASE. GORGUG, FIG AND RIZ HAVE SO FAR

okay thank god fabian did jump in

DIVINE INTERVENTION ROLL

DEATH WARD ON AELWYN 🔥🔥

BARON IS WARNING KRISTEN?

DID WE JUST WATCH GILEAR FIG DIE?

NAT 20 DEX THROW FOR KRISTEN

what dimension are they in. What is riz's briefcase

ENDING OFF ON A ROLL FOR INITIATIVE??

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL WHAT

#fantasy high junior year spoilers #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #d20 fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #fantasy high junior year

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bluelockhalloweek · 9 months

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Blue Lock Halloweek 2023 Prompts are here—can’t wait to see what y’all create!

👻 Reblog with your favorites prompts & share with your Blue Lock crew!

👻 Find the event on Twitter @/BllkHalloweek

👻 See below for more info, typed-out prompts, & prompt examples if you need clarification or inspiration

👻 Feel free to mix and match, and take prompts as literally or as tangentially as you want!

👻 Work doesn’t have to be specifically Fall / Halloween themed as long as it fits a prompt. (If you’re writing a superhero fic for “Mask,” don’t feel like you have to stick a 🎃 in a corner unless you want to.)

👻 Work can be as lighthearted, scary, or spicy as you want as long as you follow the updated guidelines!

👻 Thank you to everyone who submitted prompts, & credit to the anons who suggested The Witching Hour & Mischief Night! A lot of suggestions were already on my longer list or were very similar, or might be better saved for next year. If your favorite isn't on the list, the “Free Prompt” finale is your day!

👻 Find event Archive of Our Own here!

👻 The event is on Tumblr, Twitter, and AO3, so share your contribution on all three!

Blue Lock Halloweek (+ 2!): October 23 - October 31, 2023

Monday 23: Pumpkin spice + Do you believe in magic?

Tuesday 24: Masks + Heartbeat

Wednesday 25: Things that go bump in the night + Festival

Thursday 26: Firelight + Dark Waters

Friday 27: Paranoia + The Witching Hour

Saturday 28: Monster’s Ball + Hunter’s Moon (actual full moon date & name!)

Sunday 29: Angels & Demons + Castle

Monday 30: Spirit + Movie / Mischief Night (actual night)

Tuesday 31 🎃: Sweet Tooth / Sucker + Free Prompt!

Now for Prompt Examples + Explanations

I’ve had people ask for prompt examples in past events I’ve hosted and this event is open to any language, so here you go! These are the quick brainstorming notes (now expanded with links & definitions) I took while narrowing down the list to be sure the final prompts were unique enough / without toooo much overlap, and covered enough areas. Only some of maaaany interpretations—go wild!

Your host is a fic-writer with ADHD, so…you’ve been warned.

Day 1:

Pumpkin Spice: Cozy Autumn vibes. Putting up Halloween decorations, carving Jack-o-lanterns, coffee / tea shop, pumpkin patch, scented candles, baking, fall sangria, sweaters and beanies and flannels, momijigari (Autumn Hanami 🌸, basically) / admiring gorgeous fall foliage, fresh hot apple cider in an orchard. Itoshi Bros and their love of turtle/mock-neck sweaters. Pumpkin Farmer Aiku and Karasu scarecrow!

Do you believe in magic?: Revealing their magical powers for the first time. Crystal ball, tarot. Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, etc. AU. Non-literal magic in relationships (feeling understood, chemistry, humor matching up perfectly, etc). Wands, spells, magical objects, magical creatures, etc.. Making a wish. Alexis "The Magician" Ness.

Day 2:

Masks: Costumes, super heroes, putting up a front, acting like something you’re not, classic masked Halloween meet-cute, secret / concealed identities, spies, ninja and samurai and assassins (Karasu and Otoyaaa!) Niko hiding his eyes / face.

Heartbeat: Racing heart from excitement, fright, romance, spice. No heartbeat like undead, zombie or vampire, etc.. Skip a beat, beat faster, beat slower (calm and comfort). Chigiri on the run from zombies, zombie Lorenzo!

Day 3:

Things that go bump in the night: unexplained (scary or otherwise) noises in the night, whispers or voices, ghosts and other supernatural entities, haunted house / place, anything scary, …spicy. Spooky Owl outside Rin’s window.

Festival: String lights illuminating festival stalls, costumes, traditional attire (Aryu looking stylish!), food and drink, games, Isagi devouring fried fair food. Fall Music festival. Mid-Autumn Festival (with all the pretty lanterns and mooncakes 🥮), Harvest / Fall Fests in general. Bobbing for apples, caramel / candy apples, carnival rides and games, Ferris wheel. Oktoberfest; Kaiser and/or any Bastard München player in Lederhosen—please, I’m begging!! Fun house / haunted house. Day of the Dead festivities.

Day 4:

Firelight: Cauldrons, brewing potions. Candles, rituals, bonfires. Autumn camping trip, s’mores, spooky firelight shadows outside the tent, got lost on a hiking trip & have to make a fire to keep warm! Torches, candles, lanterns lighting the way in a definitely not-haunted place. Hell, your favorite circle (Dante’s Inferno) 😈

Dark Waters: merpeople, sirens, sea monsters, kraken, pirates (Kurona and Raichi, Bachira 🐬!), sharks, shipwreck, ghost ships, stranded on a deserted island, haunted lakes, lake spirits, Autumn fishing trip, swamp monsters, bogs and marshes, willowisps, alligators, snakes. Loch Ness Monster

(Fire and water, light and dark)

Day 5:

Paranoia: Fear and suspicion, feeling like someone’s watching and you just can’t shake it (...Ego and his cameras), feeling like you’re losing your mind, etc.. Doesn’t have to be all bad! Maybe there was a misunderstanding before a fun surprise.

The Witching hour: Wiki / dictionary. Depending on whom you ask, the hour is either midnight or 3am - 4am. Supernatural entities / practitioners of dark arts are the most active and powerful. These entities might feel compelled / drawn out into the world. Magic and danger, inexplicable happenings! Humans ought to be at home and safely tucked in bed at this late hour, or else... Fun fact, the Orionid meteor shower peaks juuust before this event starts (in my hemisphere, at least) but continue until November, and the best time to view meteor showers is generally around the witching hour (after midnight / 3-4am). Can also mean the time in which people get up to no good or questionable stuff.

Day 6:

Monster’s Ball: Monsters, creatures. Bachiraaa. Halloween party, masquerade, nightlife (going out in costume—or not—to bars and clubs). Reo buying a round. Literal ⚽ ball (Lil Isagi trick-or-treating in Noa’s kit), Halloween Practice (like in high school or college when your coach let you have a fun practice in costume before a holiday—absolute chaos and so fun!). Whatever chaos and debauchery y’all can imagine. Just follow the event guidelines and tag accordingly! Green eyed monster (jealousy), Cinderella’s Ball (Sae and Shidou!)

Hunter’s Moon: The date of the actual full Hunter’s Moon—lucky us! Sometimes called the Blood Moon. Full moon, werewolves, moonlight, on the hunt or being hunted, spells and rituals, Tsukimi / moon viewing + Tsukimi dango 🎑, moon myths and gods. Celestial things, Kurona and Isagi planetary hotline / astronauts, aliens.

(Monster vs Hunter day, ha)

Day 7:

Angels and Demons: Demon and priest, hell, listening to the angel or the devil on your shoulder (making a questionable decision because it’s tempting), devilish fun or spells, sin, temptation, a deal with the devil. Ohhh, Sae and Shidou, your night has come! 😈

Castle: fairytales, knights, vampires, dungeons, Royalty (King Barou, Emperor Kaiser!). Also super Sae and Shidou.

Day 8:

Spirit: ghosts, haunted houses, GhostBusters, spirit entities like yokai, Ghost Adventures. Gagamaru as a friendly Yokai! Shaman. Possession, possessed or cursed objects. JJK. Ouija board game! Monk Igaguri.

Movie Night: Watching a scary (or not scary) movie, series, anime, etc. So many movie/show Alternate Universes. Sendou living his Hollywood dreams. Barbie please!!! Nagi nodding off halfway through. The guys as a character from their favorite movie listed in the Egoist Bible.

Mischief Night: Wiki page. The night before Halloween for hijinks, pranks, scaring each other! Toilet papering Ego’s house. Can be more sinister, too.

Day 9: Halloween!

Sweet tooth / sucker: Trick-or-Treating, candy corn, so much candy, caramel corn, vampires or anything with fangs, bite, ‘sucker’ like 🍭 or vampires, or…

Free day / AU (alternate universe) Palooza!:

Whatever Halloween stuff you want that doesn’t quite fit a prompt! Just listing some of the things I would draw (if I could) or write (if i had time):

Video game au for Hiori! Pokemon! Ego as a gangly cowboy, ⚽️ bolo tie and all. Barou as the "Cowardly" Lion in the Wizard of Oz. And finally, artists, if you're reading this, please, please consider Noel Noa (of the 🇫🇷 French National 🥖 Team!!) dressed as Bonjour Man from Life Lessons with Uramichi Onii-san (clip, manga cap). Please Omg. This image has literally been haunting me since starting this event and the manga/anime (even the dub!) is soooo funny. And technically, Bonjour Man is a cursed spirit sooo 👻

Okay, that's it. Hope y'all have fun. Please reblog and spread the word 🧡🖤

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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"So, Sky, who's the sexy guy with brown eyes hitting on Stella?" Y/N asked as they walked hand and hand down the hallway as Y/N spied Stella trying to suppress a hidden smile on her face as the handsome young man said something.

Sky followed his boyfriend's gaze and when he saw the brown haired male, he immediately knew who it was that had Stella in a flirt fest. "Oh, you mean Brandon."

"You know him?"

"He's from Eraklyon. And I guess you could call him in competition with Riven as my best friend—wait— did you call him sexy?"

"I did, Blue Eyes. Better watch out. I just may score another Specialist in my bed."

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argisthebulwark · 10 months

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TES Summer Fest Day 7: Profane/Sword

summary: After years of practice Brynjolf can make most things look easy, but even professions snap when the lockpick breaks. no pronouns or y/n used for reader - 'lass' used once warnings: Swears, obviously. whoops, posting a day late due to computer issues. @tes-summer-fest | day 1 day 2 day 3 day 4 day 5 day 6

Watching Brynjolf work was as fun as it was educational. He’d taken to teaching you on the job once the training chests became easy. Sneaking came fairly naturally and pickpocketing was getting better with every lesson but you still hesitated when picking a new lock. It was simple in the Cistern but the added pressure of being in the real world was terrifying. Sweaty palms weren't suitable for quick jobs so you crouched, thighs burning while you observed Brynjolf.

There was something captivating about the way he worked. You took note of the various clicks and sounds, wishing you could take notes of all the things he pointed out. His delicate fingers made calculated moves, hardly twitching but the locks always clicked open. He had it down to a science.

“Shit.”

Well, until the lockpick broke.

You’d never witnessed it. Lockpicks had broken dozens of times in your hands but it never happened to Brynjolf. Your handful of lessons didn't cast a shadow on his decades of success. It was unheard of.

Brynjolf always had the confidence of someone who knew every detail in his field of work. You'd never seen him flustered. Silently you watched his brows tighten, ghostly moonlight revealing the shade of pink his cheeks had become. He still looked quite handsome even when you spied the rage simmering beneath his surface, a fact you'd keep to yourself until he was a safe distance from nobles and guards.

“See? Like I said, it happens to the best of us.” His tone betrayed just how annoyed he was. You watched Brynjolf’s teeth grind when he pocketed the busted halves of his lockpick, hand opened in a silent request for one of yours. You’d learned to carry a handful of extras.

“Fuck!” He hissed over the snapping of a second lockpick. You gulped, glancing around the house to ensure its owners hadn’t awoken. They were ancient but would certainly wake if Brynjolf swore any louder. “Fucker’s locked up tighter than I imagined.”

While you stood guard at his back Brynjolf cursed his way through three more lockpicks before the safe finally swung open. His expression was grim instead of the usual excitement when you shoveled jewelry and gold into your packs. Carelessly he kicked the safe shut, a dull metal thud the only sound in the giant manor.

“Does picking a safe usually require so much profanity?” You teased once the open road was under your feet once again, Solitude and its wealthy neighborhood safely at your back. Brynjolf’s hand slapped onto your shoulder when he laughed, almost sending your hefty pack falling to the ground.

“Sure as hell does, lass.”

#skyrim #skyrim fanfic #writing #brynjolf #brynjolf x reader #x reader fanfic #tesfest23 #prompt: profane #tw language

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mcflymemes · 10 months

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PROMPTS FROM HITMAN 2 * assorted dialogue from the video game, adjust as necessary

at the location. no hostile presence.

tell me about the targets.

you know what we want.

i had such big plans for you.

you had a chance to walk away. why didn't you?

it comes back in flashes. fear. anger. but... like it happened to someone else.

i'm... i'm sorry for your loss.

you made this our fight. now let's even the playing field.

i'm breaking more rules than i care to count.

i remember everything.

that's the catch. the report is redacted. no names, no location.

so what am i missing?

i'll explain when i'm back.

it's a dangerous thing... having a conscience.

i spent a long time feeling guilty about that.

everyone hates power until you offer them some.

only one way to find out, i'm afraid.

i'm sorry you had to endure all that free champagne and cello music.

looks deserted.

is that a sense of humor, [name]? whatever next? crying at the movies?

oh, hell no. how did this end up here?!

think about what that means.

i swear to god, when i find out, you're dead!

we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

we need to know who we're up against.

this is our best lead in twenty years.

i say it's time we break a few rules.

no one's untouchable.

no more. i'm done.

so it's a dead end. i can't track them.

the breadcrumbs were almost too easy to follow. it could be a trap.

why are you doing this?

okay, i'm ready. let's get this thing fixed.

probably just some pitiful cry for help or some shit like that.

a great moment. i cherish the memory to this day.

plenty of spies went dark.

i have just the tool for the job.

i know what it's like to have everything taken from you.

i suggest you get rid of them, [name].

good aim.

what are we looking at?

like i said... it's a long shot.

how does he know about us?

we got what we came for. move out.

maybe next time, then?

it's the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.

this is exactly what the enemy wants.

you've seen the pictures, yes?

you should be able to jimmy open the garage door with the proper tool.

i'll call you after the presentation.

the house is just up the beach.

getting caught on tape is the last thing we need.

our intel indicates that she and her team are laying low.

for now, it's information we seek.

infiltrate the house and get us a lead on the shadow client.

up for some b&e?

oh my god! it's really you! it's such an honor to meet you!

on my way.

oh, could you fix me a cup of tea?

we got all we're going to get.

i thought this night would never end. what a snob fest.

according to the local home security provider, the house is equipped with multiple cameras placed around the perimeter.

why don't you search the pool area?

they could be out. could be lying low.

i see them. poor bastards.

i'm not a fool, [name].

she was never shy about collateral damage.

this feels more like identity theft.

what can i say? you really took one for the team.

nothing we can do for these people now.

don't worry. i've got this under control.

imagine what he would do to me if i messed up.

let me just grab a quick selfie with you.

improving on stuff that looks like crap probably isn't too hard.

there might be a concealed space behind the wall.

hurry. i'm detecting movement up the road.

they're back. multiple hostiles.

it won't make a difference. they're too powerful.

good. i will tell you exactly what to do.

take a deep breath and try again.

well done. now get off the property.

they're on high alert, combing the beach for intruders. proceed with caution.

someone will need to stop them. might as well be us.

no, i don't give a rat's ass about it.

i'll head up when i feel like it.

your so called "friend" is working for them now.

he's coming for us. and unlike you, he won't hesitate.

just get me inside.

we can't focus here, all right?

well done, [name]. this should be good.

i'm not as strong as you.

they have to pay for what they did.

it needs to stop. you... need to stop.

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It was revealed at the jump fest that Horikoshi initially planned for Naomasa to be an ally of AFO's who spied for him. Obviously it was scrapped later on. Now I'm thinking about all those Kurogiri is Naomasa theories that were prominent with them comparing the similar ties...

Anonymous asked: In honor of this revelation, can we get an AU where Naomasa was indeed sent to spy on All Might by AFO, but ended up falling for his target.

1- AfO stole his nifty truth detector quirk from Naomasa's father before killing him a bit before Makoto was born. As far as the Tsukauchi's mother knows, AfO is her husband's brother who helped out a lot at the time. Naomasa is the only one who knows his Uncle is lying, and he hates it, but can't tell anyone the truth because Uncle made it clear that Naomasa must pay him back for protecting his little sister and his mom. Naomasa has to be the one to teach Makoto how to manage her lie detecting quirk, has to get good grades to get to the police academy like Uncle orders, and has to not be suspicious.

2- Here, Naomasa meets All Might earlier, for a certain definition of "meet"- AfO worked hard to get them in contact on cases, but All Might is busy fighting twenty hours a day and doesn't really do the paperwork part of his job so actual communication with Naomasa is rare. Which, he's fine with, the less there is he has to pass on to his Uncle

3- When Naomasa first meets Toshinori, he actually thinks he's another spy for AfO placed closer to All Might after Uncle's injury, though he says nothing to verify that. Still, he's friendly - and then he learns he's All Might, and he starts hiding information on purpose from Uncle for the first time. He doesn't ask him for help yet though, he can't.

4- that changes after the Sky Egg incident, when All Might saves Makoto and everyone else. Naomasa waits until his sister is safe in the States, far away and not coming back soon, before he goes to Toshinori. He begs him not say anything, just to listen from the other room. Toshinori, worried, agrees, and then Naomasa takes a call from his Uncle. Toshinori recognizes the voice, and Naomasa confirms that he's alone in the room before answering other questions, carefully selecting what information to give before his Uncle hangs up. Toshinori stares at him. Naomasa looks down. "He doesn't know about you wound, or weakened form. My father... Used to have a lie detecting quirk too, you know. But he died quirkless. Anyway. I'm sorry. That's the truth."

Toshinori stares, silent, for a few more minutes. Then he says "and now, you can honestly say you never told anyone about what you did, or what he did."

"yeah. I hope I can, anyway."

To attempt to make up for what he's already given AfO, Naomasa starts passing information the other way... And does a lot of Toshinori's paperwork.

5- UA is a stressful time, with Naomasa called in to help after USJ and Uncle expecting to be told how far along the heroes are in their attempts to find him, and UA would really like Naomasa's help in sniffing out their own mole. But they manage, and Naomasa, who's been in love with Toshinori a few years at this point and said nothing, sees Toshinori so bright and happy as he ruffles Izuku's hair, and thinks seeing the real smile on the blond's face must be better than even kissing it like he sometimes is embarrassed to dream about.

(he gets a kiss later- Naomasa is furious when he discovers the mole. Not at Yuga- at his parents. Naomasa's father died before working for AfO, and his mother would have done the same, but these two are the ones who invited him in, who basically sold him their son! he's down to imprison the parents, or leave them to AfO, but not Yuga, who'd be better served hidden abroad. Toshinori watches him pace angrily about this before taking his hand, and saying he's unhappy too, but his student doesn't blame his parents and also might be liable to explode if he flees. Then Toshi promises to ensure AfO pays for what he's done, that Yuga and Naomasa and himself and Izuku and everyone will have peace when this is over. Naomasa disagrees - one, he's planning on being imprisoned himself after the war, and two, Toshinori shouldn't go out there, shouldn't get himself killed. Toshi just kisses the back of his hand though and leaves, saying it'll be all right and he'll see him later.)

#pocket talks to people #anon #ask game

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musicshelfwithmustard · 1 year

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Underwater with Wicked Bears

Gimpleg had the pleasure of speaking with Wicked Bears. Together they talked about bear hibernation, how to survive a wicked bear attack, their upcoming album "Underwater", and so much more!

Gimpleg had the pleasure of speaking with Wicked Bears. Together they talked about bear hibernation, how to survive a wicked bear attack, their upcoming album “Underwater”, and so much more! 1. Hello and welcome to Music Shelf, how are you doing today?So good, we’re ready to be vulnerable and discuss our new record, Underwater, in a thoughtful and interesting way! 2. According to the Utah…

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#bears #black bears #Gimpleg #hibernation #indie artists #indie music #ska #ska music #ska punk international #SPI Fest #the littlest man band #underwater #wicked bears

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An anticlimax?

A soft cock poem by @maesterchill, using prompt N3 from @hp-poetry-fest submitted by dandelionconstellation: Poem with ending words: Again, Entertain, Head, Bed, Bone, Alone, Spies, Lies, Way, Day, Stay. Also written as an entry for Soft Serves: a celebration of the slumberous schlong, PLEASE check out the fic Snug by @moonflower-rose you will thank me, I promise, it's glorious.

“You fucking bell end,” Harry scolds his boyfriend. “Not again.”

They’d had some people over—Draco loves to entertain.

But smoking Alihotsy always makes him lose his bone,

So Harry huffs, “You can bloody go to bed alone.”

He’d been really looking forward to giving Draco head,

But soon relents and duly picks his way upstairs to bed,

Pulls back the heavy blanket, and Merlin, there he spies

Draco’s dear beloved cock, which sweetly, limply lies.

He takes the wilted prick in hand, thinks “Sod it, guess I'll stay,”

Tongues its plushen squishiness and sucks down all the way;

Decides rock-hard erections can just wait another day.

Thanks to @timothysboxers and @tackytigerfic for having a peep at this ❤️

#soft cock poetry #let's make this a genre #hp poetry fest 2023 #soft penises #Soft Serve Celebration #maesterchill writes #drarry #drarry poem

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lanafofana · 13 days

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The missing angst fest we were deprived of in the Temple of Bhaal. Astarion x Female Durge. Much cursing.

The temple of Bhaal is silent. The companions stand in shock.

Denial is the first to crash into his chest. It slithers out of his throat without his permission. “No!” It’s a broken, confused whisper that curls around the hearts of those who hear it and twists.

Astarion’s vision tunnels and all he can see, all he can smell is the body of his lover lying in a pool of her own blood. Divine, cursed, sticky blood, reclaimed by a selfish, jealous, unholy father.

He goes to move forward, sucking in a shaky breath. There is only one obvious answer here, it’s not real. None of it. It’s a trick. A lie. It has to be.

He has to see, he has to touch, he has to make sure.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees movement, a hand, an arm, something, someone reaching out to him. To stop him.

“Get away from me!” He snarls, and he darts out of reach. The sudden movement spurs him forward and he collapses to his knees before…before…

His hands hover over a chest that does not expand and he makes an aborted noise between a moan and a wail. It lodges in his throat, choking him.

The eyes do not flutter, the lips do not crack, the heart does not beat.

Anger surges. “Get up, damn you!” His voice is hoarse, threaded with something he can’t look at directly or he’ll splinter apart. He sucks in a breath through gritted teeth and tries again. “GET. UP!” He shakes a shoulder and then with both hands pounds against the chest that used to house his world. “Get up you miserable, selfish, stupid fucking cunt!”

“Astarion.” The rogue does not know who it is and he does not care. He senses them near, too close, and he wants to draw his dagger and plunge it directly into their heart. Perhaps it would ease the throbbing ache within his ribs.

His fingers are gripping the fabric of his..of their…his hands are clutching her clothes in a white knuckled grip but he doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t feel anything.

Something ugly shudders within him.That’s not true.

He feels everything.

The easiest to identify is anger. Rage. Hate. He wants to tear the throats out of every single person present.

“Astarion.”

He claws for his fury and tries to don it like armor. If he’s angry he can’t…he won’t…

He swallows thickly. There is something awful in his throat and if he focuses on it he knows, he knows, it will unravel and drown him. He can’t do that. He grits his teeth so hard it feels like they might crack.

He curls in on himself, whispering into ears that can’t hear him. “Get up,” he begs, hating how it tastes on his tongue. Like ash and rat blood and long dark months locked in a crypt. His anger is a flimsy thing but he lunges for it, desperate. “You promised me,” he hisses. “You and me, you fucking promised me! So stop this and get the. Fuck. Up!”

The corpse does not respond.

“Astarion.”

In one smooth motion he rises, spinning on his heel, drawing his knife and pressing the sharp edge against the soft delicate skin of a throat that swallows reflexively.

Halsin raises his hands in surrender, his hazel eyes so godsdamned compassionate Astarion almost presses his advantage to watch it crumble like dust in the face of his own mortality.

“Don’t. Fucking. TOUCH ME!” His shrill voice echoes off the cavernous walls of Bhaal’s temple and over the druid's shoulder he spies the face of the god himself leering at him from the wall. A skull weeping blood, cold, and empty of its evil host and the feeling in his throat tightens again, a coiled viper waiting.

The dagger clatters from loose fingers and he blinks down at where it rests, stained red with the blood in which it landed.

He looks at his hands blankly, they feel like they’re full of pins and needles, scraping against the nerves of his palms. He’s shaking. Curling the white digits of his hands into fists takes focus but the bite of his nails soothes something inside him, gives him something to narrow his attention on. The trembling subsides.

His clothes are soaked from kneeling in blood but he returns to her side anyway. He hovers his hands over her body, unsure, hesitant. Scooping her up he holds her to his chest and buries his face into her neck. It’s cold.

There’s a horrible sound echoing around him and it takes a while to realize it’s him. It’s his voice that echoes around him. Wretched sobs, agony made manifest in the fragmentation of his composure.

“You weren’t supposed to die,” he tells hers through hitching breaths that gust out from between his fangs unevenly. “You w-weren’t…it’s, it’s gone all wrong. How did it go so wrong? You won.” He turns his face towards the face of Bhaal but he can’t see it properly and he realizes it’s because he’s weeping.

“Do you hear that?” He demands of the death god. “SHE. WON.” The stone walls of the temple are silent, dispassionate to the truth. Threading his hand through her hair he places his forehead against hers and closes his eyes, rocking her tenderly.

She’s so cold.

“She won,” he chants to himself. Not a prayer. Not really. Hadn’t he already exhausted the pantheon once before? Hadn’t his prayers always gone unanswered?

Perhaps deities cannot hear the cries of the damned.

#bg3 fanfiction #durge x astarion #astarion #astarion acunin #angst angst angst #hurt no comfort #many swears #one shot

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Blackinnon Fest 2024 ¦ Day 4

Word Count: 459

Prompt: Purpose

Order meetings were a fixpoint in the lives of many Order members amidst the chaotic war times: an evening spent with good food, drinks and like-minded people. Each member was assigned a mission on which they had to give a weekly report, followed by Alastor Moody's motivational speeches and tactical insights.

As fierce duellists, Sirius and Marlene were tasked with patrolling Hogsmeade. Their duty was to check all passageways from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts and inform the Order about any suspicious activities.

According to Dumbledore, Hogsmeade was a rallying point for spies and recruiters. He feared they would have easy access to the students and the castle if they left the village unsupervised; luckily, Sirius knew all about secret passageways.

One starlit evening, they sat by the Shrieking Shack after their shift and enjoyed the warm summer breeze away from the village. The moon shone brightly onto the grounds and covered everything in a silvery light, reminding Sirius of all those nights they had stayed with Remus in their animagus forms.

No one could know.

Not Dumbledore, not Lily and not Marlene.

If anyone found out, they would go straight to Azkaban. But Sirius could keep a secret like nobody's business. Because if he leaned in to kiss Marlene, they would break every single one of Moody's rules and lose their mission. So, he kept his feelings to himself.

He had moved his chair to the opposite corner of the room and avoided eye contact all evening. In fact, he had been suspiciously quiet.

"Before I close this meeting," Moody announced, "I need someone to take the Hogsmeade shift on Thursday."

Marlene raised her hand.

"Someone else?" Moody asked a little too quickly.

Moody's magical eye moved between Sirius and Marlene. Sirius knew Mad-Eye could see through the back of his head and that he watched every moving muscle. However, on the inside, his guts began to twist painfully, and his heart sank.

Moody looked around the room, but everyone shook their head, "No one? Just this Thursday."

"What's wrong with Marlene and Sirius?" Frank asked.

"For tactical purposes, Marlene leaves the mission. Since Gideon and Fabian are… well… I need a replacement." Moody looked visibly upset and had one last pleading look around the room until his eyes rested on Sirius.

"Why is she leaving?" Sirius asked politely.

"Because I broke a rule", Marlene sighed.

Moody took a deep breath and shook his head disapprovingly, "I really put my faith in you. With Gideon and Fabian gone, two pregnancies and Caradoc missing, I cannot afford more losses. Is it so hard to stick to one bloody rule?"

"I think I broke it too."

#blackinnonfest2024 #blackinnon #sirius black #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #sirius x marlene #first wizarding war #mad eye moody

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Black Widow Fest 2023 - Day Two

The Aquarium

Warnings: a visit to the aquarium is cut short :(

Word count: 1212

Pairing: Clint/Nat

This fic is thanks to @broken--bow ‘s amazing art (for my eyes only) and borne of a conversation for Clint and Nat having a place to meet, that only they knew about, and meant something to them. The penguins of Kyoto Aquarium are famous for having their relationships recorded. A fluffy piece before we get into the real angst of the week. As always, your likes, comments and reblogs are always so appreciated. Welcome to day two of bwfest2023.

Clint rubs his arm, the scratch from the katana not deep, but itchy as it heals. He nods and smiles to the straight faced Japanese man sitting across from him.

The man nods and stares back.

Clint forgets that, as an American, his mannerisms are not universal. He wonders how Natasha is getting on.

He sends a quick text and stands to get off at the station he has no hope in pronouncing.

His phone vibrates and he smiles.

She’s almost there too. He opts to wait for her train, and sits on the bench.

He loves the Japanese train system.

It says the next train arrives in 4 minutes.

And it will. He loves the fact that if it’s even if a minute late, they apologise.

The train system in America is horrible.

Natasha steps off the newly arrived train, the announcement permeating the station.

Clint waves low and smiles big.

“Hey,” he grins, giving her a hug and kiss into her hair.

“Hey,” she grins back.

“How long do you think before they realise we aren’t on the plane right now?”

He laughs.

“Soon I think.”

“Shall we?”

He takes her hand, and rubs his thumb over her knuckles.

“You’re doing okay?”

She nods.

“I’m wearing like a pound of makeup. And the stupid rib wrapping is making me sweat in all the wrong places.”

She lifts her top slightly to show that she’s actually strapped her broken ribs.

“Well done,” he tells her, slightly proud that she’s taking care of herself.

“You?” she asks.

He shrugs, lifting his sleeve to show his bandage wrapping, then slightly lifts his t-shirt to show the bruising on his hip.

Natasha nods, taking his hand and squeezing it.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

Clint smiles as they ascend the stairs, squinting in the bright August light.

To anyone, they look like tourists, not international spies, one back from a mission in Sapporo and the other from a mission in Singapore.

Kyoto was a midway point, somewhere to meet, reset and have a much needed date.

“This felt like a shorter walk last time,” she huffs.

He squeezes her hand and lets go, the sweat on his palms making it uncomfortable.

He agrees but doesn’t want to tell her that it’s likely because the injuries she’s carrying are taking it out of her.

They round on the Aquarium, Natasha seamlessly buying tickets and leading him to the entry.

The Giant Salamander is the first thing they see, and they stop to see them piled on top of each other.

“They’re so large.”

They stop and stay still with the salamanders, before Clint is distracted by the seal. It swims fast and he migrates over to follow it’s movement.

Natasha grabs his hand again, and points to the sign for the penguins.

“How long do we have?” she asks, looking to the sign and then the café.

“Food, then penguins? Or penguins, then food?”

“Mostly I just want to see the penguins,” he laughs.

Natasha loves this side of Clint, the one where he seems so playful and carefree. He just enjoys life and what’s in front of him.

They guide each other until the large board of the penguin relationships greets them, and she can’t help but laugh too.

“There’s been some changes since we’ve been here,” she tells him, pointing to the board.

“Oh no! Sen and Maru are not together.”

“What about Barney?”

“Clint, just because you can’t read Japanese, doesn’t mean you can make up names for the penguins,” she chastises.

“I can, it’s consistent. Barney, the one that starts with the hiragana ば, then ど for Doris.”

“You know some hiragana, and you’ve just generalised that?”

Clint continues to the tell her the hiragana he knows, and Natasha doesn’t have it in her to correct his poor pronunciation.

It’s like when she tries to teach him the Cyrillic alphabet.

He’ll get there. It just takes time.

He often gets sad about how quickly she picks up languages and how long it takes him.

“Barney and Doris aren’t together anymore.”

He points to the broken love heart and traces it with his finger to the two penguins.

His pout makes her laugh again, and she points out a few more changes before moving onto the actual penguins.

“They’re just cool,” she breathes, staring at them as they play and move around the keepers.

Clint looks to her and then to the small animals, playing and squeezes her hand.

“They are, aren’t they?”

He feels his phone buzzing in his pocket, as he takes a step towards the window.

He knows it’s Phil.

They’ve both missed their check ins.

Natasha’s phone is next.

“Don’t answer,” he implores, with his best puppy dog look.

She sighs and shakes her head, unlocks the phone and says hello.

“Yeah, we’re together.”

He laughs at her rolling her eyes, as they move along, sidestepping children until they find a quieter spot.

“Medical won’t miss me. Yes they’re strapped. Umm. I don’t know. Fine. 8pm.”

Natasha hands him the phone.

“He wants to talk to you.”

He growls low.

She smiles in revenge.

“He called you first,” she whispers, pressing the phone into his hand.

“Hello?”

“Clint? You missed check in.”

“Yeah.”

The keeper moves into the cage with food, and they sit together next to everyone else.

“You’re both okay?”

He starts to feel bad, not telling Phil their plan to meet up.

“Yeah, we just needed… time. After Suriname, and the girls. I think. Even though we had separate missions, we just needed a break.”

Natasha’s head pops up at the mention of Suriname.

He shakes his head, hoping to convey that it’s all okay.

“Understood. You have til 8pm. Then, I can’t keep it from Fury, and he’ll probably have disciplinary actions. If you miss the plane, I can’t help, okay? You have four hours to get to Kansai.”

“Yeah, yeah okay, okay.”

Phil pauses.

“She said she strapped her ribs, did she?”

Clint glances at Natasha.

“Yeah, she did.”

“And you, you took care of your wounds? Including the stab wound?”

Clint nods, “yeah, it’s fine.”

Phil’s huff, and pause conveys nothing but patience for his charges.

“8pm Clint.”

And he hangs up the phone.

The penguins are eating.

Natasha smiles and takes his hand.

He passes the phone back to her.

“You just had to answer, didn’t you?”

“8pm, the curfew?”

Clint sighs, looking out as they waddle along then dive.

“More like 6 for check in, and an hour and a half to get from here to the airport. Which means…”

“We have to leave now?”

He stares out.

“Yeah. I think so.”

They take the long route out, passing the dolphins, then the sharks and jellyfish. They’re both quiet as they approach the end, and even quieter as they exit.

Silence on the train, each lost in their own thoughts.

“We’ll come back here,” she promises, “just like we always do.”

“Yeah,” he replies quietly, “maybe Doris and Barney will be back together.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

It’s clear that both of them don’t want to go. That the brief interlude of normalcy, whilst gave them pause, is not their lives.

Clint glances to her.

Kisses the top of her head.

“We’ll be back,” he promises.

“We’ll be back.”

#bwfest2023 #natasha romanoff #clint barton #clintasha #black widow #my fic #hawkeye #natasha romanoff fic #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha fanfic #marvel fic #clintasha fic

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miabrown007 · 4 months

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what is Schrödinger's Enemy 👀

because I'm not predictable or anything, Schrödinger's Enemy is a fake-dating enemy spies fic.

this would have been my fic for the Eras fest, because I got 1989 as my album -> set at the end of the communist regime in Easter Europe. in the power void both the French mafia and the Guardian Order strive for seizing influence over the Eastern Block in the background. they send their agents for negotiations, but competing forces make the playground unpredictable. for that reason, Adrien and Marinette are given the order to get close to the other and, before the diplomatic negotiations could begin in earnest, capture the other--dead or alive

The floor disappears from under Marinette's stilettos, and she gasps out in surprise. Adrien’s hand is warm and steady on her shoulder blade as he holds her in the dip. He smiles down at her from behind his black mask, that maddening, infuriating, world-shattering smile of his that she used to hate so much. Funny how much a person can change in just a couple months. “Don’t you dare drop me,” she warns playfully—even though she rather enjoys it all. The way he can still surprise her—even though, since the end of her rigorous training, no one should be able to achieve such feats. The way she never feels scared by his side—even though he’s the most dangerous plaything she’s ever had. He pulls her to her feet, his stride never breaking as he maneuvers them farther away from a cluster of his men on the dance floor. “Would never dream of it, m’lady.”

#they use pet names because they both know the other had given them a fake-name they don't want to use but can't reveal that they know 🥰#this is basically one of those fics where I had the vibes I wanted (established relationship enemies at a fancy gala)#then put such a convoluted justification around it that I ended up not writing it #like i SWEAR this is a one-shot #thanks for the ask!! <3 #wip ask game

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jyndor · 1 year

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rebelcaptain fantasy AU for a rebelcaptaintrees gift.

this is more of a concept than a full story but I actually am having fun in this little world so I may continue this at some point!

The forest is wild and vast. The crisp morning air warms up by the minute as sunlight breaks in between the endless army of trees standing guard around them. They’ve been walking for days and weeks, and Cassian’s tired. He’s been tired for years - since the beginning of all of this, so long ago in Fest - but there’s no time for stopping.

His gaze drifts to the woman leading their group. Her swords hang from her belt, ready to gut anything or anyone who’d challenge her. Her hair is falling out of the braid the princess tied her hair into last night, as they all sat around the campfire, sharing Solo’s wine and eating Baze’s freshly caught salmon.

She is lit up with purpose. He wonders if Saw’s words are ringing in her ears like they are his - if you continue on this journey, my lionhearted girl, what will you become? He knows she’s braver than anyone’s given her credit for, proud and scared and dreadfully homesick for a long-gone place.

The fog is lifting. Jyn’s looking back at him, green eyes thoughtful and fingers sparking again (Luke must be projecting again), flickering bright and bluer than the ancient pendant on his chain.

He knows what she is, what kind of magic she has. What she’s hidden for so long underneath the illusion of a thief and a roguish swordsman.

Mirror magic.

A gift to be exploited so that they may finally end this blasted war. Back in Yavin, General Draven all but promised Cassian a promotion, excitement all over his face at the discovery. As if Cassian had done something good in Spying on her, as if the Sight hadn’t made him sick with grief and anxiety.

Flashes of: Jyn Erso, trapped inside a childhood nightmare returned. Standing still in waist-high water as the tide comes in. Frozen with fear before she can even think to Reflect. The waves crash above her head and he loses her, chained up as he is - and someone keeps screaming her name, over and over, until the brightest light -

Cassian knows better than to look. He’s learned more about her by just seeing her with his own two eyes instead of reaching for his crystal and sneaking around her future.

A future. His Sight is another gift to the Alliance, of course, but only because he’s careful with it. As his mama once told him: the Sight never lies or misleads or halves the truth, but the Spy has poor vision.

From the front of their company, her eyes shine with understanding - has she just Reflected? He is far too well trained for her to Mirror him, even with whatever desperate half-training she might have done under Saw. Still, he feels himself unraveling more and more in her presence - and turns back to Bodhi Rook, the bard, the messenger, the best of them all.

Cassian Andor isn’t sure if she’s Spied on him (on her? his head aches) but it hardly matters. She is like him - she knows what she’s heading towards.

But what she doesn’t know is this:

He’ll stand beside her in that waist-high water, hold her tight and break through the nightmare. He’ll do what he must. For Fest, for Jedha and Alderaan.

For his hope for a future without Imperial black and white, and perhaps for the fledgling spark in his chest - what his papa called the oldest magic.

The secret precious thing he can’t name.

...

When the future comes, it looks a little different than what the Sight showed him.

For one, they are not by the ocean; they are still in the Great Wood.

The man in the white cloak has trapped her in some horrible nightmare, but now he’s dead - Cassian’s hands and his sword are covered in blood, and his heart aches for having taken this from Jyn. Her mother’s murderer. Her father’s captor.

But they can deal with that later. He’s just so happy she’s alive.

“Jyn,” he calls to her in a whisper, brushing his thumb over her cheek. She lies on the grass and the dirt, and he leans over her, half-desperate and heartsick. “It’s over now. Stardust. Please wake up.”

Her crystal is dull against her chest, but her eyes flutter open and she reaches up to his face, and though she has lost her magic, she mirrors him even now.

“You’re here.” She bites her lip and tries to access his Sight. He can see the strain in her forehead, until she gives up. “It’s really gone.”

Cassian presses his forehead to hers. “Fuck magic,” he says. “We’ve got our swords and each other. We’ll find the others, get out of this place and help the twins kill the Emperor. And then I’ll make you dinner, if you’ll have me.”

She lets her eyes fall shut, the hint of a smile on her lips. Like disbelief. “I’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad.”

“Welcome home,” Cassian says and kisses her.

#rebelcaptaintrees #cassian andor #jyn erso #rebelcaptain #dailyrebelcaptain #my fic #edits**#rogue one

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