#he was like a car necromancer

[beepmon]

i’m panicking about my health, my car, school, my future, my relationships with ppl, about my entire life rn p much

#bumbles (bee mumbles) #as much as i hated my dad i did feel a certain amount of security when i could rely on him for the few things i could #he was like a car necromancer #it would function but just kinda barely zombie like vers #and now that he’s passed almost all at once all the cars and things he’s fixed up are breaking #like he infused his soul into them and they no longer has his ecto goop to hold it together #i’ve been ignoring my health problems bc i really hate going to the dr #idk maybe it’s bc i’m fat but they always dismiss my problems and i really am not mentally strong enough to advocate for myself #i tell them i’m in pain and something is wrong and they do maybe two tests and say we can’t find anything bye #and so i just feel like an idiot for going #bc obviously i’m just making a big deal out of nothing #i don’t want to be doing school this semester after last semester i ended up in urgent care twice bc my stress got to my body so hard #i’m taking less classes/more classes i’m actually interested in #but i feel like i’m gonna fall apart horribly again and i just transferred and feel so aimless #but i also feel extremely obligated to go bc that was the last thing my dad wanted from me before he passed #i feel so fucking stupid his death has effected me so bad he was an abusive monster #i feel so disconnected from my sisters that i was super close with #i fee like i’m talking to a wall of past interactions and neither of us can see who we currently are #i feel like i can’t connect to the ppl around me #i’ve been disassociating too often i accidentally keep checking out which is pissing ppl off #i’m so tired and fatigued and depressed that ppl can’t really rely on my and i fee useless and like a drain #plus i just feel so scared all the time recently like all the worst case scenarios are plaguing me #like scared my car is going to explode or my cat is going to have a heart attack or ppl died while traveling or some freak accident

[spngirlpolls]

Funniest plot to mwntion to people whove never seen this show?

They kinda kill god

Theres a musical made about their lives with a tree monster

They go to scoobydoo land for a bit

One of the main characyers runs off with the king of hell for a bit

They kill Hitler/Nazi necromancers

youtine video series style ep about ghosthunters. Corb3tt you will always be famous

Racist ghost car

wax figure killers ft. Paris hilton ig

Thry go into tv land (thisbis not the same as scoobtdoo land)

Idk whoxhever ones you like

this is such a fun idea bc there are SO MANY plot points that are absolutely bewildering both in and out of context. there will def be a part 2 to this but pls add ideas in the notes!

#spngirlpolls #spn #spn polls #supernatural #supernatural polls

[runraerun]

I would loved to have had Harper Sayles become a reoccurring character who just breezes in every once in a while and tries to kill Jack, always failing, but it becomes this ongoing dance/running joke between them. The necromancer who fell in love/lust with an effectively unkillable creature.

Like they’re just working a case and she fucking runs him over with a whole ass car, and he just pops up from the wreckage like, “🫨whoa! Are you okay?—Oh, hello Harper. ✋🙂” And she just, “❤️👄❤️✨Hi Jack. Did you miss me?”

Or they’ll be at a diner and he’ll be like, “huh. My food kinda tastes funny.” *looks over to see Harper behind the counter holding rat poison in her hand like; “😘☠️” And Jack: “hey guys look, Harper's here--HI HARPER!✋😀”

TFW2.0 casually digging up a grave one night, as they do, and she just comes out of no where and stabs him in his chest, and he’s like: “Oh, hi Harper! Did you do something to your hair? It’s really pretty.” And she just: “🥰🔪🩸 yeah I got highlights, that’s so sweet of you to notice💕”

#jack kline #harper sayles #supernatural #spn #headcanon #supernatural jack #Jack Kline headcanon #it’s what the kids today call a situationship #jack x Harper #jackharper

[rebelspykatie]

that green light, i want it

Part 3

Steve takes off towards the other side of the cemetery, not looking back to see whether Eddie’s following. 

“Wait,” Eddie stumbles after him, crunching loudly through the leaves, trying to catch up, “are you taking me to your lair to kill me?” 

“Lair?” Steve looks over his shoulder incredulously.

“Don’t look at me like that. Jesus H. Christ, you have fucking light balls coming out of your hands.” He wiggles his fingers in the air in a poor imitation. “I don’t know anything about this shit. Do you need potions or spells or is that all just coming out of you naturally?” He nods towards Steve’s hands, now striding along through the woods at his side. 

“There’s no lair.” Steve doesn’t answer any of the other questions, but he does say, “I’m not going to kill you unless you don’t shut up. If you’re not more careful, they’ll find us and do the job for me.” 

“Who the fuck are you even talking about, man?” 

“The coven.” 

“There are more of you?” 

“Did you think I was just out here by myself figuring this all out?” He scoffs. “Of course there are more witches.”

“Aren’t witches normally chicks?” 

“You’re really testing the whole will this guy murder me thing, you know?” Steve comes to a stop, holding out his arm to stop Eddie in his tracks. He flicks his hand in a complicated gesture and a car blinks into existence in front of them. 

“Holy shit, dude,” Eddie reaches out and touches the hood of the car, testing whether it’s real. “Was that a cloaking spell or like did you shrink it down?” He spins around and gestures wildly with his hands. “Wait, was it teleportation? No, no. You probably would’ve teleported out of here if you could do that. Unless you can do it with objects, but not people.” He looks at Steve expectantly. 

All he gets is a blank stare.

“Cloaking,” he finally answers. “Get in.” 

“My uncle taught me to never get in the car with strangers.” Eddie says, but he’s already pulling the passenger door open and climbing in. Wayne’s going to murder him if this guy doesn’t. 

“You’re not a stranger, anymore,” Steve reminds him as he gets into the driver’s seat. “You’re Eddie and I’m Steve. Not strangers. You’re about to learn a hell of a lot more than you bargained for. I’m sure your uncle’s really proud of you right now.” 

“Bullshit, man,” Eddie huffs and tugs on his seat belt as they go careening around a curb. “Knowing someone is about more than a name. And leave Wayne out of this.” 

“You want to know more than my name?” Steve questions, speeding out of the graveyard and onto the deserted highway. 

“I just risked losing my job to follow a known necromancer to an unknown location to potentially get answers about whatever the fuck I just witnessed. So, yeah man, I want to know more.” 

He really hopes this guy doesn’t murder him. This is the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s seen some shit, burying dead bodies and all.

“You have no survival instincts.” Steve sounds disappointed, like Eddie is somehow letting him down with his inability to shut up.

“Duh,” Eddie laughs, a harsh sarcastic thing, “I’m the cat.” 

“The way you were stomping through the graveyard you’d think you were an elephant,” Steve mutters.

“Sorry some of us can’t be stealthy assholes that dig up graves in the middle of the night,” he brings up again, just to be a little shit. 

“I’m sorry about that, but I had to find the right one.” 

“The right one?” Eddie gapes at him. “You mean the right corpse?” 

“The right witness.” 

“Witness to what?” 

“The murder.” 

It takes Eddie a minute to put the pieces together, to recall the conversation he had with Wayne. To remember the ghost stories passed around Hawkins about the girl that disappeared.

“Is this about Barbara Holland?” Steve’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. “You know who killed her?” Steve nods. “What are you going to do with that information?” 

“Hide,” Steve says.

“What do you mean hide?” 

“They’re going to come after me now.” 

“Who?” Eddie’s having trouble following. 

“The coven.” Like that’s supposed to make any sense to Eddie. “They knew we were looking for answers, but not how. If they find out I know what those people knew, I’m as good as dead.”

Steve turns into a nice neighborhood, one with the kind of houses Eddie’s never even seen the inside of, one’s that would have kids playing outside in the streets if it weren’t for it being the middle of the night. There’s a mansion, tucked into the trees that you could almost miss if not for its size, directly on the other side of the woods lining the graveyard. They pull into the driveway, but it doesn’t look like anyone is home. 

“Come on,” he says, turning off the engine and getting out of the car. 

“I’m not sure I understood anything you just said,” Eddie clamors after him, almost tripping over a hose left in the driveway by a well kept garden. “Are we robbing this place?” 

Eddie gets another incredulous look thrown at him as Steve says, “I live here.” 

Fuck. This witch is fucking rich. Of course the wealthy have time to dabble in the dark arts. Eddie’s out here working a shit job and this bitch is learning how to make zombies. Life really isn’t fair. 

Once they’re inside, Eddie whistles as he takes it all in. The pristine, cleanliness that feels foreign to Eddie, who grew up in a cluttered, but warm home. It’s almost clinically clean. Off white walls and spotless furniture. No knick-knacks or clothes strewn about.

“Guess your maid didn’t have the day off,” Eddie wonders out loud before he can stop himself. Steve rolls his eyes and heads upstairs, Eddie trailing after him so he’s not left standing in the foyer like an idiot. There’s a part of him that’s afraid to be left alone, like Steve might just disappear out of thin air if Eddie takes his eyes off him. 

What must be Steve’s room is infinitely worse than the rest of the house. The walls are an atrocious plaid pattern. Eddie’s eyes cross just glancing at it, but there are at least some personal touches in this room, even if Eddie wants to turn his nose up at them. 

But that all fades away when Steve pulls a bag out of his closet and starts going through the items like he’s taking an inventory. Pulling out potion bottles and little leather bound notebooks. There’s a larger book that looks ancient, which must be a spellbook. 

Eddie’s fingers itch to go over and riffle through the contents himself. His curiosity might actually get him killed one day, but he knows better than to pick up a random witch’s spellbook. It’s probably cursed. There are likely numerous unspeakable ways in which Steve could kill him, it would be a shame to die from his own stupidity. 

“What’s the plan here?” Eddie leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and legs, watching as Steve carefully repacks the bag and starts haphazardly throwing clothing into a second bag. 

“I told you,” he sounds frustrated, and a little panicked, “Hide.”

“And then what?”

Steve pauses, glancing up guiltily, “I haven’t thought that far ahead. I didn’t expect to find answers. Nancy and I didn’t prepare for this. We both lost hope a while ago, but we just kept trying anyway.” 

“Who the fuck is Nancy?”

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Epilogue | AO3

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #katie writes

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: I edited this when there was actual thunder outside and my heart is full.

This is part 3 of the Halloween fic, direct follow up to part 2.

part 1 - part 2

Warnings: horror/fluff. mentions of fright, spirits, demons, ghosts, violence, bruises, blood. also briefly suggestive.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: Sihtric took you out on a spooky date, it just didn't go as planned.

Word count: 5,7k 

Masterlist

'Sihtric? Are you a fraudulent member of the Catholic church?'

*****************

Sihtric: good morning, my darkness. I won't tell you what we're going to do, but, despite the sun, dress warm and wear comfortable shoes x

You: guess I'll change out of my catwoman costume then???? x

Sihtric: no wait

Sihtric: on my way ;)

You: always a funny guy huh? ;)

Sihtric: no, really coming over early 

Sihtric: if that's okay? :) 

You: sure, I'm ready to go anyway :) 

**************

Sihtric wolf whistled and took his sunglasses off when you opened the door. You instantly became a trembling and shy mess when you realised how truly good looking he was, now that you saw him in daylight. You smiled when you saw he had his hair slightly pushed back, not hiding his scars anymore, at least, not for you. He was wearing a plain black hoodie with a leather jacket on top, fingerless gloves, dark grey slim fitted jeans and black Doctor Martens.

Sihtric stepped closer, leaned in to kiss your cheek and circled one arm around your waist as he did.

'Well, hi,' he smiled and took a step back, holding your hands, 'you look to die for.'

You felt flustered as you were simply dressed in black jeans and a grey Dracula hoodie, which Sihtric said he liked, and asked where you got it from. But you didn't remember.

'Oh, well… are you ready to go?' 

'I think so,' you smiled a little nervously, still not knowing what the plan was, 'we're going for a hike?'

'Something like that,' Sihtric winked.

****************

The drive to wherever he was taking you would take about 30 minutes, he said.

As soon as Sihtric started the car and his phone connected to his radio, you were shocked to hear the familiar sound and lyrics of one of your favourite songs blasting through his speakers:

"Death-magic and forbidden sorcery

Into the occult and science became necromancy

A pact with Mephistopheles

My stirring in the dark-"

'Oops,' Sihtric grimaced when he saw your big eyes and turned the volume down, 'I'm sorry.'

'No, no! I mean… Carach Angren?' you blinked rapidly.

'Wait,' Sihtric turned to you, 'you know them?'

You scoffed. 'I love them!'

Sihtric stared at you, his mismatched eyes piercing as a smile appeared on his face, 'Ain't no way. I have never met anyone who knows them, let alone like them.'

'I'm serious!'

'Okay, name three songs,' Sihtric taunted, knowing that was such a stupid thing some people always ask when someone says they're a fan of something "obscure".

'That is such a dick move,' you laughed, 'but I like The Necromancer. And the violins in Der Vampir Von Nürnberg are absolutely insane! But my favourite is In De Naam Van De Duivel, I mean the instrumentals near the end?' you sighed.

'Well, shit,' Sihtric smiled, 'you really are to die for.' 

He took out his phone and switched on your favourite song, and you both smiled at the intro riffs as Sihtric pulled off your driveway. You shouted the first lyric together at the same time, 'Once upon a time, back when the Devil had a temper!' You were both surprised at each other and started to laugh.

'I love the storytelling in their songs,' Sihtric smiled.

'Me too. It's like a horror fairy tale in each song, and we need more of those.'

'We do.'

'But,' you looked at Sihtric, 'will you finally tell me where we are going?'

'Nope,' he smiled and carefully placed his hand on your knee, 'you mind this?'

'No,' you smiled and felt yourself blush. 

You felt silly for feeling so flustered, seeing the things you already did with this man the evening before, but today was so different. It was only the two of you now, both showing your authentic selves without any interruption or having to hide your personality. You knew you both still had a lot to find out about each other, but you were off to a good start. And Sihtric was already over the moon by finding out you liked the same music as him. You enjoyed his presence and felt comfortable around him, but you couldn't lie, you felt a little nervous when Sihtric got off the main road and pulled into a, seemingly, hidden forest track, and drove deep into the forest.

'Where are we going?' you asked after about a minute. You hoped you didn't sound nervous all of the sudden, but you clearly did. Sihtric noticed it and stopped the car.

'Hey,' Sihtric turned to you and spoke softly, 'did you tell anyone you're with me today?'

'Well, Uhtred and Finan know I was seeing you today…'

'You want to send your location or anything?'

You hesitated. You didn't want to make him feel like you didn't trust him, but you just didn't know him well enough to understand his motives or his thoughts. Sihtric had been very considerate the short time you've spent together, so you didn't think he was going to do something weird, but still…

'It's okay,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, 'I understand it, really, I don't take any offence.'

You apologised with a shy smile and took out your phone. Since Uhtred was the main link between you and Sihtric, you shared your live location with him, and you also trusted your life with Uhtred if you were honest.

You: hey, just wanting to share where I am right now…

Uhtred: you're with Sihtric?

You: yeah. All is well, but he's taking us somewhere in a forest now

Uhtred: yeah I know where you are

Uhtred: I'll keep an eye on your location, but don't worry. Sihtric knows that forest like the back of his hand.

You: exactly my worry? There seems to be no one else around??

Uhtred: yeah that is why he likes going there. Trust me, I know his plan already. You may love it or run away screaming, either way, you will soon find out if you're a match ;)

That didn't really ease you, but you smiled at Sihtric.

'You okay?' he asked, 'I can take you back home if you-'

'No, it's okay,' you said, really wanting to know what his plan was, and well… if he was a weirdo, then maybe there would be a Netflix documentary about you, years from now, showing the world how you were interested in true crime, yet still fell for a trap set by a handsome Dane.

'You can trust me. I won't let anything happen to you, babe,' Sihtric said and squeezed your hand, 'you have my word.'

You smiled at him and kissed his cheek. Then you saw Uhtred had texted you again.

Uhtred: oh…. and if you let him stay the night

Uhtred: make sure he doesn't bite you ;)

You frowned at your phone as Uhtred sent you another text: the vampire emoji and the blood drop emoji. You had no idea what he was on about, but you'd ask Sihtric later.

***************

'What the hell,' you mumbled when, out of nowhere, a huge, old castle appeared from behind the autumn coloured trees, 'what is this place?'

'This,' Sihtric said, as he parked in front of the impressive but neglected building, 'is an abandoned castle with a rich history of bloodshed and horror.' He smiled at you.

'Oh?'

'Have you ever heard of the Old Willow hauntings?'

'Not that I recall, no…'

'This place belonged to a wealthy family, the Willows. They were brutally murdered some hundred years ago, but no killer was ever caught nor was there ever any evidence that someone had been inside the castle that day, except for the family.'

'So one of the family members snapped, took everyone out and then took their own life?'

'That's what you'd think,' Sihtric smirked, 'but suicide was ruled out for every victim.'

'Really?' you frowned and looked up at the castle, 'so what do they think happened?'

'No one knows, there is no explanation.' 

Sihtric brought your attention back to him by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, and you found him smiling softly at you. Suddenly it all clicked for you, and you grinned.

'So what do you think happened?'

'I think there was another presence inside,' Sihtric said and cupped your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his thumb, 'and I think it might still be here.'

'You mean ghosts? Wait, you're taking me to go ghost hunting?' you chuckled.

'Too weird for you?' Sihtric suddenly looked shy and a little insecure, and he took his hand off your cheek.

'No,' you said quickly and took his hand, 'I'm just surprised you're taking me here during the day and not at night.'

'No, it's too risky at night, sweet thing.'

You smiled and squinted your eyes a little as you looked at him. 'Why's that?'

'If there is some kind of spirit present, and let's say it's an evil one,' Sihtric licked his lips, 'then the chances of getting into trouble at night are higher than during the day.'

'I know,' you smiled wider.

'What do you know?' Sihtric smiled playfully and interested.

I know,' you said and cleared your throat, 'that demoniacal phenomena often begins after sunset and ends before sunrise.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, impressed, and tried to suppress his smile, 'that is why I brought you here during the day.'

'But,' you continued, 'I also know that those activities usually happen when there is no natural light. Meaning they can still happen during the day in places where there is an absence of natural light, say, a basement or an attic without windows. So you, Sihtric Kjartansson,' you poked his chest, 'may still get us in some trouble with inhuman spirits, even during the day.'

Sihtric stared at you, his jaw had slightly dropped as you were speaking and he forgot how to breathe.

'What?' you chuckled when he seemed to have frozen.

'Marry me?' he blurted out.

'I, eh…' you mumbled before you both started to laugh, and Sihtric pulled you in for a kiss. 

This time it was a sweet and gentle kiss, not sloppy like the ones he gave you last night, which were just as nice. Sihtric pulled back and bit down on his lip as he looked at you.

'Let's go?' he smiled.

You both got out of the car and Sihtric opened the trunk. He took out a black backpack and swung it over his shoulder before he locked his car. He held out his hand to you and smiled. You took his hand with a shy smile and walked over to the castle entrance.

'You've been here before?' you asked.

'Partly, yes. I've been in the whole left part of the building a few months ago. Today I wanted to scout the right side.'

'You ever found anything?'

'I, eh,' Sihtric chuckled, 'yeah.'

'Really?' you asked, 'how? Like EMF or EVP or something else?'

'Both,' Sihtric stopped as he smiled and looked at you, 'how much more do you know about this? Because I have a feeling there's a lot you're not telling me.'

You couldn't help but smile shyly when he pulled you closer and snuck his arms around your waist.

'I know some stuff,' you said and looked up at him as you played with the zipper of his leather jacket, 'I read a lot.'

'And what do you read, my dark princess?'

'Mainly stuff from the Warrens.'

'But then you probably know a lot about ghost hunting?'

'Yes and no. I know the basics about ghost hunting, but my knowledge is more focused on how these energies work. Like… finding out if it's a ghost or a spirit and if it's good or bad so to say. I'm interested in its motives and I …' you stopped talking when you felt you were about to say something that could scare him off.

'And you what?' Sihtric smiled and nuzzled your nose softly, 'tell me, little bat.'

'I… sort of communicate.'

'Communicate?' Sihtric tilted his head slightly, 'Ouija?'

'No, well, kind of,' you chuckled, 'I use a pendulum. You know how ouija boards have a planchette? I don't use that or a board, I use a cloth which is similar to an ouija board, but made for pendulums and is mainly focused on asking yes or no questions. So the pendulum swings, which is done by whatever energy you are communicating with at that moment, and it answers by swinging towards yes or towards no. It's been very effective for me. So there's that, and, well, I pick up on energies quite fast. I can feel when something is off, you know? Like when there is an energy that is not friendly, I sense it. But, yeah, anyway… you are mainly focused on capturing ghosts then or...'

'Yes and no,' Sihtric smiled and traced his thumb over your lips, 'I don't capture them like a ghostbuster or something,' he laughed softly, 'I try to capture them by recording audio and with equipment which is triggered by movements, even those not visible to us. But,' Sihtric said and paused as he looked in your eyes, terribly in love and in awe, 'the way you try to communicate and try to understand whatever is out there... then I guess I can admit that I know how to… you know… despite not being Catholic, I know Latin, I can perform an exorcism.'

'Have you ever done that?' you asked with big eyes.

'Luckily, I never had to. But I've held up a fair amount of crosses in my life when I just knew something was off.'

'But wait,' you shook your head lightly, 'you're not an official member of the church, right? So would an exorcism work then? I thought you need to be acknowledged by the church and all that to be able to perform them with success?'

'I don't consider myself a member of the church,' Sihtric smirked and pecked your lips, 'but the church doesn't know that.'

'What?' you gasped softly and laughed, 'Sihtric? Are you a fraudulent member of the Catholic church?'

'What's the fun in being a good altar boy?' Sihtric winked and brought his lips back to yours. Kissing you deep and passionate, and you felt he gradually started to kiss you sloppier again, just like at the fair, and he pulled you flush against his body as his tongue filled your mouth, and you curled your fingers around the neck of his hoodie, holding him close.

'But,' you broke the kiss, not because you wanted him to stop, but because you were so intrigued, 'your tattoo? A Norse knot. And your Thor pendant? How?'

'I hide my pendant whenever I really have to step in a church,' he scoffed, 'and they believe I am a Pagan turned Christian, which is what they love, so they don't even look at the tattoo.'

'But if you don't believe in their god, how effective is that exorcism?'

'I may not believe in their god, but I believe in energy. I believe there are spirits of both good nature and bad, and I believe the bad natured ones fear the word of god, and therefore it definitely holds power.'

'Damn,' you smiled, 'so, what is the plan here? Summon a demon and do an exorcism?'

'Oh, you know better than that, lady,' Sihtric laughed and pecked your lips again, 'we're absolutely not doing that. But… you could use a necklace as a pendulum too, right?'

'Yeah, anyone can.'

'Maybe you could try to communicate and we can set up my stuff? Try to record voices or movements?'

'Ah… I don't work like that,' you said hesitantly, 'I need some stuff to… you know, protect myself with before I attempt communication. I'd love to do that with you one day, but I won't do it now, not without my own tools. I- I won't risk anything.'

'So you're the brains,' Sihtric smiled, 'and I'm the muscle.'

'You surely got the muscles,' you smiled as you squeezed his arms, 'but you definitely got the brain too. But, yeah, I think we could be a good team, if that's what you mean.' 

You pushed yourself up your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, which he gladly accepted, before he pulled you in for another passionate kiss.

*****************

'You never told me what you found here,' you suddenly remembered as you walked through a huge, empty hallway inside the abandoned castle.

You looked at the EMF meter in your hand, which Sihtric had given you after you asked if you could try it out. Sihtric held a flashlight which was switched on, despite there being enough broken windows to allow in daylight. He simply wanted to see what was in front of him, or behind him, at all times if he'd accidentally ended up in a dark hallway or room, especially with you there now.

'I've picked up voices and movements,' Sihtric said as he held your hand with his free one, 'I can show you that, if you'd like to come over at my place sometime?'

'Yeah, I'd love to see what you found here,' you smiled at him and carefully looked around the gloomy place. There was definitely some kind of energy in this building, but you weren't sure yet just what it was. 'Will you set up any equipment today?'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, 'I would if I was on my own. But it can be very boring. I usually just sit in one spot for hours, so I think it's more fun for you if we just stroll around, see if we can pick up on anything without using any tools, except for the EMF meter. If you're fine with that?'

'Yeah, that sounds like fun.'

You smiled at Sihtric when he looked at you. He stopped walking and let go of your hand, only to cup your cheek as he leaned in, 'where have you been all my life?' he asked, brushing his lips softly against yours.

'At home, reading books I guess.'

You smiled against his lips and pulled him closer by tugging at his jacket. You pressed your lips against his and Sihtric moved his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as much as he could.

'You're so fucking perfect,' Sihtric whispered under his breath before he brought his lips back to yours. He let his backpack slip off his shoulder and dropped the flashlight at the same time, which spooked you.

'Sorry. It's just me, baby,' Sihtric said in between kisses while he slowly pushed you backwards, through an open door, into a darker room and towards a large old, oaken cabinet. While he kissed you slowly, and sloppy, he took the EMF meter out of your hand and shoved it in his back pocket, allowing you to move both your hands to his neck and up in his hair, softly pulling his dark mane as you felt his hands on your waist, keeping you close as he kissed you so gentle, so slow and so incredibly arousing.

'I- I love the way you kiss me, Sihtric,' you whispered when you needed some air, your breath already heavy and your voice hoarse.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled out of breath. But he didn't care, he needed to feel you close again, and he pushed you up against the cabinet, 'I've been thinking all night about you, babe,' he husked in between kisses, 'the way you came with my fingers inside you,' he flicked his tongue against your lips and you moaned softly when he kissed you again. 'And the way you made me feel so nice,' he smiled and gently sucked your lower lip.

'I've been thinking about you as well,' you said, breathing heavily, 'and about that big cock of yours,' you chuckled.

'I told you I didn't make things up when I spelled out my name for you,' he laughed and took your hand, sliding it slowly down to his groin as he left open mouthed kisses on your neck. You cupped his hardness through his jeans, massaging firmly and you kissed his lips again.

Sihtric moaned with a smile, 'Hmm, my queen of darkness, I'd take you right here-'

You were both suddenly startled by the loud noise the EMF meter made from his back pocket. And where you had first pulled Sihtric close because you wanted his tongue in your mouth, you now pulled him close because you suddenly felt unwell and almost fell down, as if something pulled your leg.

'S-Sihtric, I… I feel dizzy, something's here,' you grabbed onto his jacket as your knees gave out underneath you.

The EMF meter continued to spike and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, making you see your own breath as the flashlight lit up the room from the hallway. Sihtric was quick to pull you tightly against his chest as he knew this was wrong. Very wrong.

'Hey, I'm here, sweet thing. It's okay,' Sihtric said, calmly, 'take it easy. We're leaving, okay? I'm taking you home. We've had enough fun here.'

He pulled your arm around his neck and moved his arm around your waist, supporting you as he walked back to the door, which suddenly slammed shut, locking you in a cold and dark room.

'Sihtric?' you whispered and clung onto him, 'has… has that happened to you here before?'

You heard Sihtric's hard, but calm breathing in the dark. 'No,' he said, 'nothing like this happened to me here before.' He pulled you even closer and grabbed the door handle in an attempt to open it, but the door wouldn't budge.

'What the fuck,' Sihtric mumbled in the pitch black room. 'You okay, lady?' he asked while he tried to feel some kind of lock on the door with his fingertips, not wanting to alarm you further when he sensed this was all bad news.

'I… I'm not sure,' you whispered and pressed your face against his chest, 'Sihtric?'

'Yeah?' Sihtric couldn't find a lock, and no matter how much he rattled the doorknob, nothing happened.

'I… I'm scared,' you whispered, 'I know temperature drops aren't a good sign.'

'They're not,' he confessed, 'but I won't let anything happen to you, okay? I just can't get the door to open.'

Sihtric knew a way to open the door, but he also knew he could not explain it to you later without the risk of you probably being scared to death or thinking he was stark raving mad. So he tried to kick the door open, but to no avail.

'Sihtric?' you suddenly sounded panicked, as a feeling of dread crawled over your skin and soaked into your bones.

'What? What's wrong?' 

His arms were around you but his voice seemed really far.

'S-something,' your voice trembled, 'something's t-touching my l-leg.'

'What?' Sihtric asked, suddenly sounding close again, while you felt him close to you all the same.

'Something is touching my leg right now,' you whimpered.

Sihtric didn't know what to say, he just tried to understand what you meant. It wasn't him. He had his arms around you this whole time, except for when he tried to open the door, but that was moments ago already. And he heard nothing else in the room, except for his own and your breathing.

'Sihtric!' you suddenly yelled, 'make it stop!'

'What! What is it?!' Sihtric yelled as he felt you being pulled out of his arms. 

He had no idea what on earth was happening. And neither did you, all you knew was that something was pulling your leg, as if dragging you away, and it was with such force you could barely hold onto Sihtric, and you were in pain. 

'Sihtric, it hurts! It's hurting me!'

Sihtric pulled you back against his chest with a loud groan, using all his strength against the invisible force that tried to steal you away from him in the dark.

'Fuck this!' he grunted, 'in the name of Michael, open and let us pass! Into the light I command thee, or I will send you straight back to hell, you piece of shit!'

Sihtric kicked the door again and it flung open. You were blinded by the sudden flickering of the flashlight outside the room as Sihtric pulled you out with him. And as soon as you both stepped out of the room, everything became quiet and it seemed as if nothing ever happened. 

The EMF meter stopped spiking, the flashlight shone brightly and your breath wasn't visible anymore. You both fell down to your knees, out of breath. Sihtric immediately pulled you close against his chest and cradled you in his arms.

'I'm sorry, baby,' Sihtric whispered, 'you're safe, I promise. It's over.'

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You and Sihtric were quiet the whole drive back home. He held your hand in his whenever he didn't have to shift gears, often bringing the back of your hand up to his lips, pressing soft and comforting kisses to your skin. Despite everything, you were both okay and calm, just silently trying to understand what had happened. It had startled you both, but you knew the risks all too well before you stepped inside that building together.

'You still want to come in and watch a movie?' you asked once Sihtric pulled up your driveway.

'You still want me around after everything?'

'Now more than ever, Sihtric,' you chuckled lightly. Beside being a little spooked still, you just really wanted him to be with you a little longer, hoping he would take your mind fully of everything eventually. 

He kissed your hand again and followed your lead. You took him inside and switched on some lights and lit a few candles while you waited for the tea to brew. Sihtric curiously walked around your living room, smiling as he inspected some of the curiosities you owned. He chuckled at your insane amount of candles and he looked at the pendulum you had told him about. He whistled when he saw your huge book cabinet and told you that you both owned quite a lot of the same titles. Sihtric was sweet and gentle, as you had expected, and he moved closer to you when you sat down next to him and handed him his tea.

'You okay, sweet thing?' he asked again. You had lost count of how many times he had asked already.

'Yeah,' you smiled and took his hand, 'have you ever had something like that happen before?'

Sihtric shook his head lightly. 'No, never. I… I don't understand it. It's like whatever was there just wanted to drag you away from me. I've never had encounters like this with ghosts or spirits.'

'Well one thing we can rule out is that it was a ghost,' you scoffed lightly, 'ghosts are usually harmless and they just leave after they've scared you. And ghosts don't need darkness to manifest.'

'True,' Sihtric said, 'whatever this was, it clearly fed on fear. It only seemed to become stronger. And, you said it hurt, right?'

'It did,' you remembered, and you quickly rolled up your pants, exposing your ankle.

'Gods,' Sihtric whispered as he saw the large, hand shaped bruise on your ankle, 'does it still hurt? It looks insane.'

'No, I don't feel anything now,' you rubbed your hand over the bruise, 'it clearly shows fingers. Are you… Are you sure there was no other person in there? Some homeless guy or something?'

'Not that I was aware of,' Sihtric said as he traced his fingertips across your bruise, 'I didn't hear a third presence. And there was no way one person could have slammed that door shut while holding onto you.'

'That is a valid point,' you sighed, 'I also…' you stopped and looked conflicted, 'at one point it seemed like you were really far away from me.'

'What do you mean?' Sihtric furrowed his brows, 'I had you in my arms the entire time, baby. You don't think I left your side, do you?' He looked concerned.

'I don't, no, that is why it's so confusing. I felt your body against mine, but… your voice sounded like it came from another corner. But only once.'

'A person can't do that.'

'I know,' you looked at your ankle, 'and I know that inhuman spirits can cause injury.'

'And they usually smell horrible, but that entire place was rotten,' Sihtric chuckled.

'Yeah, we shouldn't add smell to the list,' you smiled, 'but everything else really makes it look like…'

'A demon,' Sihtric agreed and sipped his tea. 'Would you dare to go back?'

'To investigate further?'

Sihtric nodded.

'Maybe,' you said, 'but not yet. I'd like to know more about what you found there last time, and learn more about the history of that place.'

'No, we definitely shouldn't go back right away. We need some time.'

'And I will wait until Halloween is far over.'

Sihtric frowned, 'Why is that?'

'Really?' you smiled, 'you don't know? About the veil?'

'What?'

'You know of Samhain?'

'Yeah, vaguely. It's what Halloween is based on, right?'

'More or less, yes. Samhain was like the Celtic new year. The day we now celebrate Halloween was the day the Celts celebrated the end of summer and the beginning of winter. The end of the harvest and all that. And because it was the time when harvest was over, meaning the lands basically… died, they associated winter with death. And therefore they believed that the veil between the spirit world and the human world was thin during this time of year. It is said that it allows the dead to visit the living in a much easier way than the rest of the year.'

'Wait,' Sihtric groaned, 'I have heard of that. But I thought that was just a Wicca thing.'

'Oh, no. Yes, it's a sabbat celebrated by Wiccans, but also by other pagans. Samhain was a Celtic pagan celebration.'

'I realise I need to gain more knowledge about the Celts,' Sihtric chuckled.

'Well you have me now,' you smiled, 'you don't need to read whole books about it anymore. I already did that.'

'I have you?' Sihtric grinned as he leaned in.

'Maybe… something like that,' you felt your cheeks heat up and you quickly took his cup and set it on the table with yours.

'But I haven't really claimed you yet,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, 'at least, not the way I should.'

'Well… maybe if you stay the night,' you said cheekily, 'you could claim me the way you should?'

'I will claim you, little bat.' Sihtric pulled you closer and kissed your lips.

'Yes,' you broke the kiss, 'but first we have to watch a movie.'

'I guess we do,' Sihtric smiled and he looked at your Dracula sweater, 'how about Dracula?'

'I love that movie, how did you guess?'

'Lucky guess,' Sihtric winked.

'Wait,' you giggled, 'speaking about vampires,' you took your phone and showed Sihtric the text Uhtred had sent, 'why did he send me the vampire and blood emoji and told me to make sure you don't bite me?'

'Oh,' Sihtric snorted and raked his fingers through his hair, 'eh,' he cleared his throat, 'I, eh… may or may not like to, you know,' he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

'Sihtric, just say it,' you chuckled.

'I have this weird thing, okay,' he smiled shyly, 'I like to… to draw a little blood when I have sex.'

'Wait, what?' you laughed, 'what does that even mean?'

Sihtric groaned softly and shifted uncomfortably, 'It's like… it's a blood kink, I guess. But nothing fucking crazy, okay, I don't get off from hurting someone, not at all. It's not like that.' He looked worried and nervous.

'Hey,' you took his hands, 'it's okay,' you smiled, 'just… just tell me about it. I'm not familiar with it. Explain it to me? What do you do and why?'

Sihtric looked at you for a short moment, almost brooding, and then he cleared his throat.

'So… like… my kink is quite mild, I think,' Sihtric said, 'I personally really enjoy it when I draw a little blood by, let's say, biting your lip a little harder than usual… or... by making a really small cut in your fingertip for example, just a few drops, you know?'

'Okay,' you nodded slowly with a shy smile, 'so… then what? You … drink it?'

'Well it's nowhere near the amount to drink it,' he chuckled, 'but, yeah, I… I like to lick it and,' he sighed and rubbed his eyes, 'and I also really enjoy it when I draw my own blood and have… in this case, you, for example, to…you know…'

'...Lick your blood?'

'...Yeah.'

'Okay…'

'I'm sorry, I know this is probably really fucking weird. I don't want to scare you off. It's totally fine if you're not into that, really.'

'Well, I mean… I don't know. I've never tried it,' you smiled, 'but… I guess I can understand that it's quite arousing, because it's something very intimate.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric sounded relieved, 'that's exactly what it is. I don't… I don't just do that with random hook ups or something. And also I swear my blood is clean.'

'Good to know. My blood is also clean,' you chuckled and cupped his cheeks, 'but you've done that before then, right?'

'Yeah, well, tried it like twice… with my… you know, ex,' he mumbled and took your hands, 'but she hated it, and it didn't even feel right for me either with her, so, yeah,' he shrugged, 'I only want to do it with someone I really have feelings for, or feel a connection with that I can't explain. It's something very personal, I guess. Something… oddly romantic, to love someone so deeply, you want to share blood at your most intimate moment.'

'And… let's say you get lucky tonight,' you grinned, 'would you…?'

'Only if you're open to it,' Sihtric smiled, 'only if you trust me enough and are willing to try it, then, yeah… I'd love to do that with you.'

'I… I think I'd like to try it, yeah,' you said shyly.

'After the movie maybe?'

'Or… now?'

Sihtric pulled you in for a soft kiss. 'Now is fine with me,' he smiled sweetly, 'but… Okay, I like to set the mood, you know? And I see you have plenty of candles, so, if you will allow me?'

You smiled and pecked his lips again, then took his hand and guided him upstairs, where you sat on your bed as you told him to look in your spare room for whatever candles and things he may need. And you remembered you had some black lace lingerie somewhere, hidden far away in a drawer.

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[bigbangharringrove]

An affinity for dead things

Author: @spaceofentropy (Ao3: zeros83) Artist: @bigolemantiddies (Ao3: A_goodboy; IG: steven_creates) Artist: @raven-cl (Ao3: Raven_CL) Beta Reader: @kallisto-k (Ao3: DragonsIre)

Summary: Billy Hargrove has been dead and buried for a month and a half when Steve sets up to steal his body from his grave. The goal: to use magic to bring him back to life. The only problem is that magic always has a price, and things are never as easy as they seem. Rating: E Pairings: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington; background Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers Content Tags: magic AU; post season 3; necromancer!Steve; grave robbing; Neil Hargrove; letters and postcards; Billy Hargrove is bad at feelings; platonic Stobin; sculptress Robin; speedrun through a different season 4 Content Warnings: neglectful parents; referenced child abuse; Neil Hargrove; blood and gore; dead animals; undead animals; skeletons and bones; knives; scars; homicide; canonical Upside Down/Vecna stuff

Excerpt & Art Previews:

Steve keeps on calling Hargrove back. Never stops pouring magic inside the cold body. He offers Billy life, shelter, warmth, another chance at building a future. The sun shining on his skin. The roar of the ocean. New and old music. Fast cars and deserted roads. Drinking beer while smoking a cigarette. Terrible food combinations when the munchies hit him at night. The perfect morsel of food, waiting for him somewhere around the world. The small things that make life worth living. The big things that make life scary. An explanation for what happened at Starcourt. The chance to experience what magic can do. The earthly pleasure of a living body, and those of the mind too. The magic flows with every syllable and Steve can feel more and more damage get undone while sweat beads on his skin and snakes down his back. He keeps on calling, keeps on offering, keeps on hoping. And then the ink on Billy's skin... it turns into dust. Raises in the air. Paints the currents of magic in the room grey and black. "The doors are open," Steve recites, holding Billy's hand even tighter, feeling like this, right here, right now, is the exact moment for the final invocation, "the road lies wide and free for you, Billy Hargrove. I've bribed it open for you with gifts of blood and water, I've prepared your body for your return, on a bed of anguish I've carved my prayers and laid my offerings. Listen to my call, beloved, and, if that pleases you, come back to the world of the living. Come listen to my voice in person. Come see the sun again, oh lost one, so that I can at least give you a proper goodbye before we're parted forever." Steve presses his lips to the tips of Billy's fingers and murmurs against his skin a soft, almost inaudible, please, Cali, come to me. The clamor of Billy's flesh knitting back together falls silent. Nothing happens. Not a fucking thing.

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[mememanufactorum]

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[sharkface-daydreams]

No, but, OK- Chilchuck and Church would literally be that joke of not liking each other until the moment they both tell everybody else to shut up at the same time and they share a moment- "We are the same... finally, somebody who GETS me". Tex is legit impressed with the union work Chilchuck has set up, she wants to get in on this, does he need a bodyguard?

Laios and Caboose are vibing. Laios also thinks Locus is So Cool, and they're both socially inept in opposite ways, but in the sense that it kinda fits together.

Tucker is over there trying to hit on Marcille and Falin, no need to be jealous ladies, plenty of him to go around, and he'd never want to ruin such a great friendship, just gals being pals. Kai is also flirting by she Knows.

Grif wants Senshi to adopt him (and Senshi is 100% cool with that, this poor boy is so hungry), and he has to ask Simmons- "Dude, is this how you feel about Sarge? Like, all the time?". Simmons is trying to math-hack all the fantasy rules.

Carolina just killed a dragon (what, like it's hard?). Wash is like- "Well, at least nothing is gonna run over me here in wacky magic land", and then the first car in this world ever hits him. Doc is having a FUN time learning about all the weird flora and fauna here, O'Malley is already trying to become some combination of dark wizard/necromancer (but he's not good at it).

Donut meets Evil Aslan, and is just- "OK, I'm just gonna skip ahead and kill you right now. I've been through this song and dance with demon-gods, I know how it goes".

Lopez can eat living armor. like, just "raw" or whatever.

There. RVB-Dungeon Meshi crossover. I got that out of my system

ok it's still airing so my watch buddy won't watch with me yet and i have yet to sit and read the manga so im taking notes

chilchuck is a chad, got it.

caboose immediately gets a new friend, that tracks XD <3 love that for him

simmons is me in an isekai, i hate this, thank you <3

of COURSE carolina kills a dragon. of course <3 i love that for her ('what like it's hard?' elle woods has done so much for this world thank u goddess 🙏) but wash omg 😭⚰ it would happen to him. someone invents THEE first like motorized soap box derby car and itjust fuckin. smashes his kneecaps and keeps going RIP king 🙏

i love. i love all of this. question for you though. i love the implications of Lopez eating living armor raw which i know nothing about. does this count as cannibalism do you think? or do you think lopez sees himself as the ghost within the shell, separate from his armor? (or do you hc there's an android in the armor? :o i do when it's convenient for fic alsdkjflkfd)

also. this makes me think of something i want to share finally. (ill put under a cut bc adding 13 pics is a lot)

a long time ago when this picrew was first available (it's only patreon now i think? ppl kept stealing the assets💢 and such so the artist got understandably mad and took it off picrew site :( i made... RVB RPG PORTRAITS!!!! (they still have an rpg maker one but its very different)

also dont kill me but its taken me 3 years to realise i didn't make tex 😭

Red Team:

Blue Team: (had to put Church between them or they'd fight ☺)

And the mercs <3

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[gilbirda]

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Random posts ideas:

Jason helping Jazz fix her car and giving her his number

I did a bit of Genderbent Anger Management! Could be interesting to go ham with genderbent

Soft Anger Management headcanons

How they react to each other being angry or sad

Jazz's and Jason's love language headcanons

Submission - Jason drinks Jazz's "kale" ectoplasm shake

Submission - Jazz and Jason cause and interdimensional political incident by dating

Would Jason and Jazz have children? Ft. a whole ass ficlet in the ask

Old Man Jason and tech impaired Jazz are a match made in heaven

Tall!Jazz and crime lord Red Hood are very like Morticia and Gomez Addams and have a healthy sex life

Prompt: Jazz makes cookies that taste weird and gives them to Jason's goons. They suspect the cookies are poisoned

Submission - King Regent Jason

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Asks:

Jason working part time as a chef and knowing what the cute Arkham doctor always orders

Green Lantern!Jazz x Crime Boss!Jason

Vlad&Bruce and Danny&Dick try to set Jason and Jazz up. It goes horribly wrong

Enemies to lovers Anger Management: Take 1 and Take 2

Angst Anger Management! With stellar mention to my Evil!Jazz snippet

Anger Management adopts a kid (this is from where my fic "Family" was spawned, but the idea can go anywhere)

Good Cop!Red Hood and Bad Cop!Jazz

Danny dies and Jazz hired Red Hood to help her avenge her brother - inspired my fic Deal

Jason meets alternate versions of his girlfriend (Krossan's Hunter!Jazz, Evil!Ghost Queen!Jazz, Mortified!Jazz, Halfa!Jazz)

Jazz is hurt and VERY liminal and Red Hood sees her jump from a window unscathed

Jazz is very liminal and is captured by the GIW, the Outlaws come to her rescue???

Ember comes to Gotham and Red Hood is smitten with Jazz. She has to deal with him, with the bats being suspicious of her and with Ember messing around

Jazz becomes a Indiana Jones kind of adventurer retrieving ghostly artifacts. One adventure makes her cross paths with the Outlaws.

Short ficlet of Anger Management wedding

Jazz (and Dani) go in the Ghost King's place to Aquaman's birthday party and the Batfam is there. Shenanigans ensue.

Jason ends up betrothed to the Princess of the Ghosts by accident

Jason is sent to Amity Park by Talia, framed for the Drs Fenton's disappearances and then he imprints on Jazz

Jazz and Dan for a new Outlaws team with Red Hood. Dan redemption with a side of Anger Management.

Jazz and Jason childhood friends, they met in summer camp

Neighbors Jazz and Jason meet cute

Social worker Jazz protecting children in Crime Alley

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More random ideas:

Regency era AU

Coffee shop AU (the barista is Jason and her order is super caffeinated and with so little sugar he is worried the girl's taste buds are broken)

Necromancer!Jazz is Jason's neighbor. She is needed for something by the JLA and Jason is set to convince her to help

Sick fic! Jason mother hens sick Jazz. She does the same for him when he gets sick. (thanks Impy for the idea!)

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At the moment I don't have more but this works as a masterpost now that I think about it! Will add more when more people comes to me with fire ideas or I get more plot bunnies I can't write!

I hope this helps and you can discuss this ship with me whenever you want!!! I love them so much (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

#gil answers #minnesota-fats #anger management ship #jazz/jason #dpxdc #danny phantom #batman dc #dp x dc #dc x dp #batpham #anger management masterpost

[crownedinmarigolds]

Context: This is from a VTM RP Server I was on, Noa was in play, but her story was much different! Here she was a ghoul at first in Chicago under the Hecata Seneschal (IDK I didn't make the hierarchy) and then turned during game. She is from the near extinct Hidalgo branch of the Giovanni that had been killed during a Sabbat raid while she was in a foreign exchange program for school. I revealed slowly throughout the game that Joaquin her elder brother was actually revealed to have "survived" and the Family suspected he was the cause of the slaughter. Which he was. Noa was tasked with killing him, which she did, but because she believed it was the kindest option for him. The Family would've torn his soul apart. If she killed him, she could then bind his spirit to her, and then eventually give him a body when she became a powerful enough necromancer. Fast forward back to Chicago, Julian is Noa's "ghoul" that she has enthralled through the Sanctifying Kiss (essentially you can smooch and blood bond without full ghouling) that is used as Joaquin's puppet conduit! It was cross-spat so I had Joaquin on Wraith Arcanoi... it was pretty unfair all things considered. Julian of course is blood-bond in love with Noa and she's just like Hmm hmm hmm~. She lives in a VERY haunted mansion with her sire and coterie, and in this little tidbit, she is wandering around after a server event Halloween party where a Tremere Cam-hater mass-dominates the room and compelled whoever they could to try and kill the Lasombra Prince. It was wacky! (Noa passed the check, but Joaquin/Julian did not)

Noa and Julian had arrived home late in the evening after the Halloween party, the hour almost three in the morning. She had excused herself to change out of her costume in her room and to bathe alone, but now she simply felt restless after being clean and changed. Of course Kindred didn’t get tired or wired in quite the normal way kine do, but the feeling of “I should be doing something else” is very strong within her now. This man antagonizing the Prince into making a major Masquerade breach, these wraiths terrorizing random citizens with apparent no regard for the hierarchy… these are strange nights indeed. So, to pass the time until torpor takes her, she wanders the mansion like the ghosts she shares it with, listening quietly to their whispers and catching their small, intentional brushes against skinland objects. Curtains billowing with no wind, books turning with no reader. Reminding her they were here, though making no full effort to speak to her. Eventually half an hour passes and she hears the hard footsteps of another in a hallway closeby. The sound of a large door creaking… who else is here and awake at this hour? Ken perhaps? She would love to speak with him actually regarding what the hell even happened back there. She follows the sound and sees the door that had been opened leading down to the cellar, the frame clearly labeled with some historical plaque discussing the various wines held below. It also led to the bowels of this home if you knew where to look. Surely Ken… she follows after fast, closing the door behind her.

As she reaches the bottom of the stairwell, she sees the wine room for the first time since her arrival here. The ceiling is made of rock and the place is filled with rows upon rows of gorgeous glass bottles with varying shades of burgundy and red. She hears someone shifting further down, and she follows, her bare feet making soft noises against the stone. As she looks, she finally comes across her fellow night owl, but is slightly disappointed at who she sees. Julian. She observes him for a moment. He had been so exhausted nearly all of the way home, napping in the car despite the evening’s strange events. Now he is here, eyeing old wine from a date she can’t read from where she stands. “Julian, what are you doing up?” He nearly drops the bottle he’s holding on the stone tile, thankfully scrambling in time to catch it. He looks over to her like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and he goes to her as if to beg for forgiveness. In Spanish, he exhales a frightened breath. “My God you scared the hell out of me.” His hand touches her shoulder and he gives it a soft rub, as if to calm himself down. She watches him still, not expecting anything foul afoot but still curious. “I couldn’t get back to sleep. I feel like…” His voice trails off a moment as he rubs his tired eyes. “There is so much to think about. You said you were dead, I have met with more dead… and then I go to a party where there are even more but I don’t know who is who. And my mind…” He looks at the bottle and frowns as he considers it, then back to Noa. “I-Is Joaquin here?” She shakes her head, now suddenly very aware of how alone they were. Huh. “No, he is feeding below. Spending time in your body took quite the toll on his spirit.” Joaquin honestly has not done much work with his craft beyond a good hour or two of puppeteering, so an entire evening of inhabiting a body and controlling it required a lot of energy for him to use. Thankfully they live here where he can feast in abundance, but them being separate for another hour or so is a very new experience for the both of them. “Oh!” Julian smiles in relief, but quickly hides it. “I see. That’s good. That he’s able to… eat. What do ghosts eat exactly?” “Intense emotions. After all, that’s what wraiths are made up of for the most part. Come Julian, do you want to drink that?” She gestures to the bottle as she walks to the bar setup nearby. It has a sink, glasses… very interesting and fancy. “I do, but I feel like it’s more pathetic to drink my problems away alone. Could you… also join me? Or can you not?” She takes the bottle from him with a smile and takes down a glass to pour for him. He looks almost awed by such a mundane gesture. “Sorry, I can’t drink wine. I would just have to throw it up later. I can really only have blood.” She listens to the wine pour, smells the pungent odor, and hands it to him when it is filled halfway. “I could perhaps drink the blood of someone who just recently drank alcohol to get a buzz… but I don’t think I could do that to you.” “W-why not?” He asks quickly, taking the glass from her but not yet drinking. “I don’t mind if you drink from me, I’m already giving my body - you may as well have it all.” After a beat of silence, he asks, “Er, well, would it hurt?” She smirks slightly, wishing terribly to be able to bite from him. “From me? Yes, the bite would be excruciating. Like being bitten by a venomous snake. I could kill you if I drink directly from you.”

“Oh.” He grimaces.

“Yes, oh. Remember when we talked about clans a little bit? Well, just my clan suffers this curse. You could be bitten by another Kindred and experience utter ecstasy from their bite… better than any orgasm you could ever have... but not from me. It would just torture and pain, and while I have my dark interests, rubbing salt in the wound isn’t one of them.” She looks to his glass. They broke open a Lafite Rothschild 1929, he should probably drink that.

“H-ha. Well, I am already provided with plenty of ecstasy without the bite.” He half jokes, then quickly he starts to down the wine to perhaps hide his shame. There is hardly time for him to savor it before he immediately swallows it down. “I’m sorry I can’t provide more then.”

She snorts, “Listen. You do serve your intended purpose well. I suppose I would be the one apologizing to you. I simply cannot give your mortal body the bite.

Quietly he swishes his drink, lost in thought as he looks at its color.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Just a headache, I feel like I’ve been living in a cloud all evening. I’m not sure drinking is a good idea.” He looks up to her, “Can you be controlled like that? By something like Joaquin, by the person who made me want to kill at the party?”

“Well, I could, but it would take something far more powerful. Quino hasn’t been trained properly in the overtaking of the supernatural, but it’s possible. Just difficult. And I have at least a fighting chance when someone like that shouts a command in such a way at me. I am able to avoid both.”

“So, this is something I just have to deal with as a mortal.” He says bitterly, going to drink again.

“Yes, I’m afraid so.”

He ponders more as he swallows. “Will you be… turning me into a Kindred one day?”

Noa blinks at the question, mind going blank. She hadn’t even thought of turning Julian before. “Turn you?”

“Yes, will you turn me into something like you one day?” His voice is quiet, but his dark eyes are watching her so intensely. She hadn’t really had the time recently to consider such a thing - a Childer far, far from her mind… but. It is certainly a thought. If she turned Julian, she doesn’t think it would be until she and Joaquin were ready.

“I might.” She says honestly after some thinking. Imagining Joaquin residing permanently in Julian’s body, getting to experience the world finally as she does. The intimate connection of biting, being bonded to each other rather than everything being one sided, equality in power, not needing sex to reassure themselves that they love each other. Just existing as otherworldly beings, secure in their positions, being powerful commanders of the dead… the thought is enough to nearly make her swoon. “Yes, I could consider that.”

His eyes go wide and he looks unsure if he likes that answer or no.

“But that isn’t for a while, none of us are ready I think. But yes, I could turn you into a Kindred, and if your will is strong enough, you can fight back over these forces that want to dominate you. You would not experience mortal pains. It would free you.” Not entirely true, but something nice for him to think of in this dark mansion.

He looks to the floor, and silently drinks again. She can guess what he’s imagining, but doesn’t ask as she takes his hand.

“Come love, it’s very late, and the sun will be rising soon.”

He nods, quickly downing the last of the wine before leaving it on the counter. Clearly used to someone cleaning up after him now. “Yes. Shall I sleep with you during the day?”

Noa leads him back to the stairwell, “No, darling, I’ve told you. Never during the day.”

“Of course, my mistress, I apologize.” He takes her hands in his own and kisses them as they make their way to his room so he may finally get some real sleep.

#my writing #noa #julian #noa hidalgo #hecata #giovanni #vtm #vtm writing #vtm oc #vampire the masquerade #world of darkness #wod #long post

[team7-headquarter]

Modern Party Team 7 au headcanons:

The team that ends the night completely plastered and unable to recall what happened

"why would you say th—" I'm convinced they have insane alcohol resistance due genetics and health. Sooner than later you know that Sasuke and Naruto would get competitive and Sakura would try to out-drink them to show off her "Tsunade's apprentice" badge, while Sai drinks as an experiment on social skills. A total disaster.

The police would try to arrest Naruto and Sasuke for public disturbance (they were fighting. again) and Sakura would try to use her medic authority to get them out of the cop car. They let them go because they like Naruto and because Sakura's biceps are a bit scary, okay?

Get access anywhere for their looks. Shady bars, new establishments, med and college parties, artistic raves— name it, they have a way in.

Sakura is a crybaby drunk. Sasuke falls asleep on anyone. Naruto could literally eat anything while drunk. Sai gets mysterious social skills that are totally wrong in tone yet they work? somehow? anyway.

Early in the evening they act all shy yet bold. All the other teams bet how many drinks it'd take them to start the karaoke.

If you give the microphone to Naruto he can bring any party from the grave.

Sakura and Sasuke get secret drunk sides: you don't want to meet Sasuke when he gets angry drunk and whenever Sakura becomes determined drunk, she's up there with Naruto on the stage.

They have at least one matching tattoo product of drunk Sai. At least one.

Literally race out of the place to not pay the others' tabs. Naruto pays often, since he gets distracted playing necromancer on the after party.

Sai and Sasuke are the sluttiest men in terms of clothing. Karin and Ino steal the female side of that. Naruto dresses more normally, but he knows the dirtiest songs and he has unlimited charm. Sakura dresses normally but dancing with Ino, there's no way she's not catching the attention of the public.

They often end up crashing on Sakura's living room, asking for her nursing touch once the morning comes.

Sasuke doesn't complain about headache, not matter what. Mr. I-must-keep-my-dignity.

Naruto whines like in birth. He's the first to recover (blessed genetics).

Sai sleeps like a rock. Ino often arrives at noon to take him home.

Sakura is the biggest mess, but somehow she still manages any professional necessity if it's required.

They don't go out partying often. Which is fair, considering the consequences of their actions when they hang out in the company of more than a little alcohol.

#naruto #team 7 #team kakashi #team yamato #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #sai #sai naruto #sakura haruno

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC in 15 or less Tag

Thank you for the Tag, @cowboybrunch (here)! <3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I'm doing half of this for my OC Cory Blythe, from Mutant Inquiries, and the other half for Augustus Grimmure, from Enchanted Illusions for this tag!

Cory Blythe

"Listen, douchebag, I'm far too sober to deal with whatever this bullshit is right now and I'm already running late for my fucking job - by the way, I'm far more scared of my boss than I am of you. So how about you go mug someone else and I don't stab you with these heels?"

"And you seriously thought involving 'Miss Trust Fund' over here in our mess was a good idea? No! You just signed our early death certificate." [...] "Why? Oh my god, I don't know, Becky... maybe because her infamously overprotective dad is the CEO of a fucking multimillionaire enterprise and you just dragged his only daughter to the middle of a conspiracy?! I don't care if she wants to help! That's Violet Villarosa, for fuck's sake. We're dead now, we're so dead - I'll have a closed casket for sure."

"The more I live, the more I realize I might be the sanest person in this group of idiots. And that scares me."

"Are any of you going to explain why there's a random dude bleeding out in my brand-new car? No? Okay then."

"Becky," [they take a deep breath] "My best friend, my surrogate sister, the caffeinated cutie-pie of my life, I say this in the most polite way possible - I'd rather be waterboarded with lava than hear that plan ever again."

"Teague, let's make one thing very fucking clear - I'm following my side of the contract, so you can do whatever you want to me in the meantime. But my friends - my family - they're off limits, and if I ever find out you sent any one of your thugs after Rebecca or any of them again, it'll be the last goddamn thing you do. I don't care if you're the head of the mob, or if I'll be food for the fishes afterward - you're not the only one here with a pocketknife, fucker."

"I call dibs on the fluffy socks and the cereal!"

"Look, just because I'm not a mutant like you guys doesn't mean I can't seriously fuck somebody up with a shotgun. Now, one of you might want to take the wheel of this car 'cause I'm about to do just that."

Augustus Grimmure

Augustus felt rejuvenated - like he’d just woken up from a nice nap, adjusting his bloodstained dapper suit and glaring at the now soulless corpse. “Oh -" He looked down, noticing the crimson splatters on his coat "That’s just nonsense! Look at this, it's all ruined and covered in blood! It was my new suit! How dare he stab me.”

"My, my, it's a great deal of a fall from up here. I'm not so sure about this anymore, Hattie-" He looked over the speeding train's railing, turning to Harriet with a shaky, nervous chuckle. As he did, he noticed the outline of the two goons clambering into the wagon behind them, guns ready. "Oh, well, as some say - ladies first!" Before she could say anything, Augustus pushed her over the railing - summoning a portal beneath her. Two bullets flew past the spot where she'd just been standing, instead lodging themselves in the young necromancer, who jumped into the portal just before it closed.

"Well, you could attack us, boys, and I'll merely consume all your souls - string by string, painstakingly severing the cord between your life and afterlife until you're all empty husks. You know who I am, and what I can do to mercenaries who threaten people I hold dear." His eyes glowed in the dark, the mark on his wrist causing the mercenaries to stumble back in shock, as shadows swirled around him. "Now, are you sure this is a wise decision to make in the name of your boss, a man who was too lazy to even come get his own hands dirty?"

"I can't tell you more about it, love." He shook his head with a dejected smile, clutching his own arms in a vice grip. "About my deal, about the Deathbringer and what I did. I can't. It's, no - they're just too dangerous, and I made a mistake. I fear it... it won't end well."

"For some reason, I don't think your cousin likes me very much, Harriet." Augustus spoke under his breath after Vincent stormed out, a playful but somewhat serious lilt to his words, concerned. [She replies "It's not about you, per se. Vincent doesn't really like anyone"] The necromancer chuckled. "No, this seems so very personal."

"My grandma used to bring me to this place, when I was a kid." He mused, fiddling with the blue flower between his fingers, before placing it inside the book. "For a lonely commoner kid with a strange magic that everyone was afraid of, these dusty books were paradise. A world where maybe I really could be anyone."

"May I have this dance, darling? We may as well enjoy this uppity evening on our own terms, before anyone makes it otherwise."

Tagging - @oh-no-another-idea, @dreaminggoblin, @mitchell-nihil, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams,@yet-another-heathen @talesofsorrowandofruin, @thetruearchmagos, @writernopal, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @little-peril-stories, @memento-morri-writes and @saltysupercomputer

#wip: mutant inquiries #wip: enchanted illusions #oc in 15 tag #writers on tumblr #writerblr #fantasy writing #sci fi writing #character writing #my characters #my writing #writers #my wips #writeblr #writing

[innytoes]

Dinosaur and Magic AUs apparently 😁

Okay so world where everyone has one magic gift. Some of them are really cool (levitation), some of them are very destructive (that awkward moment when you learn your toddler's magic gift is Fireballs), usually they're nothing special. Like you find out your magic gift is always being able to pick avocados that will be ripe exactly when you need them, or you're a necromancer, but only for overwatered cacti.

Julie's magical gift of being able to see ghosts and bring them back to life with the power of he hugs is a little bit of a shock. It's a powerful gift, considering Rose's magic of Summoning Car Keys and Ray's gift of always knowing exactly how someone takes their coffee.

She's only done it a few times, because she really needs to love that person for it to work. But let's just say Grandma Molina lived to see 130 before she patted Julie's hand and told her she was ready to go. Which, considering she didn't come back as a ghost and crossed over, was pretty clear, even though it was heartbreaking.

(It meant her Mom came back to her, though, and maybe that broke her friendship with Carrie because she wasn't able to bring her mom back when she and Carrie were both six. Just because something is a gift, doesn't mean it's always a blessing, her Mom explained.)

Still, when she met this dreamy ghost called Luke and fell in love with him after a few months of him haunting her Mom's studio and she brought him back, the Pattersons did call it a blessing. Luke was grateful for his second chance, even though he was kind of upset when he realised this meant he had to go back to high school.

Thankfully he makes friends pretty quickly at his new school. And drags them into a band with Julie, because who can say no to Luke's puppy eyes? (No, that's not his gift, it's summoning knit beanies. Not very useful in LA.)

Alex, their drummer, can turn into a cat, which Reggie, their bassist, is very, very jealous of. He shrugs when they ask him what his gift is. "Dogs really like me?" he suggests. Some people never really figure out what their gift is, or only very late in life. Like Tía Victoria, who only found out she was able to turn snow into powdered sugar after a very disastrous ski trip to Aspen with her college girlfriend.

It's not until he shows up at band practice one morning holding a box and looking very nervous that they find out what his gift is.

Which is... summoning tiny dinosaurs.

Real live dinosaurs, just teeny tiny. The biggest one, a long neck, is about the size of a chihuahua.

"What am I supposed to do with them?" he asks, desperate. "I just woke up this morning and they were in my room."

"Well first," Flynn suggests, reaching her hand in despite Alex' nervous protests. "Maybe call a museum or paleontologist or something because I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be feeding a stegosaurus donuts for breakfast."

"Yeah, I don't know, man," Luke agreed. "I can call my dad and see if anyone at his old university knows anyone with a specialty in dinosaurs. They look pretty real to me, but who knows. Maybe your power is just summoning creatures you imagined."

"Quick, summon a tiny unicorn!" Flynn said, and Reggie screwed his eyes shut. No unicorns appeared.

"I don't think I created them from my own imagination," Reggie said. "Because like, I never really knew velociraptors had feathers."

Nobody said anything. In fact, they looked concerned, and then panicked.

"Oh!" Reggie said, slinging his backpack off his shoulders and zipping it open. "Meet Chompy. I couldn't put him in the box with the others, he kept trying to eat Humphrey." Chompy, true to his name, snapped at them, before going back to devouring what appeared to be half of a beef jerky. His plumage was rather bright and gorgeous.

"Okay," Alex said, faintly.

In the end they called Mister Patterson, as well as Rose and Ray and Tía. This was an All Adults On Board kind of situation.

Carlos was delighted with his new pet brontosaurus for his birthday, though.

#julie and the phantoms #fanfic #AUs are awesome #magic au #I wrote a thing #willie's gift is of course Communicating With Raccoons #Carrie sparkles #and Flynn can Summon Sodas #Reggie becomes very very popular at the university and eventually earns a degree in paleontology #and thankfully learns how to stop summoning tiny dinosaurs in his sleep because it was getting hard to find homes for them

[hattiestgal]

what rpg classes/archetypes would ur ocs be! :O

Ooooh this one is a really fun one! I won't be covering all of my OC's cause that'd take a while, but I'll share my favorites

Riley - This one is probably kinda obvious, but they're definitely the rogue/thief/quick on their feet type. The sorta character that's fast, mischievous, and not the strongest, but can deal a lot of damage under the right circumstances.

Violette - Either a berserker or a support class of some kind. She's knocked a guy out cold with a single punch, so it's not too surprising in that regard, but she's also good with machines (see her car mechanic job), so she could like build some kind of backup weapon or something

Omen - Dark mage type. Necromancer, life drain kinda magic. Can be taught how to wield a sword with enough effort, but a spell caster through and through. He'll make a big deal about how reluctant he is to heal you but it's always solid heals

Finnegan - Support/Bard class sorta thing. A bit of a showman when it comes to wielding more graceful weapons, but a stat booster/healer first and foremost.

Alex - Standard tank or knight class. Can absolutely take some hits and dish 'em out too. Would know the abilities that let him take damage in the party's stead. Wielder of heavier weapons

Harlow (need to talk about them moreeee) - Psychic mage type. Confuses, disorients, drains opponents magic. Another support, but more on the aggressive side of things

Lucy - GLASS CANNON - can dish out some of the heaviest hits you've seen, but needs time to do so, and probably can't get too many times if you wanna keep him in the fight. Knows how to operate heavy weaponry and can do some absurd casting.

Allison - Fortified fuckin' castle. Made to be nigh unhittable under the right conditions, and quick to fire back with a lightning quick fist. Probably the slowest member of the party, but with the right powering up, can kick absolute ASS

#hat answers #this was fun to think about

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Ask me Anything -- Tal Smithson

Have you heard of the magical girl genre?

Fuck yes, have you read Sailor Nothing? World-changing. Preneek. Literature. I mean we only have two thirds of it but they were a great two thirds.

If you had awoken in Captain Aspen’s situation, would you have waited as long to wake others up?

I wouldn’t have woken anyone up. I don’t think it would even have occurred to me.

Do you feel more lucky or guilty that you’re the only one to survive your Ring’s ejection? Sorry if this one is too personal.

Why would I feel guilty? I was asleep.

If this is not too rude to ask, could you tell me a little about the Brennan gender identity, and grammar around pronouns?

I don’t know what you’re asking. It’s just a gender. Some people are men and some people are women and some people are brennan. And some people are something else I guess, like Aspen or the Friend.

Did you have any pets, or tend to animals growing up?

I had a pet monitor lizard named Cthulhu.

Have you done any work salvaging preneek data?

Yeah I used to be involved in tracking down and scraping old hard drives and servers for any possible recoverable data. Fillmore! Episode 5, Red Robins Don’t Fly? That was me. I found AND recovered that. You’re welcome.

Would you download a car?

I did once but the machine shop wouldn’t build me anything from unverified files. Also I don’t drive, obviously. Also I have nowhere to put a car.

What is Neocambrian meme culture like?

What’s meme culture?

Do you think the developments with Amy are as wild as I do?

Amy makes no fucking sense, my entire life since waking up on this ship has been a fever dream. In fact I’m not entirely convinced it isn’t a fever dream. Possibly I went to sleep and the neurostimulator started making me dream to preserve my brain on the trip and that’s what’s still happening right now. We’ll all wake up at Hylara super disoriented and filled with years’ worth of false memories.

What do you think should be done with the colonists that are too affected by Amy when the ship reaches Hylara?

It’s hardly up to me, is it? They’re going to die. I’m not a necromancer.

Do you ever worry you are in some sort of preneek science fiction novel, or movie?

What kind of weirdo would write something like this?

You are good at being a cybercriminal, how did you get caught?

The police, as it turns out, are also good at catching a cybercriminal.

If you could bring sometimes from earth with you, what would you pick?

Reget Bryce. Fucking arsehole. I hate that guy. He should have to be on this ship.

Do you want to give some of your dreams to Amy?

No, I’m very glad to have woken up before that could happen. Although maybe if she had a brain that knew literally anything about computers she wouldn’t be such a fucking mess in there.

What you hate the most?

People who think Star Trek and Star Wars were alternate names for the same franchise and totally fuck up our databases through unnecessary combinations. No Spock wasn’t a Force user. That took so many months to fix.

Are you scared of being made into a slave when you land?

I honestly don’t see how things are going to be significantly different to our current situation, except that we will be on the ground and presumably have less gaming time.

Kill someone innocent or be killed? Choose one.

We’ve got like four thousand spare innocent lives on hand, it’s not like it’s a limited resource. I probably will end up fucking up and killing at least one of them anyway. Just based on probability and this fucking nightmare of an AI.

Have you even be out of Texas?

Yeah I went on this submarine trip once to follow an old internet cable we discovered in the hopes that it would lead to some interesting server with some interesting information. It didn’t. It just lead to a small bunker from the time of the collapse, a seal had been breached and the entire thing was flooded. Nothing electronic was recoverable. There were some cool skeletons in there though.

#time to orbit: unknown #ama

[blaqcats-fics]

Whispers of the Dead

STWG DRABBLE

PROMPT: QUIET | Steve-Centric

He didn't know how he ended up here.

Maybe, finally, the survivor’s guilt was starting to eat away at him. It was the least he deserved after all. He could have done more. If he had done more, then he would have lived. He would live and Dustin would be happy.

Kate Bush had never felt so relevant.

Oh, what Steve would do to swap places with a man he had only known for a few days all so he could see Dustin smile.

If only Steve were a necromancer like in Dustin’s game. Then, just maybe, Steve could finally do something, anything. But that reality was far away.

Steve squeezed his hands into a fit, taking a deep sigh, breathing out. He sat on the ground, leaning forward, hugging his knees. He stared at the tombstone, a heaviness to him.

“Hey, Eddie,” he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “I don't know why I’m here. Guilt, probably.”

Steve ran his hand through his hair, scrunching his nose slightly at the grease that came from it. He made a mental note to shower.

“Dustin misses you,” he said. “Dustin said your uncle misses you. I'm sure you know. Dustin said he came with your uncle once. They were probably better company than me.”

Licking his lips, Steve looked up at the moon through the clouds. “Before I started to get to know the kids, after I first saw a demogorgon, I always wondered if I sacrificed myself, would things change? Maybe. Probably not.

I know you died because you wanted to buy us time, but you mostly protected Dustin. That was brave, but God, was that stupid. I can't be mad, though.”

Steve let out a wet laugh, tears filling his eyes. “I would have done the same thing. I would have died for everyone just to make sure everyone was safe, consequences be damned. If only we could see the future, huh? Then maybe things would be different. We could have been friends in another life. Dustin wouldn't be sad. Max wouldn't be in a coma. It was be fine.”

The wind rustled and Steve shivered. The cold wind bit at his skin.

“I should go,” he sighed. “I promised Robin I would stay with her tonight. Nightmares.”

Steve stood, brushing the dirt off his pants. He stood awkwardly, and for the first time in a while, he said a small prayer, for Eddie.

“Bye, Eddie.”

Steve turned away, walking to his car. He pulled the keys out, fumbling with them as the wind picked up again. He unlocked the car door, and froze.

A warmth washed over him and his skin lit up as if it were being burned. It felt like someone was holding him.

‘Help.’

A wave of cold suddenly washed back over him and Steve turned around frantic, eyes searching in the dark, but he was met with nothing but an empty, quiet graveyard.

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