#is it a torchlight or flashlight

[isawjamfirst]

did u think i was done with uncanny vash

#well think again #who needs AA batteries when u have a walking torchlight beside u #is it a torchlight or flashlight #whats the fkim difference #english isnt my first language #ok im gonna start properly tagging now #trigun stampede #trigun #vash the stampede #humanoid typhoon #wolfwood the punisher #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #gunsmoke #tristamp #tristamp wolfwood #tristamp vash #tristamp vashwood

[metalhoops]

Like a lesser hero in a fantasy tale, the night was cut clean in two by the dull glow of a flashlight beam, flanked by two boys. It was an odd pastime but a familiar one to them. They had grown at home in the strange dark places of the town, aware of what might be lurking in the shadows between the pines. 

Eddie, the first boy, with his hair and clothes as black as the forest floor, shook the silent woods with the intermittent clatter of his stainless-steel rings on the metal shaft of the light, his makeshift weapon. Each ring was a treasured yet well-worn possession. The ear of the pig ring and the temple of the skull were permanently scratched from the repeated action.

Steve, the other boy, was more prepared. He came brandishing a baseball bat, its wooden body a sister to the surrounding trees with a halo of gnarled nails, hinting at the more sinister air of their surroundings.  

Unlike Eddie’s fantasy games, the backstory didn’t matter. It was the reason the boys were there, of course, but it was also the imminent threat they didn’t wish to speak of. In their shared pasts, there had been portals to other worlds, monsters beyond human comprehension and near-death experiences that’d brought on the winter of Eddie’s life, and the spring of Steve’s. 

Eddie had spent the past month jumping at shadows in the corner of his new bedroom or in the woods beyond the trailer park. Steve, on the other hand, had bloomed beautifully and brutally before Eddie’s eyes. Before the Upside Down, he would look at Steve and all he’d feel was ire, righteous indignation and a small yet frustrating, pang of lust. 

When he looked at Steve in the yellow glow of the torchlight, he saw a man who’d come when Eddie called, in the middle of the night, with haste and a plan. He saw someone who believed in him or at least, cared enough about him to go willingly into the night when Eddie had reported seeing sinister shapes shift past his window.

It was enough to get Steve to leave the confines of his isolated mansion and slum it with the poor folk down in the proverbial trenches. Eddie now saw a man he very well might be in love with. Jagged shadows cast by stray branches sliced across his face, resembling the snaking vines of the Upside Down. The boys had barely escaped the place and every moment after felt as though they were living on borrowed time. 

“What’d you say we do one more loop past the old train tracks and call it a night?” Steve asked, at last, his body sticking close to Eddie’s side. He felt a pang of guilt for dragging Steve out of bed, again, just to find nothing. 

“We can head back now, I’m probably going crazy, man.” 

“No, I wanna check. Otherwise, it’ll bug the hell outta me. We’ve all been a little crazy after everything we’ve been through. I mean, I’ve almost died like ten times. Think the eleventh time might be the one that sticks- you know?” 

It reminded them of another night, in another world. It had been a quick yet intimate conversation with a stranger. If we get out of this, Eddie had thought at the time, I might actually want to get to know this guy. Months had passed. He still felt like he didn’t know Steve enough to say what he wanted to say, but Steve needed to hear it. 

“That’d be a real bummer, you know? If you died. I wouldn’t have anyone to go on long walks in the moonlight with.” 

The two boys had fallen out of step with one another. Steve had charged forward in the semi-darkness leaving Eddie a few paces behind.

“Nancy would come with you.  After the first time, when Will and Nancy’s friend went missing, she’d swing by my house, and we’d sit on the deck chairs watching the pool. Honestly, you might be better off with her. She’d bring a gun,” Steve spoke, tossing the jagged bat from hand to hand, with the skill of an ex-high school sports star. 

“Why is it you and I always end up in the woods trying to set each other up with Nancy goddamn Wheeler?” Eddie spoke disbelievingly as he jogged to catch up with Steve. He laughed, his hand bumping Eddie’s side as the two fell back into step. 

“She’s not my type, Stevie. You can have her,” Eddie tacked on, trying to defuse some of the tension that had arisen between them, skimming his light amongst the trees. 

“I don’t think she’s my type either. Well— not anymore. We tried it. It didn’t work out. We wanted different things,” Steve admitted.

Once they reached the train tracks, Steve surveyed the old wood and rusted metal. The place also had history. He could smell freezer burn and rotten meat on the breeze. When looking at Eddie’s profile he felt a sudden charge to the air like the calm before a thunderstorm. 

He thought of a conversation he’d had years before with Dustin on those very tracks. He knew with sudden certainty why he’d hauled himself out of bed in the middle of the night, once again to chase Eddie’s hunches. He and Dustin had been talking about love.  He gave himself the same advice he’d given the kid all those years before. 

Don’t fall in love. It’ll only break your heart.

“Right, you wanted that whole hoard of kids and an R.V. vacation thing? Three girls, three boys. A whole brood of Harringtons,” Eddie breathed, kicking up dirt and leaves with his shoes. Steve shot Eddie a perplexed glance, surprised he’d been listening and shocked he’d remembered the statement word for word.

“Right, yeah. I know, make fun all you want, dude. It’s crazy I know.” Once more, they fell out of step. 

Eddie stopped while Steve kept walking, playing the role of a funambulist, his hands outstretched as though standing at a great height as he walked foot over foot across the thin metal. 

“This might surprise you Steve but for once I wasn’t going to give you shit,” Eddie replied, walking beside Steve, jumping from wooden beam to wooden beam. 

The metal track gave Steve a good half inch of height, making it so that for once the two weren’t eye to eye. Eddie kept flicking the light between the vast track ahead of them and the empty woods behind. He still felt as though any moment something could burst through the cracks in the earth left in the wake of the quake and drag them back down into Eddie’s personal version of hell. He couldn’t help but think of Steve’s words. The eleventh time would stick. Eddie didn’t know what he’d do without him. 

“So, what do you want?” Steve asked, shaking Eddie from his thoughts. When his answer didn’t immediately present itself, Steve continued.

“I mean, you know what I want. Six nuggets, touring the country. What do you want?” 

The question startled a scoff out of Eddie. It wasn’t as though anyone had bothered to ask him that before. He didn’t know. 

“I’ve got no clue. I’m not like you. I don’t sit around thinking about the future. I’m just trying to get through today,” Eddie confessed, speaking more candidly than he’d intended. 

“Alright. You don’t know what you want to do with the rest of your life. That’s pretty normal, but having nothing? Dude. You’ve gotta have something. Let’s start small. What do you want to do tomorrow?” 

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind having breakfast with my uncle and spending some time with the kids and the band. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get to see you, hopefully under some better circumstances,” Eddie explained as Steve misstepped, almost falling from his perch. 

He corrected himself, placing an outstretched hand on Eddie’s shoulder for balance. Eddie tried not to preen beneath the other boy’s touch. 

“I like the sound of that,” Steve confirmed, daring a glance at Eddie. 

The storm within him continued to brew. Eddie’s plans for whatever small future stretched out before them involved Steve, which was more than he’d gotten from anyone else.

Nancy wanted a career in investigative journalism. She wanted to change the world for the better. It was a noble goal. One Steve had admired endlessly but he couldn’t help but feel like a small child asking for a seat at the grown-up table when trying to compete with the hopes and dreams of Nancy Wheeler. For her, he would’ve changed his dreams to play a small part in her life, but he’d come to realise that wasn’t a good way to love. 

Every relationship Steve had went to hell eventually. He didn’t want the same fate with Eddie. He wanted to continue walking the fine line between friendship and whatever awaited them on the other side of the electric storm. Steve didn’t know if he was ready for all the complications being in love with Eddie would entail. It’d wreak havoc on his sense of self and take a hatchet to his dreams of white picket fences. That was on the slim chance Eddie felt the same way about him. 

When Steve looked at Eddie he felt as though he were back at the bottom of Lovers Lake. To love Eddie was to drown beneath the crushing weight of possibilities. 

“You okay?” Eddie asked, a hint of concern in his tone. 

It was only then that Steve realised he’d stopped walking, his knuckles turning white as his fingers dug into the fabric of Eddie’s jacket. 

No. Steve was far from okay, but he couldn’t voice it without ruining everything. 

“I need a minute,” Steve muttered, stumbling back from Eddie, removing his hand as though he’d grabbed the wrong end of a hot poker. 

He’d moved on instinct, forgetting where he stood on his precarious perch. He tumbled ass backwards off the train tracks, trying to save whatever sense of dignity he had left by scrambling to his feet quickly. He heard his bat clatter to the forest floor as he headed off into the woods, unsure of his direction. He needed space to sort his head out. 

There were only two ways Steve knew how to face a crisis; two base and primal instincts, fight or run. Eddie wasn’t a wayward creature that devoured cats or a schoolyard bully. He couldn’t punch himself loveless and doing anything to hurt Eddie was worse than torture. 

Steve wanted Eddie to hit him. It’d shake loose some of the tension in his chest at the sight of the boy’s brown eyes; the eyes that reminded Steve of the deep warm wood that was fashionable in homes during his childhood. The familiar floorboards of the entryway where he’d lay with Tommy after hours of swimming, drip-drying on the wood, warping it to the shape of their bodies. 

Eddie’s eyes reminded him of home. Not the place he’d grown up in, but the sensation one felt when they recalled a fond memory, years removed from context and complications. Steve couldn’t imagine a future where Eddie would hurt him, even if that’s what he wanted. 

He did what he did best. He ran away. 

Without Eddie’s flashlight, the woods were a gaping maw of some unseen creature. Even the breeze on the back of his neck felt warm. Steve collapsed at the base of a tree and searched his pockets for a lighter. He didn’t bring his cigarettes but there was something soothing about the weight of the object in his hand and the repeated action of sparking the flint and extinguishing the fire with a twist of his wrist. 

Steve heard approaching footsteps signalled by the crunch of leaves underfoot.  He prayed Eddie wouldn’t ask why he’d run. If he asked, Steve knew he’d tell him. Then they’d both be screwed. 

Steve tried to spark the lighter again, but no flame would ignite. It was out of lighter fluid. Just his goddamn luck.  

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice echoed through the trees. 

The direction was all wrong. Eddie’s call came from a distance. The footsteps were close. Right goddamn on top of him. Fuck. 

Steve acted fast, fumbling in the underbrush, trying to find a weapon. He grabbed a stray branch with enough heft to wield. He was good at making use of what he had. He held the wood aloft, scrambled to his feet and fumbled with the lighter, desperate to get one last spark out of it. He knew how much the creatures hated fire. In a way, he was thankful that he knew what he was dealing with for once. 

The swiftness of the footfalls and the length of the shadows cutting through the blackness let him know within seconds he would be face to face with a full-sized Demogorgon. 

Steve felt the creature before he saw it. A sudden force collided into his body knocking him from his feet. He had just enough time to get the jagged end of the stick between himself and the creature. He felt the branch wade into the creature’s soft flesh. 

Eddie called his name once more, drawing the creature's attention away from him. Steve had an opening.

His trembling hands flicked the lighter again. This time, for a brief and brilliant moment, it sparked. He shoved the naked flame against the creature's wound. He wasn’t sure if he’d hurt it or just made it mad. It thrashed and writhed, grabbing at Steve’s body, and pounding him into the damp earth. Now Steve had its attention. 

He tried to strike out but this time the monster was too quick, its body bared down on Steve and before he knew it, he was face to face with the monster's strange unfurling flesh mouth and razor-sharp teeth. So, this was how he’d die. 

“Mother fucker,” Eddie muttered as two shifting figures caught his attention. 

Steve was pinned to the ground by something that looked fresh out of his nightmares. The others had told him there were more things out there than the bats and demonic, skinless hell-wizard they’d faced but Eddie’s mind had never been able to conjure a creature that would match the true beast before him. 

Steve was doing his best to keep the creature at arms-length. A rotted wooden branch cut at the palm of Steve’s hands and had gone straight through the thing’s body.  Eddie scoured his brain, trying to remember everything he’d been told about the creature. Heat. They hated heat. 

Eddie had grabbed Steve’s bat as he followed him. He’d wanted to be the kind of person who could give Steve space but every fibre of his being had told him to chase after the boy so he had. 

He dropped the flashlight to free up a hand and searched the pockets of his jacket, thankful he always had his lighter handy. He knew Steve would be pissed if Eddie torched his favourite weapon, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d rather have Steve pissed than not have him at all. 

He set fire to the bat, throwing more hellish shadows over the wicked tableau of the snarling beast and the desperate boy pinned beneath its grasp. The smell of burning wood and flesh hung heavy in the air. He had the element of surprise on his side. 

The flaming bat collided with the creature’s skull sending it reeling. It let out an inhuman whaling that scattered the nightbirds. Eddie readied the bat to swing again, expecting the beast to charge. Instead, it ran off into the blackness of the night. It’d finally happened. What they all knew had been inevitable. The Upside Down, and in turn Vecna was back. Though for now, he and Steve had brought themselves time. 

Eddie watched as Steve sat wide-eyed but seemingly unharmed. He guessed Steve Harrington had more lives left in him yet. Thank Christ. 

“Please tell me that looked as badass as it felt,” Eddie breathed trying to alleviate some of the tension between them. 

He dropped the bat, snuffing out what was left of the flame and moved unthinkingly to pat down Steve’s body, checking for wounds. He had a gash on his forehead and a split lip, but he’d live. 

“It looked pretty badass,” Steve confirmed and froze as Eddie’s hands raked through his hair. 

“You’ve got something in your...” Eddie’s voice trailed off as he pulled a leaf out of Steve’s hair, holding it aloft in front of his face. 

Steve’s eyes glanced from the leaf to Eddie before tentatively reaching out, his hands searching the planes of his body, dancing cautiously over the barely healed wounds that’d once littered his side. Steve was checking him over.

“I’m okay. You okay?” Eddie assured holding up a hand before reaching into the back pocket of his jeans. 

He pulled out his bandana and inched forward to wrap it around the gash on Steve’s head. The boy cringed beneath his touch. Eddie muttered an apology. 

“I’ll live,” Steve confirmed leaning back, trying to get some space between them. 

Eddie hadn’t realised how close they were. He shifted back, remembering with sudden clarity that Steve had practically begged Eddie to give him a second alone. He wasn’t willing to do that, given they’d already run into one hell beast that night. There could be others. He did something uncharacteristic. Eddie Munson sat with Steve in silence. 

They sat in stillness for so long that the birds and insects returned to the woods around them. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie spoke when the silence was too loud. He didn’t know what he was apologising for, but he couldn’t think of anything better to say. 

Steve looked up at the boy with alarm. 

“What’re you sorry for?” He asked, feeling as though he was caught in another echo of the past. 

He remembered a seemingly endless car ride to Nancy’s house, trying to find ways to apologise for some transgression he wasn’t sure he’d committed. He’d wanted to apologise because he’d loved Nancy and he’d been scared of losing her. 

He wondered what motivations were behind Eddie’s apology. He worried that The Upside Down’s strange relationship with time had leaked into Hawkins, that some pasts were destined to repeat. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie admitted after a breath, letting out a nervous laugh. 

“I’m sorry for doing whatever I did to make you go all space cadet on me. Tell me what I did, and I can tell you I’m sorry,” he continued. 

Steve was certain at that moment, Eddie loved him too. It was already too late to change things. They were trains on a track, their futures seemingly already locked in place.

“You know if you want someone to talk to about whatever’s going on in that head of yours, I’m here Steve,” Eddie kept pushing, unable to take Steve’s silence as an answer. 

His tone was so soft, sincere and unlike anything that Steve expected from the boy that he couldn’t help but speak the words out loud, despite his better judgment. 

“I love you.” 

Eddie had thought he’d been prepared for anything, but he hadn’t been prepared for that. It was then that Steve let out a strangled sound between a scoff and a groan. 

“And it's screwed now. I always mess it up.”  

Eddie could hardly hear the boy’s voice over the rush of blood in his ears. His heart was a high-strung choir, singing the same repeated tune, ‘Steve loves me’. When his common sense kicked into gear, he noted the panic in Steve’s eyes and knew he needed to say something. 

“I love you too,” Eddie managed, feeling both heavier and lighter. 

He’d never said it before. He sure as hell hadn’t pictured a world where he’d admit he loved a boy before they’d started dating. Steve was moving at a breakneck speed and Eddie was desperately trying to catch up. To his surprise, Steve hardly stirred at the confession. 

“I know,” Steve admitted sounding broken as his eyes met Eddie’s. He gave the boy a tight-lipped grimace. All of Eddie’s momentary joy fell just as it’d begun to soar. 

“Please tell me that was a Star Wars reference,” Eddie whispered, earning a real smile from Steve. It was soft and fleeting as freshly felled snow on a warm palm. He knew despite all of Steve’s posturing, he was a huge nerd when it came to science fiction. 

“Eds, my track record...” Steve’s voice trailed off. 

Eddie realised the thing Steve had been dancing around. They were still talking about Nancy goddamn Wheeler in the woods. 

“Stevie,” he breathed, for once at a loss for words. 

He was a storyteller, but he didn’t want to give Steve a story. He couldn’t promise him a world where everything was perfect. They lived in a land of blight and monsters, a time of trouble. The town was still after Eddie’s head on a pike and Steve was running out of goodwill with those that’d once called him king. He wanted to show Steve what they were. 

Damn the past. Kill all possible futures. All they had was the brief and infinite present. 

Eddie wanted to show Steve what they could be at that moment. 

He crossed the space between them, pausing for a breath, leaving room for Steve to push him away. When no such protest arose, he placed one hand on Steve’s cheek, the other cupping the nape of his neck. 

“I’m not good at this either,” Eddie admitted tentatively. 

He’d kissed guys before. It’d always been desperate and sloppy. He didn’t want loving Steve to feel like an afterthought as it had with the other men. 

“But I think it’s worth a shot,” Eddie concluded. 

He’d laid everything out on the table, all that was left was for Steve to pick it up or turn it down. 

Steve didn’t surge forward. Instead, he moved achingly slow. One hand landed on Eddie’s thigh, the other tangled in his hair. He gave a gentle tug to pull him that last inch closer. 

Eddie’s lips were wind-chaffed and cool, melting ice on bare skin, shocking and a good kind of painful. Steve’s face had the faintest hint of stubble, it was rough as the rocks, and forest foliage beneath their bodies. He smelled of wet earth, blood, and faded cologne. Their hands traced each other’s topography with fingers, lips and tongues, toppling over in the process. 

When they pulled apart the whole world seemed to hold its breath. The wind was still. The night was silent. An invisible audience waited with bated breath for a conclusion. 

“Christ,” Eddie choked, hand fluttering dramatically to his heart. It was a kick drum in his chest. 

Steve’s hand followed, sliding beneath Eddie’s shirt. 

“Christ,” Steve echoed with a goofy grin. Eddie loved him. The thought came easily. It was the only thought populating his mind. 

“We should probably, you know, shelve this and try to stop the world ending... again,” Eddie proposed, trying to think straight. 

“Only if you promise to take me on a date after,” Steve countered. He pulled himself to his feet and extended a hand to Eddie. 

“Me take you? You’re meant to be the ladies' man with the killer dates,” Eddie argued, falling into step with Steve easily. 

“Exactly. It’d be nice to be the one getting the flowers for a change. Technically you’re the one who wanted to give this a shot. I’ll get the second date.” 

Eddie scoffed disbelievingly. The cocky bastard.  He’d never picked Steve as someone who liked flowers. He’d give Steve a garden, a forest, a kingdom. 

“Alright, save the world. Buy you flowers. Go on a first date. Go on a second date. Seems like I might actually have a plan for the next few days down pact.” 

“And after that?” Steve prompted. 

“If you want me to say six nuggets and a Winnebago you’ve gotta buy me dinner first.” 

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #ficlet #metalhoops writes #this was originally #meant to be for the poetry poll #but the story went in another direction #as always my stories run away with themselves #I feel pretty proud of some of the lines in here #also I just want to state #when Steve's worrying about not getting #his white picket fence if he's in a queer relationship #that doesn't mean it's not possible #I just imagine the guy would have a clear idea #of a nuclear family in his head #so he might have to tweak his dreams #it's still the 80s #But I do think Steve would be scared shitless #when he realises he's in love #because of all the stuff with Nancy #and his conversations with Robin #about striking out with girls and #not wanting to get into another relationship just for sex #and he's just as much of a 'runner' as Eddie canonically #also I wanted to have a life in strange style #interaction on the train tracks #also complete with all the metalhoops bingo card tropes

[precious-little-scoundrel]

does it *hurt* jeanie the first time she has to take Egan? Is that fic in the making 👀

Oooh it most certainly is in the making -just, it’s not gotten out of my brain onto a page as yet. I’ve got the phone booth scene where all manner of non penetrative shenanigans occur on their first night but yes, you’re right:

-after the phone booth they gotta walk back down the little country lane, kissing and stumbling as they refuse to let go of each other’s waists unless it’s for a little twirl Bucky gives her on occasion.

Cue something like: renting a room at the pub maybe? I’m winging it and “just returned from a stalag Egan” is bound to have some credit stored up for a sudden weekend pass. Lana’s not risking taking a man again without a condom (tho she hasn’t told Bucky why she’s got such a terror of it) and he’s a good all American soldier who’s been taught the importance of wrapping before tapping.

Flash forward to it now being well into the middle of the night, Lana shifting in her heels in the mud outside as Bucky runs into the billet and starts rummaging through Gale’s footlocker by torchlight for his old stash of pro-kit condoms. They’re probably so brittle they could snap tho, something Gals points out when the racket and direct flashlight beam into his eyes wakes him up.

“Ask Croz.” is all Gale has for Bucky.

Croz insists he doesn’t have any about him anymore, Egan asks since when did he become a saint, Croz very knowingly says to ask Douglass for some.

Douglass has plenty, and that’s the story of how Dougie got to tell Ev Blakely that his condoms made it into Lana Tierney.

#wrote out more of a chapter outline here than in my notes lol #💌asks

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #11

Day 11 - Resident Evil - Animal Trap

*

“This way,” Leon whispered urgently, gesturing at Ashley to follow him.

They could hear the infected yelling nearby, searching for them. Leon caught a glimpse of torches through the trees, making their way towards their current hiding spot. He had to move them, even if he’d prefer to avoid looping back towards the village right now. Surely more were waiting there.

With no choice, however, he cautiously led Ashley back that way. They moved slowly and silently, Leon with ease and Ashley with concentrated effort. He’d occasionally grab her arm to guide her away from fallen sticks or leaves that could make noise, but other than that, they moved without interaction. 

Leon was relieved when he saw the torchlight was nearly out of sight now. He didn’t dare use his flashlight right now, even though he was pretty certain they were far enough away from the infected. He knew Ashley was tired from their mad dash to escape earlier, and he didn’t want to risk them having to pull another frantic retreat like that any time soon.

“We’ll keep to the outside of the village,” he said, keeping his voice low. “I doubt they’ll give up looking for us easily, but they won’t expect us to go back that way. We’ll find a place to hide for a bit.”

“Okay,” Ashley said with a nod. She looked frightened, but she tried to straighten her shoulders to mask it with confidence. “That sounds like a good plan.”

Leon nearly smiled at that. He had to give her credit; she was handling the whole situation better than most people would.

Then he stepped forward, and agony erupted in his ankle with a sharp snap.

He just barely managed to shove his arm in his mouth and clamp down on it before he screamed and gave away their position. As it was, a high-pitched noise slipped past and dissipated into a gust of wind. 

“Leon!” Ashley gasped.

He didn’t have to look to know he’d stepped in one of the animal traps. Without his flashlight, he hadn’t seen it coming up on them. 

“Don’t move!” Ashley said, kneeling before him and prying at the trap. “Shit. Leon, give me your knife.”

She didn’t wait, instead reaching up and snatching it from him. Leon’s vision was darkening at the edges, so he concentrated on staying conscious rather than watching her. 

He nearly fell a moment later, but Ashley lunged forward and grabbed him, drawing him into her arms to keep him steady. He gripped her shoulder, probably enough to hurt though she didn’t complain. After a long moment, he allowed her to ease him to the ground.

His ankle was a mess. He felt sick just looking at it. Ashley pushed his cheek until he looked away, though she was pale too.

“Let me…” She shrugged out of her jacket and began to cut it into messy strips with his knife. 

Leon put his arm back in his mouth in anticipation. A low groan of pain slipped past as she began to wrap his ankle.

He’d never be able to move well like this, and they both knew it. But Ashley tended to him with extreme care, treating him like a friend instead of deadweight. In his pained state, he couldn’t help but be grateful for her tender care of his injury.

“We need to get someone secure,” she said, taking the lead. “Can you move enough for that if I help you?”

He nodded, though he actually wasn’t sure. He was bad, and he doubted he’d be able to put any pressure on his ankle. He was a heavy man, weighed down with muscle and weapons. Ashley couldn’t support him for long. 

Still, her determined look announced she wasn’t giving up on him. Rather than waste time arguing, he let her help him up and they slowly made their way along. 

Jesus, Leon would be lucky if he didn’t lose his foot after this. He’d need medical attention to avoid infection, if he lived long enough with all the blood loss. Best case scenario probably still involved surgeries and months of physical therapy just to walk properly again. 

Despite all that, his thoughts barely lingered on that reality. Instead, he glanced at Ashley and felt despair claw at him. In his condition, he couldn’t keep her safe.

And with the infected hunting them, he’d be lucky if he could protect her until help arrived, if help could even be sent.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #animal trap #resident evil 4 #fic writing #leon s kennedy #ashley graham #resident evil #jtdoeswhumptober

[ask-pastkeirastarlight-discord]

On that decision, every pony used their magic to serve as a torchlight as they made their decent down the stairs in front of them. While Keira wasn't looking, Discord attempted to summon a torch or a flashlight, but much to his surprise, his magic did nothing in this temple. He was about to say something, but seeing how Keira was so confidently leading the others, he decided against it and followed along sheepishly.

The light from the horns of every pony wasn't exactly bright enough to light a room, but it certainly worked well enough to act as torches. There wasn't much that could be made out in the dark corridors ahead of them, but onward they pressed.

Heartisty: So how did your mom know the song?

Keira: My guess is my dad must've taught it to her. I didn't get to know my dad since he passed before I was born, but I think it's kind of a gift from him in a way.

Moondancer: That's a nice way to think of it, but do you know if your dad was ever here to begin with?

Keira: It's hard to say. I still need to find that last talisman, but I almost feel like we may find it here. I mean, like you all said before, Discord's magic must've gotten us here for a reason.

Timber: That's the spirit, Cousin! Hey, think we'll find any Diamond Dogs in here?

With Timber's joke, every pony couldn't help but to laugh a little bit. As they continued on, Discord tried his best to be emotionally supportive to every pony else, still aware that he wasn't able to do anything with his magic.

#ask me #askme #mlp ask blog #ask-pastkeirastarlight-discord #story #keira starlight #heartistry #moon dancer #timber rush

[sparxwrites]

“Hey, Pearlie.” 

Those two words were all the warning Pearl got before a cold finger snuck its way between the skin of her neck and the collar of her shirt. She jumped, with a deeply undignified noise – a squeaky screech that turned into a hiss – as she wriggled out of cold-finger range and turned to glare at the server’s resident Problem.

Grian’s cackling laughter died in his throat as she glowered at him. 

At first she thought that, for once, she’d successfully intimidated him. Then his head cocked to one side, his eyes widening. “Woah,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t know you glowed.”

Suddenly self-conscious, Pearl ducked her head, tugging her collar higher – the better to protect her necks from further attacks. If the movement happened to shake some of her hair in front of her eyes – pale, blueish, luminous well. That was entirely coincidental. 

It only happened at the full moon, but… the moon had been full a lot, recently. Almost every night, as a matter of fact. And it was a very full moon, too. Growing fuller, closer every day. 

Her usual faint cats-eye reflection had ramped up to silvery torchlight as the moon approached, brightening by the night. The diffuse glow of her pupils had strengthened, until it picked out the individual blood vessels in her eyes and backlit them into fine red filaments. The hair hung around them turned to hot, glowing wire in the light. 

Impulse had told her, the other night, that her eyelids glowed red-orange and numinous when she closed them. Like she’d put a flashlight behind them. She hadn’t known how to feel about that.

“Yeah, well,” she muttered, when the silence stretched too thin. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, now. S’been a while, hasn’t it?”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. It wasn’t his fault. She knew it wasn’t his fault. Through the half-curtain of her hair, she saw him recoil a little, and her heart hurt with it. He hadn’t wanted to leave. Hadn’t had a choice.

But… it was true, nonetheless. He’d been gone a long time. He’d missed a lot.

Grian bit his lower lip, chewed on it a little, one sharp canine digging into the softness of it. His eyes searched her face, looking for something in the strange-cast shadows of her features. “It wasn’t– Them, was it?” he aked, one hand still half-outstretched towards her. It hung awkwardly in the air. “They didn’t…”

She could hear the fear in those words. The worry. The care.

“No.” Pearl sighed, closed her eyes for a moment. The bitten-off noise of shock from Grian slipped like a dagger into her belly.. “No, it wasn’t Them. Not as far as I know, anyway. It just sort of… happened. I think I just sort of– changed. You know?”

Grian looked at her for a long moment, and his expression was unreadable, even by the lamplight of her glowing moon-eyes. “…Yeah,” said, eventually. His voice was very soft, his mouth held in the shape of something small and sad and entirely unlike a smile. His hand fell back to his side, leaving the space between them bright and empty once more. “Yeah. I mean– of course. Like you said. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

#grian #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #hermitfic #fic #hermits crafting #prompt was 'phosphoresce' #and then i made it sad.........................

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Nothing Hurts | Leon x Luis RE4

Chapter 4 | 5.2k

The story of tragic righteousness where nobody is hurt and everything is perfect. Except nothing is perfect in hell.

A re-imagining of the events of the Resident Evil 4 remake where Luis and Leon get the ending they deserved.

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Wow this ones a big boy compared to the others- I got carried away and accidentally wrote too much but I didn’t want to halve it so here it is! :)

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Leon came to with a jolt as the sun was dipping below the trees on the hills. His head pulsed and his body ached where he had landed. He muttered curses as pulled himself back up and onto the seat grabbing at his arms before realising where he was. The taste of blood lingered in his mouth as he just sat there for a minute. The boat was slowly filling up with water which had soaked his left side. Pulling on the motor string, Leon forces it to work again and speeds off towards the boathouse hopefully before the boat sinks and he becomes fully soaked. 

He made it just in time, the boat gurgling as it sunk into the lake. The boathouse was dark because of the lack of light making it into the valley, meaning he must’ve been out for a good few hours. Leon mentally slapped himself for wasting so much time. He patched through to Hunnigan. She was probably worried he fucking died.

“Condor One to roost,” he called in. “Do you read me?”

Hunnigan immediately picked up, as was her job, but she was frantic.

“Condor One!? You’ve been radio silent for three hours. Are you alright?”

Three hours. Shit. 

“Yeah…  I’m fine. Won't let it happen again.”

Hunnigan sighed, “And the church?”

“Still looking for whatever ‘key’ I need.”

“Copy that,” a pause. “I’m glad you’re ok. Roost out.”

Leaving the boathouse Leon was met with a near pitch black forest, having to pull out his flashlight. Night exploration was a pain because you couldn’t see anything and the torchlight was a beacon for enemies. There was no one immediately in the vicinity but as Leon approached a bottleneck in the road, chanting could be heard. Crouching down through a rocky crevice, Leon quietly stalked up to the voices. He could see shadows of two people against the stone cliff beside him, cast from a fire or candles around the corner he couldn’t see. As he got closer the chanting got more frantic. One of the villagers yelled and its shadow convulsed, its head exploding with something erupting from it. Leon cringed as he saw some of the blood spatter from around the corner and long fleshy tentacles whipping around. What the fuck?  He moved forward slowly again, stepping on a large stick, however, which snapped loudly. The villagers up ahead were alerted and stumbled his way. The first villager that emerged from around the corner was the one with the weird fleshy mound for a head, tendrils lashing out towards his direction.

Leon stood up to take aim and shot a few rounds into the guy's head. It didn’t die though which concerned him. The second villager came around the corner and Leon decided to take him out first. Within the same amount of shots it was dead but immediately started convulsing on the floor. Leon couldn’t get to it to knife it dead dead either because he was blocked in by the… twisty guy. 

The villager on the floor’s head exploded then and another fleshy head replaced it, the same as the other guy. Leon groaned.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Deciding to just save his ammo and not bother with fighting these guys, Leon pulled out a flash grenade to stun them and run past. He covered his eyes and prepared for the flash as the grenade went off. Except the flash pierced his eyes through the cracks left by his arm, causing his head to sear in pain as he dropped to one knee, ears ringing. He shook his head to get rid of the fuzziness, looking up to see the two villagers lying dead on the floor, the fleshy heads having disintegrated and left a soggy puddle on the ground. 

“What the fuck?” Leon huffed, standing up straight again. “Twisty sons of bitches.”

Jogging past the dead bodies, Leon continued along the path. He had a key to look for and Ashley wasn’t getting any safer in that church if she hadn’t been taken away by now already. The path led into a cave which then opened out into a small room off to the side. In the room was an altar between two large hand statues. 

“Some kind of shrine?” Leon muttered as he got closer. On the wall between the statues was a symbol. “Same mark from the church.”

Yep this was the church key. It was held together by mini stone hands which Leon assumed that the larger statues had something to do with it. On the far wall was a map with two locations marked on it. He may have said finding information was easy but applying the information was not.

Finding the first stone key was fairly straight forward. Leon followed the cave system through a loop and used another convenient boat around the corner, taking out villagers as he went. As soon as he got up to the caged up head, Leon inspected the stone tablet with several buttons and realised he needed to be looking out for symbols. So back he went, scanning the walls of the cave for hastily scrawled symbols on the walls and made it back to the key. He imputed the symbols and the gate opened loudly. Leon was faced with a weird demon looking statue with a suspicious line running around its neck and figured he just had to lift the head off its perch. 

The head, once disconnected, spurted blood coloured liquid which leaked all over his hand. Leon grimaced with disgust, shaking as much of the liquid off as he could, not really wanting to find out what it was and especially not  being stuck with it on his pants.

He returned to the room with the church key and placed the stone head onto one of the hands. Half of the mini hands holding the church key twisted and released the key. Now he just needed to make it back across the lake.

Before heading off, Leon leaned down over the edge of the dock and dipped his hand in the river, washing off the blood. He looked around the cavern, spying the other end of the merchant’s workshop. The church key could wait for a moment, he was running low on supplies. 

He steered the boat to the lower platform and climbed up to meet the merchant. The same scruffy British voice greeted him. 

“Hello there, stranger. Care to run an errand for me? Or two ha ha.” Leon leaned on the desk nearby, picking out supplies he needed.

“What errands?” “Need an egg. A gold one. I’ll pay you handsomely for one of them buggers. That or I need three snakes.

Leon scoffed, “I’m not going out searching for snakes in the wilderness.” “You’d be surprised how many of them end up in bloody crates, ha. Chicken egg it is.” Leon restocked up on ammo and invested in some more first aid spray while he was there. It was the exact same stuff the American government had packed him with except the text was all in Spanish of course.

“So,” Leon reloaded his weapons absently. “What’s so special about the gold ones? Can you even find them?”

“You have yet to witness the power of a gold chicken egg, eh? Nothing much. It's gold.” “Seriously?” Leon looked at him incredulously. Was he really about to go out of his way to find just a funky looking egg.

“No. But I can't have you running off with my egg if I tell you what they can really do, am I right?” Leon shook his head and started back for his boat, the merchant calling back to him, “Thanks, mate!”

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Leon took the boat out to the other side of the lake, speeding through another cave before coming to a stop at a tower looking construct. There weren’t any people lurking around which put Leon somewhat at ease. He didn't bother to check if the door down the bottom was open or not and began another climb and search of strange painted symbols on various surfaces. Leon absently wondered how the hell someone managed to paint up on stalactites but there wasn’t any time to worry about it because he made it to the key code to the door. Three more symbols were imputed and the gate opened. Leon grabbed the head, careful of the splash of blood that came with it and descended down the tower to check out the lower room. Maybe there was some treasure he could collect. Damn that merchant and turning Leon into a treasure freak.

On his way back across the lake, Leon spotted another light to his left. There was another flat area beneath the hills that was fenced off. He decided to check it out and upon closer inspection the land was a chicken coop. Might as well go search for that chicken egg the merchant wanted. He wasn't planning on doing it in the first place but he was here now and  he wouldn’t pass up the chance to gather some dinner.

Leon searched around the coop, walking laps in circles, startling chickens left and right, picking up a few normal eggs for later as well. Just as he was going to give up and move on, he spotted a flash of gold out the corner of his eye. There lying on the ground, nestled between hay and mud, was a golden chicken egg. Leon chuckled in disbelief, rubbing a hand down his face. A fucking gold chicken egg. Leon picked it up and headed back to the cave that held the key for the church and the reward he was going to get for this egg.

The second stone head was placed on the other hand statue, fully unlocking the circular key. Leon tucked the key away safely and headed back to the merchant’s safe house. The first thing Leon did was place the golden chicken egg on the merchant's table, startling the man awake from a nap. 

“I didn’t expect you to actually do it,” the merchant smirked, taking the egg and hiding it away somewhere. 

“Yeah, well, it  was on the way,” was all Leon said, not wanting to clue the merchant in that he was somewhat now addicted to finding treasures. 

“Thanks for the help, stranger. Your payment.” A few purple crystals were placed into Leon’s hand. He looked at them and then at the merchant perplexed. 

“Spinels. Special currency. Some things money just can't buy. Take a look.” The merchant slid over to another section of his little store, pointing out “special” stock. Leon pocketed the spinels, deciding to spend them on something that would actually be useful for later instead of a few jewels or gunpowder he could find elsewhere. He could never tell what expression the merchant had but he vaguely thought he caught disappointment on the other man’s face when he left. 

“See ya later, then.” Leon waved over his shoulder, making sure that the church key was secure in one of his pouches preparing for the jog back to the church. He wanted to get to Ashley as soon as possible. Having the church key himself reassured him that she must still be there but that didn't mean she was safe.

The night brought rain, the clearing Leon passed through empty of any crows that he found everywhere else during the previous day. The gate where Leon entered was mysteriously locked up with no clear way of opening it which would be a real hindrance to his mission if he couldn't find a way back. Leon grumbled and returned back to the clearing, deciding to go back and ask the merchant about it when a ground rumbling roar came from the other side of the area. Another gate dropped, blocking the way back to the merchant, something big battering against the solid gate beside it. He was locked in an arena. He looked up to see a figure cloaked in red distorted by the rain.

The big creature bashed through, revealing a massive ugly troll looking monster. Maybe he had been too cocky when he’d mentioned the massive weapon earlier and he hoped the creature wasn't smart enough to go find it. 

The giant’s arms sweeped for him, Leon ducking under it and scrambling to get behind and to the other side of the arena. He pulled out his rifle and aimed for its head. The giant seemed to feel pain as it howled and angrily charged towards Leon, however he was going to take a lot of effort. Leon spent most of this time running for clear ground and getting shots in where he could. 

The giant roared again, paying Leon no mind as he shot at him, making a beeline for one of the sheds that lined the edges of the arena. Leon lowered his weapon. 

“Surely not.” Surely yes. The giant ripped the house out of the ground and launched it in Leon's direction. He barely managed to jump out of the way of its path, stumbling in the mud. The giant made wide sweeping motions with its arms again, Leon diving out of the way as quickly as possible. The rain made the earth slippery, his hair sticking to his face and in his eyes making things all the more difficult.

Leon could vaguely hear howling in the distance over the pouring rain, sighing to himself. He wasnt going to deal with rabid wolves in addition to a fucking troll. Behind him he heard snarling and barking. He whipped around and up on the higher ledges of the hills around the arena was the wolf he had saved earlier.

“Hey, it’s that dog.”

The wolf jumped down, running circles around the troll, distracting it. While it was a welcome relief from the stress for Leon, the troll was chasing the wolf with its eyes round and round in circles so he couldn't get a good shot in. The wolf darted out of the way of a swooping grasp and dove back in, teeth latching onto the giant’s heel causing it to howl. Out of it’s back, emerged a slimy worm looking thing, not unlike the twisty fuckers he’d seen earlier. 

“You got worms too?” He pulled out his rifle and trained it on the worm, hitting it a couple of times, bringing the giant to its knees. He rushed up to it, knife in hand, and scaled the giant to slash at the exposed weak spot. He got a few slashes in before he was bucked off and the giant regained its strength. Now that he knew how to defeat this thing the game was on.

The dog circled the giant again which angered it more. The giant reared back its leg before striking the dog, kicking it back several feet. Leon’s heart dropped for a second but the dog got back up. The giant ignored the barking and the shower of bullets into its back that Leon was hoping would draw out the worm again. It grabbed onto a second house bracing to lift it. Leon swiftly shot at the giant’s hand which caused it to drop the house it was holding onto its feet. Apparently splitters were enough for the worm to emerge again so Leon continued to attack the weak spot. The giant eventually tumbled again and Leon slashed at the worm. Soon enough the giant howled and threw Leon off it which sent him sprawling into the mud. 

The giant hollered and crumbled to the ground one last time. Leon dropped his shoulders in relief, covered in mud with the rain quickly washing it off. The gates around the arena opened again letting him out. 

“God damn,” Leon breathed shakily, looking down at the dead troll in relief. “I was almost a pancake. I simply must tell god about this one.”

He was about to leave for the church when the barking of the wolf caught his attention. Glancing back up to the ledges, the wolf was laying out panting. He looked up at it with a small smile.

“Thanks bud.” He journeyed back to the old church.

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The church was still quiet when he made it back, no villagers around for now luckily for him. Leon placed the church key in the gate and like hands on a clock it spun, triggering the poles to drop. The door behind the gate was open and he was finally inside. 

“Ashley Graham? I’m here to help!”

The main room was doused in colourful light from the moonlight outside shining through the stained glass window above the altar. Ashley wasn't anywhere on the first floor after exploring but there was a locked gate to the side of the main chapel area. 

Inspecting the altar he found a puzzle which required an extra piece which was easily found in the church. The stained glass had to be rearranged in a certain orientation which was really not that difficult to figure out. Seems like they had exhausted all their time in hiding the main key to bother with any more meaningful security measures. The gate clicked to the side and Leon went through, climbing to the second floor. There was a long corridor which wrapped all the way around the church but it wasnt a loop so he wouldn’t be able to miss her.

“Ashley, you in there?”

Leon came up to a door on the left. He opened it up cautiously waiting for something to jump out at him. Sure enough a high pitched grunt and a candlestick came crashing towards him. He quickly dodged the candlestick, finally finding the young girl holding it. 

“Just let me go,” Ashley pleaded. Leon had to admire the girl’s strength because they candlestick certainly looked a little worse for wear. Ashley swung gthe candlestick at him again to which he easy caught it.

“Hey, easy with that!” He tossed the candlestick away which in hindsight might have been too aggressive as the girl looked absolutely terrified. He didn't approach her, instead taking a step back to appear less menacing. “My name's Leon. I’m here on the president’s orders to-”

Ashley ran at the opportunity as Leon stepped backwards leaving a gap for her to dash out of the room. Leon sighed. Yep, definitely a bit too aggressive. 

“That went well,” he muttered to himself, following after Ashley. She hadn’t run towards the exit so he hadn’t lost her yet. He quickly walked to the front of the church on the second level, seeing Ashley looking out the floor to ceiling window. 

“Hey. It’s dangerous outside,” Ashley ignored him and continued to stare out the window. They needed to leave now and Leon was starting to get a little more urgent. “You need to listen to me-” “What is that? Over there?” she interrupted him, pointing out to a hoard of villagers approaching the church. A sharp ringing pierced Leon's ears as he and Ashley grimaced.

Pursue them. The lost lambs are escaping. Deliver unto them… Salvation.

The piercing pain let up and Leon turned to Ashley earnestly.

“Your father trusts me,” He looked her directly in the eyes. “And I need  you to trust me too, and do exactly as I say. I’m gonna get you home safe.”

Tears began to well up in Ashley’s eyes but she held them back with a brave face and a nod.

“Ok…Ok, Leon.”

Leon turned just as the villagers entered the church's lower floor. He crouched down to avoid being seen, gesturing to Ashley to do the same. “Alright. Let’s get the hell  out of here,” Leon muttered to which Ashley eagerly  agreed. Leon signalled to her to follow him and they made their way around to another ladder which led to the top floor. Leon stayed crouched on the ground and waved over to Ashley.

“I’ll boost you up. Get the ladder.” Ashley nodded hesitantly and climbed onto his shoulders as he hoisted her up to the next platform. Ashley pulled herself up, turning around to drop the ladder down for Leon to climb up behind her. Leon took the lead again, searching the attic for any way out. He came across a window which overlooked a lower ledge below easy enough to get down to. Leon climbed up onto the window sill, Ashley gasping from behind him. Leon dropped down and Ashley rushed to the window to see if he was alright. Leon looked back up at her, completely fine, waving her down.

“No way-”

“It’s ok. I’ve got you.” Ashley began to protest before thinking better of it. Leon surely knew what he was doing. She jumped up to sit on the edge of the windowsill before jumping over, arms crossed over her chest and eyes shut tightly. She landed with a small yelp in Leon’s arms, heart hammering from the free fall.

“You alright?” Leon let her down and helped steady her until she nodded slowly. Leon jumped off the ledge up ahead, glancing back at Ashley as she climbed down the ladder like a sane person, calling Hunnigan to report in.

“Roost, I’ve secured Baby Eagle.”

“Copy that,” came Hunnigan’s pleased reply. “Is she ok?”

“Affirmative.” “Good job, Condor One. I’ll dispatch a chopper ASAP”

Hunnigan quickly typed into her computer, the clicking of the keys audible through the comms, “I’m  sending you the coordinates for the extraction point. Make your way there. And don't let anything happen to Baby Eagle.”

“Copy that.”

“Hurry, the weather is getting worse. Roost out.”

Leon led Ashley around the side of the church, signalling her to crouch down as they snuck past villagers in the courtyard. Leon halted them behind a large rock watching stray villagers wander into the church. They managed to slip out through the gates and into the graveyard but were met with another hoard of villagers. 

“Stay close to me!” Leon tried weaving the two of them through the graveyard, avoiding the most threatening group of oncomers. “What is wrong with these people!” Ashley cried, keeping low to avoid the grabbing hands of the villagers. They ran through a tunnel, heading back towards the village centre through the town hall. The extraction point was nearby but they couldn’t get anywhere with a hoard on their trail. Leon was hoping they could lose them somewhere deeper in the village. 

More angry villagers blocked their path in the centre, Leon hastily pulling out his shotgun to thin out the crowd enough for them to run, “Spread out!” Ashley ducked behind a nearby house as Leon took out a few of the villagers, calling out to her again to follow him as they ran by the outskirts of the square. They ran through the farm again, jumping over the paddock fence to loop around the oncomers. They made it to the bridge, villagers hot on their tail when Leon noticed the gate to the house up ahead was open. He remembered it was locked shut. The door burst open and Luis waved them over urgently.

“Hey! Over here!” His voice was drowned out by the rain but  Leon got the idea and led Ashley into the villa, closing the gate behind him. Ashley heaved beside him, trying to catch her breath. He put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance before turning back to Luis. 

“You,” Leon stalked towards Luis, the other seeing the anger in his gait and quickly put his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, listen. About earlier, I-”

“Yeah about that,” Leon grabbed Luis by the shirt and shoved him into the wall. Luis’ face contorted in pain for a moment before he glanced to the side. Leon followed his gaze.

“Heyyy. I see you found your missing señorita.”

Ashley seemed to have regained her breath and joined them over at the wall,  a scowl over her face.

“The señorita has a name, and it's Ashley,” she sassed, not taking any shit from a random guy. “And you are?”

Luis smiled, “Name’s Luis. Encantado.”

“Great. We all have names. Now then-” Leon shoved Luis harder into the wall to draw his attention back. “Who are you?  And what’re you doing here?”

Luis chuckled, “Very good questions, unfortunately…”

He tipped his head towards the gate Leon had shut where the villagers had broken in. Leon let go of Luis to get a closer look before turning back to Ashley, “Hide. Now!”

Ashley frantically looked around the villa for somewhere to hide, all previous confidence gone, until Luis spoke up, kneeling beside an overturned wardrobe.

“In that case, here, help me.”

Leon  joined him in the wardrobe and helped Luis lift it up just enough for Ashley to crawl outside. He nodded to the hole in the wall for her to go but noticed her hesitance.

“Go,” he urged, watching Ashley finally crawl under the wardrobe before dropping it back down. With Ashley safe he could now focus on the villagers searching for them. Leon peeked out through the window at the hoard, sizing it up. Luis joined him on the other side, gun raised.

“Ok. It’s game time.”

Leon ran around the room, picking up any loot or ammo that he could find, pocketing it and a few grenades. Luis kept talking, however, and Leon couldn't tell if he just wasn't taking this seriously or if he was just a nervous rambler.

“Hordes of them against two of us,” he flitted around the room dramatically. “Oh, and let's not forget — this mob is made up of monsters.”

The villagers had made it to the windows now and had smashed them in, claiming through. 

“You done warming up? Hope you stretched!”

Leon shot a few of them as they attempted to get inside, knocking them back outside and into the mud. Luis was lagging slightly, boarding up one of the windows to the side. More and more piled up at the windows. Leon quickly grabbed a bookcase and slid it across, simultaneously smashing a villagers skull as well as narrowing down the entry points. The bookcase didn't hold up for long and soon enough a few villagers made it inside. Leon shuffled up the staircase for a vantage point on the villagers before deciding to check out the top floor. He found a few more boards upstairs he could use so he dropped back down to the bottom floor.

“Cover me!” Leon called to Luis, who grunted in acknowledgement, while he boarded up the last two windows. The last few villagers were taken out when they heard knocking up on the top floor.

Running up, the thing that concerned Leon was that they had gotten a hold of  ladders and lent them up against the house. If they couldn't get in through the bottom floor why not  try the top right? Leon kicked down the ladders, taking the villager climbing up with it when he heard yet another crashing sound followed by an unwelcome roar.

Looking to the lower floor, Leon saw the bull headed man run to the staircase, having broken through the window and letting in a whole bunch more of the villagers. Groaning in frustration Leon readied one of his grenades and chucked it to the base of  the stairs killing the villagers on impact but leaving the bull man. At least it had thinned the crowd.

More ladders were propped up against the second floor windows but Leon found himself busy holding off the bull man. He looked to Luis to try to signal to him to knock them back down for him but he too was caught up in a swarm. Leon narrowly dodged the big hammer swung right for his head but in the process was grabbed from behind by another villager. He struggled against the arms  but the bull man was quicker, raising its hammer again. A shot to the head from behind stunned the bull man and a second shot to the villager restraining Leon allowed him to quickly duck away with an appreciative nod in Luis’s direction.

They were caged in, the ladder and the staircase to the lower level not an option anymore with villagers closing in. Another bang.

“Leon! This way, hurry!”

Ashley stood in another doorway having pushed open the door. Leon wasted no time running through the hoarde, Luis in front of him, finally escaping the house. They ran across the bridge, villagers right behind them until they got past a gate. Looking around Leon spotted the wheel mechanism holding the gate up and shot it, causing it to drop and block the path. 

The three of them leaned against the walls of the portcullis, breathing deeply. Ashley’s coughing and choking caught Leon’s attention.

“Ashley-”

She was shaking and still coughing wetly as she held out her hand in front of her. It was covered in blood.

“Whats- What’s happening to me?”

Leon wasn’t sure what to do in a situation like this. He wasn’t a doctor but he knew coughing up blood was bad. He paid no attention when he did it but f Ashley was hurt-

“Ashley,” Luis gently held onto  her bloody hand, his expression grim but it looked like he knew something they didn't. “Is this the first time you’ve coughed up blood like this?”

Right, Luis worked for Umbrella. Surely he’d know what was going on. Ashley nodded at the question.

“You wanna start explaining?” Leon demanded.

Luis took a few steps backwards, “the cry, the blood — it’s caused by something called a… ‘plaga’.”

Leon frowned. That was definitely a lot more intense than he was expecting. Not quite fully understanding, Leon and Ashley just looked at Luis.

“Ok,” luis walked back over to the gate, vaguely gesturing to behind it. “You saw those ‘people’, right? Well, you have the same thing inside you. The same thing that made them like that.”

Leon looked down in thought. Sure he’d survived zombie apocalypses but he’d never had to deal with being infected. This added a whole new layer of complexity to the mission now.

“This,” Luis continued. “What you’re experiencing, these symptoms… They’re only the beginning.”

Ashley began to panic, her voice shaking, “I don't want to become like them.”

“You are, well, lucky,” Luis reassured her. ‘You see, at this early stage the parasite — the plaga. It is possible to remove it with a surgical procedure.”

Parasite. Not even a virus. Leon supposed that made things easier, though he hated to think what the American government would do to him and Ashley if they got hands on the parasite. Luis was being slow on the information and Leon needed him to just get straight to the point.

“And all you need is some know-how. And, oh yeah — the right equipment.”

Luis spun around, pulling away the neckline of his shirt revealing a long jagged scar across his chest. Leon shook his head in frustration and confusion.

“Wait. You too?”

“No worries. See. I have a plan. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

Luis spread his arms out cockily. The bastard knew that they had no choice but to trust him and he was toying with them. Leon sighed and nodded at him. Luis beamed with a clap of victory.

“Great! I guess you wouldn’t mind extra company then?”

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I really didnt know how to really describe the… worm heads of the guadañas soooo fleshy mound 👍 I used that phrase once i think and i also think never again.

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Would you continue Dying hero? Maybe hero ressurects villain and they wreck ha on on the agency? Just a thought

This is such a cool idea, and it’s one I really don’t see in a lot of whump-- Resurrection. Thanks for the ask!

Alongside the trigger warnings listed, I give a fair warning that this piece, by nature of the topic, involves quite a lot of talk of death, corpses, and graves. Please be aware of this.

The last part of this can be found here, with the whole masterlist available here. Enjoy!

CW//Death, graverobbing, resurrection

The flashlight beam cast over the close-cut grass, showing an unflattering representation of the grounds, all divets and footsteps and missed spots by the mower. Little pieces of metal, embedded in tombstone engravings, shone against the torchlight-- A bright array of stars against the backdrop of night sky.

Hero’s boots crunched through tufts of uncut grass and stubborn weeds as they approached the outer bounds of the cemetery. The sprawling plot of land was protected by nothing more than a short, stone fence, perhaps two feet in height. Yet, even so, as they approached the barrier, they stopped, lowering their flashlight beam so that it illuminated no more than two feet in front of them.

They were going to rob a grave.

Behind them, a second set of footsteps rushed, stopping heavily with a gasp.

“You can’t really be doing this!” The voice, the owner of the second pair of footsteps, cried out. At once, Hero hissed, shushing them. They couldn’t afford to make noise, not now. Not here.

“I don’t have a choice.” Hero replied with a shake of their head. Yet, they did not move, unable to help the feeling that their feet were planted to the spot. That they could not step over the wall, even when they very much could.

Instead, they turned back to look at their accompanying compatriot.

Vigilante had been none too pleased when they had received Hero’s visit at their home, just the day prior. Vigilante’s identity, and address, had been obtained through Hero’s network of contacts, a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who might have just been able to help. Appearing without warning, Hero had nearly been struck with a baseball bat for their troubles.

Yet, their reputation had been enough to convince Vigilante to give them the time of day. On a dreary, overcast afternoon, sitting on the ratty couch in Vigilante’s apartment, Hero had made their case.

Had Vigilante agreed out of pity? Certainly. But, right about then, pity was the only thing that Hero had going for them, the only currency they could offer.

Their compatriot had been surprisingly willing to aid in the effort of resurrection-- Up until they learned that Hero was not actually in possession of the body.

Even finding the location of Villain’s body was agonizingly difficult, in a way that it most certainly should not have been. Leader, that bastard, had been no help in the slightest, and the rest of the team had been sworn to silence.

Of course, they had been sworn to silence, but Leader never thought about the lower people. The clerks, the secretaries, the IT staff. It was through a secretary that Hero had tracked down the hearse company, then the particular driver who had worked the case, locating the cemetery. From there, all it took was the testimony of a groundskeeper to find the particular grave.

All that effort, and Hero had found themself stopped by a wall.

“Is this really the right thing to do?” Vigilante at last questioned, moving to Hero’s side, yet keeping a foot’s distance.

It was that notion that unfroze Hero’s feet from where they had been fastened.

“Yes.” Simply, Hero replied, stepping with ease over the short cemetery wall. “They died for me. They died to save me. I have to bring them back. They don’t deserve to be in the ground. I don’t care if it means taking their place, taking their coffin.

I’m bringing them back.”

Vigilante nodded. There was no arguing with the ferocity in Hero’s voice.

The two moved, with crunching footsteps over well-mowed grass- along a trodden dirt path, weaving throughout the park.

From the groundskeeper, Hero had obtained both the location of the grave, and the fake name placed upon their tombstone. They could not so much as have been buried with their real name-- The smallest dignity could not be afforded to them.

The nearer they grew to the location of Villain’s corpse, the slower Hero’s legs moved, as though attempting to delay the inevitable.

Yet, regardless of their body’s unconscious attempts, they arrived at their destination. There was nothing spectacular about the location in which Villain’s body had been interred-- A patch of newly-disturbed grass, marked by a tiny concrete panel, reading a generic name and date.

Not even the date of death was correct. Could Villain have no dignity? Not an ounce?

“This is the place?” Vigilante questioned.

Hero nodded silently.

“I... I can’t do this.” Hero admitted, a pathetic undertone threatening to crack in their throat. “I can’t dig up a body, I can’t-”

A hand on their shoulder. Vigilante’s gaze met theirs.

“It won’t be my first rodeo.” They promised. “With powers like mine, I spend more time in graveyards than I’d like to admit.

Hand me the shovel.”

Hero nodded, and did so. With the sound of disturbed dirt, metal on soil, in the background, they slumped against a tree. Not looking. They tried to ignore as the edge of the trowel struck the top of the coffin, as the lid creaked open.

When they at last looked up, Vigilante was no longer alone.

In their arms, carried bridal style, was another person. Limp, yet, with the ever-so-subtle rise and fall of their chest.

They still bore the same scars, the marks from the dozen and a half restraints.

Numbly, Hero hauled themself to their feet. Ever so agonizingly slowly, they moved to Vigilante. To Villain.

“Villain?” Hero croaked. They had considered this moment for oh, so long. Yet, now that it had arrived, their tongue felt leaden inside their mouth. What was their possibly to say?

They could think of one time.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, I-” And, now, they were crying. Hero was crying.

Vigilante raised their head to look at them.

“They’re still asleep. They will be for some time.

Let’s get them somewhere safe, for now. The apologies can come later.”

And oh, how many apologies there would be.

#villain whumpee #hero whumpee #dying hero #whump #whumpblr #whump community #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #vigilante #hero villain whump #hero villain prompt #hero villain writing #hero villain trope #whump writing #whump prompt #whump trope

[theneverendingbacklogblog]

Thoughts on Dead Space Remake.

From the Evil Assholes (EA) that brought you (closing a famous and renowned studio) and Star Wars Battlefront 2s PR nightmare, EA has produced a stellar remake of its beloved horror Dead Space, without any unnecessary multiplayer or micro transactions tacked on, (As of writing this 22/2/23), which I now publish five months later.

Dead Space looks amazing, with an updated engine, and textures to match the powerhouse units of 2023, the USG Ishimura has never looked better, and never been more traumatizing to stay alive in. Isaac has also received a facelift, modelled to look like his voice actor Gunner Wright. Several roles have also been recast, Hammond and Daniels, with the new actors smashing their roles out of obit.

The story still follows the originals faithfully, albeit with several characters more fleshed out, several new side quests which give more time for side characters to shine. Isaac also drops his strong silent act, and instead comments on the scenario that he finds himself in, making the game feel a lot more natural, for instance Issac swears if he runs out of ammo, or if the player decides to spam the stomp button repeatedly. Neat!

The game is a technical masterpiece, the player can travel around the ship, and backtrack at their leisure, something the original did not allow, when I returned to previous areas, I found Necromorphs who I had killed, lying in the same position from hours before, next to ammo or pieces of the environment I used to kill them.

The games lighting and sound is something to be cheered about, I haven’t felt a more tense atmosphere in a horror game as of late. Hearing Nercomorphs in the walls, and far off in the distance creates a stellar atmosphere dripping with fear of what’s outside the range of my flashlight. Taking away that lighting and leaving the areas in pitch darkness, with the player only being able to use their torchlight to see, is another added mechanic that is a chef’s kiss.

Frustrating elements have been removed, such a transporting a huge spoiler through an area, instead, the player must survive a gauntlet before moving on to the next story beat. As well as the old gravity moving mechanic, instead of having to aim and jump spot to spot, Isaac can use his rocket jets in Zero G, a mechanic that feels fun to use, and could have been a disaster if the programmers didn’t get it right.

All in all, Dead Space 2023 is a game that should delight new players, and make old players rejoice. Gameplay feels fresh, and fun. A fresh face lift has brought this game back to life much like the Necromorphs in the game, it’s a solid horror, with fantastic action thrown in. I have high hopes for a Dead Space 2 Remake. If you are a fan of sci fi horror, this game is highly recommended.

#the never-ending backlog blog #dead space remake #Dead Space #Horror Games #games of 2023

[canofhappy]

@aro-aizawa hello mutual in law! Thank you for the questions, this was really fun :D

audio transcript under the cut

Question number one, "What is your name and username?". Ummm. Online my name is Hap - I'm not going to reveal my real name, sorry - uh, my username is canofhappy.

Question number two, "What will you use to trim grass?". I suppose a lawnmower? I mean, personally my family doesn't have a lawn, so we don't use it to trim grass like that, and, I don't know if you could trim gl- grass like, individually? Anyway-

Question number three, "What region do you come from?". Uh, come from? *laughs* That's a question I've had to answer a lot of the time because I move around a lot. But basically, um I was born in London, England, uh but then I moved around a lot in different places... uh, including California... in the United States. But currently I reside in the Sydney, Australia area.

Uhh question number four, "What terms do you use to call gym shoes?". I think this refers to sneakers? Uh, pff I don't really know, I mean... non-uniformed shoes is what we wear for PE *laughs* sorry.

Number five, "What do you call your grandparents?". Well since I am Chinese, uh on my mum's side I call them lǎo lao, lǎo ye and on my dad's side I call them yé ye, nǎi nai.

Uhhm question number six, "What is that bubbly carbonated drink called?". *Sighs* There's so many bubbly carbonated drinks- Let's just- uh, there's Sprite... OH WAIT soda! Soda. It's just- Everything is soda. *laughs*

Question number seven, "Do you personally think you have an accent?". Oh. Yes. Oh boy. Yes I do. *Laughs* I'm not gonna elaborate.

Question number eight, "What will you use to feed a baby? Or the object and infant slash baby will suck on". Erblegh, pff, you feed a baby using a bottle... or a nipple *laughs* And a pacifier, I think. Or a binky, that's another one.

Question number... nine, "What do you do in a pool?". You swim! You swim and splash people, and do cannonballs and dives and train.

"What machine is used to do the dishes?". A dishwasher? Yeah.

Question eleven, "What do you call shuttle bags?". I don't know what a shuttle bag is! Lemme just Google that. Shuttle... bag... My wifi's not working. Um, dunno. A shuttle bag is a shuttle bag, apparently.

Twelve, "What do you call a close friend?". My bestie... *laughs* No... uh, yeah, close friends is what I call them. I dunno!

Thirteen, "Where do you dump refuse?". A rubbish bin, a garbage bin, or *in exaggerated American accent* a trash can *giggles*. I mostly use garbage.

Fourteen, "What do you call the thing with wheels used to carry groceries in the supermarket?". Uhh, basket? A grocery basket? Like the one you can just get at the front door, yeah, it's like a- my mum's just like "Go get the basket!" and I'm like, "Okay!". Uhh...

"Where will you go to buy medicine?". Over-the-counter ones... pharmacies. Pharmacies.

"What do you call the object used to tie up long hair?". Well. There's hair ties and scrunchies. They're different.

Seventeen, "Who is responsible for advising students in a college?". Uh, student advisor? *laughs* I'm unfortunately, not in college, so wouldn't know. Advising students, student adviser, probably one of those.

Eighteen, "What do you need in the dark?". I was gonna say flashlight on instinct because I've lived in America for like, the... longest time, but. Torch. Torchlight. That.

Nineteen, "What utensil will you use to drink water?". Oh, sacreligious but I use mugs. I mean, use cups but like, mugs. That's mostly what i drink out of.

"Choose any book and read aloud a passage.". Okay, I'm gonna just- go grab one- Okay. This is "All Systems Red" by Martha Wells from "The Murderbot Diaries". I'll just read page one.

I could've become a mass murderer after I hacked my governer module, but then I realized I could access the combined feed of entertainment channels carried on the company satellites. It had been well over 35,000 hours of movies, serials, books, plays, and music consumed. As a heartless killing machine, I was a terrible failure.

I was also still doing my job, on a new contract, and hoping Dr Volescu and Dr... *slowly* Bharadwaj finished their survey soon so they could- so we could get back to the habitat and I could watch episode 397 of Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon

I admit I was distracted. It was a boring contract so far and I was thinking about backburnering the status alert channel and trying to access music on the entertainment feed without HubSystem logging the extra activity.It was trickier to do it in the field than it was in the habitat.

Yeah.

Question... twenty-one! "What is the full meaning of e-mail?". Electronic ma~il!

Uhh twenty-two, "What will you call a daughter of your brother?". Well, since I don't have one yet, eh I wouldn't know the one- the word for it in Mandarin Chinese but... daugher in- no. Yeah daughter in law. No. That's the thing you ca- Wait... I don't have a word for that. A daughter- OH FUCK, a niece! Obviously! I am- *laughs*. Anyway...

Twenty-three, "Where do mazisian- musicians stand on to perform shows?". A platform. A stage, yeah.

Twenty-four, "What will you enter to fly from one country to another?". Enter... like an airport? Or TSA? Or security? Or whatever they call it, 'cause TSA is only for Americans.

Mm... "Where will you carry all your stuff?". In a bag. No! In- luggage- in suitcases. Mm.

Twenty-six, "What is the full meaning of MS word?". M-S Word? Is that a... program? I don't know... sorry.

Twenty-seven, "What do you call it when rain falls while the sun is shining?". *Hesitantly* A rainbow *laughs*. *More confidently* A rainbow *laughs again*. Uhh I think that's what that's referring to.

Twenty-eight, "What do you call the head of a company?". CEO. Or- COO. I don't know what the difference is between the two. I don't know which one runs it. But those are- important people at the very- like, top.

Uhh twenty-nine, "Where would you go to ohh relax overnight?". *In disbelief* What? What? You can do a lot of relaxing things, I don't know how many you can do overnight... My bed? Ahhh? *Whimpering* I don't know!

Thirty, "What do you call someone that cooks?". A cook. *Laughs* A chef.

Thirty-one, "Do you use pet names? If so, what are they? If not, why not?". Um, pet names for my friends? I call them sweetheart, I call them darling, I call them... bestie, I call them girlie. Sorry, if you're not a girl, but, girlie (gender neutral). I call them broooo, uhhh b-broski? I'm sorry for that one- my parents hate it, when I call them bro, a-ny-way.

"How is the family head referred to?". *Blows air* That depends. On who the family head is. Either mum or dad. *Smacks lips* Unless you're talking about- like, grandparents that are really senior- then... I don't know. Whatever their grandparent is? Are?

Thirty-three, "What do you use to change channels on a TV?". A remote control.

Thirty-four, "What do you do with a phone?". You can- call people.

Thirty-five, "List the most popular social network sites.". Um. Currently? I should still include Twitter on that one, right? Haha. Er, *sighs* does... YouTube count as a social network? But- Anyway. Faceboook... Instagram, Snapchat... uh, I don't- I don't really have social media outside of Tumblr. Anyway!

Th-Thirty-six, "What will you obtain to travel to another country?". A passport! Or a visa! I don't know which- one. Both? Yes.

Thirty-seven, "What do you call the food you eat in the morning?". Breakfast, baby!

Uh thirty-eight, "Say three words or phrases that come to your mind.". Children. Uhm, books and stooks. Stooks is not a word. Stooges. Stooges. Um. Those- sneevils. No, weevils. Weevils is a bug that eats rice. Bye!

#hap’s happenings #okay so since recording this (months ago) shuttle bags are duffle bags #and can you tell i recorded this super late at night? also i'm way more english here than usual #audio #described

[ndfan3]

“Raaaargh!” the male guttural growl came echoing down from the gangplanks surrounding the abandoned studio. Nancy leapt up the metal steps two art a time, her flashlight beam urgently searching the strange noise. Suddenly she saw a terrifying sight. Clearly picked out by her torchlight, Nancy saw Ronnie, a look of crazed fury on his face as he expended every ounce of his considerable strength to hoist something aloft and hurl it from the metal platform. And that something was Marcy Robbins, talk show host! Nancy didn’t hesitate but rushed to confront Ronnie who paused, the silent but plainly terrorised Marcy still aloft when he saw the girl sleuth. “Ronnie!” she called out. “What are you doing? You love Marcy!” The big man hesitated. His forward momentum slowed. His mouth began to pucker. “But she doesn’t love me!” he wailed. “Put Marcy down, Ronnie,” Nancy urged soft,y, “this isn’t the way.” An anguished look still on his face, the man nonetheless lowered his arms and slowly lowered the terrified young woman to the floor.

“Ron, you fool - do it!” came a high pitched male voice. “She’s been using you!” Nancy moved the beam from where Ronnie, now collapsed to his knees and sobbing, to the broken man’s left. It was Marcy’s sidekick, weatherman Lewis Mackay. But Ronnie wasn’t listening - he was weeping, his face in his hands. Lewis’ angular face contorted with rage. “Why, you interfering…” he began, “I’ll have to do both of you!” He lunged at Nancy, hands reaching for her throat. Involuntarily,the young detective let out a scream of fright, but Lewis never reached her: Marcy’s foot shot out and Lewis went flying onto the floor of the gangway. At that instant the cinfused Nancy heard a familiar voice, “Nance! What’s going on?” She looked up to see the reassuring figures of George and Bess, incongruously clad in the grey open necked knee length dresses and pantyhose of diner waitresses. Despite everything, the girl sleuth laughed. “What are you…?” she asked. “Oh this!” grinned Bess indicating her uniform, “we are working as extras here in our spare time. I think we look quite sexy!” George frowned at her friend then strode over to the scene of Nancy and the three prone or collapsed figures. “Now will you please tell us what’s happening?”

*

“Lewis preyed on poor lovesick Ronnie,” Nancy explained later, “he wanted Marcy’s job and was furious when she withdrew her resignation. He told Ronnie the camera man that she never liked him really, and that she was dating the producer, Ryan.” “Which was true.” added Bess. “Yes.” agreed Nancy and continued: “Ronnie was heartbroken and angry, but he would never have turned to murder - that was Lewis’ idea, along with the kidnap and the cliff edge scene I just witnessed.” Now safely on the ground, the girl detective looked over to where Ronnie and Lewis sat, propped against the wall, their hands tied behind their backs and their ankles bound together, waiting for the arrival of the police. Grey clad George stood grimly over them, on guard. Ronnie was still sobbing to himself, his head bowed, but Lewis looked furiously around him at his three female captors, straining at his bonds. “I’d have got away with it too if…” There was a hoarse laugh. Marcy, seated on a low stool, sipping coffee and looking exhausted, smiled crookedly at the bound and fuming man and said: “Lewis - surely you weren’t going to say “if not for you meddling kids”?”

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to Let’s Talk Terror, the Nancy Drew Files # 86 (1993)

#nancy drew #woman detective #capture #adventure

[socksandbuttons]

~|| Fix it Felix - Blue, Wreak It Ralph - Horror, Callahan - Queen Toriel ||~

i done it! the first main three dhej. so my idea of a version of Fix It Felix Junior is that it takes place in a horror maze game.

Hide Away Bleak is a lost wanderer and Seek It Hatcher is the Scary Hunter™. basically, all ya gotta do is find an exit for each 6 mazes as they get harder (and believe me, they get hard) and if Hatcher gets you, you’ll have 5 seconds to flash the torchlight at him or you’ll die.

Cadet Toriel, on the other hand, her game is a shooting game but in the sky, y'know? you sit at the made aircraft and shoot the aliens before they invade the world and claim their planet. the lore for the game is as deep as the game Callahan’s in.

aanndd that’s all :] - Paper’d Sends Stuff

AAAA!!!!!!!!!!! CHANGING THE GAME CONCEPT YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS BLUE WITH HIS LIL FLASHLIGHT... aww poor horror hes sensitive to light maze games be the kind i always get lost on rip id die so fast in that game ohmygod cadet toriel...... airplane.... lady..... i love that immensely, u could have a steampunk element in that if u wanted BUT LOOK AT HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <333333 bsdkjs i can only imagine the tragic backstory also before you sent this (and my.... internet outage) i did draw up a similar horor, i like your design with his 'scar' tho. i want to hug him he looks like he needs many hugs. 

‘Row’ as in Ro from Hor ROr (uncreative but i couldnt think ofaltnerative) SEEK IT HATCHER.... I LOVE

#i kept forgetting u sent this in and then kept remembering and then kept forgetting #BUT YEAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! CONCEPT ART OF THEMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #paperd returns #wir utmv au #thats a tag now cause i cant recall if we had one???

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

*Warning Adult Content*

WE CAN TELL THEM - Chapter 20

Mavis

The three of us stayed up until one in the morning, waiting for Georgiou.

I didn't have much to say, so I just listened to Adyen talk about school.

Naylan interjected from time to time and dare I say, they looked like they had an amazing sibling relationship.

"I got a text from Georgiou. He said he won't be back until noon tomorrow, so you three should probably head to bed," Leigh said, walking into the kitchen.

"I'm locking up for the night. Everyone's left," she said, wandering off to the door that led to the back of the restaurant.

She shut the blots and used a key in the lock.

Naylan got off his stool and Adyen copied him.

I got down too, following the two of them towards the stairs that led upstairs.

"Wait for me. I have to give you some blankets. Mavis, so you need some clothes?" Leigh asked, tucking her keys into her pocket before looking over at me.

I stare down at my fitted jeans.

Yeah, there's no way I could sleep in them.

"Some pants maybe."

Leigh nodded.

"Sure thing."

She wandered over to the kitchen drawer, pulling out a flashlight before loving to turn off the light.

Naylan and I could see fine being wolf and coyote but it seemed like Adyen couldn't.

He wandered off to be closer to Leigh.

I squinted at him, wondering if he was part human-like, Leigh.

Leigh led up to a laundry room before handing us all blankets.

She also handed me a pair of nightclothes before leading us back into the main hallway and towards the two doors at the end of the hall.

"You can sleep here, Adyen," she said, gesturing to one door.

"And you and Mavis can share this one," she said, looking over to Naylan, who nodded his head.

"Alright then. If you need anything, I'm a call away. My phone's not on silent," she announced, tapping the pockets of her pants before turning around and walking away.

We watched her until the light of her torchlight faded in the distance.

Adyen opened the door to his room, slipping away before Naylan turned to open the door to the room we were both sharing.

I followed behind him, walking into the smallish room that had a queen-sized bed take up most of its space.

"There's a bathroom down the hallway," Naylan announced, dropping the blankets on the bed before resting his bag against the side table.

"You can take a bath first. Though, I'm not sure if Adyen has gone in first. Let me check," he said, taking out his phone from his pocket before sending his brother a text.

"Yeah, he's in the bathroom."

"I can wait for him," I said, walking over to the edge of the bed before taking a seat.

Naylan looked over at me, nodding his head before sitting down on the bed too.

There was some distance between us.

I wasn't sure if he did it intentionally but it made me anxious.

We sat in silence for a while and I listened to the sound of Naylan texting as my eyes flickered from one end of the room to another.

The building was old.

One could tell from the rough paint and faded floorboards.

Though, it wasn't bad looking.

It looked homey and I briefly wondered how Georgiou's pack was run and how long it had been ongoing.

"Shit."

I turned towards Naylan when he swore.

"Did something happen?" I asked, noticing the wrinkle between his brows and the sad look behind his brown eyes.

He shook his head.

"It's nothing serious."

"Nothing serious?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Are you sure?" I asked, scooting closer to him.

Our thighs touched and I let myself place a hand on his knew.

My heart was beating so loudly that I could hear it in my ears and feel it in my throat.

I closed my eyes for a bit, willing my body to calm down.

I was just getting closer to him to talk.

That part of me didn't need to get excited now.

"Casper's sick..." he trailed, letting out a sigh.

I narrowed my eyes at him, wondering who was in the world that was.

"Is that someone from your pack?"

Naylan frowned a bit, looking confused at my question before his eyes went wide.

"Oh," he said, shaking his head.

"That's right, I didn't tell you about Casper," he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip.

"He's my guinea pig."

"A guinea pig?"

"Yes, I have a pet guinea pig."

Naylan smiled a little.

"His name's Casper," he said, before looking down at his phone again.

I looked at his screen, watching him click into his pronto library before pulling out a picture of the furry brown creature.

"I've had him for a while. I don't let him leave the pack grounds much, since he's getting old. He's three now. I'm not sure how long he has left," he said, scrolling through the gallery.

"Maggie takes care of him when I'm away," he said, before pulling up a picture of a dark-skinned woman I recognized as one of his pack mates.

She was cradling the rodent with one and holding up a piece of lettuce with the other with a smile gracing her face.

"How cute," I said in a low voice, realizing how much I still didn't know about Naylan because I insisted that we keep personal and pack issues out of things.

I was going to keep regretting this... it seems.

"Yeah, Casper's really adorable..."

"Naylan," I called, cutting him off with a squeeze of his knee.

"Remember when I asked you if you wanted to tell your pack about me?"

He dropped his phone, staring down at the hand I had on his knee.

It was almost like he had just noticed that... noticed how I had closed the space between us so that our shoulders touched and we could hear each other's breathing.

"I remember," he said.

"It's still up to you though..."

"Let's tell them," I said firmly, watching Naylan's face for a reaction.

"I...um... why?" he asked, looking up to meet my eyes.

I opened my mouth to explain myself but nothing came out.

I took my hand away from Naylan's knee, rubbing the back of my neck.

"I think it'll be easier to navigate stuff if we didn't have to hide all this, don't you think?" I ended up saying.

"It's kind of exhausting to hide things from my folks and I can't imagine what it's like not telling your brother and packmates."

Naylan was silent for a bit.

"Do I get to tell Georgiou and Leigh too?" he asked and I felt my chest pang.

"Yeah."

He nodded, looking away from me.

I raised a brow, wondering what was so interesting about the headboard of the bed.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, leaning closer.

I noticed that Naylan flinched a bit and there was a long sigh that left his lips.

"I'm fine," he mumbled, sitting up straight but he still didn't look at me.

"I'm fine," he said in a more confident voice but there was a small tremble to it that made me worried.

"If you don't want to tell your folks it's okay..." I trailed, leaning away.

That was my best guess as to what the issue was.

I mean, why else would he be this tense?

"No, it's not that," he sighed, raising his hands to cover his face.

"It's something else."

"What is it?"

"It's embarrassing, so let's pretend like I don't have anything in my mind."

"Naylan..." I reached out to touch his shoulder.

He dropped his hands from his face.

"Promise that you won't be mad."

"I won't be."

His skin was too dark for me to make out a flush but the way he fidgeted with his fingers and avoided my gaze, really has me worried.

"If we tell everyone about us... that we are mated..." he trailed, looking over at me.

"Then us... us having sex wouldn't be an issue, right?"

I could feel the blood drain out of my face, then rush back in as the shock slowly shifted to embarrassment.

"I mean, people smelling us and knowing that we've had sex wouldn't be a big deal then..." he started to ramble.

"Of course, we won't mark each other or properly mate, just sex. I know you don't want that..." he went on, seeming to shrink into the bed with every word.

My face just got hotter and my ears just flooded with more pounding as I tried to pull myself out of my daze.

"Look, you asked me what I was thinking about and I told you. You don't need to look like I killed your cat..."

"Let's do it."

Naylan froze.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I croaked.

"After we tell everyone, we can start having sex, I guess."

I was trying to play it off as nothing but every part of my being was screeching with anticipation.

"Okay," he said, nodding his head.

We sat in silence for a bit before I got up and excused myself to take a shower.

In the bathroom, for the first time, I let myself think about it.

Think about the intimacy from Naylan that I wanted that I had successfully repressed for a long time.

It felt good to think about, albeit a bit embarrassing.

My Wolf seemed pleased with my cooperation.

When I went back to the guest room Naylan got up to take a shower.

I crawled into the bed we were sharing, burying myself under the blankets as I tried to force myself to sleep.

I was still awake when Naylan came back but I pretended I wasn't.

He shuffled in the darkness as he changed into clothes.

He then joined me on the bed, sinking into the mattress with his full weight.

My chest squeezed up at the scent of him.

He smelled like the ocean, which I guess was a common scent for werewolves born close to the beaches and ports.

I liked it.

I wondered if he liked my scent too but it's not like I could just open my eyes and ask.

"You're a lot cuter when you're asleep, you know that?"

I tensed up, worrying that he had found out I was pretending but it seemed like he was simply talking to me while he felt I was asleep.

I felt his palm on my cheek and then the feel of the base of a finger brushing my lips.

"You smell so good," he mumbled, letting out a low growling noise that I hadn't heard from him before.

It sounded like the tone Elijah used sometimes but Elijah wasn't my mate and I found him intimidating, not hot.

The growling continued and it sent shivers down my spine.

I liked it.

I liked his Alpha tone and for a fraction of a second, I even felt a bit upset he intentionally changed his tone around me not to seem intimidating.

"I want to kiss you," he said in a low voice, letting out a grunt as he settled with pressing his forehead against mine.

"Why don't you want to date me?"

He was panting now but then he stopped, letting go of my face before drifting into light breaths.

I'm assuming he went to sleep.

My chest was filled with butterflies.

Naylan still liked me?

That's a relief.

I was starting to get paranoid that he had come to terms with our initial agreement.

The initial stupid agreement I put forward.

I am such an idiot.

An idiot who couldn't admit his feelings because he's talked a lot of shit in the past.

[kssingh]

According to a newsreel from China, a young boy there possesses the ability to see in the dark. Like a Siamese cat's, his sky-blue eyes flash neon green when illuminated by a flashlight, and his night vision is good enough to enable him to fill out questionnaires while sitting in a pitch-black room.

News first broke of Nong Youhui's cat-like eyes in 2009 when the boy's father, Nong Shihua took him to a hospital in Dahua, southern China as he was worried about Youhui's bright blue eyes. Nong observed that his son's eyes remained the same color over the years but did not seem to harm the boy. The family soon got used to the abnormality.

When the boy was in school, his teacher noticed that Youhui squinted and complained about blurry vision in bright light. One of Youhui's friends told the teacher that his eyes were like a cat's and that he could see in the dark. Intrigued, the teacher shone a torchlight in Youhui's eyes and they flashed. He then invited the boy to catch crickets at night. Without using a flashlight, Youhui managed to catch some.

Rumors of his 'gift' soon spread and a few reporters got him to do tasks in a dark room, including answering some math questions. Not only did he see in the dark, but he also answered all of them correctly. Experts believe he was born with a rare condition called leukoderma which has left his eyes with less protective pigment and more sensitive to light.

Fact ***Cat boy*****😃😃😃😃

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