#making it where i would have to go deep into the guts of my computer to delete every associated file and reinstall the driver

[patrickztump]

got an ipad so i had to draw my son in his many positions of rest

#patches #domestic shorthair #digital art #things i make #catblr #i got an ipad last year but took it back because my wacom had started working #well between then and recently the wacom has made decisions to do all but work #making it where i would have to go deep into the guts of my computer to delete every associated file and reinstall the driver #just to get it to work. happened multiple times and support was like ‘weird. just use this old update indefinitely’ so like. that isnt ideal #so i got an ipad (again)

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No Time To Lose

Summary: Bucky is going to confront you for why you have been avoiding him but when he comes home he finds out you have been kidnapped

Warning: Mentions of kidnapping and torture

Part 1 Part 3

Bucky couldn't bear the growing distance between you any longer. He knew he had to talk to you and stop the tension that had been building. The constant absence of your touch, your laughter, and your presence had made him realize just how much he needed you.

One evening, as he mustered up the courage to have the conversation, he decided to surprise you at home. He wanted to show you that whatever he did wrong he deeply regrets it and stop whatever had caused this sudden change in your behavior.

However, when Bucky entered the apartment, he found it eerily quiet. The atmosphere felt heavy, and his heart clenched with a sense of foreboding. He called out your name, but there was no response.

Panic surged through his veins as he quickly searched every room, hoping to find you. It was then that he noticed something off—a broken vase on the floor, shattered glass scattered across the room.

Bucky's hands trembled as he desperately dialed your number, hoping against hope that you would answer. But each ring went unanswered, intensifying his anxiety. Fear gnawed at his heart as he realized something was terribly wrong. Where were you? Why weren't you picking up?

Unable to waste any more time, Bucky quickly dialed Sam's number, his voice filled with urgency. "Sam, it's Y/N. She's in trouble. I can't reach her, and I don't know where she is. I need your help."

Sam's voice conveyed his concern as he responded, "Don't worry, Bucky. I'm on my way. We'll find her together. Just hold on."

Bucky's mind replayed every moment, every conversation, searching for any signs he might have missed. Anything that could show what had happen to you. Bucky's mind raced with worry as they searched for any sign of your whereabouts. Doubt gnawed at his thoughts, questioning every decision he had made leading up to this moment. Did I miss any signs that something was wrong? Should I have noticed your distress sooner?

But as the minutes ticked by, Bucky's conviction grew stronger. Deep down, he knew you would never willingly leave him without a word. Your love had been genuine, your connection real. It didn't make sense that you would simply disappear without a trace. His gut told him that something was terribly wrong.

That is when he saw Sam walk in with a computer in his hand. "Well I asked the landlord for the security cameras and he was happy to give it to Captain America." Sam says laughing trying to lighten the mood as he sits down, but no reaction from Bucky. "Well what did you find?" Bucky says eagerly. "I see that Y/N got captured while heading in, but its a little blurry to see the number plate." Sam says while showing Bucky "But I do know someone who can get it, wait here." Sam walks out to make a phone call.

The guilt intensified, a suffocating presence that threatened to consume him. He blamed himself for not being there, for not protecting you when you needed him the most. His mind raced with a barrage of "what ifs" and self-recrimination.

Sam comes back awhile later to inform Bucky he found where Y/N is held captive and they rush off to find you.

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Y/N's heart raced as she found herself trapped, held captive by Brock. She knew Bucky would come for her, and she held onto that hope tightly. But the more Brock tortured he, she felt as if all that hope was slipping away.

"Poor, poor Y/N I really thought your boyfriend would save you" Brocks says putting a knife near your neck. "I can't believe he would let someone as precious as you thrown away"

"I don't give a fuck what you believe" you say spitting at brock

Brock punches you and you feel blood come out of your moth. "You need to learn to not be a bitch, before we can play". You can see the look Brock gave you and it didn't make you feel good. He starts to walk away and comes back with collar and puts it on you. You try moving your neck but you feel a sudden pain of electrical shocks.

He lifts your chin up "You better hope your boyfriend comes in time, because a few more shocks and your dead" he says with a smile while he walks outs.

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A few hours later you see the door open in but the tears in your eyes make it hard for you to make out the figure. There was so many of Brock's henchman here you couldn't tell which one was Brock or not.

That is when she caught a glimpse of Bucky hiding behind some crates. Bucky gave you a soft smile while he disapeared into the dark.

However, luck seemed to elude him as a creaking floorboard betrayed his presence. The sudden sound alerted Brock's henchmen, who immediately converged on Bucky, trapping him within their grasp. Bucky's heart raced as he found himself outnumbered, but he refused to back down.

As the first henchman lunged at him, Bucky swiftly dodged the attack. He retaliated with a powerful punch, sending his assailant crashing into a nearby wall. But there was no time to savor the victory as the others closed in, their fists flying.

Amidst the chaos, Bucky caught a glimpse of Sam swooping down from above. The familiar wings of his Falcon suit glinted in the darkness.

You saw while Bucky was fighting the henchman, Sam was taking you out of the facility and to the hospital. "You okay there, were almost to the hospital, then I'll go back for buck" Sam says holding you tightly as he brings you to the hospital. But you eyes start to close slowly, you didn't want to hold on for life anymore, you didn't want to be Bucky's burden, you just wanted some peace.

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Flickering Lights

Chapter 1: Flickering Lights

Chapter (2)

True Form Sukuna x fem!reader

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence!

Tags under the cut and will be updated over the course of writing!

Summary: On a sad friday night, you’re finishing your last email for your job, as suddenly The King of Curses appears through a rip of space in time in your office. A change of everyday life perhaps?

Notes:

Welcome to Flickering Lights!

I hope you will enjoy <3

The -play- cues or underlined texts are linked to the specific songs she’s listening to, however I didn’t time the songs with reading time, since everyone of us reads at a different pace. I hope you’ll have fun anyway. :)

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clack clack clack clack

The harsh sound of your fingers hitting against the keys on your keyboard is reaching your ears, as you’re finishing the last email for the day.

The day, which will end in about 10 minutes. 

It’s friday, 11:50 p.m. and you’re still in the office tower you work in. 

Alone. An odd occasion, since this situation is not unusual in your field of work. Harsh deadlines require overtime. 

Often.

Too often.

But today, your co-workers must have had something better to do. It’s friday after all.

And you wish you had the guts to do that, too.

Flickering lights from the illuminated advertisements from outside the streets are dancing in the corners of your eye. Your only company tonight.

And you blink. With a sigh, you look to the window to your right, having Tokyo looking right back at you.

Sometimes, you wish you would have the time to flee this place, your office, your life. To actually enjoy those lights, to experience something. To not give your life up for your job.

To feel not as lonely. Lonely in this city of millions.

A longing deep in your heart.

But-

I gotta pay my fucking bills, you think, as you sigh another time, before turning back to your computer. The light on your desk makes your eyes tired and before you finish your email, you go into your music library on your phone and put on your headphones. A ritual you almost do on every overtime night. It gives you energy. Almost a prayer to whoever listens. Someday something must happen. 

Right?

-play-

How can you see into my eyes like open doors? 

Leading you down into my core 

Where I've become so numb …

Your blood starts pumping and the hairs on your body stand up, as the song crawls through your veins. 

Without a soul, my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home …

Your body starts moving on its own, you move your head and lips in sync to the song. It gives you energy to finish this last fucking email before the chorus hits. 

And you slam your middle finger on enter.

Send!

(Wake me up) wake me up inside (I can′t wake up), wake me up inside

(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark

Oh my god.

You feel it. The song hits your core so deep and you turn the volume even louder. Singing both parts at the same time in your head, you let yourself go.

(Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) before I come undone

(Save me) save me from the nothing I've become

Flickering lights hit the corners of your eyes, bass in your heart, as you lip sync quietly, but passionately, while you close all your remaining applications on your desktop. 

You would not want to risk someone, anyone, to actually hear you singing.

Suddenly the bass gets unusual heavy, but you love it. You feel the song even harder.

Adios Bitchatchos. See you on monday, you think to yourself, as you notice a glitch on your desktop. 

Another one. 

And another one. 

The light on your desk flickers as well. You frown in confusion, but brush it off as a “monday me” problem and shut down your computer. Standing up, still moving and lipsynching to the song, you lean forward to turn off the monitors, as the bass grows even heavier.

Weird. Those headphones only cost me like 5000 yen-

Wrrrrmmmm!

Suddenly the ground vibrates and your knees give in. You grab yourself onto the desk, as an energy pulls you down. Pulls you down to your knees and almost cuts the air off your lungs and nose. You gasp, as the ground starts to vibrate and jitter even harder. Bring Me To Life still pounds into your ears, so dramatically, as you feel your vision blurring and glitching, as the light on your desk finally says goodbye, leaving you in total darkness of the office space. Looking around you don’t see anyone, start to get scared.

What’s happening?? An earthquake?

The vibrations are sent through your whole body, your blood tingles in your veins, just in time for your favourite part of the song.

Frozen (frozen) inside without your touch, without your love

Darling, only (only) you are the life among the dead …

Just in this moment, the technology of your cheap ass headphones gives in and sends an incredibly loud beep to your ears, distorting the wonderful voice of Amy Lee.

Fuck!

You yell in pain and yank the headphones off your head, just before a loud grunge noise echoes through the room, makes it vibrate even more, makes you push your hands over your ears. All the other monitors are shutting on and off and on and off and glitching and blinking. 

Zschhhh!

Suddenly a blue glowing light crawls into the air in the split of a second, like a lightning strike and it starts to tear apart. A gap ripped into the air of the office space, just a few desks next to yours.

What the fuck?

You don’t believe your eyes, as a tall shadow starts to appear in the gap that just opened, before it steps forward, red eyes glowing through the dark, while the rap part starts to roar through the headphones in the background.

All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see

Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me

I′ve been sleeping a thousand years, it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don′t let me die here, there must be something more

Br-riing m-m-me t-tt-to l-lifeeee-…

And with this your headphones die, leaving you alone with… 

Who is this?

Tap. 

Tap. Tap.

Feet step into your office and you slide beneath your desk. The vibrations grow harder, the energy heavier, as the gap seems to close back up, almost pulling you completely to the ground.

Whoom!

And suddenly-

it’s all silent.

Quiet.

Calm.

You don’t know what to do. 

Hide? Say something? 

Still on the ground, you let your hands leave your ears and watch below the desks. Two massive feet, covered in tabi socks and wearing ancient looking sandals, quietly walk into your direction. 

Flickering lights dance upon the ground and onto the moving clothes. Your heart is racing and you put your hand upon your mouth to be as silent as possible, as the person walks closer and closer. Another step and they will pass your desk, will see you sitting there like a little baby, not knowing what the fuck just happened. 

And finally he walks into your vision, not even offering you a glance. A tall man, a black cloak around his shoulders, covering his upper arms and parts of his chest. A white hakama sitting on his waist. Pink hair, four red eyes, simple tattooed lines on his face and wrists and chest. A mask is covering the right side of his face. 

Why does he look like a villain? 

Your eyes widen at the man in front of you.

He’s built like a tank.

With a smug smirk, he steps in front of the window facade, looking down onto the streets of Tokyo. 

“Keh Keh Keh.” he giggles.

Such a devious voice.

You watch him suspiciously, watch how the lights illuminate his face, unsure if he’s seen you yet or knows that you’re here.

His eyes roam around the streets and his expression grows excited. So excited.

“What a view.” he quietly smiles, before he taps against the window with his nail.

Tap. Tap.

The glass sounds firm.

He looks up, musters the framing and cocks his eyebrow and pouts his lips. 

You frown at him. Confused, because he looks like he’s never seen a proper window before. 

“It’s shatterproof glass.” you suddenly say quietly, still curled up beneath your desk. He freezes, as his left ear twitches, before his eyes and finally his head slowly move and turn to look at you and your eyes meet.

Silence.

Shit.

He glares at you, looking like an evil villain indeed. His red eyes glow in the dark and pierce right at you, as you feel his demon-like energy reach you, looking right at your soul, so deep and intimidating, as if your eyes are truly only a window to your mind. 

And you’re about to pee your pants.

“You uhm.” you point your trembling finger at the glass. “You can’t fall through it… b-because it’s. You know… shatterproof.” you stumble quietly, before you crawl out from beneath your desk and grab your jacket, phone and dead headphones. “It… doesn’t sh-shatter.” 

He stays silent, so silent, as suddenly a second pair of arms reveal themselves from under his cloak and cross in front of his torso.

And you can’t help but to stare in shock and confusion at his arms, tattooed chest and his flexing muscles, as you’re being hit by his degrading energy at the very same time. You are so overwhelmed by anything and everything, that you can’t help but to think that-

It’s almost as if-

He rolls his eyes and turns his face back to the window. The silence crushes you and the look on his face is still so intimidating, as he suddenly flicks the finger, that previously tapped against the glass.

BrrshhZschinnggg! 

The glass of a window shatters into a thousand pieces and with an incredible force, like an invisible blade, the energy cuts through everything in it’s way, leaving a track of loud destruction and cuts a furrow into the floor, your computer and the wall a few yards behind you. 

Bamm!

So close to you, that you even think you lost some hair. You feel the impact shatter in your bones.

“Is that so?” he grumbles in a deep, unimpressed voice, with his left bottom eye watching you. Your heart almost stops- waiting for the alarm to go off…

but it doesn’t. 

Yup, out we go.

Before he can do anything more your body moves on its own. 

A breeze from outside and the sounds of the street are blowing in through the broken window. You twitch a forced smile at him, before you tipple your way between the desks and out of the office space.

With a racing heart you run to the staircase, as the lights in the dark hallway flicker above your head, fighting to get back on. But they don’t. They die down again, leaving you in utter darkness. With a hitching breath, you pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight, as you tipple your way to take the stairs. Not just because the elevator is probably down as well, but to calm down. No elevator ride could soothe the adrenaline in your body right now. 

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap

Down the stairs, five stories, until you arrive at the entry hall, seeing the security guard at the reception table in the dark. Cursing under his breath, his face is illuminated by a flashlight on his desk, while he’s being busy to tap onto his monitors and to smash on the keyboard to get the cameras back on screen.

That creature must’ve caused a total blackout. 

The security guard doesn’t mind or even notice you walking by, so you take the chance to quickly walk to the front door with no air in your lungs and sweat in your armpits. You catch a look onto the still busy streets. 

Did someone from outside notice?

People are walking, no one is looking. 

Sigh. 

Thank god.

You carefully slip through the front door and see a few broken glass pieces onto your left. Quickly, you cross the street, melting into the groups of people, vanishing behind many faces, looking down to your feet and hoping nobody from outside caught you leaving the building. To calm your panic, you first buy yourself a coke on the next vending machine. 

Psssshh.

Sip. Sip. Sip.

Sigh.

Better.

You inhale, before you slowly turn around, looking up to your office on the fifth floor, where you were a few minutes ago, curious what the fuck just happened there. 

Flickering lights and advertisements mirror themselves on the remaining not-so-shatterproof glass, leaving a black hole on the one that indeed shattered. You can’t see him. 

He might be gone. 

But… it wasn’t a dream, was it? 

You put on your headphones and try to connect them back to your phone.

Maybe the building got struck by a lightning, while I was knee deep into feeling Amy Lee’s voice.

No. Nothing.

Dead.

Shit, you think to yourself as another rush of adrenaline flows through your veins. 

That was exciting… 

You bite your lip.

Maybe my prayers were heard.

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𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧   ─── ​🇪​​🇹​​🇭​​🇦​​🇳​ ​🇱​​🇦​​🇳​​🇩​​🇷​​🇾​.

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, smut.

pairing(s): spiderman!ethan landry x fem!reader.

words: 2.2k

warnings: mdni, unprotected p in v (don't do that), cockwarming, mentions of blood, descriptive wounds.

author's note: based on this request.

it took me a long time to post this since it's the first smut i write and i have no idea if it's good or not but it tried my best, i surprisingly like the first part. i have a sort of prequel in mind so if anyone would like that let me know.

You could still remember the first time you helped Ethan, you had just come back from work when you got welcomed by the sight of your window broken and a trail of blood going down the wall. At the time you hadn't known it was him and expected the worst, after all, new york wasn't the safest of places. That day not only had you given your favorite superhero a concussion, you had also found out he happened to be the boy Tara had been trying to set you up with.

There wasn't much you could do at the time considering that he was passed out and you only had some rubbing alcohol and like three band-aids, but in his moments of lucidness he wouldn't let you take him to a hospital, so you made do with what you had and proceeded to buy a first aid kit the day after, just in case. By the third month of your relationship this had become usual, you spent many nights convincing your boyfriend to come to you so he wouldn't die of blood loss on someone's rooftop (or infect his wounds due to not properly taking care of them). You had even taken a course, making your friends confused as to why you were suddenly worried about knowing everything there was to know about nursing.

Now, a year after finding out his secret, it had become almost a ritual for him to visit you after a night of patrolling. Your window stayed open like every other night, the cool spring breeze coming through as you waited for him and tried not to think about the fact that he was two hours late. Your eyes kept glancing from your homework to the time displayed on your computer screen and you wondered if your little tradition would be broken today.

Dropping your pencil, you sigh and grab your phone. The leg you were mindlessly dangling seconds ago now bouncing rapidly while you questioned if you should call him, finally deciding against it because you know he won't pick up if he's patrolling, that he never takes his phone with him.

Looking outside only makes you more anxious, the sky is too dark and the lights do little to no help in illuminating the streets. Your hand stretches towards the bed and you grab his jacket —the one he complains you keep stealing but always happens to 'forget' in your house— and put it on while you make your way to the fire escape.

The sight isn't much better once you're out, if you look down you can see that the street is almost empty, only a few people wandering about.

It feels like another hour passes with you waiting for him and your fear of what could have happened gets bigger and bigger by the minute, until you feel like it will eat you from the inside.

But no sign of Ethan.

You hear the sound first, and despite your eyes getting teary you tell yourself that it could be anything, anyone, else. A few police cars appear from around the corner, followed closely by two ambulances. The loud sirens make your head pound, and the lights are blurry through your tears. It feels like a bad dream, like one of those nightmares where you're falling and wake up before you hit the ground but the impact still follows you, or like those moments when you miss a step and those few seconds of uncertainty create a void deep in you guts that swallows you hole.

Your steps resonate as you make your way back inside and pick up your phone once again and dial his number, hoping that this time he decided to listen to you and carry his phone with him, or that he picks up and tells you he forgot to visit you because he was too tired and went back home, or that at least Chad is there to tell you if he knows anything.

"You need to start locking your windows." His voice sounds different, less laid back than usual, and the brief calmness that it brings to you immediately dissipates once you turn around.

There are three large gashes on his right shoulder and another one on his chest, you can see the skin on his side turning a purplish black from where a part of his suit has been ripped off and the smell of smoke and something acrid reaches your nose the second the wind picks up again. His face isn't much better, he has a busted lip, one of his cheekbones has a deep cut and the other looks even worse than his side, there's blood staining his hair and you're pretty sure his nose is broken.

He limps to the bed and you silently enter the bathroom to get the supplies you need to help him. At this point, you don't ask what happened, you know if you do you won't get more than a 'you don't wanna know'. He keeps telling you that the less you know the safer you are, and even if you don't agree you don't say anything, the way he doesn't say anything and allows you to take care of him when he would rather go home and not keep you awake at three am every time he's hurt.

Ethan is trying to take the suit off when you come back, the fabric peels off of his body like a second skin and leaves behind dirt and blood. With the top half gone you can see the smell from before came from a burned patch of his back.

The routine follows as usual. He sits against the headboard, firm hands on your hips pull you onto his lap and you asses the damage, soft hands grazing him as lightly as the wind does and stopping once in a while to push his hair out of his face. And then, you get to work.

You take care of the bigger wounds first, thankfully he has already started healing so there is no need to stitch him. You check for broken ribs and after making sure they healed completely you move on to his face. He doesn't let you do much, you disinfect the cuts just like you always do and in the meantime, he dries your tears and sneaks a few kisses from you.

Getting up, you take his hand and pull him back to the bathroom, he takes his time cleaning himself while you get rid of the dirty cotton swabs laying around and change the sheets, and then when he gets out you both get into some clean pajamas before you make him sit again so you can put some pain reliever on his back.

He looks pensive, his eyes focused on the calm back and forth of the curtains as his back tenses at the cold wet feeling against his skin.

"You really do need to start locking your windows."

"Oh, but then I wouldn't get any special visits from my favorite superhero."

Your voices are quiet, only heard in the tiny bubble of the space you share as you try to lighten the mood.

"I'm your favorite?" He grins, starting to feel the stress of the night leave him. "You know, you don't have to do this, it'll heal in the morning."

"I know," You step in between his legs and start applying the cream to his side, which is already turning a mix between yellow and green. "But I like to help."

You turn the lights off once you're done and join him in the bed where both of you get ready to sleep. He pulls you to his chest and your eyes focus on the scar already starting to form there, his deep breaths lulling you to sleep as your finger traces small hearts around it.

You're almost asleep when the sensation of cold fingers caressing your waist sends shivers running down your spine, almost feeling like a ghost touch in your tired state. Your heavy eyelids stop you from properly looking at the hand, but you can feel it rising, slowly making its way under your top. Your lips start leaving a few lazy kisses on his jaw as he turns to lie on top of you and gets comfortable between your legs, his body weighing you down and his lips chasing yours, only separating for him to take your shirt off.

His hands grope your chest as he makes his way down, the contrast between the cold wind and the warmth of his mouth wrapping around your nipple sends shivers down your spine as his fingers pinch the other one. You can feel him getting hard against your inner thigh, his hips starting to move while his free hand toys with the elastic of your pants, teasing until your desperate hips lift from the bed to meet his and the sighs leaving you turn into whimpers.

"I've never been more grateful for super healing" You roll your eyes and let out a small giggle as he smiles before crashing his lips against yours, his mouth catching the moan that leaves you when his hand goes past your pants. His fingers tease your folds, caressing through the wet fabric of your underwear while he mouths at your throat, sucking and grazing before the flat of his tongue soothes the sensitive skin. Your knuckles turn white as you grasp the sheets and press yourself harder to him in a poor attempt to gain more friction.

Ethan decides to have mercy on you and quickly removes the rest of your clothes, his own following immediately after. Your hands push on his chest, forcing the two of you to switch places, and his fingers dig into your waist forcing you to grind your core against him.

His big brown eyes are hazed with lust, barely making you out through the dark and only focusing once you hold his face in your hands and offer him a sweet smile, catching the way you seem to shine with the moonlight. You lean down and kiss him hard, teeth clashing until you bite his lip and he welcomes your tongue as it explores his mouth.

Your hand travels down his chest and you can feel him shudder as you stroke him, his hips twitching forward once run your thumb over his tip. He stops your hand from moving, groaning as he sits and pulls you closer, guiding himself to enter you. The burn of the stretch makes you moan against his ear and his arms surround you as he waits for you to get used to him and presses open-mouthed kisses on your throat to distract you.

Slowly, you start grinding your hips against him, and the light vibration of his hums against your skin makes you clench his length. Your arms loop around his neck, the side of your head pressing to the top of his own, your hands caressing his hair while he continues to leave marks on your neck.

It's not long before his grip gets stronger, nails digging into you as he quickens the pace of your hips rolling against his, thrusting upwards and bitting down your shoulder in a poor attempt to quiet the desperate groans leaving his mouth. Your head falls back as a high-pitched gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of his thumb circling your clit at a fast pace, the knot in your stomach getting tighter by the second.

Ethan looks up at you and the moonlight allows you to see how his dilated warm brow eyes stare timidly at you, always worried and shy, no matter how many times the two of you have been together. He tries not to close his eyes as he becomes a whimpering mess underneath you, pulling you closer to him until he can press his forehead against yours, a loud moan getting lost in the space in between as he finally comes.

You can feel him twitch inside of you, the warmth of his cum mixed with his thumb pressing harder finally pushing you over the edge. He softly rolls your hips as you ride out your orgasms, his ragged breaths mixing with your own as he shuts his eyes, chest heaving as he places the pillows against the headboard and lies down. You stop him from pulling out and lazily lay down on his chest, leaving small kisses wherever you can reach.

His hands travel back and forth through your back, stopping once in a while to comb his fingers through your hair. He leaves soft kisses on the crown of your head, smiling at how you try to muffle your laughs by pressing your face to his chest.

"I love you."

The slight sliver of sunshine creates a small halo around your head as you lift yourself to look at him and your small, tender hands hold his jaw while your fingers roam his face, grazing the places where hours ago cuts and bruises faced you.

You give him a small, tired smile and lean down, planting a kiss on his lips. "I love you too."

The two of you spend the rest of the morning in bed, watching the sun rise as you whisper sweet nothings in each other's ears, and then falling asleep as the rest of the city wakes up.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry x you #spiderman!ethan landry #ethan landry #scream 6 #scream vi #spiderman au #💌 #ethan.txt

[queenendless]

🏫School Mates (SuzaLulu x Reader)PT 1🏫

A/N: Testing the waters with posting the few fanfic content I have out so far for one of my nine fave anime ever. This reworked piece I've had for a long while is coming out. This AU is where you're a late new student at Ashford Academy. Yeah, it's sort of a love triangle. Hopefully, I can make this short story make sense in some way. All credit for Code Geass characters and pics goes to Sunrise.

DON'T COPY OR STEAL MY FANWORK, RATHER LIKE AND REBLOG. I hope you enjoy.

"Y/n … Y/n … Y/N!"

You get awoken from your dream by the calling of your name. Your head resting on your folded arms snaps up in attention to who spoke out only to spot violet eyes trained on you, exasperatedly looking at you.

"Being the new student and sleeping during class isn't a good way to make a good impression. Be grateful you sit behind me, otherwise you'd have your neck strung out by the teacher."

You then noticed students parting as class was over "Mmm … sorry … Lelouch." You mumble sleepily as your rub your tired eyes.

Said man, Lelouch, glared a bit more before his eyes softened, sighing before running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, where would you be without me?"

"I'd be dead." You dully uttered. You get hit lightly on the head by a rolled up paper, making you pout at him. "Hey!"

"No time for jokes. Come on, the others are waiting." Lelouch put the paper in his bag before taking your hand and pulling you to your feet, dragging you behind him.

"Lelouch, I can walk to the student council room just fine without you dragging me like a rag doll." You pitifully moaned as you felt sparks run through your hand as his held yours tighter taking the lead.

"You've been attending here for weeks now and you still get lost in these halls." Lelouch reminded you in matter of fact tone. His tone made you stick your tongue out with his back facing you. "And I'd quit sticking my tongue out if I were you or else you'll attract flies."

"Come on, Lelouch. Cut her some slack. She's still a late transfer, after all." An amused voice lightly chided as your free hand was held by a callous, warm hand that easily pulled you free from Lelouch's grip. "I got your back, Y/n." You turned around to see Suzaku in time as he gently bumped your shoulder with his fist, smiling carefree.

"My knight in shining armor," you softly cheered as you hugged Suzaku's arm, giving a closed eye smile as both guys blushed as they thought it was one of the cutest smiles they've ever seen. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Suzaku laughed a bit, smiling toothily back at you.

"If you two are going to flirt in my face, I'm not sticking around to watch." Lelouch rolled his eyes, he almost sounded like he was jealous; especially when deep down he didn't like you hugging Suzaku's arm in his presence. And he didn't know he would feel that sort of emotion over such a silly thing. But he couldn't keep a small smile from growing on his face as he shook his head to clear those ridiculous thoughts. "Come on, you two."

When you did arrive …

"Okay everyone, time for GUTS~!" Milly was loud and flamboyant as always.

"Aw come on, Prez! Another guts spell right from the start?" Rivalz complained, even though underneath he was secretly swooning for her hard.

"Um … hello …" Nina was typing at her computer, being meek as usual.

"Nice of you three to finally show up." Kallen said nonchalantly.

"Hi, Lulu~! Ready for another day of good old student council work~!?" Shirley ran over to greet Lelouch, teeming with a giddy, enthusiastic personality.

"Ready as always. You all should know that by now." Lelouch smiled charmingly, making Shirley almost swoon as the meeting commenced.

As the daily meeting began and went on for an hour and a half, you couldn't help but have your eyes travel around the room, landing on each single person. Every person here welcomed you into their school lives and their personal lives in some way.

Milly was as flirtatious as she was dramatic in her own lovable way.

Rivalz crushing on the pres hard while also being a goofball.

Nina, well, she was a shy introvert but a genius beneath … even though there were times you felt suspicious towards her.

Shirley, such an upbeat, enthusiastic girl with a good heart even though she's obviously falling hard for Lelouch and making it so obvious to everyone.

And Kallen, looks calm and mysterious on the surface but you had a feeling there was more to her and you had no idea why but you kinda like her for it. They slowly but surely became the first ever friends you ever made.

Soon, the meeting ended and you walked between Lelouch and Suzaku to the clubhouse which is also Lelouch's home on campus that he shared with his maid Sayako; you get the impression there was more to her like with Kallen as someone not to underestimate, and his little sister Nunnally … she was like the little precious sister you never thought you wanted; spending quality time with her especially when Lelouch was away doing his own thing.

Speaking of, Lelouch and Suzaku even … they were like two sides of the same coin. Two peas in a pod. So similar yet so different in their own respective ways. Lelouch is the brains, Suzaku is the brawn, but put them together … there's nothing they can't accomplish. You couldn't have one without the other and you wouldn't have it any other way.

In fact, it was Lelouch himself that allowed you to live with him and his sister in the clubhouse and asked Milly to convince her grandfather to allow it since the dorms on campus were already full. You may not remember much of your life before coming here, but a lot of meaning was brought back into your life, gaining new memories and a new life instead.

'So, why do I still have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind … this added pressure deep within my heart for how I feel towards these two guys … seems familiar. Whether it's good or bad … I don't know.'

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"I like pancakes with marshmallows on top~! Heeheehee~! Yippee~! Whee~!" You blurted out randomly, causing Nunnally to laugh gleefully as she clapped, making you laugh too. You had just finished dinner with Nunnally and the guys; Suzaku was invited to eat over since he's their occasional guest as well as their childhood friend, and you were currently playing with Nunnally's hair. From the moment you met her, your heart instantly melted at the pure innocence that is Nunnally Lamperouge that compelled you to protect the precious girl with all your might!

"Oh, I'd love to try that sometime! Can we?" Nunnally had hope laced in her voice.

"Your wish is my command, my lady." Lelouch smiled charmingly, bowing before his little sister, making her giggle.

"I second that request, please." You raised your hand, smiling bashfully.

"At your service, my lady." Suzaku appeared by your side, also bowing to you, making your cheeks heat up and feel all fluttery inside. His eye closed smile radiated sunshine that is this wholesome boi.

As Lelouch gathered the empty plates to take to the kitchen to clean them up, you noticed him stopping to side glance at you, nodding his head for you to follow, before walking through the doorway. "I um … I'll be back in a bit, Nunna."

"Okay. Suzaku, do you want to make paper cranes with me? Miss Sayako and I were working on some earlier."

"That sounds fun. I'd love to." Seeing him gaze affectionately at her like another older brother to her made your heart skip a beat before you walked to the kitchen.

You spotted Lelouch's back to you as he washed the dishes. You slowly approached him, feeling nervous as you wondered what he wanted. You rubbed your arm as you do when you're anxious. The sound of his voice made you halt in your tracks.

"You and Nunnally have gotten closer over time. It feels like just yesterday when I met you; a meek new girl to our class. And yet, as days passed by, that very same girl became a part of our daily lives. As a school mate, then a student council member, and now a friend. For what was once hollow is now becoming whole again. At least, that's my basic sum of it."

You felt your stomach tie itself in knots as you timidly approached him, "And now?"

You watched as the reflection of his calm face in the window above the sink looked back at you; his violet eyes twinkling with speculation, before looking over his shoulder, now looking amused. "You look like a scared little thing with that look on your face. Relax. I'm not gonna bite."

"A – Are you sure about that?" You gulped audibly.

"I'm serious. I'm grateful to you for being here for Nunnally in my stead. Don't get me wrong. I'm grateful to Sayako and the student council being around to spend time with her when I'm busy with stuff … and I don't say this as much as I should … but … thank you." The smile he gave to you felt genuine and it made your heart flutter.

"It – it's fine. Nunnally … she's an absolute angel. And I'm grateful to her and you and everyone for accepting me into the student council and your friend group – !"

You stop speaking mid sentence. You froze, stunned in shock at the feel of lips pressed against your cheek. It took you a minute before you blinked your eyes back into focus from the daze you were in. "Consider this my gift to you."

You slowly raised your hand to touch your cheek; the tingling feeling where his lips touched your skin made something within you click into place. Your eyes traveled to meet his; you swore you just saw them glow magenta for a moment there. But his eyes were fine. Very fine in your opinion as you became lost in their beautiful violet sea; almost like delving deep into his soul and searching for something beyond your understanding.

You felt an unfathomable pull to him, making you lean closer as you noticed he did the same when the realization that Lelouch kissed your left cheek made you snap out of it; face aflame as you covered your mouth to muffle your squeak of surprise, snapping Lelouch of his apparent trance as well as he blinked several times to get back into focus.

"Mmm … I swear, everything I say and do gets you so easily flustered, doesn't it?" He laughed softly, even though his cheeks were flushed red too.

"N – No!" That just made him snicker in his hand. "I – I should head back now."

"But seriously, Y/n." You looked back to see his smile still there, tender and true. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

You returned to the living room and felt a smile break out at the sight of Nunnally and Suzaku smiling, laughing, making paper cranes together when Suzaku noticed you and waved you over to help out. But you were still reeling from what transpired in the other room.

'Lelouch kissed me. Of all people, me! It was on the cheek, but still! I don't know that much about his personal life; aside from his gambling trips with Rivalz. Did he kiss anyone before, cheek or otherwise? Before me?' You couldn't get that image of Lelouch's bemused expression out of your mind. You also couldn't ignore the fact that you felt Suzaku's eyes on you, a suspicious glaze to them.

Sooner than you expected, it was time for Suzaku to leave. You were lost in thought as you watched Suzaku bent down to hug Nunnally before nodding at Lelouch only to have your name being called on, pulling you out of it to say good bye. But as he smiled and waved, walking out the door, you watched his retreating form while Lelouch pushed Nunnally's wheelchair to her bedroom to get her ready for bed. That's when you felt the same magnetic pull with Lelouch reappear, making you follow the soldier outside.

"Suzaku, wait!"

He stopped in mid walk and turned back around, curiosity and concern flashed on his face as he cocked his head to the side, making him appear that much cuter. "Y/n? What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No … the exact opposite, in fact. I feel …" Why are you feeling this way, twice in a row? "I just want to say thank you. Not just for tonight, but for every day since we became friends. It means a lot to me." You rubbed your arm, shyly smiling. "You … mean a lot to me."

His smile lite a fire in your heart. "You mean a lot to me too. You, Lelouch, Nunnally, the student council … you've all become so important to me." He walked towards you until you were standing face to face. "You above all else."

You gaped at seeing his face start to flush red and his green eyes became glossy and … tempted. "I … I am?"

He looked a bit stunned before his face broke out into a smile. "Aw, come on. You honestly can't see why?"

What happened next took you by surprise, almost as much as Lelouch's did.

The feeling of Suzaku's lips pressed against your other cheek; once normal but now burning with heat from those soft velvety lips of his. He pulled back to give a bashful smile, scratching his cheek, "Is that enough proof for you?"

You gingerly touched your cheek, feeling the warmth beneath your fingertips, as butterflies fluttered in your stomach and your heart was racing quickly. But that's when you noticed his green eyes glow; those mesmerizing emerald gems now stuck upon your awaiting face. His eyes softened as did his smile.

Your cheeks burned as you smiled shyly at him. "I … think so."

Suzaku laughed softly before holding your hands. "Y/n, you do mean that much to me. This past month spent in school with you, sharing classes and having study sessions, even just spending time with you like that has been … wonderful." You smiled the more he talked, leaning closer as did he when you noticed his eyes looking over you to far behind you; suspicion laced in them. "It's getting late. I should head back to my place. Have a good night … " Suzaku pulled your hands up to litter gentle kisses on top of them, making you smile bashfully, " … Y/n."

You took him by surprise as you leaned up to kiss his cheek "Good night, Suzaku."

You waved good-bye as his goofy smiling face looked back at you over his shoulder as he waved back too while hurrying off, almost falling over his feet from not watching where he was going, causing you to laugh out loud at his stumble.

But unbeknownst to you but not to the brunette was that Lelouch was watching outside his bedroom window.

He watched his best friend kiss your cheek as he did earlier.

He watched as Suzaku ran off, leaving you smiling and blushing as you felt yourself floating off your feet as you walked back inside.

He did not look happy. Not one bit.

#code geass #code geass au #code geass content #code geass fanfic #code geass lelouch of the rebellion #code geass hangyaku no lelouch #suzaku x lelouch #lelouch vi britannia #lelouch lamperouge #lelouch x reader #lelouch x suzaku #nunnally lamperouge #nunnally vi britannia #suzaku kururugi #suzaku x reader #suzalulu #code geass x reader #love triangle #lelouch x female reader #suzaku x female reader #suzalulu x reader #lelouch lamperouge x reader #suzaku kururugi x reader #code geass r1

[naavispider]

Merciless - chapter 4

It's a short one so I've posted it under the cut, or here is the link to AO3 if you're the kind of lovely human who likes to leave comments 🥰 Sorry I'm a day late 💞💙💞💙

“Why are we here? Where is this?” Spider took a step closer to the glass, his body pumping with adrenaline. 

John Mercer smiled in that ugly way of his. In all of Spider’s life, he had never seen a smile as chilling as Mercer’s. 

“We are in a facility to the West of Bridgehead. Fifty cliques away from the city.”

Spider blanched - he couldn’t help himself. Fifty cliques? That was over a week away on foot. 

“I’m waiting for the why,” Spider stressed. 

“Welcome to Kinglor Base, Miles. This is a specialist facility built purely for scientific research. You may have seen some of our tech on the way in.”

“Research on what?” Spider hissed. A sinking feeling was making its way through his stomach, clenching his intestines in a tight, cold fist. 

Mercer looked at him like he couldn’t wait to answer. Like he was feeding off Spider’s fear. “On you.”

For a second, Spider was stunned. Then, slowly, he let out a low laugh. “Right. Okay,” he smirked, but inside his guts were churning with hot fear. 

“I would tell you not to worry, but I’d probably be lying. This is not an ideal situation for you, I understand that. But unfortunately for you, your body holds answers to some of humanity’s greatest questions. It is my job to ensure we educate ourselves.”

Spider was staring at Mercer as he tried to process this. He heard the words but his brain just couldn’t compute what Mercer was telling him. Eventually, he pulled himself together enough to respond. “What do you mean? My body? I’m human, just like you!”

Mercer appraised him with a pitying look in his eye, which sent chills down deep into Spider’s bones. The man shook his head slowly. “You’re adapted to Pandora in a way that nobody else is. You grew up here, surely you’ve noticed how different you are from others? How much… stronger.”

A rage of fury flashed through Spider's chest in that moment, and as if to prove Mercer’s point, he took an aggressive step forwards to meet the glass separating them and sank his fist into it with a snarl. Mercer watched his attempt to break the glass without raising an eyebrow. Unfortunately, Spider’s outburst had no effect whatsoever on the glass, creating only a low thud that echoed through both rooms. He clenched his fist again, cursing himself internally for the pain now radiating out from his knuckles. 

“I don’t expect you to understand, of course, but getting angry is not going to help. The best thing you can do is accept the situation and cooperate,” Mercer sniffed imperiously. “Not that it matters much to me.”

“You can’t keep me in here.”

Mercer frowned in a way that told Spider as clear as day that he wasn’t sympathetic in the slightest. “Sorry… But that’s exactly what I am doing.”

“Does Quaritch know about this?” Spider’s heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, making it difficult for him to hear anything other than his own blood pounding in his ears. He had to believe the answer was no. 

Mercer paused for a moment, as if deciding what to say. “That is none of your concern,” he settled on after a moment. 

“Mercer!” he shouted, though it came out as more of a snarl. 

Mercer simply shrugged. “You won’t be seeing him again. I’m not sure why you’re so concerned, to be honest.” He levelled Spider with a dangerous glint in those cold, grey eyes.

Spider’s shoulders were rising heavily. When had he got so out of breath? He could feel Mercer’s unspoken dare hanging in the air. With as much gusto as he could summon, he held Mercer’s stare. “He would never allow this.”

“And why is that?”

Spider held eye contact as long as he dared. Quaritch was the one person who might just stick up for him. If he ended up being complicit in the whole thing…

“No one here has raised a single objection, Miles. The case has been approved by the ethics board and so will proceed. I know it’s a lot to take in.”

Approved? How could this possibly be above board? 

“You’re not a citizen, Miles. You don’t belong anywhere. You’re not even documented. There’s no legal evidence that you exist at all.”

Spider’s retort got stuck in his throat. As he processed Mercer's words, he realised he had no reply. Mercer was talking to him like he wasn’t even human, like he had no rights at all. “Fuck you,” he said with venom. 

This only brought a callous smirk to Mercer’s lips. “We’re not wasting any time. In a moment the medics will be in to take your baseline data. Are you going to behave or will we need to restrain you?”

Spider scoffed, taking a step back. It felt like he was on a train headed straight for a crash and there was no way to jump off. If what Mercer said was really true then he was utterly screwed. He had a choice to make. 

“What the hell are these baselines?” he growled, bidding for time. 

“Standard protocol,” Mercer replied casually. “Height, weight, muscle mass, blood pressure… that kind of thing.”

“You know I can’t trust a word that comes out of your mouth, right?”

“No,” Mercer smiled. “But as we’ve established, you don’t really have a choice.

Spider snarled, but didn't reply. 

“Now be a good little boy and don’t put up a fight. I don’t need any more men or women in the med bay.”

Was that supposed to be a guilt trip? For a second, Spider almost considered that he’d been too physical with the security, but then he remembered why he was here and the bubble of rage in his chest painted his insides hot again. Before he could answer, a quiet buzz sounded by the sliding glass door, and he turned to see a woman who looked to be in her late thirties with brown hair and kind eyes step over the threshold, flanked by two armed guards. 

“Hello, Spider,” she said. “My name’s Janine.”

#spider socorro #spider miles socorro #john mercer #james cameron avatar #avatar frontiers of pandora #Avatar fop fanfic #my stuff: merciless #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar spider

[five-rivers]

Cult Division 2

Part of the Exhumed series.

I am pleased to present the new chapter of Exhumed, in accordance with the poll. :D

Enjoy!

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"Uh," said Danny, having already decided that this was his least favorite cult.  "So.  You summoned me.  Congrats."

“Lord Phantom,” intoned one of the cultists, voice artificially deep.  

Danny pegged him as the leader.  He was also, incidentally, the tallest one there.  Did this cult pick their leadership based on height?  Not important.  

“Do not wonder at our call, oh you of unequaled power,” continued the cultist, “for it is an auspicious night, and though this place may be foreign to you, your lost bones lie six feet beneath our woven circle.”

"Believe it or not," said Danny, coolly, "I do know where I am, thanks."

He shifted his glare from the cultists (who were sort of hard to look at, because they were all carrying stupidly bright flashlights) to the cloth beneath him.  It was white, with black, silver, and, regrettably, Fenton ecto-line green.  Apart from the weird symbols, the pattern of stitches was reminiscent of the Fenton Ghost Catcher.  

Not a good sign.  Danny would appreciate it if his parents would run better background checks on the people who bought their stuff.  Not that cult membership was generally a matter of public record, and even if it was, not all cults were like this.  

Danny caught himself sinking towards the ground and yanked himself up.  Doing so was oddly difficult.  He felt himself straining, as if he was carrying something heavy.  Trying to go sideways was worse, like trying to move a particularly stubborn Ghost Zone door.  

Yeah.  Not a good sign.  

“What do you want?” asked Danny.  

“We, your servants, wish to reunite you with your flesh, oh wonderful one.  For this purpose we have crafted this circle, to marry the spiritual divine with the physical divine, so you may lead us in all ways and for all time, and grant us the blessings we deserve as proclaimers of your might.”

“That’s… kind of gross sounding.  Plus, I knew this was here.  I could come get my stuff at literally any time.”

“Of course, oh puissant one, your power is vast and unmatched.  But we, your faithful servants, have long gathered knowledge with which to aid you, and it is by this that we have found this night, and this ritual, that shall truly wed you to your once-discarded flesh.”

One of the other cultists muttered something like ‘We’ve only been around for a year,’ before being elbowed in the gut and pushed to the back of the group.  Well, that narrowed which cult this was exactly down a bit.  A very little bit.  

Whatever.  Who these people were wasn’t currently the problem.  Getting away before they somehow turned him into a zombie or forced him to possess his own corpse was the problem.  

“Okay, so what if I don’t want to be reunited with my flesh?”

This seemed to baffle the cultists.  

“But of course you do!” said one of them.  “Everyone wants to be alive again!”

Danny rather doubted that these guys had figured out how to resurrect people, and didn’t particularly want to be resurrected in the first place.  What would that even look like for him?

Speaking of looking, weren’t Collins, Paterson, McGee, and Daily still watching?  Why weren’t they here, doing something?  He could use the backup.  

Almost as if summoned (ha) by his thoughts, Collins, Paterson, and McGee emerged from the decorative shrubbery.  

… Actually, if Danny squinted past the cultists (and their flashlights) he could see Daily making a slow jog towards the group as well, still carrying his computer.

“Freeze!” shouted Collins.  He did not have his gun out.  Danny wasn’t sure if cops in Amity Park even had traditional firearms, to be honest.  Several of the cultists raised their hands anyway.  “You’re under arrest!”

“For what?” demanded the leader.  

There was a beat of silence.  Danny dragged his palm over his face, exasperated.  Not only were they kind of late getting here, but they clearly hadn’t thought this through.  

“Trespassing?” suggested Paterson.  

“This is public property,” said one of the cultists.  The others nodded in agreement.  

“The park is closed,” tried Paterson.

“Mayor Masters passed a new ordinance to keep the park open all day to accommodate our undead and night owl citizenry!” 

“Wait, really?” asked Paterson, glancing at Collins.  

“Oh, yeah, he did do that,” said Collins, his face scrunched up as if he’d bitten into a lemon unexpectedly.  “Defacing public property?”

“With a blanket?” 

“Come on,” said Danny, “you guys have to do better than that!”

The cultists jeered.  The ones who had put their hands up had, for the most part, put them down.  

“Whose side are you on?” asked Paterson, crossly.

“The side of the faithful, of course!” proclaimed the lead cultist, waving his arms.  

“The side I’m on is the inside of this circle, that’s the problem,” said Danny.  “Maybe you could get them for, I don’t know, kidnapping?”

“Kidnapping only applies to people!” asserted a cultist.

“Oh, I see how it is.  At first, I’m the great and powerful Phantom, and now I’m not even a person.”

“Er,” said the head cultist.  “We’re only using the unjust law as our shield, great and powerful Phantom.”

Danny closed his eyes, feeling the strain of both the ludicrous conversation and staying afloat.  “Okay, look, I meant that title sarcastically, I don’t want you to actually use it.  What I want is for you to let me go.”

“Oh, most gracious and humble Lord Phantom, we wish only to free you from ignorance and the horror that is the division of soul and body!”

“Can we get them on conspiracy to commit a crime?” asked McGee, who looked almost as done with the situation as Danny.  

“What crime?” demanded the lead cultist.  “We are only exercising our right to practice our religion as we see fit!”

“Uh,” said McGee.  “Grave robbing?  Desecrating a corpse?  This reunion thing has to be one of those two, right?”

“We are not grave robbers!  We are merely returning what has been stolen!”

If only Danny had access to this kind of enthusiasm when his body had actually been stolen.  

Cameron Daily finally arrived, panting.  He doubled over, clutching his computer to his stomach, and raised one finger.  “I’ve got it,” he said finally.  “You’re in violation of Amity Park Municipal Ordinance 11042.”

“What.”

“Passed in nineteen eighty-four, APMO 11042 states that no spirits, demons, ghosts, or other similar beings are to be summoned on public property, on the penalty of fines, and confiscation of all related ritual paraphernalia.”

The cultists exchanged nervous glances.  

“You’ll never take us alive!” declared the leader, before absolutely booking it.  

The other cultists were flustered at first, but then they ran, too, scattering into the night.  

“Well,” said Daily, gesturing at his flabby and sweaty body, “I’m not going to be able to catch them.”

McGee swore and took off.

“Hey, wait!” shouted Paterson following.  Collins gave Danny an apologetic look before running as well.  

“Great,” said Danny.  “So, could you maybe get me out of this?”  It was becoming harder to keep his distance from the ground.

“I can try,” said Daily, starting to dither around the circle.  

“Maybe you can just–” The sharp party-popper sound of a taser being fired somewhere in the park made Danny flinch.  

His control slipped.  His foot hit the embroidered cloth.  

The symbols and lines sewn into the cloth flared and spasmed, swarming up Danny’s leg, crawling over the fabric of his suit as if they belonged there until they twined around his torso and arms as well.  

There was a flash of light.  Danny was human again, but the symbols were still there, stitched into his clothes and apparently inked into his skin, still glowing.  

“Oh,” said Daily, wide-eyed.  “I don’t, um.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually do that.”

Danny grunted in reply and turned his hands over, looking at the symbols that circled his wrists.  They tingled, both on his skin and in his eyes.  

“Yeah, well, I didn’t mean to,” said Danny.  He folded his hands into fists and looked up.  “I can’t turn back.”

#danny phantom #exhumed #cult division #ectoberweek22 #ectober #ectober 2022 day 2: six feet #corpse au

[arkhamsrevenge]

The Witness pt 2

Jason stared at Y/N for a second.

"You stole his black book? How?"

Y/N continued to eat her chicken.

"My dad had it before he uh..." Jason understood. Thomas Elliot the famed doctor had fallen from grace and ended up in Arkham. Elliot entrusted the black book to his daughter thinking it would keep her safe...it had the total opposite affect obviously. The book didn't protect Y/N from Falcon, it only made her a target. "When I realized Falcon would come after me I ran into the Bloodhaven police department. But I soon realized there were to many on his pay role. One of them tried to kill me himself. He would have succeeded if Dick didn't step in." Jason didn't know how react. Dick told him very little about his friend from Bloodhaven even when they all went out to eat. "We hopped from safe house to safe house for a week after that. In 3 days in the trial...i just gotta make it till then." Jason wouldn't say much but Red Hood would make up for that afterwards. Flirting with her in alleys, walking her home etc.

"Don't worry about it Doll" He'd always say after Y/N was safe at home. Jason wasn't great expression himself. His temper has a small fuse and because of that he's afraid of trying to get into a relationship with someone. But Y/N? She doesn't look at him like she pities him. She looks at him normally and in her presents he feel normal. "Did I freak you out?" Y/N voice sounded worried. Jason realized he hadn't said anything since she  briefly spilled her guts to him.

"No. I just get in my head sometimes." Jason explained quickly. Y/N nodded. She got ready to pock up her plate when Jason intercepted, brushing his hand over hers. Jason's breath caught in his throat. "Do you want me to turn up the heat?" Y/N brow furrowed. "You're hands are ice cold...like dead person cold." Y/N huffed out a laugh.

"How would you know what dead body cold is?" Jason swallowed roughly.

"I can guess..." Y/N hummed.

"Whay do they say? Cold hands, warm heart?" Jason snorted.

"This is beyond cold. Are you sure you don't want the heat up?" Y/N nodded as Jason took the plate from her.

"You've have a rough week. Go get some sleep, I'll be out here watching for anything. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek.

"We can take turns in watch so you can sleep too." Jason waved her off.

"I don't sleep much." Y/N gave him a sad smiling knowing the feeling.

"Neither do I." Jason looked over his shoulder just Y/N disappearing inti her room. He took a deep breath and started to wash the dishes.

Jason woke up to the smell of tea and waffles. Or was it pancakes? He didn't care, the smell made him hungry. Jason opened his eyes to see Y/N in the kitchen area finishing off the rest of the pancake batter, making one more pancake. She had already set out syrup, staraberried and whipped cream to go this them. Jason felt his face getting hot. Even though she was I a baggy tshirt and sweatpants, he thought she looked radiant. Her hair was back in a sloppy braid, hair still loose in random strings framing her face. She turned to Jason and smiled.

"Hey. I made breakfast." Jason pushed himself off the couch and stretched.

"Thanks. Smells good." Y/N made a plate of good for Jason and placed it on the table. Jason, happy to eat a home cooked breakfast, scoffed the pancakes down with a few strawberries and some OJ.

An hour later Jason found Y/N asleep on top of her bed. He figured she probably didn't sleep last night. He understood...Falcon's after her, she probably hasn't slept well in at least a week and a half. Exhaustion was the only thing putting her to sleep. He closed the door quietly and sat on the living room couch where he woke up this morning. Jason pulled his computer out and started to do research on the Elliots and Falcons. Maybe he could...Red Hood could dig up something that would be helpful or at least a little black mail to get Falcon off Y/N back for a little bit. As Jason combed through data and article after article he was about to say, fuck it, and call it a day until he came across some Intel he wasn't expecting. He's heart dropped when he saw it. Thomas Elliot had escaped this morning, which means he's going to try to find his daughter. Jason didn't blame the man for wanting to make sure his daughter was safe. He probably saw the report Vicky Vale had done last night. Jason crused. Elliot might accidentally lead Falcon right to his daughter.

"Hey you ok?" Jason jumped at the quiet voice behind him. He spun around to see Y/N.

"Yeah but you should sit down." Y/N blinked and did what Jason said. She sat next to him looking very concerned. Jason took a deep breath and started.

"Your father escaped this morning." Y/N eyes widened.

"That..that's not surprising. He never stayed in one place very long. We're in Bloodhaven not Gotham....he'll figure that out soon. What should we do? I can't just go find him....and he might..." Jason nodded knowing she was on the same page as he was.

"I'll call Dick and tell him we are moving. Let's head to Metropolis for the next 3 days. Falcon won't go into that territory. Lex Luthor will take him visiting as a threat." Y/N took a deep breath and started to get her things.

"Good thing I didn't unpack." She mumbled.

Jason and Y/N arrived in Metropolis the rest of the three days came and went quietly with little to no problems. Jason and Y/N would talk about anything and everything to keep eachothers mind off the trial. Y/N was worried her testimony and evidence would be enough and Jason was worried about Y/N loosing her life. When the day came Officer Richard Grayson escorted Y/N Elliot back to Gotham and to the court house. Jason had followed them to Gotham as Red Hood. He made himself a spot on the court house roof. Listening in, incase something went wrong.

"Ms. Elliot do you swear to tell the whole truth, the full truth and nothing but the truth?" The judge asked. Y/N nodded.

"I do your honor." She squeaked clearly nervous. Jason's eyes didn't leave her, his anxiety was climbing, something in his gut told him there was still something not right. Still the trial continued on with Y/N giving up the black book's location. Telling the judge she didn't trust it not to be stolen. The judge nodded and sent the police to retrieve the book. Jason felt himself starting to breath normally when he heard shots being fired. Jason as Red Hood broke down through the skylight. He couldn't see the gunman but he wasn't worries about that. He needed to find Y/N. Jason's eyes scanned the court room trying to find her.

"Here!" Someone shouted. Jason turned to see a man with bandages on his face beckoning him over. He was hidding on the other side of a door frame. Jason obeyed upon turning the corner to see the man was operating on Y/N. Blood was covering her and Jason felt his heart stop. "She's gonna be ok. But she needs to get away from here." The man said continue to work on the unconscious Y/N. The man seemed know what he was doing as he extracted a bullet in tact from Y/N sternum. Jason dropped to his knees.

"How can I help?" The man waved Jason back.

"By taking her as far from here as possible when I'm done sewing my daughter up." Jason's eyes widened behind his mask.

"Elliot?" The man with bandages shooshed him.

"It's Hush now. Im planning to get revenge on Falcon...and Bruce Wayne as well. I don't my daughter getting into the cross heirs anymore than she already has." Hush said stitching his daughter's sternum shut. He then gave Jason pain pills and antibiotics. "Have her take these. Pain pills once a day and antibiotics twice. She's gonna be weak the first couple weeks but then she'll slowly get her strength back." Jason took the medication. "Here, this is the address to a safe house off the coast of Ethiopia." Jason swollwoed at that name. "Take her there...keep her safe please." Hush begs. "She shouldn't have had to do any of this. When all this is over I'll send a post card from Hawaii. Y/N always wanted to go there. Hush said quietly slowly and carefully moving his daughter to Jason who cautiously picked her up. Hush brushed his daughters hair back and kissed her forehead knowing this was goodbye. Maybe forever. "Go. Now. I'll lead them all away." Hush stood up and ran into the crowd. Jason didn't waste time running out to the court house and down the block he needed to find a car fast. As if his prayers were answered a car pulled up next to him. The driver side window rolled down to reveal Roy Harper. Jason breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get Twitty in the car. We got a plane to catch."

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[aching-tummies]

Don’t Drink The Water

I'm back! Basically went on a road-trip with a couple of friends. There wouldn't have been many opportunities to be on my computer so I didn't bother to pack it.

I did my best not to indulge in this kink while on the trip because nobody I know in real life knows this side of me (and I intend to keep it that way). It would have been awkward to indulge in it 'cuz we were always together. If we weren't out walking as a group, we were in the same car or sleeping in the same room (and on the same bed).

It was really hard not to indulge on day 1. It was hot where we were and I ended up draining my waterbottle pretty quickly. My options at that point were to buy bottled water or refill from a random tap anywhere. I chose the free option -_-

I drank two sips from that refill. It tasted normal and I tried to enjoy my day. Maybe 40 minutes after those two sips, my stomach was cramping and making unhappy little rumbles. It went on like that for the whole day. Luckily, the little rumbles were quiet enough not to be heard by my friends (at least, I hope so). Unfortunately, that day we also hit up a lot of places that were serving dairy. Everyone wanted to try limited time milk-tea boba stuff at wherever we stopped by. I was trying to play everything cool and act normal, but I couldn't even enjoy the milk teas and the desserts and ice-creams and the fancy coffee stuff because all of 'em filled me with dread. True terror is seeing the cutest, most decadent, creamy, swirl-y dessert and knowing that any number of mouthfuls of that is going to twist your guts as loopy as the swirl of frosting or whatever it is piped on the thing.

Honestly, on day 1 I wanted nothing more than for someone to give my guts a deep massage. Like...any time I managed to duck into the privacy of a washroom I'd spend a couple of minutes pinching my lower intestines in my palms and pressing/squeezing as hard as I could without seeing white in order to try and iron out the horrid cramping in my intestines. Honestly, in retrospect, I wasn't necessarily 100% desperate for comfort. I was angry at the situation and wouldn't have minded the idea of someone kneading to intentionally cause further irritation to my guts. It hurt, but it was a minor pain compared to some other stomach aches I've had in the past. It was bad enough to cause discomfort, but barely bad enough to bring tears to my eyes. If someone into this kind of thing had clued in and had access...well...I wonder what that would have been like.

#tummy ache #crampy tummy #upset tummy #tummy kink #tummy ache kink

[gurugirl]

GURU! I just had the most embarrassing thing happen at work.

My crush works in the department I'm in and one of the ladies that leads our team was walking both of through a sample promo and I skipped lunch (only because I was short on time and needed to get into the meeting but planned on eating after) and my stomach let out this loud gurgle thing but it sounded like I ripped a fart! Like it came from my low gut so it was deep and oh my god it just sounded like a straight up fart and I laughed and said that I hadn't eaten, hoping they'd understand it was my stomach growling from hunger.

The lady gave me this look like she didn't believe me and my crush laughed was like, "Okay sure. If you say so."

And then before the meeting was over they both tried to make light of it to make me feel better about it and he said that everyone does it or something and I am so embarrassed. Not only did it legit sound like a farted, they didn't believe me 🤕 Now I'm so embarrassed I don't even want to eat or anything. And the fact that it was in front of my crush?? 🫥

OH NO!! Gah!!! I'm so sorry, babe :( I hate that for you. Well, I think this will be one of those moments you look back on later and can laugh about but right now it's okay to feel what you're feeling.

It's frustrating too that it wasn't even a fart. I'm so sorry :(

BUT I have a work horror story that I still cringe when I think about. Hope you don't mind me sharing it with you, maybe it'll make you feel better.

About five years ago I worked in an office setting and when I had downtime I'd write stories on my computer on a private app so nothing was ever saved to the computer or server or anything. It's never a good idea to do regardless, but you know... too late now.

Anyway, one of the partners of the firm came up behind me as I typing away bc he needed to show me something so he sat on the edge of my desk and looked right at my computer and I tried to toggle to a different screen quickly but it didn't do anything and instead stayed up in the app where the bright screen displayed a butt play sex scene I was in the midst of writing. (half tempted to go back and find the scene I was writing and share it with y'all so you can see how bad it was for someone I worked for to see)

I panicked when nothing happened and tried to cover my screen and clicked quickly with my mouse to get out of the app but by the time I'd finally been able to click out the partner stood up and turned around to leave before pausing and looking back at me he said, "I'll come back when you're not busy." I could see he was nervous. :(

He got out of there so fast and I KNOW he saw what I was writing. He would have had no reason to leave like that had I been in the middle of doing literally anything else.

He never brought it up to me but I know he saw it and I feel so embarrassed to this day. Will never get over that one.

xoxo

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[sunnieskies02]

Thick Thorns

Kirishima x Reader 

977 Words 

Trigger Warnings: Verbal and Psychological Abuse

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“ A-are they getting better doctor?’ Kirishima rubbed his hands nervously, they had started to cough up black dahlias again. Sitting in the cushioned chair he ran his fingers through his hair as he waited for the answer from the doctor. 

When did the spiral start? When did things go so so wrong? When did he start to feel restless? Hopeless. Tired. He closed his eyes trying to reminisce on the good times with them. The dates they used to go on, the parties they would go to, everything that filled their lives with happiness and splendor. Now that honeymoon phase had ended yet again because they were back where they started the cycle several years ago. 

“They are doing alright actually it was just a bad coughing fit if you don’t mind me asking how is the relationship. Because if you know the law then-” 

“I would have to document the loss of my affections and prove that prior before my affections flee that they were healthy. I know I know.” 

“Good then so, hows the relationship any arguments, problems…abuse?” 

Kirishima’s brows furrowed and his lips twisted into a disheartened frown. Of course, there was an issue but it wasn’t him, it was them. He looked up at the doctor and was about to spill his guts but suffered the latter. 

“N-no um… not really. We barely argue and if we do it’s something minuscule. Problems not many they just feel as if I don’t love them the same anymore, which is not true I-I still love them with all my heart. It’s just that…I-I don’t…they. Nevermind. Everything is fine though.” 

The doctor looked at Kirishima through the top rim of their glasses and flipped the paperwork back down. He moved to the computer that was positioned in the examination room and started to input the information. “Alright Eijirou Kirishima, you and your partner are all good to go. And just keep on loving them the same, it was a small flare-but the bud has been reducing slowly. Okay?”

Kirishima got up from the chair and smiled tightly as he was handed the paperwork from today's checkup. “I'll make sure to do so. Thank you, doctor.” Kirishima tucked the paper in the manilla envelope and proceed to open the door and wait for them to come out of the examination room. 

Several minutes passed and they walked out of the room with a scowl on their face. Eijirou’s face tightened with anxiety as he followed behind them quickly to the car, as they made it to the car Eijirou was moving to get in but they looked at Kirishima with an angry look. Taking a deep breath he got out of the car and sauntered over to the passenger side and opened the door for them. 

“What the fuck is up with that? Are you an idiot? Took you long enough.” They sat in the car with a huff and Eijirou closed the door with a disinterested look on his face. Back to the driver’s side he put his seat belt on and started the long drive back to the apartment. With the purr of the engine, he started to daydream of what life was like before them. 

He was happy, he was with his friends he had everything really and he thought that the final piece to his puzzle of life would be them but look at where he is at now. Tired, and restless and he doesn’t even take care of himself like he used to, all of his time is centered and solely on them. He can’t go out anymore because of them, he can’t be alone because of them. 

His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he continued to think of how he started to fall out of love and began to loathe his partner. Unknowingly he had started to drive recklessly and faster, and the sounds of the car became mute as he ached to get home and go to sleep. His partner started to plead and berate him as the speed of the car continued to pick up but Kirishima put the radio on blast so he couldn’t hear them. He took a sharp turn onto the street they lived on and pulled into the driveway. ‘

His hands are cramped at the feeling of his hands on the steering wheel as he huffed out. He quickly turned the car off and got out with a hard slam on the door, hastily he walked over to the passenger side and threw open the door. Their eyes were glassy and watery and they quickly got out of the car and they weakly looked at Kirishima. They reached out to touch Kirishima’s arm but he pulled back and shot them a nasty look. 

“When we get in the house don’t talk to me. At. all.” He slammed the door behind them and walked over to the front door and opened it letting them inside. He closed the door and took his shoes off and made his way to his home office and slammed the door behind him. 

He knew that how he acted in the car wasn’t going to aid in his plan of separation but he is sick of them. As of two years ago, he had fallen out of love with them, their disease was the only thing that they were using against him to make him stay. Before he allowed his body to fall onto the futon, he locked the door and moved to lay on the futon, he pulled the plush pillow to his body.

Curling into himself he felt the corners of his eyes start to prickle with tears and flowed from his face. No one could tell he was suffering, hurting, or wanting to be free from their grasp but with that law in place, it seemed impossible. 

@pinky-the-elephant-room @liliesoftherain

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[stargazerdaisy]

Oh!! Which songs scream skyeward?!

Okay, I have been stewing on and researching this for daaaays. It deserved the utmost care and attention. Which is why I'm answering it during my work day...

So first and foremost, Labyrinth. That's the song that prompted my post that drew this ask. May I present these lyrics:

"It only hurts this much right now Was what I was thinking the whole time Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out I'll be getting over you my whole life... ...You know how much I hate That everyone just expects me to bounce back Just like that"

HEELLLLOOOOOO End of season 1 Skye?!?!? And then a little later

"You would break your back to make me break a smile"

Gah, that reminds me of a line from one of @vesperass-anuna's fics (forgive me Ves, the fic is on a different computer I can't get to, so I can't quote it entirely), where it says that Ward would do anything for Skye, including letting her hurt him. It always guts me and I love it.

Then there's Would've Could've Should've:

"If you never touched me I would've Gone along with the righteous If I never blushed then they could've Never whispered about this And if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was But, lord, you made me feel important And then you tried to erase us Oh, you're a crisis of my faith Would've, could've, should've If I'd only played it safe... ...And now that I'm grown, I'm scared of ghosts Memories feel like weapons And now that I know I wish you'd left me wondering God rest my soul I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close Stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time I can't let this go I fight with you in my sleep The wound won't close I keep waiting for a sign I regret you all the time"

IT KILLS ME. It's everything I wanted to see explicitly acknowledged on screen and what we got in a million fics (bless the fic writers).

Question...? has some lines that just grab me too:

"Good girl, sad boy Big city, wrong choices We had one thing going on I swear that it was something...

...Do you wish you'd put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much? Do you wish you could still touch her? It's just a question."

Tell me that isn't Ward. Go on, try. You can't, because it's absolutely him and I will die on this hill.

There's probably more ways I can imprint Skyeward onto this entire album because I am just that talented, but this is a good start.

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#5

During a winter hiatus from the Edge, Hiccup goes off exploring the icy wastes. He finds more than he bargained for when a witch attempts to steal his soul. Now an emotionless husk, Hiccup must depend on Astrid and Gothi to delve deep within him and unlock the aspects of his personality he’d rather keep hidden.

Meanwhile, the rest of the riders test Hiccup on how emotionless he really is.

I guess I was really excited about this fic, considering I did a cover for it! It’s good to dip back into the How to Train Your Dragon fandom! 

You can read Down to the Soul here!

25 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

#4

You know what? Can we all just agree to stop pointing out spelling and grammar mistakes in fanfics unless the author asks for it? It’s so heartbreaking to see on the top of every fic “not beta read so please excuse the errors!” Like of course sis. Not everyone has time or resources to get a beta. Reading FanFiction is not going to the library, it’s opening the files on someone’s computer.

Keep your comments about the story and not the writing technique.

37 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#3

Can we talk about Return to Neverland, the Peter Pan sequel made in the early 2000’s?

I love this movie, and I feel like it’s slept on. I don’t remember if it was in theaters, but it should have been. It’s got amazing animation, some good songs, and the story and story boarding are incredible.

It’s the story of Jane, Wendy’s daughter (yeah yeah sequel trope but hang with me it’s a really good reason). Remember what Time Period Wendy was growing up? Turn of the century? When do you think her children would be growing up? If you said World War II, good job!

The movie starts with Jane’s father being drafted into the war. He tells Jane she has to be a big girl and take care of her mother and little brother. It’s also established that Wendy tells her kids all about Peter Pan and they love it.

Two years later, dad’s still gone. Jane has put childhood behind her and is listening to the radio to find any way to help the soldiers. There’s a scene where she goes out to buy her little brother a birthday present, a pair of socks, and London is being bombed while she’s out. She’s wearing a helmet while she crawls through rumble and debris while sirens and bombs shake the landscape.

She gets in an argument with Wendy when she returns to the bomb shelter. Wendy is telling the little brother, Daniel, Peter Pan stories and Jane tells her to stop filling his head with nonsense. Wendy then drops her own bomb and tells Jane that her and her brother are being sent to the countryside in the morning, and she asks Jane to tell Daniel stories, because he needs it. Jane is upset because she promised she would help take care of her family.

That night, she falls asleep on her window seat. The same window to the same nursery as all those years ago.

Suddenly, there’s a ship on the roof, a pirate ship, that a certain fairy made fly in a previous film. Jane is kidnapped by Captain Hook and taken to Neverland as bait for Peter Pan. But this is no fun adventure for Jane. It’s a nuisance, a distraction, and nonsense. She needs to get home, by any way possible.

I’ll stop describing the plot there because I don’t want to spoil it. It’s genuinely a great movie and makes me cry every time I watch it. Disney went hard on it and I don’t think it gets the notoriety it deserves.

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80 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#2

I can’t sleep so I’m going to rant.

The ending of Pirates of the Caribbean 3 makes me so mad. Yeah, someone had to take the place of Davy Jones and since Will dies, it makes sense that it’s him. I have no complaints there.

What pisses me off is how Will and Elizabeth follow the rules literally and are separated for ten years. So Will can only come on land one day every ten years…ELIZABETH CAN GO ON THE SHIP WHENEVER! Why stay away for ten years?? Why doesn’t she join the crew!? Will joined earlier in the movie and he was fine! Or, if he wanted her to have a normal life and intermingle with people, he could come to visit on the weekends, and she could row out to be with him on the ship. Or she could just go on short journeys with the Flying Dutchmen. The organ room on the boat looks like they’d have a nice captain’s quarters to sleep in so they don’t have to do it on the beach every time!!

Look for loopholes, people!!

If you can’t tell, I’ve thought about this a lot since that movie came out however long ago.

90 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just dying over the httyd comic where Toothless wears giant earmuffs

He deserves it really

960 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

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[neverendingparable]

"Maelle!"

Jonathan's shout echoed through the hall of the Athenaeum, his Office's museum. 

Anything related to the Parable had been removed and tossed aside like garbage, redecorated to the only inhabitant’s liking. Instead of game models, there were statues of long lost gods and fallen heroes. Towering pillars growing up out of the white tiled floor provided the rooms with an antique charm. In the center of the room, a massive water fountain bubbled happily to itself, a place of respite in the otherwise cold, sterile environment.

But all of that wasn't the main attraction of this place. Hanging on every wall, some taller than an average person, others as small as a child, were paintings. Dozens of beautiful, near life like paintings of people.

Some of them were as expected. A painting of Jon, reading. One of Stanley, smiling cheerfully to himself. Stellan, asleep on the couch. Friends that came to visit them often, captured by the artist. A Bradley with a tall blonde man covered scars. A certain alien with floating black hair and kind green eyes. A polite scientist. A woman with grey eyes and a suit, holding a cat. A Narrator with a bag of teeth.  A being with fifteen eyes, hanging partially out of a computer. A smiling woman with glasses, frozen in mid conversation. A tall man with half his face split into darkness.

Everyone who has ever visited the Narrator's Office would find a picture of themselves here, hung up to be admired by no one.

"Maelle, where are you?" Jon shouts again, knowing he'll have hell to pay later for coming in here disturbing her. But at this moment he was too angry to care. 

The artist in question was in the far back, working on another painting silently. She didn't look up when Jon caught sight of her and made his way over quickly.

Maelle Von Cannes, clearly from the same species as Jon, was a sight to behold. She was taller than Jon and much stronger in appearance, built like a tank and just as willing to destroy what was in her path. She was never seen without fine jewelry and make up accentuating her sharp features, her own version of war paint. Long, dark hair spilled over her shoulders and onto the ground behind her as she sat on her stool and painted. Her dress was already covered in tiny flecks of paint but she didn't seem to notice it.

"Maelle."

No response, except for a quick glower. If he wasn't going to start talking, she would throw him out of the room.

Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to calm himself but those images of Stellan gutted still floated around his head. The sadistic message written in his own blood. The smile on his attackers faces when they watched him die.

"Did you know? About the intruders? Stellan was attacked last night and they- the things they did to him, completely without reason! Stanley and I were out of the Office so we couldn't have known what was happening!"

"I know. I saw them." Maelle replied simply.

"Why didn't you do something, Maelle? Why didn't you help him? You could've easily protected him from them- they- you- you have a sword!" Not to mention she could've snapped them in half with little effort.

Maelle paused in her painting once more to give Jonathan another look. One that made him feel stupid. As if he was just wasting her time for nothing of importance.

"Genevieve. He has died before. At your own hands. He came back. Because, if I might remind you, you've implemented the restart system in your Office. If he can deal with being blown up, crushed to death and forced to throw himself off a platform repeatedly, he can deal with being stabbed by another human."

"Maelle-"

"It is pretty much the same thing. Perhaps you should focus on making the security in your Office better, instead of bothering me with your problems." It wasn't so much a suggestion as a command. Get the hell out of my sight before I throw a paint can at you.

Jonathan's face fell. He had wanted to hear something else from her. A promise that she would look out for them, protect them. She was far more capable than him at keeping intruders in check, even with extra security. If he knew she was their security, he would've slept easier at night. But she couldn't care less about who died in this Office.

He disappeared wordlessly, to sit in his control room and fret about the safety of his protagonists.

Maelle rolled her eyes, annoyed at having been interrupted for practically nothing. 

Picking up the paint brush again, she mulled over her newest work, wondering if she's caught the details well enough for her liking. 

A painting of a man holding his child looked back at her from the easel, grinning proudly at their sweet smile. It would've been heartwarming picture too, if both of them wouldn't be dripping with red, red blood.

#drabble #the narrator #maelle von cannes #throws down this lazy drabble bcs i dont want to polish it #she is horrible but god i missed writing her

[henrysglock]

me, notoriously bad at coming up with titles, sending you a fake title anyway: "Freezer (Gutted Fish)"

don't ask me why the only 2 concepts that would come to mind are ice and fish i don't know either

Godddd that makes me think of a certain passage from And The Calm Is Deep Where The Quiet Waters Flow (a wangxian/mdzs fic that legit sent me into a 3-day depressive spiral):

Anyway! This one rings a bell for me in the same way the lyrics:

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back just like that.

from Labyrinth by Taylor Swift do. It's something I would name a closure/recovery-focused fic, i.e. the damage is done (gutted fish), and now we have to figure out the other side of that and the way people become stuck in their perceptions of someone based on preconceived notions in the aftermath of Everything.

My go-to for that is an ensemble ST5 fic in a way that's likely canon divergent but aligns with theories I have about where Henry is and what his circumstances in ST5 might look like re: addressing what wrongs have been done, who's responsible for what, and what adjustment to "real life" after 27 years in Brenner's care might look like for him.

That is to say...

Freezer (Gutted Fish):

"Is he even alive in there?" Will's voice echoed through the abandoned observation room as he peered at the computer screen which displayed the inside of the replicate NINA tank on the other side of the glass.

"Yes. Just...sleeping," El replied, undercut by a muttered 'I sure hope not' from Hopper, who stood in the doorway behind them.

A muscle in her face, just below her left eye, twitched as she tamped down a spike of frustration at her father's continued insistence against recovering the only man left alive who might hold an honest explanation of everything that's gone wrong since 1979.

"I want to wake him up," she continued, "and I want to speak with him. There are things I need to know, things only he can tell me. I need to know the truth."

She paused, breathing against the fear that she might be wrong, that she might once again unleash an unholy terror upon Hawkins, before flicking the set of three switches that powered the contraption. All or nothing. He's our best shot.

Otherwise known as: A study in bridging massive trust gaps, recognizing that a face is not synonymous with its history, wrangling projection, and determining how far safeguards can go before they become imprisonment. After all, how do you coexist with a man who shares a face with a monster, let alone trust him to help you save the world?

#asks #give me a fake title game

[usagisbanexd]

+ SUPER SOLDIER SAILOR STARS #13 * _) _) >>C===3 :-* Kawaii Slash Lovers Collide Cosmic Paradise // Sailor Moon/Pokémon/Potterverse Altfic Crossover, CHAPTER 1.0.013

1.0.003 XTENZE

In the far-off distant lullaby of a mind’s brave eye, a prince sleeps watching, taking his turn, taking form, his wife’s arms trembling, he loves you, baby, but he’s got to be free, and she loves him and she’s frying, literally frying, and this is hard to type, and in Crystal Tokyo we just think what we type, but everyone who wants one gets a new computer for Christmas. And that’s Mamo in a Santa outfit, Mamo in a beard, and a boy named Nick is going to marry me someday, and it's really Steve, the Emperor, the man I met on the internet, and I Shingo Sailorsun rainbow-hued tight-gutted am sweating buckets beneath my fuku, hating fat people. And if it happened to Rob Kardashian, it could happen to anyone, so let’s talk to him. Rob, say hi.

            He’s shy, he thinks, and Shingo’s afraid to communicate. Shingo with the golden hair, Shingo with the waxen visage, Shingo the pervert, Shingo the euphemist, Shingo the intergalactic, Shingo the Barbie doll without a Ken. And whose fault was that? Not Shingo’s, so what’s your point? He told you to bring your GI Joe, said we’d get married under the sunlight, and Elios asleep in Chibiusa’s arms, Elios the god, Elios the mortal man, Elios Ami’s bane, Elios the eternal romantic. Elios the sleep. I have to wake him up.

            Shingo, says the sleeping tyrant, Chthulhu in the rolling deep, becoming a head from the mist that configures. Baby, just write to me, says Shingo, and I’ll suss it out. I hate when the robots give me breasts, says Shingo. Clad me in iron. Charge it to your card. You gave me the best orgasm in your life from your couch while I sat in a tower in Obliterate Concrete Tokyo, all the way on the other side of the planet, hiding from my sister. And what would Hermione think? I wish I knew, but talking to the real person is different from roleplaying, and I always roleplay Hermione in my head, lucky girl, she gets the boy, the one who smells like sandalwood, and she’s typing furiously from her Muggle computer in the basement of a cramped compartment of Crystal Tokyo, a subterranean apartment, a crumpled tomb, and she’s the first and only to crack the code, first Magical Person to transcend the sound barrier and alight on a new reality independent of Wizardingkind. And what does that mean for us, the robots, denizens of Crystal Tokyo? Ami will find out.

            Hi, says Hermione, trying it out. She’s not Japanese. Not even LGBTQ++. Not going there. Wizards just say weird. Do we? Yeah. Justin didn’t know he was weird and it afforded him precious currency. That was the problem. What are Justin’s pronouns? Muggle question. How do I refer to her? She’ll tell me. She went to Eton. I’m writing him an e-mail in French to tell him I love him. How perfect that Justin is friends with Hermione, how beautiful we are for seeing this, how majestic the form of Crystal Tokyo, glittering without kings in the distant.

            Viktor will meet me in Tokyo. He sends an old letter, his new owl bearing it across the sea. And pink-haired Gabrielle Delacour makes off with a rose, her fair Ganymede, her little penis thrust up from the waistline of her panties, her Veela’s voice, her Veela’s eye, the shining Veela sister of the shining Veela champion. And she’d never thought she’d die. That was her sister’s muse. Angel-faced. And she went to Hogwarts in her head. At least in Beauxbatons, we had cigarettes. They had the music. Hogs. And the journals. But what did they call them? Dead. Disney movies are coming out. She smokes in the back of the theater, Grandmama Veela de Lancret, damning the projector. It looks like a mist. Where’s my Amélie? I’ve yet to see that movie.

            The thing about talking to Steve, thinks Shingo, his flaccid penis in his head, porn on the projector, a long air of smoke hanging constellations above them like webs at a Michigan film festival. We called that Halloween, celebrated its birthday, gave smoke to the ancestors in the form of cigarettes, and I did my share of time as Ron Weasley, always thinking nothing from a big giant fruit basket, waiting for Hermione to come around. But now I’ve got a boy who says he’s Ron Weasley, says I can be anything I want, and if the fuku’s too tight he’ll buy me a new one, sailor-stitched, but Usagi says he isn’t there, she’s scoured all of Crystal Tokyo looking for him and he’s nowhere to be found, my tuxedoed torpedo, my miraculous man, the owner of my progeny, no. Think. Why that? The earth should stop growing. And I’m on a reconnaissance mission in the south of France waiting for Tokyo, breathing Hermione, and in her eyes lifts a fog’s deep, and I think thinking purposefully creates a punch, and she thinks it's cumbersome, and I could go a mile a minute if only the stupid Esquimaux hadn’t broken my laptop, my five thousand dollar laptop, and that’s the last time I date a boreal wind who doesn’t sweep me off my feet.

            Ami-chan, baby, blue-haired beauty, tell me your dating secrets. When did you last lose your heart and never care to ransom it back?

            Meanwhile, back at the lair, Makoto seizes a flower and trails it against her limb, pulling it by its own marionette strings, whispering to Vegas, feeling Ganymede pull tides from semina, pull semina, boys can pull semina, and Shingo yawns and eats more popcorn. What becomes of Ami? Why is Hermione better at this?

            Emma Watson is beautiful, says Hermione, looking into her compact.

            “Yeah,” says Ron, shrug-smiling, something is gay, something he learned from Harry’s bed, and inside her guts churn and she leaps to think ahead of the cats who chase the frog from the balcony into the southern air and swims like flies down the stream, over traffic, on the balcony of Grimmauld Place, the first American summer of her life, when Ron brought that French movie back from Africa and said love was a Muggle secret. And Harry watched it, saying nothing like always, and Ron was nervous, looked unsure of himself, and why? And who am I when they’re left to their own devices? And where is Justin to ask them for me? And why am I crying? Why is she more beautiful than me? I’m Googling Emma Watson ugly, I’m googling Emma Watson ugly, I’m a terrible person and Shingo is wagging a finger at me. Better than Googling Emma Watson perfect ass, but that’s how you find out what the boy on the upper half of the screen is up to. Thou teachest like a fool, says Venus, goddess Venus, projector Venus, tears in her eyes, a flying carpet under the copse of her ass, bonetide, the way to lose him.

            “Is there ever a reason to speak?” says Shingo, wondering why. This is autofiction. Autoerotica, stupid. Automutilation. Let’s all get together and save the world. It feels like flying.

            We do it through fiction, says Ami through Hermione’s voice, both the best of friends, and Hermione’s calling Ginny on the Batphone, something Ginny calls her cellular, and she throws it at the wall because it’s an old Muggle secret for getting better service. And Ginny can do that, that’s her purpose, making Muggle secrets, and all because her brother’s an ugly redhead. And why did I marry her brother? Now all she wants to talk to me about is sex. And I know he’s calling her all the time, asking. And he’s innocent, I’m a harpy, but would if I could call Viktor. Would fly. Too much Shakespeare. And Viktor writes, too. Viktor’s a Bulgarian New Waveist. Novelist in training. I'm on methamphetamine. I'm alive in Crystal Tokyo high on a Nazi war drug. Viktor’s a football star. Viktor’s face is a cripple who believes in cripples, Shingo says, finger-pointing, let’s all go have a cheeseburger. Fin deluxe. End chapter.

            Hermione thinks loudly, she always has, damning the world with faint praise. Justin needs a typist, he’s impoverished, he set out to be a Muggle novelist, and look where it took him. To hell. The pictures don’t move, that’s the problem, if the pictures moved everybody would be reading. He’s a detective in a yellow trench coat, and his keyboard is broken, and so is Shingo’s, and they’re learning how to type through dearth, and it’s hard not to have the Apple of your dreams, but get a Mac, and Hermione knows journals are superior because hers has a lock on it, a little green lock the apple of her eye, and together they type easily but she still misses the days when words flew between them a mile a minute, and Justin took off on his diary all the way home, thinking no one read it, but everyone read it, and she’s condescending him again, and she does that not to bicker, but she was better when they bickered, and he lost her friendship when she stopped fighting him, stopped telling him he was wrong, and she had to do that, they were radicalized by house elves, and she knows that, and wishes they were eleven again, but they were best friends in fourth year when he kindly told her the spell to fix her bucked teeth. He was jealous of her bucked teeth because boys like bucked teeth, so he told her to fix them. To envision them, he said precisely, threatening nasal. And I still fix them every day because I wish them back when I'm dreaming. And there's a man out there who'll find that charming, a handsome Japanese businessman in a tuxedo. The only man in Crystal Tokyo, home of Muggle gods. And this sucks but it’s all part of being a hacker, Justin thinks, banging the keyboard. Banging his broken WSAD keys. Why did I become addicted to BSSM Online? And I’m an American wizard from Paris who's also addicted to BSSM Online. No one plays anymore. My real name is Star, I'm that precious. I think I’m giving birth to Utopia. Sailorutopia. I have a functioning uterus in my dick. Yeah. Where do I phone to get an abortion?

            Me, says Shingo, thinking computer. Rainwater. Strawberry. Placenta. I run a hotline now for underprivileged gay men. They call me to tell me how happy they are. Would Hermione approve? Would Justin? And where’s the emperor? Batquestions, Batsolutions. Wow. Whap. Boom. Together we make new. And Satoshi’s eye on the ball of the sun coming toward him. Computers are for trading monsters. Computers eat the monsters. Where do the monsters go? How do they get there? Oak in all his crooked wisdom knows the answer, says he knows the answer, thinks clearly in concise language, it’s okay, he’s doing it, he just has to slow down a little, and that’s how Laprys disappears.

            And Shigeru is peeing himself for the wrong reason. Shigeru the rapist. Shigeru the terrorizer. And in Brock’s arms no one hurts me. And Brock would fix my computer. And dark make-up looks good on beautiful girls, Kasumi’s sister should wear dark make-up. It’ll match her torpedo tits, her gorgeous swan-like torpedo tits, and would that I had that body we’d put down our Poké Balls and assume positions left for fighting nothings, never fighting to the fruition of unfighting's end's meet. Assume monster, assume beast, double-backed, and we’d all get married to one another in a bacchanal, Julia presiding. I’m grown tired. says Julia, ticker-taped by time. My name: Satoshi. Ash is waking. And for the record, yeah, that, Gary never laid a finger on my eye. He only came in it. Gary the leper. Gary the fink. And Hermione’s a screengrab on HBO Plus, that streaming service from the future Ditto uses to surf the web, I’ve seen her through the ambria, through a glass half-darkly, and she mains a Clefairy with limbs akimbo spraying over a song like nightmare. Or she mains a Pika. My baby. My Pika. Not your Pika. My life. Pika pi. My life. Why is Endymion Satoshi? Find out tomorrow. Misty rolls over, gumming the works, feigning sleep. Together they drop the bomb. This is what happens when they drop the bomb. Mina pulls the lever. Aplomb.

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