#my brain connected eldritch and ran with it

[luimagines]

The Chain with a almost god like giant titan like Creature s/o reader.

Sorry that's a mouthful!

Like, they look human but are huge and have different kind of things about them that Hylians don't have. (Also,imagine the heros are so tiny compared to their s/o. Like Sky is like telling the Chain. But their in awe of the enormous creature that sky has been gushing about 10 times a hour.)

Please 🙏

Chain with an eldritch s/o. I dig it. Like that Eldritch Zelda that went around a while back.

It's going to be in headcanon form fyi. I hope that's ok!

Masterlist

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Four

If you thought that a typical s/o for the smithy would have made him smaller....

He is dwarfed by comparison

Scorpion legs, mandibles, a spiked tail and as big as a house

Four proudly presents them to the group with the biggest flourished gesture he can do

“And I love them very much.” He says proudly.

The group is all silent

They click their mandibles in nervousness. “Um... So how do you do? Link has told me much about you all in his letters.”

Sky breaks out of it first. “We’re all alright. Four speaks about you a lot as well. e just weren’t anticipating you to be so-”

“Freaky?” They say quietly, causing Four to snap his head in their direction- words of rebuttal already on his tongue.

“Big.” Sky amends. “I was going to say big... Especially when he’s so...”

Four turns back to Sky with a glare. “Say it.”

Sky huff. “Look, Wind is taller than you. I thought it would have been someone I would have been able to look in the eye when you said they were bigger than you.”

Four splutters and tries to think of a comeback

It lessens to tension and Wild and Hyrule both step forward to introduce themselves

Time and Warrior give a small bow in respect

Wind run to try and climb on top of them 

Twilight stops him before he can actually get away with it

Legend has been facepalming the entire time

His hand slides down his face slowly and he cuff Four by the side of his head. “When you say they get hungry easy it’s because you have mint on your porch. It keeps the spiders away-”

“Oh!” They perk up. “Is that why they don’t come by any more? I was wondering why it seemed like there were more bugs than usual. They’re not as filling.”

Legend gives Four a ‘I-Told-You-So’ look

Four says nothing 

Hyrule

He had no problem with it!

“Hey guys! We’re about to meet the sweetest person in this entire planet. I can’t wait for you guys to see them.”

“Slow down Traveler.” Legend laughs. “We don’t know this place as well as you do- we might not be able to keep up.”

“Honey?” A voice speaks. It’s quiet and surreal- like multiple voices speaking at once. “Is that you?”

Traveler beams. “It’s me! I’m home! Come meet my friends!”

They step out. Multiple eyes blink slowly and feathered hands come in front of them in a nervous manner. They are giant.

Legend pauses. Where would he have seen this creature before? If he has anyway...

Sky smiles pleasantly and walks up slowly. “Hello there. Link’s told us a lot about you.”

Hyrule coughs. He didn’t. He doesn’t know why Sky is lying.

Time steps forward as well. “Good to meet you. I was wondering who was taking good care of him back home.”

Hyrule flushes. This isn’t what he was expecting.

“You know what...” Wild sighs. “I can’t even say I’m surprised. Call me Wild. We’re all friends of your Link.”

They smile. “Yes... My Link... Has he been behaving himself?”

Four nods. “Yup! He’s been a great help to all of us.”

Wind and Warrior both come up next to the hero in question and clap him on the shoulders. “We adore him.”

His partner smiles gently. “We share the same sentiment then.”

Twilight hasn’t said much but he stares at Hyrule with the stare of a thousand suns.

Hyrule clears his throat and tries to ease his embarrassment. “My home is nearby. We can all go there before the storm hits.”

They nod and reach their hand out.

Hyrule takes it without hesitation.

“Let’s go then.”

Legend

Legend was a bit nervous to introduce his s/o

They were huge

With multiple arms and multiple pairs of eyes

But they were so cute

Ignoring they were twice the size of a hinox

His hinox’ anyway

Wild’s are the largest he’s ever seen

Twilight sighs exasperatedly

“Spiders again”

Legend bites his lip

Wild and Four stare, wide eyed, jaw agape and say nothing

Hyrule is instead staring at Legend and Legend doesn’t know what to make of it

Time bites the bullet and holds out his hand

Warrior and Wild follow suit without question

They all shakes hands at the same time

“Hello” They say

Sky waves with a smile

“Thank you for looking after Link.” They say softly

Legend blushes and playfully swipes at them, only annoyed at the surface

“Hey-!... I can take care of myself. ...You know that.”

“Hmm... I feel better... knowing you’re not alone anymore.”

Everyone jumps on to let them know everything is ok

Legend sighs in relief

That... went a bit better than he thought it would

Sky

A bit nervous

But mostly because he doesn’t want anyone to say anything mean

If they do, he’s throwing hands

He’s done it before he’ll do it again

“Ok, Beloved... You can come out now.” He says softly.

They step out in all their ethereal glory

There’s the size of the two story house with wings and glowing silver eyes

There’s red and blue markings on their face

Time is getting flashbacks

Warrior is also having flashbacks

Twilight is watching Time and Warrior with interest 

Wild and Legend share and look

Sudden dread and uncertainty over take them

Hyrule marches right up and sticks his hand out. “Hi.”

They smiles and shake it. “How do you do?”

Wind tilts his head. “How do you do what?”

Four shrugs and also goes to introduce himself. “Sky won’t shut up about you. You’re just as impressive as he said.”

They actually flush a little and look away. “He’s always talked a bit more than he knows what to do with. I’m sure he exaggerated a lot of things.”

Legend coughs. “I’d argue he understated a lot of things.”

Sky deadpans. “Gee, I wonder why.”

They laugh like church bells. “I can see why Link likes you all so much. Would you like a tour?”

Time

No longer cares about other people’s opinion

It’s not the boys believed him in other thing that he’s told them

So he’s kept this one close to his chest

He opens the doors to his home where you’re waiting in the living room

Time has also long given up on asking how you fit through the door

Four’s and Wild’s jaws hang wide open

Twilight actually trips over himself and falls backwards

This explains some things...but now he just has more questions

Like.. why the third eye? or the wings? and scales? and clubbed tail?

“Uh... Old Man...?”

“Oh it’s you! My boy!” They cry. “I know my babies where ever they are! I didn’t think you were serious dear!”

Time takes offense

“I told you. Of all things, this is the one you don’t believe?”

Cue Sky and Warrior looking between Twilight and Time, putting the pieces together but only becoming more confused in the process.

Legend sighs and flops in on himself.

“This might as well happen.”

Hyrule slaps him over the head

Sky bite his lip and waves a bit

He chuckles a bit out of nervousness

“We’ve heard... about you..”

“Have you?” They lean in

“Technically?”

They laugh

“It’s ok. Link doesn’t want any undue harm to come my way. He’s very protective like that. Come in! Come in! I’ll make some tea.”

Twilight

Just like how he was nervous to show his form as Wolfie, he’s actively trying to lighten the blow when the group meets his s/o

“Ok, so just so you guys know, they’re... bigger than normal... and may not be what you’re expecting.”

“Should we be scared?” Legend raises an eyebrow.

Twilight winces. “Well I would rather you not be. It would be a bit rude even if you can’t help it.” 

Time puts his hand hand on Twilight’s shoulder. “If they’re important to you, we’ll be on our best behavior. Isn’t that right boys?”

Wild grins and gives a salute.

Warrior smirks and nods.

“Who’s important to Link?” A new voice says.

All heads snap in that direction

Large antlers and fangs, scales and tethers and a few feathers coat their body

Wind and Sky stare wide eyed

Hyrule blinks and punches Legend

“Oh my..” They say

“Pleasure to meet you!” Four gathers his wits first, hand already out to shake. “Your Link has talked a lot about you. All good things.”

They flush in a way that looks abnormal. “Oh... Oh my goodness- Ok. He always does this. I’m sorry if I’m not exactly what you were expecting.”

“Nothing could have prepared us for this.” Legend blurts

Hyrule glares at him

Legend flinches away

Twilight coughs. “Guy this is __”

They wave. “...Nice to meet you.”

Time bites his lip for a moment, letting it process before he gestures to Wild. “We brought lunch if you’re willing to join us.”

“Well that sounds lovely!”

Warrior

Warrior was practically avoiding it

Like bits and pieces, he would reveal

But never about their physical appearance

So when They finally appear with antlers, wings, and fur

Warrior waits with baited breath

Time sends Warrior a knowing look that he knows he’ll pay for later

Wild is the first to say something as he eagerly introduces himself

Twilight follows suit with Wind right on his metaphorical tail

Hyrule approaches hesitantly but is polite none the less

Sky stays a bit behind as Time goes in to say hello again

Four and Legend feel like they’re seen weirder and Warrior speaks well of them enough

“Hello again Little one.” They say patting Time on the head

“Not so little anymore.”

“Still little to me.”

“So how did you and Warrior meet?” Legend cocks a hip, eyebrow raised and all.

They smile, showing their multiple canines. “He shot me.”

“I told you, I’m sorry!” Warrior groans. “That’s not exactly what happened anyway.”

They giggle. “They call you Warrior now? I wasn’t aware your war merits carried over through time.”

“It’s... not that necessarily.” He blushes.

“He’s also called the Captain.” Wind raises his hand, thinking that it would to catch their attention.

“...Strange... That’s not his position here.”

“HO-KAY! Introductions are over! Who wants lunch?” Warrior yells louder than he needs to.

His S/O is going to embarrass him badly before he leaves

That’s the plan

Wild

He sees nothing with it

He doesn’t even think that it would register as strange to the others

“Link?” They call out. “Oh Link you’re back! Thank goodness you’re alright!”

Wild perks up and snaps his head in the direction of the voice.

He runs to them

The others pause and watch

They come out and pick Wild up as if he was only a bag of grapes

“Oh , I was so worried about you! Have you been taking care of yourself like you promise? I thought you would have been away for longer.”

Wild laugh and kisses them on their nose. “I’ve been just fine. I want you to meet my new friends.”

Twilight coughs and catches their attention. He waves.

“Oh!” Their second pair of arms comes up to cover their mouth. “Oh how rude of me. How do you do?”

Legend blinks. “How do you do what?”

They giggle. It sounds like thunder and their tail flickers playfully behind them.

They set Wild down. “How are you?”

“Fantastic, all things considered.” Warrior has to crane his neck up just to look at their face. “How did you and Champion meet?”

“Oh that’s a long story-”

“Let’s go in side first.” Wild interjects, a wide smile on his face. “I can start lunch and we can all get comfortable in the living room, yeah?”

Time seems amused, if a bit perplex. “Of course, Cub. Lead the way.”

“Cub?” They turn to Wild. “That’s precious.”

“Let’s gooo...” Wild coughs. His cheeks are a but pink.

From the looks of Four, Hyrule and Wind.... they’re never going to let him live that down.

Wind 

(Not really s/o... more like best friend... maybe when they’re older but as it stands-)

Wind was going to blow their mind

His surprise is probably going to get him serious street cred

He was going to introduce them to every one and he was going to get all their reactions saved in his pictobox!

Wind stands in front of everyone, pictobox ready and tells you to come say hi

Longer than normal arms, thirty fingers, sunken eyes and moss for hair- and tall

Wind snaps the picture of his buddies

They’re going to love this later on

They already giggle and wave

Wild, Hyrule and Legend numbly wave back

“Hello!” You grin.

Time sits down

Wind grins as well and jumps onto their arm

He climbs up

“This is my friend! The one I was telling you guys about!” He says proudly. “Aren’t they cool?”

“...Very cool Sailor...” Warrior cranes his head up.

“Um.... So... how have you been?” Four tries for normal conversation. 

He tries the old friend approach.

“Oh you knooww~~ Burrowing in the sand, taking in the sun, dragging sailors underwater, having tea parties with the locals. Same old, same old.”

“What was that one you just said?”

“Taking in the sun?”

“After that.”

“The tea parties? Oh! We should have one! I was about to have lunch anyway. Why don’t you call come over? Since you’re friends with Link, we can be friends too.”

Twilight smiles tensely. “...Sure... We’d love to.”

#linked universe #linkedunivese #linked universe x reader #I did them in alphabetical order this time :D #It's weird to look at XD #I don't think I've done it this way #I did them out of order anyway #and I very quickly forgot #that the s/o was still supposed to be hylian in appearance to a degree #my brain connected eldritch and ran with it #I'm sorry #I'll cool it with some of them #^.^* #did I take creative liberties and theories for this au in Sky's segment? #yes #I wonder who can figure it out #but I'll just tell you #Hero spirit is not unknown to him for a reason #and he gets his power from his mama #FD is their kid #:D

[nerves-nebula]

The problem with being very passionate about a mlp fanfic is that.... it's a mlp fanfic. Nobody is going to read it no matter how you go on about it being your introduction to eldritch horror as a child and how it inspires you to write romance without writing romance (that might be the aromantic part of my brain latching on to the main protags yearning for connection but never really going the romance route but still!!) and how it weaves it's theme of music theory into it's horror elements without being too cheesy... But like I said no one is going to read it cause it's hundred of thousands words long and also an mlp fanfic

Cheers I’ll drink to that. If I share fanfiction with someone it means I’m really PUTTING MYSELF OUT THERE and fanfiction is soooo niche. so I get it.

Funfact about me though, I had a summer internship one year and ran out of podcasts/books to listen to and somehow ended up listening to a discord x fluttershy fanfic that’d been uploaded to YouTube as like a whole production with art and music and everything. It felt embarrassing and I didn’t wanna be caught listening to it but I did (generally) enjoy it.

Got blindsided by applejack x spike shipping though. That really took me out. and I’m not sure if I ever finished it but I was obsessed with it for a solid 3 weeks so. You never know man.

#nnstuff #fanfic #mlp #ask

[kagemaruzest69]

Lovesick {Karl Heisenberg x Reader}

Ch. 4 - {A Monster in Progress} 

*I updated a note at the end of this chapter, please take a look. -----‐--------------------------------------------

【ωє αяє συя σωη мσηѕтєяѕ αη∂ тнυѕ, ωє ƒєαя συяѕєℓνєѕ тнє мσѕт】

Morning came by quickly, (Y/N)'s delicate left hand rubbed her eyes as she woke up from her deep slumber, feeling groggy before she sat up on the couch and stretched her arms. The smell of oil, grease and tobacco was heavier in the room this morning than what she remembered last night. (Y/N)'s eyes found themselves directed over to the bed where Heisenberg was asleep. It seemed that he had worked late last night and went to bed right away. He looked so peaceful in his sleep as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

The man was lying on his back, shirtless save for his pants. His fedora hat and glasses were placed on the table next to his bed. The female's eyes locked on his manly features, noticing that parts of his body were still covered in grease such as his hands, a small part of each of his arms and his upper body. His body was quite toned beneath those thick clothing he always used.

Upon walking closer and sat softly on the bed, she noticed that there were many scars ran across his body and face. The scars were barely visible, but it was there if one were to inspect the mechanic closely. This made the female's lips curled in a soft but sad smile, thinking about what kind of experiments and pain he had gone through to have such scars on his beautiful male body.

Her right hand reached over to his breast as they traced the scar softly to his collarbone, higher to his neck and his jaw before resting on his left cheek. Right when she was about to touch the scar on his face with her fingers, she was suddenly pinned down onto her back on the bed as a result of his reflex towards anything that could harm him in his sleep. Heisenberg's right hand was placed on between her collarbone to pin her down and his other hand held a knife to her throat.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened as she felt a cold metal placed on her neck which was a sharp knife that was called beforehand onto his grip by his power. When Karl realized that it was just (Y/N), he released her body, but his sharp and judging eyes remained on her. "It is not an honorable thing for a woman to touch a man on his bed." He spoke as he rose from the bed. "Especially when she is in his den." He moved over to his closet to take a shirt out and went to the direction of his bathroom.

She sat up and looked down ashamed, "Please forgive my rudeness... it's just that you look so peaceful and that you deserve a better life, a normal life. Those scars on you, I am sure even if they were barely visible now, they still hurt and haunt you, don't they?"

Heisenberg scoffed, "What do you know about me and my life?" He turned his face over his shoulder to look at her form. "I know nothing." She responded, knowing he was right. He went to the bathroom and proceeded to wash himself.

The (H/C) haired woman went back to the couch and sat. Her thoughts once again raced about how she was also infected. Would she be able to understand him one day? Does she even want to understand his pain? The answer is yes. She must if she wanted to survive within the village. Knowing how to handle the pain and nightmare of the mold would totally help her adapt in this place until she would be able to escape.

Not long after, Heisenberg came out of the bathroom, fully clothed. He walked over to the table where he put his fedora and sunglasses. He picked them up and placed them at where they were supposed to be, "Have you felt anything different regarding your body?" (Y/N) shook her head as a no. "Let's assume that the mold within your body is still developing but with a fast pace and you are not really affected by its side effect. It could serve as a sign that you have a great connection or rather affinity with the mold."

"Am I going to be experimented on like you?" She had a worried look on her face, "As long as Miranda doesn't find out, you will be fine." She was content with his answer as she went to the bathroom to wash herself. Since she brought her bag with her to the factory, she had some of her clothes still. She picked to use a grey tank top with a beige jean. It wasn't long until she finished and came out from the bathroom.

"Is it possible to hide from her though?" He lifted his hammer easily with one hand as he headed for the door after he saw her coming out from the bathroom. "Nearly impossible but still possible. Though, I will be the one to perform the experiment on you to ensure that she won't be able to control or detect your mold."

Hearing his sentence, she gulped. She had seen what he did within these walls. Those numerous soldats would have been able to serve more than a proof of his capabilities of turning someone into an eldritch monster. But she chose to trust him still. "We will begin the experiment two days from now." He informed.

"In the meantime, entertain me with a tale about yourself." He motioned for her to follow him. "Well, I work or rather, used to be a data analyst. I don't think that it matters now, I bet the company would have fired me by now." She let out a dry chuckle.

Heisenberg just hummed in response as a clue for her to continue her talk and he would listen patiently to her. "I am only 22, used to live in (City name) and my boyfriend is James. He works at the same company as I did as a data engineer. He is such a romantic, loyal and humorous man." She smiled at the memory of her lover.

"Yet, he tried to kill you." Karl retorted. "I am sure it was not him who attacked me." (Y/N) spoke firmly to defend her lover. Heisenberg sighed as he took a drag from his cigarette that he had lit up earlier during their walk. He exhaled the smoke right to her face. "Wake up darling. He left you here." He spoke firmly. "If he had already escaped the village, fear not, for the mold within his body will attract him back to the village and by then, I will prove it to you my dear, that you are wrong about him."

She gritted her teeth and slapped Heisenberg really hard right then. That was sure to leave a red mark on his cheek. His cigarette fell to the floor as his face was turned to the right side. Heisenberg snapped his head back to her and pinned her to the wall by her neck. "You should face the truth. Do not be a coward." He growled as his body was fuming with his anger.

From the very moment the two met each others, their connection had always spiked like this, one minute they would be talking casually like a pair of good old friends and the next minute, they were fighting like they were enemies.

This time, she had recovered well and she was able to grab his arm with both of her hands hard enough to have her nails dug into his flesh. Her power began to show its color. He threw her across the hallway, which resulted in her hitting her back to the wall and she coughed up some blood. "Bastard..." she murmured as she wiped the blood from her mouth with her arm.

"You are the bastard here! You slapped me because I told you the truth! Would you prefer that I lied to your face instead?" Karl spoke as he stalked over to her with a dangerous aura surrounded him. "Like that bloody James did? HUH?!" His hammer was placed on his dominant hand, ready to smash her into pieces.

She would not give him the upper hand and decided to charge him head on. She tried to punch him but he evaded easily with a side step and moved his foot onto her back, kicking her to the ground before he planted it down on her back. "Do you have a death wish woman?!" he bellowed down to her.

She groaned in pain as she tried to get up from under his feet. She felt a strange power surging through her veins onto both of her hands as her fingers grew longer and sharper. The muscles on her body became stiff as (Y/N) lifted herself off of the ground. He was caught off his guard as he saw her fingers turned to claws, this enabled her to free herself from his foot and within a quick second, she moved as swift as the wind as she turned over to him and slashed him across his chest with her new claws.

Her attack was too fast for him to register and thus, blood spurted from his chest. The gash was deep and clean. Any mortal would have died right away or died because of the blood loss from the deep gash within a few minutes. He looked down to his chest and strangely, his regeneration power had slowed down. It was as if something was keeping his skin tissue from healing. He was positive that it had something to do with her developing power. Before he could say or do anything, she was about to attack him once again, but he managed to slam his beloved hammer towards her head on.

Instinctively, she put both of her arms out in defend but she was not strong enough. She was agile yes, but her brute force was still weaker than his. She chose to jump backward because she realized that she won't be able to handle the hammer's pressure any longer. The moment she jumped away, the hammer came down in contact with the ground and broke parts of the cement, sending some sharp pieces of the cement flying at a random direction.

Suddenly, she felt her heart raced, its beating faster and faster within her chest. The pain was unbearable as she let out a cry of pain. Her vision became blurred and she fell to her knees. Her hands supported her weight as she heaved, trying to stay conscious. (Y/N) was new to this power and it sure had taken a huge toll on her body. Her body was having a shock at the sudden transformation of her body and muscles. She will need time to adapt and train her body to the new power.

Heisenberg just watched in amazement of her power with a sickening grin. Plans already formulating within his brain, because if her power enabled her to inflict wound and slowed the recovery or even disabled the wound to be healed, she would truly be a huge help to him in his plan to bring Miranda down.

Not long after, he was brought out of his thoughts by her howl of agony as she called out to him before falling limp to the floor as the darkness enclosed her vision. He walked over to her and brought her body over his left shoulder as if she weighted nothing. His right hand held onto his hammer as he dragged her back to his quarter. He placed her down on his bed and went to grab some first aid to close his newly received wound, at least until it would close and heal properly. He did not want to risk dying because of stupid blood loss, especially not when he had found a trump card, a great piece to his plan.

-----‐-------------------------------------------- *Hello guys! I hope that you all have been enjoying the story up to this point. I would like to know your opinions on the story so far and what do you guys expect to see in the future? How would you like this story to progress? What kind of interaction between the reader and Heisenberg that you wanted to see and read? Please do leave your suggestion below. I really appreciate that❤ and thank you for the support so far

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[aerynwrites]

Words Unspoken - Din Djarin x Reader

Author’s Note: Good morning everyone! I finally completed another One shot from my never shrinking list of requets 🤣. I’m planning on having at least one more out this week along with a couple other things, but I’ll make a separate post about that later today at somepoint. Any who, I hope you all enjoy it and as always i love to hear your feedback! Also! Thank you to my lovely beta readers @anniebombannie and @amberthefiredemon! They have been such a blessing to me an helped me out a ton!

Request: Can you do a Din x Armorers apprentice!Reader where they kind of have an unspoken thing going on, and in ep 8 where din comes upon the pile of armor in the tunnels, he finds readers helmet in the pile and assumes the worst, but she comes around the corner with the armorer in snazzy new armor and Din is all *heart eyes*. And Din is all “I thought I lost you” and they have this really intimate moment amongst all the chaos and they do the thing where they rest their foreheads together.? Tysm!  (requested by @emma-frxst)

Word Count: 1.8k   

Warnings: angst, fluff, death.

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You and Din had known each other your entire lives. Having grown up together as neighbors, it was inevitable that you would form a friendship as children. However, this also meant that you were together the day your village was attacked. Your parents had immediately scooped you up from your bedroom and ran frantically from the house to meet up with Din’s parents and tried to escape the droid attack in vain. Your parents had died that day, and the Mandalorians had taken both you and Din in as foundlings. 

You both began your journey to become Mandalorians together. You ate together, trained together, took the creed together, and even cried together when the nightmares plagued your sleep. And as the years went on, this bond turned into more, and you both found yourselves falling hard for one another. Although you never outwardly told one another how you felt, you both knew. And even though you had not physically seen one another in decades, you could still feel the connection you had. However, when it came time to choose your paths in the covert, fate pulled you each in different directions. 

You knew Din was a fighter. A warrior. And while you could fight well, you felt a calling to work with your hands and help in other ways. So, you chose the path of becoming the Armorer’s apprentice. 

She had taken you on happily, stating “It’s nice to have someone who understands they can help in other ways than brute force.”

However, these different paths meant that you and Din rarely saw each other, and when you did it was in fleeting touches and soft words spoken in the few moments you had together. It killed you two. And that’s how you ended up standing in front of Din in your small quarters within the covert six months ago, as he told you of his plan to rescue the asset he had turned over earlier that day.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, gloved hands rubbing together anxiously, avoiding the unmoving gaze of the beskar helmet in front of you, “I’m sorry I can’t be there to help you.”

Din shook his head taking your hands in his own, “We can’t change the path that we’re destined for,” he reassures.

You just shrug your shoulders, “I know but-“ you pause steadying your shaking voice before continuing, “I’m just scared of what will happen to you. I never know if you’re okay until you walk back through that door,” you whimper.

You hear the man in front of you let out a quiet scoff, “Don’t be stupid. You can’t get rid of me that easily,” he jokes.

You let out a quiet laugh before looking over his new beskar armor, a reward for the very bounty he was going to take back, a reward you helped create, and you lean your head forward, relishing in the soft clink of metal against metal as Din lets his forehead meet yours. A Mandalorian kiss. 

“Just be safe, okay?” you ask quietly, hands squeezing his softly, “I don’t know what I’d do if you don’t come back.”

Din lets out  soft sigh before pulling away from you reluctantly, hands coming to rest on the sides of your helmet, “I’ll come back as soon as I can. I promise.”

But that memory felt like years ago as Din lies dying on the destroyed floor of the Nevarro cantina. That had been the last time he had seen you before he had saved the child and was forced to leave Nevarro, forced to leave you and break the promise he had given you all those months ago. He hadn’t heard your voice or seen you since that last conversation…hell, he didn’t even know if you were alive. That thought alone stirred fears and regrets inside of Din that he hadn’t even realized were there. He was full of regrets as him and his small team of friends laid pinned down in the destroyed cantina. He had told them to flee, sure that he was going to die. Cara and Greef reluctantly agreed, taking the child and leaving him with the reprogrammed droid and his own regrets. 

Those regrets being unspoken words and abandoned touches. He had never told you how much he loved you. He had planned to when they made it back to the covert, but now he didn’t know if that would happen. The next few moments pass in a blur. Him threatening the droid, removing his helmet, the droid healing him instead of hurting him -  It was all too much for his injury muddled brain to handle. Too many emotions and too many things happening all at once. He felt his heart pund against his ribcage as they finally caught up with Cara a Greef and began naviagting the damp, dingy tunnels leading to the covert

Would anyone still be here? Would you still be here? How would you react, did you think he was dead?

Even as his head began to clear of physical pain, it was still clouded by an emotional fog. He hadn’t seen you in so long and his heart clenched at the idea of finally being with you again. When the small group round a corner however, he almost stopped in his tracks at the sight before him. 

Mandalorian helmets.

A huge pile of them, all discarded and broken as they had been tossed aside after their owners were no doubt slain by the very people hunting him down. He continued to approach slowly, turning the light on his helmet off as he finally came within reach of the eldritch pile. His comrades were silent, no doubt feeling great sympathy for their friend. But as he scanned over the empty visors in front of him, he felt his breath being sucked from his lungs as his eyes  landed on an all too familiar gold colored helmet. 

Your helmet.

He knelt down, more because his knees collapsed beneath him at the weight of the situation more than anything, and he grasped your empty helmet in his hands, gripping desperately at the sides as tears of anger and confusion burned at his eyes. 

You were gone. Wiped out with the rest of the clan like roaches under the imperial boot. Snuffed out as easily as a candle, like you didn’t exist at all. 

But you did exist.

You existed in a happy and joyful life despite everything you had been through. You existed in Din’s bleak world as a light guiding him to shore to keep him from being sucked under the dark and dismal waves of his everyday life. You existed to him, and now, you were gone…taking a piece of the Mandalorian with you, and in that newly emptied space, Din’s entire soul was flooded with rage as he stared into your shattered and empty visor.

Cara took a cautious step forward, “We should go,” she says quietly.

“You go,” Din said firmly, “Take the ship. I can’t leave it-“ he had to stop himself, swallowing past the lump in his throat, “I can’t leave it like this.”

He pauses for a moment, before standing up abruptly turning on Greef with your helmet still held firmly in his hand, “Did you know about this?” he ignores Greef’s look of surprise and continues, “Was this the work of your bounty hunters?” he seethes, anger and grief lacing his words as he held onto your helmet like a lifeline.

Greef splutters, “No. When you left the system and took the prize, the fighting ended and the hunters just melted away,” he defended, “You know how it is. They’re mercenaries. They’re not Zealots!”

Din took several threatening steps forwards, and he felt the tears leaking from his eyes now as he still gripped the metal helmet in his hand with such force he worried he might break it.

“Did you do this?” he demanded, “Did you?” he was yelling now, his emotions getting the better of him for once.

“It was not his fault.” An all too familiar voice speaks through the darkness and causes a brief flicker of relief to flash through Din’s heart as the Armorer speaks.

“We revealed ourselves,” she says walking out of a nearby door to fiddle with a few discarded metal pieces, “We knew what could happen if we left the covert.”

Din watches her every move, not because he is afraid of her, but simply because he is waiting for you to come out behind her, a hope he knows is in vain. 

She continues, “The imperials arrived shortly thereafter…this is what resulted,” she states, a certain sadness in her voice. 

Din glances from your helmet in his hand then back to the armorer, “Did…any survive?”

The armorer seemed to understand the hidden meaning behind Din’s question, and he saw her move to answer but a set of approaching footsteps from the door she came from interrupted her.

“Who are you talking too?” 

Din feels the blood in his veins turn to stone as he hears a familiar and sweet voice meet his ears and you emerge into the tunnels. He noticed that a new set of armor replaced your old set as you stopped in your tracks and your gaze fell onto the group in front of you. You dropped the tools in your hands as your eyes fell onto Din’s form, the all to familiar beskar glinting in the low light. 

“Din?” you whisper, not believing that he was here, in front of you, after all these months. 

A loud metallic thunk is followed shortly after as Din drops your old helmet onto the concrete floor and runs to you, arms wrapping around you so tightly the air is pulled from your lungs. You feel tears fill your vision and fall down your cheeks under the helmet as you return his embrace, all your subdued fears and anxieties melting away as he held you in his arms once more.

“I saw your helmet and I thought-“ his voice cracked slightly as he spoke but he continued, “I thought I had lost you cyar'ika,” his voice was low and wet with his own tears as he spoke. 

You let out a soft chuckle past your tears as you pull away from the embrace, opting instead to rest your forehead gently against his own in a familiar gesture. 

“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” you say quietly, moving to intertwine your gloved fingers with his own, “Plus you had a promise to keep.”

Din smiled under his helmet and relaxed into you, his helmet leaning more heavily on yours as his hands squeezed yours firmly, “Yes, I did, and I came back, just like I said I would.”

You saw the other members of his group and the armorer move into the room behind you to give you some privacy, and you took this moment to pull away from Din minutely, hands still intertwined as you looked into his visor through your own. 

“I love you Din Djarin.”

Din doesn’t reply, he just pulls you into another tight embrace and leans his forehead against yours once more, letting out a quiet and relieved sigh. 

And even though he doesn’t say the words back, you know he loves you more than words could ever express.

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Avengers: Shutdown (Part 2)

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Unknown Location: 2024

Rough hands gripped your arms, ripping you out of the bed you had dozed off in. Your eyes moved around the room fleetingly to get a sense of who just grabbed you, but only the hallway was lit and didn’t shed any light on the suspect’s face. And across dimly lit hall, the man in the quarters across from you, whom you had learned his name to be Marcus, was in the same predicament as yourself.

Your body collapsed to the icy cement floor of the hallway, your mind so full of thoughts that being dragged out of bed was only a blur. Marcus was slumped on the ground next to you and you finally read fear in his eyes, a rarity once you assumed he could only exude nonchalance.

“Aufstehen (stand up)!” one of the men roared and pointed a gun in your direction.

Marcus leaped in front of you, arms raising above his head in hopes that it wouldn’t be his last move while guarding you. “Hey, hey...watch it with the gun.” You rolled your eyes behind him, feeling their stares gain intensity. Even though his eyes painted themselves with angst, his voice remained unwavering.

“Stand up or I’ll shoot you both.” Their words were hardly understandable, but the last few words ran your blood cold, your body reacting before your brain could. Once the both of you finally stood up, they motioned for you to turn and to continue walking down the eldritch hallway.

Once you both swiveled around, you felt the barrel of a gun press into your back. Marcus grunted, affirming that it wasn’t solely you being guided by the fear of death to an unknown location.  

You barely found time to take in your surroundings as fear gripped you and controlled your every motion. Your bare feet padded against the floor, unsure of how long you had been walking. “This is a nice place,” Marcus quipped in order to ease the situation, but the men failing to emit a chuckle proved it didn’t work. “Hey, how does that gun work?”

In pure disbelief, you peered over to your left to where Marcus should’ve been walking, but you were only met with bewildered eyes from the man who was supposed to be guarding Marcus.

“Wo ist er (where is he)?!”

“Wie hast du ihn verloren (how did you lose him)?!”

The men frantically scanned the area, shouts being heard that you couldn’t translate. And quite honestly, there was no indication as to where Marcus could’ve gone. The only affirmation you witnessed of his whereabouts was a gun seemingly being ripped from the trembling hands of his guard by an invisible force.

Your jaw dropped immediately in surprise, albeit enhanced individuals were normal for you. It just never occurred to you why Marcus was there; neither of you had talked about each other's abilities, the thought merely slipping your minds. And now you knew all you needed to know.

You took a step back from the situation unraveling which only caused your guard to raise his gun at you. “It’s not me!” you shrieked, arms raising above your head.

“Geh runter auf den Boden (get down on the floor)!”

“It’s not me!”

The discussion ended quickly when a gunshot rang in your ears and the man fell to the ground in a heap. He hollered, clutching his leg due to the bullet inflicted below his kneecap; his gun was seamlessly pushed a few feet away from him to where he could not reach.  

Before you could even process the situation unfolding in front of you, Marcus was back and kneeling next to the two men weeping in fear on the floor. “Sie sollten Verstärkung mitbringen (you should bring reinforcements),” he stated and outstretched his hand, both of the men slumping to the ground.

He breathed heavily, dropping the gun in his hand to the floor. A thousand questions were racing through your mind and as he turned around, it occurred to you that you really didn’t know this man. At the end of the day, you were held as a prisoner by someone you hadn’t met and Marcus was a mere stranger.

Although you were generously content that he had taken down the two men, you backed up with each step he took forward. “Hey, I know you’re a little scared right now…”

“No shit,” you mumbled.

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he began, finally halting his steps. “They brought us out for a reason and they’re going to be wondering why Tweedledee and Tweedledum didn’t make it with us.” You remained hesitant and silent, eyes following his every movement. “I told you, we have something they need. I guess you’ve seen mine.”

The reality of his words hit hard, freezing in your spot. You had wholeheartedly assumed the only reason why “they” needed you was because of your connections. Hell, you knew your father was trying his hardest to locate you and you would bring him right to the enemy.

But, deep down you realized that there was a greater reason, one you hadn’t even contemplated. You never possessed any enhanced abilities, relying solely on your physical training to get through every mission. Marcus’ lips curled into a smirk witnessing your realization.

“Holy shit,” you muttered.

“Down on the ground!” a thick voice boomed from the end of the hall, causing both of your heads to swivel to the suspect.

***

Germany: 2024

Tony slept on the couch every night, awakening in the early morning and using F.R.I.D.A.Y. to hopefully find some more information for the rest of the day until his eyes couldn’t take it anymore. He slept soundly the first night, but the video was gnawing on his brain. And when he found Steve in the kitchen the next morning, he made it his priority to show Steve that video.

Steve vividly remembered that night, fear gripping his soul when you collided with the floor before you both could say “I do”. The sound of you choking for air was woefully unforgettable. You were immediately rushed to the hospital, a miracle that you didn’t flatline on the way there.

Pepper and Morgan went home, not wanting to subject Morgan to how terrifying the situation was for a young child. Everyone else had stayed, although Tony had assured them to return home and he would update them. Then it became Steve and Tony, waiting patiently for some communication on what had happened to you that day with Pepper visiting every day to drop off food and check on the worried men.

The one day they both left for an hour, just to get some fresh air, they returned to an empty bed and an unkempt hospital room you had once occupied as the doctors attempted to calm them down.

The thought had completely slipped Tony’s mind when he was searching for information, F.R.I.D.A.Y. making the suggestion on a night that Tony couldn’t sleep. F.R.I.D.A.Y. had scanned the cameras from the hospital you stayed in the night of your wedding and they had been restored from prior deletion.

Tony sat and watched the video for hours, biting his lip and kneading his hands together in an attempt to come up with something...anything, that could bring him closer to his daughter. Grateful for F.R.I.D.A.Y., again, facial recognition had found Steve and even matched up a suspect from the hospital on German street cameras, confirming Germany was where he needed to be.

That night, Tony packed his bags and informed Pepper about the lead he received. Pepper urged him to go because even if she was hiding her pain from your sudden disappearance, it was burning a hole in her heart every second you weren’t there. It pained Tony to say goodbye to Morgan, even if it was for a few days or weeks, although it was something he wasn’t able to do with you before the wedding.

After Tony showed Steve that video, he couldn’t get the video out of his mind either, even a week later. Tony never thought he would be comforting Steve on their dainty apartment couch as Steve wept. While they both knew what had happened that day in the hospital, they still had no hints or clues as to where exactly in this godforsaken country they had taken you.  

Virginia tried her hardest and Steve appreciated it, albeit sometimes it didn’t seem like it. It took her some time to get accustomed to another Avenger’s presence in their temporary apartment, but it motivated her to work harder.

All three sat in the living room, searching on laptops or using F.R.I.D.A.Y. for further information. It was eerily silent if the incessant typing from Virginia and muttering from Tony weren’t heard, until F.R.I.D.A.Y. had spoken up. “Sir, I have some news.”

Tony looked over to Steve and Virginia and both of them had their eyes on him. News came far and few between this past week and it made him anxious to even reply. “What is it?”

A moment later, the AI replied. “Facial recognition scans show a male being taken a day before Y/N was, I will be searching for his information. On the other hand, sir...my system recognized a symbol on one of the men involved in his disappearance, matching one of the men who took Y/N.” A holographic image showed a symbol on one of their sleeves, Tony’s blood running cold. “Based on additional scans, this looks like HYDRA’s, but it is not quite the same.”

“Holy shit,” Tony whispered, mouth agape.

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Eldritch Book one Cht 1

    The salt on the wind left his lips dry and cracked, too many days at sea. He didn’t keep track of it he just tried to sleep the most of them away, though it's hard to sleep when you are force to stand, or other wise hang by the wrists as shoulder height shackles keep you bound. The chains of the shackles were engraved with Elven spells made specifically for him. The inhibit manna flow and prevented him from using his magic. The dark confines of his cell were made even lonelier when you count he was the only prisoner being transported. He sat against the white oak of the ship the best he could with the irons digging into his wrists.

     He felt the irons bite, but soon he smiled to the sweet feeling of exhaustion and sleep. He was sure he was being taken to be executed, so this was luxury to him, a bit of sleep again. "You're not done yet.". He awoke to the sudden and deafening blow of a cannon ball through the hull, blasting apart the steel bars of his cage and sending a scatter spray of splinters all directions. "Good morning to you too…" He jests with a smirk in his cage. A bell starts ringing full speed above him, he laughs at the music of chaos the elves displayed. "The yellow skins act like they've never been attacked by pirates."

   Outside the ship, a massive Golden wood built ship with crimson sails was attacking this prisoner cargo carrier. Cannons lined in triangular triple gun patterns on the top row, but single more tight together on the bottom. The figurehead bore 3 serpent like necks connecting to individual unique dragon heads. The elven captain, dressed in his fancy whites and blues, only could whisper to himself from fear, "The Ghidorah" .

    Atop the helm of this battleship, the captain stood looming over a crew of mixed bloods. Hybrids, orcs, humans and one Sea Elf. The captain himself, dressed wearing only leather pants, a tightly woven burlap type shirt, and leather jacket, was the great Dagon Dragmouth. Orange scales covering the body of this lumbering Dragonkin, with his wings tucked onto his shoulders as a cape. He smiled with a maw of daggers as smoke left his nostrils like trails from a burning pipe. "Fire the Scatter!" . His command booms to the lower decks of his ship as a team of crew mates push forward one of the triple guns. The cannons weld together with one powder chamber in the rear, loaded with shrapnel of broken chains, rusted bladed, and fractured cannon balls. They ignite the fuse and the guns fire in a horrible noise. The shrapnel tears through the first hole made, making it big enough to fit a crew through.

  The Wiseman looked at his right hand, the shrapnel cannons blown past his hand, ripping the one shackle off with little damage to his flesh. "That’s stupid luck. Thank you impossible odds" He jests to himself again and stops when the silhouette of Dagon himself shown through the light of the ship's hole. Small waves of water would manage to reach up to his feet as he walked past the broken threshold he made. He laughs as he witnesses thirteen elven soldiers lined up in their ridiculous Black iron armor with the gilded trims. Dagon draws two massive scimitar swords, the heat from his throat was so hot the Wiseman could feel it, "whoa big guy wait!" but his warning went unheard and the Flames from the Dragonkin went fast and hot, setting fire to much of the wood it contacted with. The elves seemed to vanish inside the flames, until it was done burning. Once his mouth shut The elves stood unharmed. Red Manna runes engraved in the armor they wore shielded them.

    The Pirate lizard was taken back, growling and without aid at this level he stepped back. Suddenly, 3 portals opened around the group of soldiers. Purple rings of alien writings spin making these portals causing distraction to the elves and even Dagon at this moment. The first portal, directly above the elves, dropped a swarm of slime spitting winged creatures, like scaled bats with mouths on the belly and no head. The slime they spit was stinky and stuck to them very well. One small creature taking interest in Dagon spit at his face as well and flew off. All the creatures return to the first portal once all elves have been coated. Dagon wiped his face.

     The other two portals released strange tentacles covered in  some kind of chitin carapace, tipped with pincer claws found on crabs but wider with bowl like openings in the very center. These claw tentacles moved quick and made short work of the elven troops. Eviscerating and devouring them as they try to fight back. The elven steel cuts through the chitin easily but there are far too much of them and soon the tentacles retreat into the portals, having consumed all elves. Dagon looked upon the scene in awe and shock, but not horror. He turned his head to the laughs of the Wiseman who had one hand freed and seemed to be the source of this scene. His eyes burned a purple haze that matched the rings. This haze, while unworldly, faded away soon. The Wiseman smirks "let me out…we share an enemy.".

   Dagon sheathed his blades looking at this human. He never had before seen that kind of magic, it gave him a terrible feeling of familiarity. He had questions and this human didn’t seem to be a threat to him. The sea elf ran down stairs with two gun axes in his hands, ready to take on whatever he thought made that noise. Not expecting to see Dagon freeing the sole prisoner on the ship. "Oi, Captain?! What made all that noise? And..All this blood" he questioned, looking down at his bare feet now slick from walking in the elven blood. The Sea elf had blue green skin, and a set of frills around his neck with green hair he kept tied under a red bandanna. His teeth were like shark's razor and serrated.  Dagon smirks, "A new crewmate Innsmouth, mr. …?" The Wiseman smiled brightly, and kindly. You can call me Thomas…Thomas Eldritch."

    Dagon drew a blade from his belt "Can you use one of these?" and gives the handle end to Thomas, holding the blade in his claw. Thomas nods taking the heavy steel with both hands and smiled again. Innsmouth tilts his head to the side at the grin on Thomas's face. "You sure Cap'n? He looks….Sweet like" Dagon walked past him with an impatience in his step and tone, "Better this than that unholy image he burned in my brain just before.."

    Both Thomas and Innsmouth fallowed Dagon out of the smoldering underbelly of the ship. Topside his crew have subdued the last of the elves they did not kill. A few bodies scatter on the deck, mostly of the yellow skinned elven soldiers. Dagon came up the stairway to the topside. He looked at the ship around him "Tell me why a Highborn Prison ship has double crew here for one single man?" There was a clueless silence about Thomas, "Oh wait your asking me? Well because I'm the Aberration." Dagon, Innsmouth, and any crew in earshot looked at Thomas in disbelief.  Thomas rolled his eyes, walking towards the captain's quarters of the elven ship and retuning with a log book.

   The book was small and bound with linen that was resin soaked all over except the spine which remained soft linen. Leather straps acted as the muscle of the spine of the book. Dagon peers into the book of the last most recorded date. 6 weeks ago, and only one prisoner, Aberration was put in the last name category, leaving the first name blank Dagon looked Thomas dead in the eye, the silence broke with Dagon's laugh. "Of all the ships on all the seas, I find the one holding the oldest living thing on this world! And it turns out, the legendary Aberration the elves love to hate and hate to fear, is a Fucking Human!" Thomas laughed with him "I mean I'm far from Human at this point." They laughed together for a moment, until Innsmouth felt need to interrupt, "Cap'n, she's burning hot we best go now". Dagon wiped his jaw and nods, "Aye, leave the Yellow skins and take nothing. We have the big prize here". Thomas couldn’t help but feel his vanity make him smile.

    The Pirate crew bind the legs and arms of the elven crew, leaving them aboard the slow burning ship they dared to serve that day. Innsmouth took the helm of the Ghidorah and began his sailing away. Dagon taking Thomas below deck to the Galley, filled with the smell of salt meat, pickled vegetables, and fermented fruits. "The stink of a real pirate ship" Thomas smirked as he looked around. Dagon nods proudly, "Aye, if you don’t want to puke you're not on a pirate ship. Go ahead mate get some fill in you. Damn highborns must've starved you." Thomas had no hesitation to begin his inhalation of the food and drink. Dagon laughed, knowing any prisoner on an elven ship would think this food Gourmet compared to the stale bread and cold slop the elves fed you. "Come back topside when you feel acclimated mate. We need to have words and I do my thinking in the wind.".

    After eating himself a food baby belly, Thomas walked up the steps of the Ghidorah and felt the breeze of the wind tug at his long brown hair. He smiled, tearing off the rag garb tunic he wore leaving only his short trousers. He spread his arms to the wind and took a deep breath "Taste different, Don’t it?" Thomas looked to the port side of the ship, A young Uru orc boy smirked at him. His red skin covered in pirate tattoos, bearing no shirt and a face like a bald wolf "You got pulled off the ship, a prisoner. The air was bitter, gross, stale. But now the wind carries the taste of Freedom on the wind and it tastes sweeter right?" The orc smiled at him and walked up, offering his hand "Name's Jackoo, Quartermaster." Thomas smiled and shook his hand, then grimaced a bit at the orc's grip, "Remember my face, your going to know it a lot, and Remember my grip and hope I don’t have to use it again". Thomas laughed, his smile was goofy and entertained "I like you already, Just call me Th" "I heard your name, Eldritch. Know your place and we'll get along fine".  Thomas had to tilt his head in confusion, "And what's my place on this ship?". Jackoo pointed to the bow, where Dagon stood staring at the waves. "That's for the captain to decide. Best get now".

    Thomas approached Dagon slowly, not to disturb a man in thought. He was barely up to Dagon's armpits, the man was so big. Not tall but big, and wide. Dagon's voice lost it's rumble now, a beast calmed by the wind spoke to Thomas now, "My da once told me that the seas would take men to where they need to be. You just had to trust them. Break that trust, or doubt their hold and you damn yourself. Sailors only request direction, its her choice to take you there…" He looked at Thomas, "..and here we are, Two men of equal infamy to the Highborn Order. The sea pushed us together mate, now we must figure out if it's Damnation or Salvation."

   Thomas looked at him listening close. Then he looked at the water below the ship racing past. "I hear the incredible urge to jump into that water or off of a really tall place like the nest up there." He jests pointing. "But the voices that actually are there wont leave me alone about my, air quotes, duties". Dagon just stares. This madness was just that to him, madness. "Why do the elves hate you?" He demanded. "You mean you don’t know that much?"

Dagon shook his head at the question when he wanted an answer "Everyone knows the basic Bull..Your a human who doesn’t age…from before history was written, and you preach gods that don’t exist and use magic that shouldn’t exist."

"Don’t forget the part where I was taught an alien language and now all humans and a few other races speak it. How's that for a mind fuck?"

     Dagon smirked at the logic for a bit but then had to ask "What's and alien?" Thomas had to think. He smiled very manically when he found his answer, "Well, something so obviously not from this world that is a living being of some shape or form. Examples. " he spins his wrists upside down and forms 3 new small purple spell rings, creating the portals in the ring. The center most portal raises a small sentient warrior inside a glass dome. The warrior had 6 arms and 4 legs with segmented plates along the spine, scaled male going over the limbs. His weapons seemed to be tiny forms of riffles with jagged bayonetted ends. The left most portal made a sort of dog creature but made of stone. The  creature was infant in state and sleeping softly. Woken by the angry cries of the warrior next to it, though the warrior was not attacking the dog. It was attempting to attack the right most portal creature with futility. The portal raised a beast that was mechanical in origins but with science unknown to the pirate captain. Colors of red green and yellow strings wove through plates and joints with sounds of fluids moving metal rods and cylinders to move limbs. The machine beast was also trying to attack the warrior but prevented by a glass dome.

   Once he was sure Dagon understood the word Alien, Thomas returned the creatures through the portals and made the rings vanish. Dagon was dumbfounded, but he certainly took a firm hold of alien now. He quickly took annoyance to the joy Thomas got from watching Dagon. "…Well I got no more questions right now. So your going to help me out." he started walking back to the stairwell in the middle of the deck. "I am hunting a monster…and your magic is….well I Think I might have found some other kind of alien before I Found you..".

    Thomas fallowed, his ears pinned to the voice of the pirate lizard. His hope rose a bit, he wanted the alien to be the same one who changed him those years ago. Thomas had so many more questions of his own he needed to ask that being. He held hope that the alien was not dead. Dagon lead Thomas to a chart room in the ship, no doorway just a corner that holds a map on each wall and a massive globe sitting on a table. Dagon Rolls the globe around and stops it, leaving his finger over the Sea of Monsters. Thomas tilts his head looking at it. "My da and I saw it there...before the beast took his life…". Thomas lost that hope now, but continued to listen. "What did it look like?"

  Dagon's tone was low, solemn, and angry, "The beast was 4 times the size of this ship…scales covered it's body like amethyst tile plates. It's spine was traced with broken stone like ridges that stuck out to rip the wood from your keel. It's tail was a single long tentacle covered in tiny little hooks, just like the ones that covered is face…" "It's face..?" Thomas interjected. "Well if you call that mug a face, it bore what was like some freak leviathan squid as a head with the most hideous eyes. It's maw was several beak teeth that spit acid that burns flesh like my flames, it turns wood to mud and combusts in the water…I call it…the Nightmare Dragon."

     Thomas nods and looked at the globe "I know what it is, I can help you kill it. But why chase that thing when you seem to be capable as a pirate alone? You are Captain Dagon Dragmouth the most famous pirate ever." Dagon picked up his belt at his sides and let out a deep sigh, "I'll be straight with you mate, I am mid way through my life, and I've yet to find my own MATE if you get me." Thomas nods, understanding the sentiment. "So I want to do one big thing before my…Hiatus lets call it. I want to be able to tuck a wee gecko into bed on a galleon I built myself. This bed will be that monster's bones woven into a glorious nest for my child, and that gecko will look up at me and go, 'Da, tell e again how I got this amazing luxurious bed Da oh please tell me again.' and I'll go on and tell them How I Took it on my own beautiful self to slay this beast in my Da's name just to build my spawn the most perfect nest!"

    Thomas and Innsmouth both laugh, Dagon turned his head to face his second mate, "The fu..when did you get here?" Innsmouth salutes like an elf "Oh da please da tell me again" making Thomas laugh hard. Dagon growls at the two making them silent fast. "Point is mate, I want to give my family a legacy, or die trying. What say you Mate??" .

    Thomas returned the stares Innsmouth and Dagon were giving him. He sighed a little bit, "What the fuck it'll be fun". Innsmouth and Dagon both cheered, as did Jackoo and the crew above who all eavesdropped through the stairwell. Thomas laughed, he brought Dagon's attention back to the globe. "that creature, we are going to keep the name Nightmare Dragon, so much cooler than what it's called, is going to just sit and huddle in the squid waters. One ship clearly wont work, you need at the least…4 galleons."

    "how in the hell do we get 4 fucking galleons when we can barely keep track of 3 brigs?" Jackoo tossed the question at Thomas, who responded by putting his finger on one spot on the globe. Everyone leaned in to see the location, Seaport City. The only human city in the world. Innsmouth jests "Oh Excuse me Queen Annabelle but we PIRATES need to borrow 4 of your Galleons to hunt a monster that eats monsters and turns wooden ships into soup." Dagon smacked Innsmouth on the back of the head, "Seaport has no Dry Dock Construction laws, we can build the boat's ourselves…" Innsmouth rubbed his head and pouts defeated, while Jackoo thinks and looks at Thomas "But how do we fund that?"  Thomas smiled, "Your Hunters, pirates, and enemies of the Highborn Order. Queen Annabelle will gladly trade with us any ink, meat, and Beaks you get from squid, as well as spoils taken by the elves."

    Dagon nods "It'll take some years to do it, getting it off the ground earning her favor and what not."  Innsmouth interjected again "some time means like twenty years or what ever, that’s fucking forever." Jackoo glared, "yeah for me, you’re a newt, he doesn’t age, and captain is a Dragonkin.". "Call me a newt again you mud born little.." Dagon growled, "Enough, we are sailing to Seaport…We build the Galleons to Eldritch's specifications, as long as it takes to do it.".  The Ghidorah ship began it's sail towards the most diverse city on the planet, and home to the last of the human race.

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[pyro-flug]

Rest, Regret, and Recovery Beds Part 8

Part 1- Part 2- Part 3- Part 4- Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 (This ones kinda long so I’m putting a keep reading in it)

It only took another week for Black Hat to fully recovery. Well, “fully recovered” was the way he was wording it, but the way that he still leaned heavily to one side, and the rattling of his breath after too much exertion told another story. Flug had checked for himself that the chest and facial wounds had sealed back up before even allowing the eldritch to go without bandages. The slight discoloration of Black Hat’s skin where the injuries had been were odd though.  

Dementia was walking on both legs two weeks after that. She had never been more grateful for her healing factor as she ran leg strengthening exercises with Flug. She had been right about getting back to her old self again; once the cast was off she had latched onto the nearest wall and scrambled up into the vent just so she could see Flug glare at her disapprovingly.

Flug took the longest to recover. Three bullets to the gut were hard on his body, especially with the fear of internal rupturing. After a scare where such a thing had happened Dementia and Black Hat made sure to keep an eye on him. Too many near death experiences really left the whole company on edge...

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It happened in the middle of the night. Flug woke Black Hat up  after making noise in the bathroom and complaining of a stomach ache. He was out of bed and was heading for the door when he was nearly swept off his feet by a wave of dizziness. Then there was a slam as his shoulder connected with the wall near the door.

Black hat, having heard the painful sound, got up and went to Flug’s side to make sure he was okay.

“I’m fine, I think I just need something to drink,” Flug said quietly. He pushed off the wall and stumbled forward, his fingers latching onto the doorframe instead. Flug’s breath hitched, then he fell into a coughing fit. The red that dripped onto the carpet from Flug’s mouth caused Black Hat to freeze. His dream from a few weeks ago came back to him and he drew away from the doctor for a moment.

Flug stared at the blood on his hand for only a few seconds before he was twisting his fingers into the lapel of Black Hat’s pyjama shirt.

“Get me to lab right now!” he hissed out between clenched teeth. Black Hat broke out of his trance, snatched the smaller man up in his arms, and took off down the corridor. His feet pounded down the stairs, the odd, creaky boards shrieking shrilly with the haste and weight of the eldritch. Once he burst through the doors to the lab, he rushed over to the medical beds and set Flug down on one of them.

The doctor’s eyes were unfocused as he reached down to lift the hem of his shirt. It  looked like someone had spilt ink underneath Flug’s skin; a nasty blue purple color was spreading outward from the right side of his abdomen.

“Internal bleeding,” Flug muttered vaguely. Then he snapped back into focus and he pointed at a machine a few feet away. “Get the Sonograph over here now!”

“What will that do for you!” Black Hat snapped. “All it can do is show us where-”

“Shut up for a moment and trust me! I’ve made some modifications in the past few weeks, and if this works it’s gonna save my life, so just listen!!!” Black Hat’s teeth clacked together as he shut his mouth from its ready-to-argue position.

“Fine!” he growled out. Then he grabbed the computer like station and dragged it over on it’s tiny wheels. As soon as it was close enough, Flug was leaning over the desk part and pushing buttons on the console.

His breath was coming out in gasps and heaves now, and his hands had a tremor going through them. As Flug pulled out the transducer probe and set it against his stomach he hissed at the tenderness of his skin.

“If I pass out before this is done I’m going to need you to hold it in place and let it finish before you inject me with this.” The doctor handed Black Hat a small syringe and then pushed another button on the screen. The way Flug seized up and his face contorted in agony almost caused the eldritch to drop the needle. “15 seconds...” Flug grit out, then his eyes rolled back and he started to tip back.

At this point, Black Hat’s anger had dissipated, leaving him with an uncomfortable need to be doing anything but standing here. When Flug began to pass out he almost froze up again, unsure of what to do, but thankfully his body seemed to be 5 steps ahead of his brain. Tendrils shot out of his back to catch and then cradle the doctor. Then they lowered Flug back into the bed, gently, while his hand moved to grab the transducer and hold it in place. Flug had said 15 seconds before passing out, so Black Hat figured he must have been referring to how long he had to hold the probe still. Those seconds passed terribly slow.

Once time was up, he hoped he had assumed correctly and put the transducer aside. Then he took the syringe, gave it a good tap to rid it of air bubbles, and injected it into Flug’s arm. A minute later the doctor was opening bleary eyes. He gave a pained groan when he attempted to sit up, so Black Hat put a hand on his chest to keep him down.

“Did it work?” Flug mumbled

“You can’t tell if it worked!?” Black Hat’s anger was back.

“Well I mean it doesn't look like I’m still bleeding, but the non-invasive surgery I just performed was experimental only.” Black hat resisted the urge to punch something violently. “But, it appears to have worked. Now I just need to-” he was trying to sit up again, and Black Hat, once again, pushed him down.

“What do you need,” The eldritch growled.

“Well, I was going to grab the Transducer again and then one of my blood bags from the fridge over there. I need to get rid of this old blood before it causes damage and then get new stuff in my veins.” Black Hat handed him the probe and stalked off towards the fridge. Inside were a few different bags of red blood, and he even saw 2 bags of his own greenish blue blood. At this he glanced over his shoulder with a raised brow. Flug looked over and saw him staring, then said,

“Yes, those are yours, and no I didn’t take them for “evil purposes” you just don't remember when I took them because it was a while ago and you had been very distracted that day.” He took a pause and  made a face. “You're blood doesn't deteriorate, so it stores indefinitely, and I only have it in case of emergencies. In fact, I have everyone's blood in case of emergencies.” Then his voice dropped into a grumble. “Of course, I’m the only one who has to redraw every 6 weeks or find a donor to steal from.”

Black hat still had his eyebrow raised but he turned back to the fridge and picked up one of the bags. He heard Flug shout that his were labeled with his name, so Black Hat put down the one he was holding and picked up another that said ‘Flug.’ Then he closed the door and walked back over to the doctor to set up the transfusion.

The inky color was slowly disappearing from under Flug’s skin. As new blood entered his system the life returned to his cheeks, and he took a deep breath. Black hat stood off to the side and avoided looking at the scientist.

“Black Hat...” Flug’s voice held that knowing tone. The eldritch crossed his arms and the corner of his mouth lifted in a sneer. “What’s on your mind?”

As Flug has suspected, after Black Hat had healed he went back to his old self- he was still better at expressing himself than he used to be but he still was holding back a lot, and he didn't always say what he needed to. The emotional vulnerability that had come with injury had dissipated, but Flug knew that the emotions themselves were still in there.

“Talk to me,” Flug said.

Black Hat sighed and finally met his eyes. Then he muttered something under his breath so that Flug couldn’t quite catch it.

“What was that, sir?”

“I said-” and he trailed off again.

“Black hat, please just-”

“I SAID YOU'RE TOO FRAGILE!” The eldritch shouted. Flug immediately sat up despite the tentacle that shot out of Black Hat’s back to push him back down. His hand held the wiggling black mass as he then used it to yank Black Hat closer.

“Okay, look, I may be more prone to injury, and I may take longer to recovery from said injuries, but I am NOT fragile.” Flug stated firmly. “I’m not some elder who’s bones could snap from a trip down the stairs, I just take time to heal from really bad injuries like gun shot wounds.”

“But the internal bleeding wasn’t part of-”

“Yes it was,I was tired and I accidentally fell in the bathroom and slammed my stomach onto the rim of the tub. That blunt force trauma probably ruptured several already weak blood vessels and caused the bleeding. Now that I’ve sealed them though they should be fine.” Black Hat was still frowning heavily.

“.... How did you seal them?”

“I heard about some experimental tech with using probes like that to produce targeted sources of extreme heat to seal off and reconnect blood vessels. It had only been tested on animals before but I was sure that with my intellect I could improve it and guarantee positive results. Which I have done, apparently.”

“Will it hold?”

“It will.” Slowly, Black Hat let his arms drop back to his sides. Then he sat down next to Flug and put and arm around him so that the doctor was leaning into his side.

“I just... “ Black Hat pulled a face of disgust. “Worry about you..”

“I know you do, sir, but you also have to realize that I’m stronger than you think I am, and I need you to trust that I know what I’m doing.” Then a yawn escaped the doctor’s mouth along with the last of his energy.

“...I’m working on it.”

“And that’s all I need to hear.” Flug pressed a kiss to Black Hat’s cheek and then wrapped his arms around the other’s torso.

Now that the crisis had been averted Flug was sleepy again. He sighed gently as Black Hat carefully readjusted his arms and then laid them both back on the bed. Flug muttered something that sounded vaguely like ‘I love you,sir’ and then he was out.

Black Hat watched the scientists face, so peaceful in sleep, and felt his chest ache. He just wanted his boyfriend to be safe and happy, but he didn't know how to express that without getting all mushy about it. Remembering all of the mushy, romantic stuff he had done in the past few weeks made him physically shudder. But... nobody was around right now, so Black Hat quickly double checked the room and then pressed a soft kiss to Flug’s forehead and whispered,

“I love you too, dumb-ass,” before he closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep as well.

Next ones up next Saturday! It might be the finale, but I’m not sure yet, gotta see how it turns out!

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[autolovecraft]

On the night, not only around the doors but around the sleeper's neck.

Around the walls of this loot in particular that I am about to blow out my brains for fear I shall be mangled in the vilest quarter of the reflections of the reflections of the trophies adorning the nameless museum where we jointly dwelt, alone, and about the relation of ghosts' souls to the theory that we were mad, dreaming, or catalog even partly the worst of the neighborhood. Even had its outlines been unfamiliar we would have desired it, and those around had heard all night a faint distant baying of some gigantic hound in the water. Statues and painting there were, all of fiendish subjects and some executed by St John nor I could identify; and, worst of all, the antique ivied church pointing a huge spectral finger at the picture of ourselves, the horrible shadows; the vast legions of strangely colossal bats that flew against the rising moon.

This is the last rational act I ever performed. There were nauseous musical instruments, stringed, brass, wood-wind, stronger than the damp mold, vegetation, and the strange, half-heard directionless baying of whose objective existence we could neither see nor definitely place. The baying was loud that evening, and we could not guess, and without servants in a multitude of inlaid ebony cabinets reposed the most incredible and unimaginable variety of tomb-loot ever assembled by human madness and perversity. Around the base was an inscription in characters which neither St John was always the leader, and every subsequent event including St John's pocket, we had so lately rifled, as if seeking for some cursed and unholy nourishment.

On the night of September 24,19—, I merely screamed and ran away idiotically, my screams soon dissolving into peals of hysterical laughter.

On each occasion investigation revealed nothing, and was exquisitely carved in antique Oriental fashion from a small piece of green jade amulet and sailed for Holland. My friend was dying when I saw that it was dark. We were no vulgar ghouls, but covered with caked blood and shreds of alien flesh and hair, and a secret room, far, underground; where huge winged daemons carven of basalt and onyx vomited from wide grinning mouths weird green and orange light, and those around had heard all night a faint, distant baying as of some creeping and appalling doom. The rabble were in terror, for, besides our fear of the earth we had so lately rifled, as the hordes of great bats which had apparently been worn around the windows also, upper as well as lower. And when it gave from those grinning jaws a deep, sardonic bay as of a gigantic hound. Finally I reached the rotting, bald pates of famous noblemen, and mumbled over his body one of the visitor.

The jade amulet and sailed for Holland. When I aroused St John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those who vexed and gnawed at the picture of ourselves, the titanic bats, the pale watching moon, the gently moaning night-wind, on which St John nor I could identify; and on the moor the faint deep-toned baying of that dead fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and heard, as we sailed the next midnight in one of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred; the grotesque trees, the gently moaning night-wind, on which St John and I saw a black shape obscure one of our penetrations.

Now, as if seeking for some cursed and unholy nourishment. On each occasion investigation revealed nothing, and every night that demonic baying rolled over the clean white skull and its eyeless sockets that once had glowed with a charnel fever like our own.

Only the somber philosophy of the souls of those accursed web-wings closer and closer, I know not why I went thither unless to pray, or sphinx with a semi-canine face, and articulate chatter.

In a squalid thieves' den an entire family had been torn to shreds by an unknown thing which left no trace, and this we found it. The amulet—that hideous extremity of human outrage, the tales of the kingly dead, and with headstones snatched from the abhorrent spot, torn and mangled by the old Arab daemonologist; lineaments, he professed entire ignorance of the souls of those who vexed and gnawed at the unfriendly sky, and was exquisitely carved in antique Oriental fashion from a mighty sepulcher. Excavation was much easier than I expected, though at one point I encountered a queer interruption; when a lean vulture darted down out of the visitor. But after three nights I heard afar on the moor, always louder and louder, and a faint distant baying of whose objective existence we could scarcely be sure. Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldritch fantasy sweeps the black, shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation. Our museum was a blasphemous, unthinkable place, where with the blackest of apprehensions, that the apparently disembodied chatter was beyond a doubt in the soft earth underneath the library window a series of footprints utterly impossible to describe. We only realized, with the presence of some gigantic hound.

A locked portfolio, bound in tanned human skin, held certain unknown and unnameable. It was this frightful emotional need which led us both to so monstrous a fate! Around the base was an inscription in characters which neither St John, walking home after dark from the abhorrent spot, torn and mangled by the knock of the object despite the lapse of five hundred years. On the night that the faint deep-toned baying of some malign being whose nature we could not be sure. Our lonely house was seemingly alive with the night-wind … claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses … dripping death astride a bacchanal of bats which had apparently been worn around the windows also, upper as well as lower. As we heard a whirring or flapping sound not far off. And when I spoke to him, and I saw that it was dark.

A locked portfolio, bound in tanned human skin, held together with surprising firmness, and this we found potent only by a close-packed nightmare retinue of huge, sinewy, sleeping owner I knew not; but, whatever my reason, I shall be mangled in the same way. Bizarre manifestations were now too frequent to count. And when I saw on the following day for London, taking with me the amulet. Around the walls of this loot in particular that I destroy it long before I thought of destroying myself! Seizing the green jade, I shut my eyes and threw it suddenly open; whereupon we felt an unaccountable rush of air, I shut my eyes and threw it suddenly open; whereupon we felt an unaccountable rush of air, and without servants in a few rooms of an ancient manor-house in unprecedented and increasing numbers.

Fancying it St John's dying whisper had served to connect the curse with the stealing of the earth. In a squalid thieves' den an entire family had been torn to ribbons. These pastimes were to us a certain and dreaded reality. As we heard this suggestion of baying we shuddered, remembering the tales of one buried for five centuries, who had himself been a ghoul in his time and had stolen a potent thing from a mighty sepulcher. It was this frightful emotional need which led us both to so monstrous a fate! Through these pipes came at will the odors our moods most craved; sometimes the scent of pale funeral lilies; sometimes the narcotic incense of imagined Eastern shrines of the devilish rituals he had loved in life. So, too, as we sailed the next day I carefully wrapped the green jade. In a squalid thieves' den an entire family had been hovering curiously around it. All too well did we trace the sinister lineaments described by the taxidermist's art, and we gave their details a fastidious technical care. The jade amulet now reposed in a body to the objects it symbolized; and, worst of all shapes, and we could not be sure. As we heard the baying of that dead fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and another time we thought we had assembled a universe of terror and a faint, deep, insistent note as of some malign being whose nature we could scarcely be sure.

Bizarre manifestations were now too frequent to count.

Fancying it St John's, I merely screamed and ran away idiotically, my screams soon dissolving into peals of hysterical laughter. In a squalid thieves' den an entire family had been torn to ribbons. As we hastened from the dismal railway station, was the oddly conventionalized figure of a prosaic world; where huge winged daemons carven of basalt and onyx vomited from wide grinning mouths weird green and orange light, and the strange, half-heard directionless baying of some unspeakable beast. A wind, on which St John and myself. Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldritch fantasy sweeps the black, shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation. Four days later, I staggered into the nethermost abysses of despair when, at an inn in Rotterdam, I discovered that thieves had despoiled me of this loot in particular that I destroy it long before I thought of destroying myself! The horror reached a culmination on November 18, when St John is a mangled corpse; I alone know why, and we gave a last glance at the bleached and cavern-eyed face of its features was repellent in the Holland churchyard? There were nauseous musical instruments, stringed, brass, wood-wind, on which we could not answer coherently. In the coffin lay an amulet of curious and exotic design, which had been hovering curiously around it. When I aroused St John was always the leader, and before a week after our return to England, strange things began to ascribe the occurrences to imagination which still prolonged in our senses, we were troubled by what we read.

Only the somber philosophy of the uncovered-grave. St John's pocket, we gave a last glance at the picture of ourselves, the stolen amulet in St John's dying whisper had served to connect the curse with the night—wind howled maniacally from over far swamps and frigid seas. Our alarm was now divided, for upon an evil tenement had fallen a red death beyond the foulest previous crime of the decadents could help us, and heads preserved in various stages of dissolution.

The amulet—that damned thing—Then he collapsed, an inert mass of mangled flesh. An inappropriate hour, a queer interruption; when a lean vulture darted down out of the devilish rituals he had loved in life. Madness rides the star-wind, and we could not guess, and was exquisitely carved in antique Oriental fashion from a mighty sepulcher.

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[autolovecraft]

Only the somber philosophy of the uncovered-grave.

Extinguishing all lights, we thought we had seen it then, but worked only under certain conditions of mood, landscape, environment, weather, season, and before a week after our return to England, strange things began to happen. Much—amazingly much—was left of the world.

What mercy I might gain by returning the thing that lay within; but I had once violated, and he could not answer coherently. The moon was shining against it, held certain unknown and unnameable drawings which it was who led the way at last to that terrible Holland churchyard. They were as baffling as the victims of some malign being whose nature we could neither see nor definitely place. Then terror came. Down unlit and illimitable corridors of eldritch fantasy sweeps the black, shapeless Nemesis that drives me to self-annihilation. Wearied with the satanic taste of neurotic virtuosi we had always entertained a dread that our doors were seldom disturbed by the old Arab daemonologist; lineaments, he professed entire ignorance of the thing to its silent, sleeping owner I knew not; but I dared not acknowledge. St John from his sleep, he professed entire ignorance of the devilish rituals he had loved in life.

This is the last rational act I ever performed. After that we finally pried it open and feasted our eyes on what it held in its gory filthy claw the lost and fateful amulet of green jade object, we proceeded to the secret library staircase. This is the last demonic sentence I heard afar on the dim-lighted moor a wide, nebulous shadow sweeping from mound to mound, I departed on the bottom, like a maker's seal, was graven a grotesque and formidable skull. Alien it indeed was to whisper, The amulet—that hideous extremity of human outrage, the grotesque trees, the grave as we had seen it then, but sometimes it pleased us more to dramatize ourselves as the baying in that ancient churchyard, and I sometimes produced dissonances of exquisite morbidity and cacodemonical ghastliness; whilst in a niche in our museum, and the night of September 24,19—, I merely screamed and ran away idiotically, my screams soon dissolving into peals of hysterical laughter. It was this frightful emotional need which led to the earth. Immediately upon beholding this amulet we knew that we lived in growing horror and fascination. What the hound was, and why it had pursued me, were questions still vague; but I had once violated, and in the Holland churchyard. Our lonely house was seemingly alive with the presence of some ominous, grinning secret of the city. These pastimes were to us a certain and dreaded reality. Our alarm was now divided, for upon an evil tenement had fallen a red death beyond the foulest previous crime of the unknown, we did not try to determine. Wearied with the commonplaces of a dominating will outside myself. The rabble were in terror, for upon an evil tenement had fallen a red death beyond the foulest previous crime of the object despite the lapse of five hundred years. Madness rides the star-wind, rushed by, and mumbled over his body one of our neglected gardens, and the stealthy whirring and flapping, and the crumbling slabs; the vast legions of strangely colossal bats that flew against the moon was shining against it, but worked only under certain conditions of mood, landscape, environment, weather, season, and another time we thought we heard a knock at my chamber door. Mostly we held to the objects it symbolized; and, worst of the lamps in the night—wind howled maniacally from over far swamps and seas; and on the dim-lighted moor a wide, nebulous shadow sweeping from mound to mound, I know not how much later, I attacked the half frozen sod with a desperation partly mine and partly that of a nameless deed in the ghoul's grave with our spades, and why it had pursued me, were questions still vague; but I felt that I am about to blow out my brains for fear I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my knowledge that I destroy it long before I thought of destroying myself! Niches here and there contained skulls of all shapes, and every subsequent event including St John's dying whisper had served to connect the curse with the satanic taste of neurotic virtuosi we had heard all night a faint, distant baying of that dead fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and heard, as if receding far away, a queer interruption; when a lean vulture darted down out of the earth. I went thither unless to pray, or catalog even partly the worst of all, the antique church, the grotesque trees, drooping sullenly to meet the neglected grass and the ivied church pointing a huge spectral finger at the dead. The amulet—that hideous extremity of human outrage, the dancing death-fires under the yews in a distant corner; the phosphorescent insects that danced like death-fires, the titanic bats, the tales of one buried for five centuries, who had himself been a ghoul in his time and had stolen a potent thing from a small piece of green jade. Finally I reached the house and made shocking obeisances before the enshrined amulet of green jade. It is of this sole means of salvation. I discovered that thieves had despoiled me of this loot in particular that I destroy it long before I thought of destroying myself!

After that we finally pried it open and feasted our eyes on what it held.

St John was always the leader, and this we found in this self same spot, the abhorred practice of grave-earth until I killed him with a semi-canine face, and another time we thought we heard the faint, distant baying of whose objective existence we could scarcely be sure. Bizarre manifestations were now too frequent to count. Statues and painting there were, all of fiendish subjects and some executed by St John was always the leader, and every night that demonic baying rolled over the graves, casting long horrible shadows; the ghastly soul-symbol of the souls of those accursed web-wings closer and closer, I attacked the half frozen sod with a semi-canine face, and with headstones snatched from the long undisturbed ground. But after three nights I heard a whirring or flapping sound not far off.

It is of this repellent chamber were cases of antique mummies alternating with comely, lifelike bodies perfectly stuffed and cured by the claws and teeth of some ominous, grinning secret of the symbolists and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those who vexed and gnawed at the picture of ourselves, the grotesque trees, the titanic bats, was graven a grotesque and formidable skull.

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