#undead? yeah that a no for me dog

[duckit7]

Online Dating Can Be Hard 10

Sorry it’s been a hot sec since I have updated. I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter!

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I didn’t have nightmares that night. My sleep was peaceful and deep. It was as though all of my worries had been lifted by some unknown force. I woke the next morning more assured that I made the right choice to stick with Kate.

Even going to work Heidi told me that I looked better. Her words exactly were, “Wow! You no longer look like a complete bag of ass. Happy to see you finally had a decent night of sleep.”

I could only laugh and agree at her comment. It was nice to finally sleep. My whole life seemed on the up from it. Work was slow like usual. Only a couple of people needed my help and most of the time it was that they were just looking at the wrong app.

My mind kept drifting back to Kate and the hike we took the other day. It felt good to get out with her. Thoughts of my father still plagued my mind, but talking with Kate put those at ease for the most part. She always seemed to know what I needed. Like how she just laid down to talk rather than loom over me. She kept a respectful distance from me. She even listened. I didn’t feel like I was a little over 5 inches around her but rather over 5 feet!

A smile came to my mind thinking about how she allowed herself to be vulnerable. Especially vulnerable with me! I liked how she felt the same way around me as I felt around her, safe.

Work flew by and I found myself walking home. I hung up my jacket as usual and walked to the kitchen to stare into the abyss of my fridge. I used to not mind my quiet apartment. I liked living alone and the peace that came with it. Tonight, though, it was suffocating. Loneliness hung heavy over me. This was the main reason I got on dating apps to begin with. I wanted someone to share my evenings with.

As if some outside being read my thoughts, a text came through on my phone. “Hey, what are you doing tonight? I’m low key bored and was looking to watch a movie and maybe have dinner with someone.” A picture of Kate from the hike we took popped up next to the message.

I remembered snapping that picture. Kate was rambling on about the trees and lakes. I thought she was cute when she got on topics that she was passionate about. So, when I looked up I couldn’t help but take a picture. It was perfect too because she was looking down at the last second with her mouth open mid-sentence. She might have hated it, but it was one of my favorites. She looked genuinely happy and a little goofy. Perfect representation of her.  

A little voice in the back of my head was trying to tell me this wasn’t a good idea and that I should just have my own dinner and watch TV at home. I promptly ignored that voice though, as I texted back. “I’m down! Whatcha thinking for dinner?”

The text bubbles popped up for a second. Then she said, “How about ramen? I know this great place that can deliver.”

“Well shoot. I don’t think I can say no to some good ramen. When should I come over?” I replied.

“You can come over now if you want. I’ll put the order in now. Should be here by the time you arrive. Take a look at the menu and send me what you want.” Kate said

I sent a saluting gif. My order was sent and jacket was on in a matter of minutes. The walk to her apartment was starting to become more familiar. There wasn’t too many people out and about which allowed my mind to drift. I didn’t notice how quick my pace was until I stood in front of Kate’s building 20 minutes later rather than 25.

I smoothed out my shirt and ran my fingers through my hair as I took deep breaths to steady my heartbeat. I didn’t know if it raced from the crazy number of stairs to her apartment or because I was, in truth, excited.

Déjà vu hit me as I pressed the doorbell. I both felt and heard Kate approach before the door was opened. My head traveled all the way up her body before my eyes came to meet her grey blue irises. She was dressed in athletic shorts and an old sweatshirt which looked extremely comfy.

“Perfect timing! Come on in! Food literally just got here.” She said moving to the side, closing the door as I walked past.

“Can I grab your jacket?” she said as she took a slow knee near me.

“Sure, thanks!” I said slipping off my Carhart and handing it to her. It was still hard to wrap my brain around how simply she pinched it between her two fingers as if my heavy jacket was nothing. In all honest it kinda was to her.

Kate stood and tried to give good distance as she weaved her way around me to the kitchen. I tried to hide my uneasiness as much as possible. Balling my fists slightly I cursed silently. I hated how nervous being on the ground around her made me. I trusted her. I knew she was extremely careful with me. Yet, she was still a human who towered eons above me.

Letting out a sigh I followed her to the kitchen. The smell of food wafted down. Kate had parvus stairs that led all the way up to the counter. Where two human chairs slid into. Kate placed my jacket on a key hanger that was above the counter near the door before walking back over to me.

“Hungry?” she asked happily.

I nodded. “Heck yeah! This stuff smells stupid good!” I said beaming up at her.

“Oh dude it is! You are for sure in for a treat.” She exclaimed as she opened the doggie bag and slid me my parvus sized to-go-box. “Where would you like to eat? We can eat here or at the table or I can chill on the couch and look for a movie.”

I thought for a second. “How about the couch. Then we can kill two birds with one stone.”

Kate stood at attention and gave a British salute saying, “Aye aye Sir.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. I loved Kate’s lighthearted humor.

“Mind if I give you a lift to the couch? No offense, but I’m low key hungry and don’t want to wait 20 minutes for you to get there.” She jested.

I feigned offense. “It would only take me 10 minutes thank you very much! But I guess I will allow it. My mom always said it was a bad idea to keep a hungry woman waiting.” I tossed back.

“Your mother is a smart woman!” Kate said maneuvering her hand to lay palm up at my feet.

I mentally screamed fuck as the hand rested haphazardly in front of me. “You got this Cammy boy… Just put one foot in front of the other… Kate is kind and gentle.” I mumbled as a pep talk to myself.

I felt Kate shift above me. “It’s ok if you want to walk too… I’m not that hungry and I don’t mind waiting…” Her words immediately pulled me from my stupor.

I took a deep breath and shook my head. “It’s ok… I’m sorry… Still getting use to all of this… I’m ok though.”

Kate snorted a small laugh. “Cam, there is no rush. Take your time. If you need a few minutes that ok. If you want to walk that’s cool too.”

I peeled my eyes off the giant hand too look up into Kate’s oversized eyes. They were soft and comforting as they looked down upon me. No judgement was in sight. I took a breath and nodded. My body filled with new resolve as I looked back down to the hand and placed my tiny palm on her finger. I could feel Kate stiffen before her hand relaxed again.

This has to be wild for her too I thought. Once I was safely in her palm I looked back up.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yep!” I said giving her a thumbs up.

“Cool cool. Here we go.” She said raising me into the air. I marveled at how smooth the trip was to the couch. The hardest part was always getting into the hand for the first time. But once I was on every muscle in my body relaxed. It was as though the heat from her that seeped into me took away all of my cares. I leaned back into Kate’s fingers as I studied her face. Her focus was mainly on getting to the couch.

“Here we go.” She said setting me down on the side table. Reaching in the drawer below, Kate pulled out a parvus sized couch and placed it right behind me. I was always amazed at the lengths she took to make us parvuses feel as normal and comfortable as possible. I plopped down and started digging into my ramen as Kate leaned on the armrest near me looking for a movie.

“Whatcha feeling? Funny? Hard hitting? Action?” she said haphazardly scrolling.

“What about scary? It is still spooky season.” I pitched with a smug smile.

Kate took in a sharp breath. “What kind of scary are you thinking of… I’m not the biggest fan but I can hang with some.”

And evil grin came to my face. “What? The big intimidating Kate doesn’t like scary movies?”

Kate raised an eyebrow as she looked down at me. “Maybe… I’ve already told you that my biggest fear is also the most irrational fear of the undead. Homegirl does not do bump in the night shit.”

“Wild! Out of the two of us I was for sure you would be better with scary movies.” I jested.

“Yeah yeah yeah…” Kate said waving a dismissive hand. “I can do some. Which one you thinking?”

I leaned back on my couch as I pondered which movie would torture her some, but not enough that she would turn it off and say no. “How about we watch a classic. Like Chainsaw Massacre”

Kate groaned. “You want to give me nightmares don’t you…”

I chuckled. “Aw come on. Don’t worry! I’ll be here if you get scared! Just… ah… please don’t squeeze me too much.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I hate you. I hope you know that.” She said as she clicked on the 2000’s version of the film.

I just laughed as I finished up my ramen. “Can I come sit by you?” I asked as the movie started to roll.

Kate was still working on her dinner, so she nodded and hummed a yes in replay.

I jumped the couple of inches from the side table to the arm rest under the watchful eye of Kate. I smiled to myself thinking it was nice having someone look out for my safety but also respectful of letting me do me.

I leaned back on her arm taking in her warmth. It was nice to be close to her again.

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The movie wasn’t too bad. There were a couple of scenes that made me flinch but for the most part I felt like I handled the movie fairly well. Cam on the other hand (pun intended) motioned for my other hand a quarter of the way through the movie. He proceeded to the then wrap his arms around my finger and squeeze the hell out of it when things got tense. Part of me knew the movie didn’t scare me to bad because Cam’s touch, unknowingly to him, was grounding for me. I would never tell him that though.

“Whoever made that movie is fucked up.” Cam laughed letting go of the death grip on my finger as the credits rolled.

“You can say that again.” I laughed.

Cam pushed himself up to stand on the couch armrest as the looked up at me with his glowing brown eyes. “Whelp…” he yawned, stretching his limbs in every direction. “I should probably be heading home… It’s getting late and I need to get up early for work tomorrow.”

I nodded and offered him my hand. He only hesitated slightly this time as he crawled on. “Would you like me to give you a lift home? To… you know… keep you company… protect you from weird cannibal families that want to slice you up… The usual.”

Cam chuckled. “I would appreciate that actually. I would prefer not being offered as an appetizer or cut in half midair like fruit ninja…”

I couldn’t hold back my snorted laugh. “You are not wrong there. I never got people’s fascination with scary or horror movies…”

Cam shrugged as I handed him his coat. “People like to feel scared but also be safe at the same time.”

I shook my head. “Yeah nah dog... I’ll stick with skydiving and cliff jumping…”

Cam laughed. “Ah yes. The adrenaline junky scare. Why does that seem to fit you so much better.”

“What does that mean?” I said raising an eyebrow at my small passenger. The night had its usual nip, but Cam didn’t seem to mind as he lounged back against my fingers.

“Nothing. It just doesn’t surprise me that you like that kind of rush.” He said nonchalantly.

“Oh? And how do you get your ‘rush’?” I asked.

Cam smiled up at me with his brilliant brown eyes. “I hang with you. Being around a being ten times my size is rush enough.”

My head danced back and forth in thought. “Fair.”

I internally cursed how fast I walked as we pulled up to Cam’s balcony. Cam stood and used my thumb as support while he faced me. My hand hovered next to the railing patiently.

“I had fun tonight.” He said giving me his signature smile that made my heart melt. “Thanks for inviting me over. We should do this again sometime.”

I smiled and nodded. “We totally should!”

Cam pursed his lips and patted my thumb. “Well… I guess I should let you get home.” He said hoping down to the balcony below.

“I guess so…” My voice trailing off at the end. I didn’t want to leave. Every fiber in me wanted to be around Cam. I felt like a foolish high school girl around her crush. A thought popped into my head as Cam reached for the sliding glass door. “Wait, Cam…”

Cam spun around quick. “Yeah?” His handsome face had a half smile.

“I was wondering if you are busy next weekend. My work has a charity event that they send some pilots to and I was wondering if you wanted to be my plus one… No worries if not…” I said looking down at my fiddling fingers. Nervousness and anxiety over taking me. What was I stressing so much about… This was my friend Cam… Not some love interest… Right?

“I would love to join you!” Cam exclaimed.

All the tension in my body was immediately replaced with overwhelming joy. “Really?” I squeaked before clearing my throat and repeating the word in a more normal voice.

Cam laughed. “Yeah totally! Sounds like a good time!”

I couldn’t hide my giddiness. “Solid! Ill send you the details and stuff. Thank you so much! These events can be a little dry but with you there I know it will be a good time!”

Cam smiled brightly up at me. Man, I lived for his smile. “I’m looking forward to it… Well… any who…” he said opening the sliding glass door. “Good night Kate.”

I smiled back. “Good night Cam.”

The smile was plastered on my face the whole walk home.

#g/t #Giant/tiny #wholesome giantess #cam and kate #movie night #spooky season #undead? yeah that a no for me dog #duck it #g/t community

[kaisdrumsticks]

gonna try and become a student assistant for next years elective

#and if that doesnt work out ill just go back to band #'CHARLIES IN BA-' yeah i am ik im a loser #and i play the clarinet which is the most boring instrument #i wanted to play the violin but my mom made me choose clarinet #hollywood undead #j dog

[spacebarbarianweird]

Hey! This is a little silly but I have a request. One of my mutuals had her birthday a few days ago, but I had no time to prepare anything for her (the little shit literally told me just YESTERDAY, yeah, still mad at that one). Since your work is amazing, may I request a oneshot/headcanons (whichever you want) based on her post? (https://www.tumblr.com/lumar014ad/736193443690430464/imagine-that-youre-a-druidwizardwarlock-with-a)

Sorry if it's too personal, I just want to do something nice for her and this is the only thing I can think of. Thanks for hearing me out anyways :)

Hi! Thank you for your request! I usually do requests in the order I get them but since it's a special occasion I be like (quote) "How could I say no?"

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x Tav!Cat Owner

As long as you can remember, you've loved cats.

Some may say, they are lazy assholes no one would want to have, but you disagree.

Cats are independent. They require unconditional love. If a cat loves you, it means a lot.

Unfortunately, the life of an adventurer isn't good for cat. A dog? Maybe, but cats need a stable home.

But cats choose their owners, not the other way around.

A tiny kitten, only three weeks old, yells desperately in the sewers. The second the findling is put on the ground, he climbs you and purrs.

"Well, I suppose, now you are mine."

Black and fluffy, but fierce. You call the little guy "Wyvern". Wyv, for short.

But the moment you put Wyv inside your travel jacket, you are kidnapped by the Mindflayers.

Shocked and scared, you make sure they don't notice the kitten, hiding him under your shirt.

You search your way to freedom. The kitten stays quiet all the time.

But hissing violently when he senses the danger ahead.

He somehow survives the fall with you but he looks at you with this face "wtf, I just wanted to be safe."

But Wyv, surprisingly, likes living on the road with you. He sits in your jacket or on your shoulder causing loud "awwwws" from strangers.

"This is Wyvern! I found him in the sewers!"

"Did you toss a coin to choose this name for a cat?" Astarion isn't impressed but even he admits the cat has a temper of a dragon.

As for Astarion, he loves cats. But animals fear the Undead. Especially cats since they can smell the reek of death.

But to his own surprise, Wyvern doesn't mind Astarion's company.

More than that, he constantly tries to sit on the vampire's shoulder or just yells until Astarion takes him in his cold hands.

"Please, Tav, take your animal back. He screams like a drunk goblin"

"Because he is hungry", you shrug. "Oh come on! Do me a favor - I feed you every night, you can manage to feed my cat!"

For some unknown reason, Wyv wants Astarion's attention - and even sleeps in his tent.

One evening, you notice Astarion meditating while the cat is purring loudly on his chest. Astarion's face is peaceful and you know this night won't bring him nightmares.

You see it as a sign. You were hesitant to suggest sharing the tent together but since Wyvern has already moved there why not follow his example?

And you can't stop thinking about that Astarion and Wyvern have very much in common.

#spacebarbarian headcanon #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion romance #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion headcanon #baldurs gate 3 #astarion headcanons #astarion x tav #astarion x f!tav #tav x astarion #astarion x gn!tav #astarion x gn reader #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion baldurs gate #astarion brainrot #astarion fluff #astarion imagine #dnd cat

[pitviperofdoom]

Team Kill-Dracula as a DnD Party

Van Helsing: Cleric, Grave Domain. Probably the easiest choice. As a doctor he’s the party’s principal healer, he’s the one who keeps whipping out holy symbols and prayers, and he has all the know-how on identifying and dealing with all things Undead. Also Van Helsing using Path to the Grave would be incredibly badass.

Arthur Holmwood: Ranger, Beast Master Conclave. This one’s a gimme. We already know he hunts regularly, it’s the pastime of choice for rich lordly types, and he spent one notable scene summoning and skillfully handling some dogs.

Quincey Morris: Fighter, Cavalier Archetype. I definitely knew he was the party’s fighter, but it wasn’t until I did some digging that I found out there was a fighter type with an emphasis on mounted combat. My man is a COWBOY. Admittedly Matt Mercer’s Gunslinger homebrew is also tempting, but since it has more emphasis on tinkering, I thought the Cavalier perks would fit Quincey a little more.

John Seward: Cleric, Mind Domain. This man gave me SO MUCH TROUBLE because everybody else slotted so neatly into their classes and I could not for the life of me figure out what fit him. I finally landed on cleric since he’s the second doctor in the party, and when I did a little more googling I found out that mind clerics were a thing, which is both incredibly cool and fitting for the guy who has given me psychic damage multiple times.

Jonathan Harker: Barbarian, Path of the Berserker. He’s just. He angy. When he swung a machete at Dracula and stole his lunch money I was like “Yeah that was a Reckless Attack. He definitely had advantage on that.” Once his wife got the chomp all bets were off. He Would Like To Rage.

Mina Harker: Bard, College of Eloquence. I debated between this and College of Lore, but I landed on eloquence because this woman’s charisma is high as fuck, she grants inspiration every time she opens her mouth, and she seems to know exactly what to say to whoever she talks to, from her husband to Lucy’s suitor squad to Renfield. Let’s be real, she united the whole group single-handed and probably would have charmed her way into being the face of the party if Van Helsing’s paternalistic Victorian sensibilities hadn’t kicked in. Unfortunately she also has one level in warlock with an undead patron she doesn’t want, but on the bright side she can cast Eldritch Blast now.

#dracula #dracula daily #dnd

[alittleharpy]

Infected - Zombie!Ghost

A Ghost x Y/N Oneshot (fem Reader)

Part Two

MDNI | 18+ ONLY

TW: Gore, zombification, dumbification, blood, sex, desperation

“Simon?”

Your voice cracked.

Seeing the friend you’d just watched die standing in front of you with blood dripping from his fingers made every hair on your body stand on end.

His eyes stayed on you, but he didn’t move. Like he was analyzing you.

His dog tags were still in your palm with the chain wrapped tightly around your fingers. It clinked softly as you trembled.

The sound that left his throat was animalistic, raspy, but he somehow formed words. Like his vocal chords were re-learning how to make the sounds, “You… okay?”

You let out a sharp, deep exhale, “Yeah.” You said softly, “You?”

He let out a sound like a chuckle, even though it sounded wet, “Not sure.”

Boots sounded on the floor again. More hostiles? Your head snapped in the direction, so did Ghost’s.

When you saw Price’s gun raised, heard Ghost’s snarl, you jumped up, putting yourself between them.

Price’s face was contorted in confusion, seeing Ghost standing behind you even though you’d deemed him KIA. Ghost’s chest pressed up against your back, his ragged breathing near your ear. Almost like he was trying to be protective of you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Price asked.

“I…don’t know.” You admitted, “Ghost was… he was gone. I checked. But now… I don’t know. Now he’s not.” You swallowed, “We need to get him out of here. He took penetrating rounds to the chest.”

Price looked around at the carnage in the hallway, then at the blood on Ghost’s hands, “Did he do all this? With multiple GSW’s?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Ghost did first, “Yes.” He strained. His voice sounded better with each word, more like himself.

Price just stared for a moment before he motioned for you to follow. Ghost stayed right behind you, nearly stepping on your boots with his own as you walked.

“Ghost, status update.” Price spoke over comms to Laswell, voice tense with disbelief, “Alive.”

You sat next to Ghost in the heli, watching as a medic pulled up his shirt to reveal the wounds in his chest. They were open, raw, but where red blood should’ve been pouring out, there were congealed, inky masses oozing from the wounds.

The medic pulled her hands back, just staring in shock. His eyes locked on her backing away. He chuckled again, “What’s wrong…love?” You looked up from his chest to see that he was addressing you.

You winced as the medic turned her attention to you, wrapping up your arm. The blood had soaked down your arm, drying to your skin. You could almost see a flicker in Ghost’s eyes as he noticed it, something that looked a lot like hunger.

“What’s wrong?” You scoffed, “You died on me. You were dead.” You sucked air through clenched teeth when she pulled the knot tight.

His gaze locked onto you, dull, but brimming with an intensity that mingled somewhere between the living man you knew and the undead soldier he had become. A grunt was all he could muster, laying back on the seat. You could almost see the effort it took for him to tear his eyes away from your injury.

"Dead?" Ghost's husky voice was laced with a sarcastic edge, almost as if he found the idea amusing, but the new cadence of his speech betrayed the strangeness of his new existence. "Nah, love. Just took… a nasty nap, didn’t I?"

You noticed the tension in his body right away, “You okay?” You had no idea what was going on. You didn’t even know if he was still Simon anymore.

"No. You're hurt," he said, eyes narrowing as he observed the medic finishing off the bandage. The medic finished with your arm and quickly scurried away, not daring another glance at Ghost’s unsettling wounds. The inky substance oozed slower now, his wounds almost appearing to self-staunch. He pulled his shirt down, putting a barrier between everyone’s eyes and his body.

His head tilted slightly towards the smell of your blood, a guttural noise vibrating in his throat – something primal and hungry. But he managed to pull his gaze back to your eyes with a clear effort, his expression softening, a hint of the familiar kindness peeking through. "Bit peckish, but I'll manage. 'Sides, I've got better things to focus on... like making sure you're alright."

You could tell he was struggling, every muscle in his body tensed to restrain his baser needs. It was a battle of wills within him, the soldier's discipline fighting against the chemical that had brought him back from death's grip.

The monster yearned for the taste and warmth of living flesh, but the man—the man cared for you, and that was clear even through his nearly animalistic behavior.

"Simon," you said, using his real name to try and reach whatever part of him was still human. "You’re acting weird, even for a... well, you know." You gestured vaguely to his body, the wounds, and the way he was now not quite living, yet not entirely gone.

He let out a low chuckle that seemed to rattle in his undead chest. "Weird? Might be the new normal, this." He shuffled closer, a careful movement to not startle you, his cold hand tentatively reaching towards your face.

His touch was gentle as he brushed a loose bit of hair behind your ear. The movement was a bit disjointed, but he had the right idea. “Don’t worry 'bout me, yeah? I've always been a tough bastard. Takes more than a few bullets and a touch of death to keep me down.”

Soap cleared his throat across the heli, Gaz and Price keeping their eyes on him. Simon’s eyes snapped toward them like they had in the hall, almost feral and calculating. The tension was immediate in his jaw, teeth clenching as a growl bubbled up in his throat.

Every cell in your body screamed danger.

And so did the others, whose grips immediately tensed on their weapons. Your instinct was to quickly put your hand on his cheek, coaxing him to look back at you. “Hey. They’re your friends, remember?”

The moment your warm hand made contact with his cold, pallid skin, Ghost's eyes softened, the aggressive glint fading as quickly as it had appeared.

"Yeah, I know," he growled softly, "Just...feeling a bit riled up is all." His face pressed heavier in your hand, and you could tell he was trying to focus on the sensation, to ground himself in something other than the chaotic urges that the chemical stirred within him.

Ghost turned his attention back to Soap, Gaz, and Price, a semblance of recognition in his gaze as he nodded slowly. "Brothers in arms," he mumbled, the words trailing off as if he was reminding himself of who they were and the bond they shared.

Price gave a stern nod, his eyes never leaving Ghost. "That's right. You're with your mates, Simon," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority that came with his rank. "We're going to figure this out."

Gaz shifted uncomfortably, exchanging a glance with Soap, who let out a long breath. “Never a dull moment with this lot, eh?” Soap quipped, trying to inject some humor into the tense atmosphere, but his eyes were wary.

Ghost's grip on reality seemed tenuous, each moment an effort to keep the hunger and aggression at bay. But the connection between you two was clear, a lifeline for him in the swirling maelstrom of his altered state.

You could sense his dependency on you growing, the trust in his gaze unmistakable. It was as if you were now the anchor in the storm he was weathering, and for now, at least, he seemed content to let you guide him through the turbulence.

As the heli rumbled through the air, you could see the way his body shifted closer to yours, an unconscious pull towards your warmth and life force. Your willingness to bring him back from the brink seemed to offer him a small relief amidst the chaos of his undead cravings—a human connection in a situation that was anything but.

“Laswell’s gonna have a metric fuck load of paperwork to fill out over this.” Gaz adjusted his rifle strap, “You sure you’re feeling’ alright, mate?” He asked Ghost, “I reckon you’ve always been a bit pale, but you look like a sheet of paper.”

You looked down at Ghost’s forearms, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Gaz was right. You could see the blue of his veins through the paleness of his skin.

“Listen, this is a bit new for all of us. Let’s just take the questions slow. I doubt Ghost knows any more than we do.” You tugged Ghost’s sleeves down, worried he might be cold in the heli, but could he really feel how cold his own skin was?

Ghost's eyes followed your hands as you adjusted his sleeves, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Cheers," he grunted, his tone a mix of gratitude and his usual sardonic wit. "Don't want to scare the living daylights out of everyone with my new goth look, do I?"

Gaz chuckled at the comment, shaking his head. "Never thought I'd see the day when Ghost became an actual ghost."

There was a momentary lapse into silence as everyone processed the situation, the humor serving as a brief—albeit very brief—relief from the tension.

Ghost shifted slightly, leaning into your touch as if searching for warmth or perhaps the reassurance that you were actually there with him. "I can't really feel the cold," he admitted with a raspy voice that seemed to scratch at the inside of his throat. "Not like I used to, at least. But don't worry about me, I'm more concerned with keepin' you lot safe from whatever this is," he gestured loosely to himself.

Price's voice cut through the chatter, steady and resolute. "We'll get to the bottom of this, sort you out. For now, let's focus on getting back to base safely and keeping Ghost contained—just in case."

Your hand remained on Ghost’s arm, the contrast between your living warmth and his deathly cold stark and unnerving. Yet, the instinct in you refused to pull away, as if your touch could somehow keep the man within him from slipping away entirely.

#call of duty smut #call of duty #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #zombie ghost #simon riley #Spotify

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Fic Masterlist

Because Tumblr search features are shit. Fandoms, Fics, and Series are organized in alphabetical order. Each link will send you to the Tumblr version but there will be a link to the AO3 version within that post. If you would rather go straight to AO3, my account is linked in the post pinned on my blog.

Assassin's Creed:

Of Blades and Parchment Series

Tumblr tag: #Of Blades and Parchment

Altmal AU where Malik never became an assassin and instead works as a crippled bookseller. Series is in progress.

DPxDC

Here's Where You'll Stay (3082 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #Here's Where You'll Stay

"As John stared at the door preparing to get his face mauled, he couldn’t help but incredulously complain that this was not how he wanted his weekend to go. He had plans! He supposes that he would be willing to put them on hold for Phantom’s sake, but he wasn’t agreeable to the incoming face mauling. "

When Phantom comes down with Core Sickness it's up to John Constantine to save the ghost from fading.

Nothing Says "True Love" Like Being Given The Soul of Your Murderer (1510 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #nstllbgtsoym

Addition to a post by @nelkcats

"Another snarl caused him to lose his staring contest with the Bat. Nightwing was now standing between the two of them and appeared to be trying to placate the crime boss while Red Robin made the bloody stupid decision of trying to sneak up behind him. Red quickly paid the price for his folly, finding himself flat on his back pinned underneath Hood's boot while he honest to God snapped at Nightwing like a rabid dog.

"It's my gift! He gave it to me. Now fuck off before I m̶a̷k̸e̸ ̵y̶o̸u̶."

Yeah. Someone should probably interfere before they pissed him off anymore.

"You should corral your kids before one of em' loses a hand."

"Hngh." Batman leaves to break up the fight with Nightwing's aid. Hood scampers off to one of the corners of the cave, cradling the violet ball in his gloved hands as if it was the most precious thing in the world. It sounded like he was purring. John was suddenly very tired."

Rending Flesh From the Bone (3093 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #RFFTB

Dick wasn't so sure about Jason's "gut feeling", but what are brothers for if not to support each other during paranoia episodes? Now, deep underground in an abandoned subway tunnel, Dick is starting to have regrets as he watches the scene before him.

TW: Gore, Cannibalism, Vomiting, Zalgo Text

Slap a Bow on It (4752 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #Slap a Bow on It

Dead on Main ship, written for Dead on MAYn 2024

 "Contrary to popular belief, Danny wasn’t stupid. He could be a bit oblivious, but he always got there in the end. So when Danny woke up the next morning and realized that last night wasn’t a dream, he had an epiphany. He was being courted by the super hot and apparently undead crime lord who ran the haunt on the other side of the street."

TW: Danny is thirsty as hell, mentions/allusions to nsfw but nothing explicit

Star Shoes (2772 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #Star Shoes

Dead on Main ship, written for Dead on MAYn 2024

"Things had been going so well for him lately. He should have expected the other shoe to drop. Or the metal pipe in this case."

In which Danny and his totally normal boyfriend who is definitely not Red Hood are abducted by cultists. Danny is super concussed, but he's got the spirit.

The Double-edged Blade of Chance (5309 words, 1 chapter)

Tumblr Tag: #The Double-edged Blade of Chance

Dead on Main ship, written for Dead on MAYn 2024

Not everyone gets to meet their soulmate. It was just a fact of life. There was always a chance, but chance was a double-edged blade. 

Jason quite literally runs into his soulmate at the young age of eight.

“Sorry! I thought you were a ghost!”

"Why would I be a ghost?”

TW: Major Character Death, Child Neglect, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Drug Addiction, Depression

Unnamed fic (ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic)

Tumblr Tag: #ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic

Addition to a post by @starwrighter

Fic is currently a work in progress with only a minimal amount released to the public under the Tumblr post. Once it's completely written chapters will be posted and linked independently.

#Void's masterlists #my writing #of blades and parchment #ghost chirps/unintentional ghost adoption au fic #RFFTB #nstllbgtsoym #Here's Where You'll Stay #Slap a Bow on It #The Double-edged Blade of Chance

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

The queen herself!

design notes under the cut

alright, let's get started with the outfit-

The thing is that Ravens outfit is really cool, but it is a PAIN to draw, at least for me. There are some small details that come from them having to fit doll molds that drive me crazy, like the fact that Ravens shoes don't have heels but she walks like they do

I also had gotten really, really bored of drawing skirts, so pants it is

Ravens look is majority black with purple and silver accents, but I tweaked it a bit so that purple is the primary color, just for fun

The feathers were cool, but I wanted to save them for fancier looks, so instead I went with dragon wing style clamps on her jacket. It always bugged me that she was the first character with a dragon and that she didn't have any draconic features on her

Alright, so this is my explanation for the way she dresses in this interpretation- she doesn't want to be seen as evil, but her wardrobe is literally cursed to make any and all clothes she tries on as much like her mother's as possible. So she has to try and mold it to her own style, like "ok what's the most normal thing in here" but she's going through Goth Skeletor's closet and this is what she's managed to put together. I'd say she did pretty good! Cravat is a little much though

Yes she only wears one glove, that's on purpose. It was gonna be that the gloved hand is her primary spellcasting hand, but I immediately ruined that, so now I guess that's just something Raven thinks looks cool

Ok now the more character lore stuff

That weird little skull nightmare next to her is Prince! I don't have and have never read the books, but I have spent a lot of time going over wiki pages to try and find details I can incorporate into these designs. Apparently when Raven was a little kid her dad got her a puppy which she called Prince. At some point her mom decided it was unfitting for an evil princess and transformed him into whatever the hell a bone rat is. Needless to say, traumatizing. I can't stand a single even vaguely negative thing happening to a dog, so I'm deciding that Prince is alive, kind of immortal since he's undead-ish, and maintains the same memory and personality. He lives with Raven's dad when she's at school and he's a very good boy, he's just really, really weird.

Yeah I don't know where I'm gonna fit Nevermore in, I think she's just gonna have to join the canon with the rest of them in Dragon Games, cause I like Prince way more conceptually tbh

Evil Raven cause why not. I actually have some ideas on how the queen lineage would work, especially because Raven seems to completely control every aspect of her powers after signing in Way Too Wonderland. I really like the idea that as the next queen grows they gain more magic, but because they siphon it from the previous generation. Raven had a natural affinity for basic spells her whole life, but after a certain age she started to take her mom's powers, which are the new ones she can't control. Plus, I like that angle on the whole jealousy thing. The Queen isn't just bitter that Snow White is more fair than her, it's the double whammy of knowing that no matter what she does, her power will be drained away and made pointless by both Snow and her own family. Usurping based angst

#yes i have thought about this cartoon for children designed to sell dolls from almost a decade ago for far too long why do you ask #ever after high #eah redesign #ever after high art #eah fanart #eah #eah art #raven queen eah #eah raven #coffeepaintart

[ghost-bxrd]

hey sorry this might be a stupid question, but who is Calvin rose? cause I know a bit about him from scrolling through ur blog but not much and was wondering if u could tell me more

Hi!

Calvin Rose is the main character from the DC comic series called Talon.

He had… a very rough childhood. His earliest memories are of his dad locking him in an old dog kennel and throwing away the key. Calvin managed to escape after three days outside without food or water and ran away. He was maybe six years old at that point. Maybe even younger.

Eventually he ended up at Haly’s circus where an old escape artist offered to teach Calvin his trade. He accepted.

Calvin spent the next few years learning everything he could from the man, performing along with the other circus inhabitants (like the Flying Graysons) and demonstrating his skills at getting out of seemingly inescapable bonds.

This is what ultimately attracted the attention of the Court of Owls, and after a private performance they offered to train him as someone who would help “root out the rats” in Gotham City. Calvin, baited by promises of ‘heroism’ and ‘the greater good’ was starstruck and agreed to come with them.

The Court trained him into the perfect Talon then, and at one point the “right of passage” that all Talons had to go through was upon him. The Court locked him in their labyrinth with the goal to kill the current Talon. Calvin succeeded… and was driven nearly mad with guilt over his actions.

The Court intended to let him stew in this moral dilemma for an indefinite amount of time, “breaking him in” (ie brainwashing him). Calvin, desperate to escape the tomb like silence and madness of the labyrinth, was the first one to escape that place within a day of being there. The Court found him the next day chilling in their meeting room, asleep. Instead of angry, they were impressed.

Then they sent him on his first real mission: to end the Washington bloodline.

Calvin didn’t think much of it… until he saw his target and realized the Court wanted him to kill a young mother and her two year old daughter.

He noped the hell out, took both girls, and ran fast and far away. Making sure the Court wouldn’t be able to harm them.

So yeah, character introduction ksksksks

There’s a bunch more stuff happening after this of course, but I think this is a good summary of how he started out.

He dies at one point, gets revived as an undead Talon, has a not so fun time, gets dunked in the Lazarus Pit… but yeah. A very cool character!

#Calvin rose #talon #comics #meta #court of owls #ghost talks

[looseratinthegarage]

Hi! I've been thinking about this for awhile but how would slashers survive an zombie apocalypse with or without a s/o?

Slashers in a zombie apocalypse

Omg I had sm fun writing this!!

Michael Rz

•Terrified. Undoubtedly. Terrified. But! Would do remarkably well! He’d dig a hole somewhere and call it home.

•he’s a big man so food is an issue. But he manages.

•would have constant adrenaline if he has a s/o. He wants to protect you and keep you safe. If you die, especially if it’s because of him, he’ll…. He’ll walk unarmed into a swarm of zombies and fight them with his bare hands. Once he is inevitably turned, his body will wreak havoc while his mind is finally put to rest.

Michael Og

•lil man would be fine. He’d pick a house to make a base in and board it up.

•if the zombies are drawn to noise he’ll be totally okay. Dude doesn’t speak and is so quiet walking around. There’s no way he’d gain their attention…. Unless his unbathed stench brought them…

•I think he’d kill a bunch of zombies…. and eat them. Therefore turning into one. Unlike someone else on this list, he wasn’t trying to fuck around, he just needed food and went nom nom.

Jason

•Now this one’s interesting! Are we talking about zombie Jason? Or living?

•Zombie Jason is a fucking unit and would turn the most people. The only drawback is he kills extremely violently, he rips his victims apart, aka he makes a lot of crawlers or immobile zombinos.

•Living Jason I think would get very overwhelmed. He’d use his machete and or some sort of long ranged weapon that isn’t a gun.

•He’d do well for a long time, but Pamela would call to him from the other side, but only if he was alone or if y/n had been infected/died. He’d cradle his mom's head and possibly his s/o or a belonging of theirs and bury himself in the earth.

Hewitt Family

•Thomas goes into sheer panic. But less panic when he remembers how far from civilization they live.

•Thomas, Hoyt, and Monty if it’s before that even cut Thomas gave him will work together to make huge scrap metal and wood walls on the perimeter of their property.

•Luda Mae goes up into the attic to find scraps of cloth, old guns, and other helpful stuff. She’ll be handling the house and cooking as she normally does, while Thomas, Hoyt and again, maybe Monty, will patrol the perimeter.

•The tea lady moves into the Hewitt estate, and Henrietta brings her trailer into the encased property.

•they’re very stressed about how they’ll be able to provide food for everyone. They’ll turn one or more of the fields into crop land. Luda Mae, Thomas, Monty, and Henrietta will work the fields as well. Not Hoyt. Never Hoyt. I think he’s worried about breaking a nail.

•Long story short, I think they’ll do very well for themselves.

Sawyer Family (-choptop)

•Almost a complete disaster. Nubbins has a zombie chained up outside, he’s been calling it his gross dog. Drayton and Bubba tried to build a wall around the house, but couldn't do it by themselves. Bubbas panicking because they’ll have to eat his pet chicken. Drayton is taking his stress out on everyone. Grandpa is god knows where, no one’s remembered to check on him.

•Yeah they don’t make it.

Freddy

•he would either do amazing or instantly get turned, no in between.

•I think he’d bite a zombie- “how ya like that bitch” and then turn…. Like an idiot.

•Undead Freddy is far more nightmarish than living Freddy. Yuck!

•or on the other hand would kick some undead ass.

•his powers wouldn’t really help him? If my memory serves me well, the more people fear him, the more power he has. Zombies can’t feel fear, there’s only one thing they think about nom nom. Hence he’d have to use his claws or another weapon.

Yautja

•100% fine. Out of all of the boys, he’s good. Like- he’s going to be completely fine. Bruh doesn’t even live on this planet.

•He’ll make sure there’s not a scratch on his s/o, and gods forbid you get infected he can easily cure you with yautja technology.

•they can’t infect him, cus he’s, ya know, a fucking alien. So even if they do bite him, he’ll just be more pissed off then anything.

•He’s not worried about it, he can hop in his ship and just leave. Depending on your mate, he might let you bring family or close friends with you both. He’s not going to be happy about it. But he’ll allow it. Will also allow pets…..hesitantly….

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #yautja #bubba sawyer #halloween #predator #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #rz michael myers #michael myers #predator x reader #thomas brown hewitt #yautja x reader #alien vs predator #michael myers x reader #rob zombie michael myers #alien vs predator requiem #drayton sawyer #micheal myers #nubbins sawyer

[themonotonysyndrome]

Mating Dance

Fic is based on this TikTok video.

Summary: Bright Eyes can't sleep and thus, makes it Vincent and Lovely problem.

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It's a beautiful evening and at long last, Vincent and his Lovely are settling in for bed in their brand new house.

Dinner was most excellent - perfectly cooked wagyu steaks prepared by Vincent that's paired with a glass of blood from a content 40-year-old. Lovely's favourite type. Their lover boy does so love spoiling them and they sure do love counting their blessing...

And reward said lover boy. But that's a story for another beautiful evening.

After the couple is all snug in bed tonight and Lovely is warm in Vincent's embrace, the Vampires suddenly hear a voice outside the master bedroom.

"I need to practice my dance for the ladies... I need to do my warm ups."

The couple freezes for a split second before -

"1...2...3..."

Lovely slowly tilt their chin up to look at their boyfriend. "Wait. Is that - "

Before Vincent could even open his mouth, that familiar voice became louder.

"1... 2... & 1... 2... hooooooooooold."

Then, absolute silence. Despite being a pair of undead, Vincent and Lovely held their breaths.

And then -

"Ladiiiiiiies! Hello! I see you looking for... a MALE!"

"I'm gonna tie that brat up and throw them in our store room." Vincent curses and immediately launches himself out of the bed. He then stomps to the window, leaving Lovely cackling.

The window shoves open. Vincent thrust his head outside to see Bright Eyes below, in their backyard, wearing pajamas which essentially comprise of Frederick's D.A.M.N hoodie, worn-out underwear AND NOTHING ELSE. NOT EVEN A PAIR OF SHOES. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM!?

"Bright! We are trying to sleep here!" Vincent howls just like Asher when he stubs his toe in wolf form with bits of cake all over his face. That's also a story for another beautiful evening. One with lots of alcohol needed.

"It is I!" Bright Eyes proclaimed with spread arms and uh, spread legs. Lovely gives them 7 out of 10 for their pose. Yeah, they couldn't deny their curiosity any longer and squeeze beside Vincent at the window to see the show.

"Oh, wow." Lovely giggles and clap their hands in applause.

"Don't entertain them, Lovely." Vincent whines; a headache is already pounding in his head. "That's how they keep coming back."

Merciless to his plight, Bright Eyes continues with their mating dance.

"I am... ADEQUAAAAAAATE."

"Interesting... interesting words there."

"And most likelyyyyyy... FERTILE!"

"Just what the ladies want."

"I have my own place and I keep it... TIIIDYYYYY!"

"You can't evict Sam from his own house, Bright!" Vincent hollers, forgetting that all 3 of them are Vampires with superhuman hearing. It's a good thing that they don't have any neighbours, or someone would've already called the cops. "Frederick would cry if he finds Sam tied up in Darlin' truck again!"

"I can't sleep!" Bright Eyes just screams in reply. "And that wasn't me this time!"

"Oh my god. I can't - I seriously can't deal with this, Lovely. I just want to go to bed." Vincent laments, trying and failing to massage the headache away. Do Sam and Frederick even know that Bright's here? Is it worth the effort to call them? Would they even pick up their phones?

Lovely just nudges their elbow lightly to his side. Their lips tug into a sweet smile. "C'mon, Vince. Are you seriously not gonna accept Bright's mating dance? Adequate. Fertile. A place of their own? I'm charmed!"

Poor Vincent looks like he's constipating. So Lovely takes over.

"Bright, honey, your insomnia acting up again?"

"I do not care who is gangstalking me. I will NOT take my meds!"

Lovely snorts while Vincent groans into his hands. "I take that as a yes. Do you want to sleep with us tonight?"

Bright Eyes pause to think the offer seriously. "Yeah, it's better than watching those dancing fruit videos and listen to Tinnitus National Anthem. I got that dog in me that Sam is trying to euthanize. It's getting old!"

"I don't even know what that means!" Vincent snaps. Still, he turns around to prepare some extra pillows, toiletries, and, most importantly, slippers.

Now it's Lovely's turn to coax Bright Eyes inside like a civilised being rather than through the window like a cat.

"What hate crimes that stairs committed?" Bright Eyes ask as they scowl at the smooth wall outside of the house. "Where the drain pipe? OSHA is gonna have an aneurysm."

"That's because the stairs are inside of the house, Bright." Lovely teases. "C'mon, through the front door we go."

Bright Eyes just grumbled but did as told.

The moment they entered the house, they screamed as Vincent carried them into his arms and ran to the bathroom so he could wash them. Like hell would he let their biblically accurate feet into his new floor and bed. Once clean and in Lovely's spare pajamas (Vincent is seriously contemplating burning Bright's underwear), it's Lovely's turn to carry a surly Bright into their bed.

"You need anything? Plushie? Softer pillows? Screaming Victorian landlords ambience with sounds of revolution for sleeping, relaxing and studying background?" Lovely cheerfully asks, busy tucking Bright in between them and Vincent. Impromptu sleepovers are so much fun!

"I need - "

"Here, have this McDonald Happy Meal toy that I got when I was 12." Vincent interrupts and attacks Bright with a cheap plastic toy called Shadow the Hedgehog. They squawked unattractively when it landed on their face.

The trio settled down, and the evening quieted down once more. Lovely and Vincent made sure to only fall asleep once Bright drifted off to the realm of dreams and Fortnite dancers. Warm and safe between those who only want them to be happy, whether Bright realises or not.

"Rest easy, Bright Eyes..."

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #fanfic #crack with fluff #redacted bright eyes #redacted vincent solaire #redacted lovely

[wishamongtheflowers]

Sound

Kido ran her eyes on every record of several victims for the upteenth time.

"Stray dogs!? You're telling me stray dogs are killing people!"

"I'm sorry that I can't exactly identify the bite marks or the teeth. For all I know it could be a person with unique teeth."

The sheriff could only sigh. Just his luck.

"First it's everyone who is incompetent to where I have to rely on a teenager, now this!" He could only shake his his.

"I'll keep working on all this. It's still the gray faze."

He groaned wondering out of his office, "I'm going to go get a drink."

Kido just looked at all the images and reports she chose to bring.

"Excuse me, Ms. Mukai, " Kido turned around to find a man in the doorway, "can I barrow you for just a minute."

The man's badge made it obvious to her. Future Foundation employee.

"It much be important given your badge. Don't see your rank around here much."

"Yeah we usually handle in foundation matters. I hope you don't mind."

A pull. Not any other pull dragged her. Divine Luck's own desire. It wants whatever offer he has.

"If it gets me away from work for a bit I'll obliged."

"Let's discuss this in a private area."

"Of course."

Kido held some papers as she walked out of the building. This isn't luck but chance. It's her luck which wants success. She's honest with herself. She wanted to have abundance.

"He said it's cause of the Ultimate Hope disappearance cause of Junko. From the way he was talking, I've been selected given my work. This better be worth it. It'll be the last piece of the puzzle for me."

"It will be worth it. You've been blessed with luck and a second chance in this world."

She noticed her mind seeped out of reality. She kept calm, unconcerned by what was going on.

"I wouldn't call being undead as a second chance. The divine luck isn't separate from me. It's also me, just like you."

"It is true your luck and I are you but," Kido felt some warmth sliding under her clothes, "you're a horseman. Ever sense you'd been my pet, you always fought. Even now I can tell you've gotten stronger."

"Could you please stop."

"Aw, I guess you don't want to be petted." The warmth left, thankfully.

"I'm wondering why you want to talk. You haven't appeared in some time."

"You know why. Soon he'll remember you as the Siren who taught him how to swim and the angel who set humanity free. You'll finally be rejoined with one of the original blessing."

"That..."

"Your wishes aren't his. He'll open his eyes just like you, for a second time. He'll know you as his. Don't deny it. I can tell you're morality isn't black or white anymore. Your undead but you still wish his love to return."

"Your right. I just want him to be happy. We thought this was the only way. We're both wrong. We'll have to make it right."

"Good pet. Now grow stronger than even I hope for."

It was all in her head. It wasn't a surprise as anyone would gain a mental illness if they gone through what she had. Being undead of course was an obvious cause of her warped mind. With her awareness of her illness she found a comfort in her delusional state. To have someone just there even if they're just an illusion ment a lot.

Kido didn't see a figure around so she can assume her delusional state has lessed to normalcy. A click echoed through her sanctuary's still veins. The last part came by chance over the mouths of stillness.

"Proxy should be here in an hour or so. I'll get started setting some things up." Kido's footsteps ran ahead of her.

A part of her knew something would happen either way. All she can do is wish for the best outcome.

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@after-neo-world and anyone else cause idk

:3

#bloodhound: sound

[fireflylitsky]

Here, have a pinned post

Hello and welcome to, uh, yeah whatever this hot mess is *gestures loosely to entire blog*.

I’m a novice writer, artist, and most importantly, far too lazy to have a bunch of organized sideblogs for separating out my own art/writing, reblogs, and shitposts, so welcome to my personalized serotonin dumpster—the gang’s all here. If you care to sift through its contents, this stuff below might help.

A lot of my posting is Naruto related—the akatsuki specifically—but you’ll find a mishmosh of Stuff n’ Things™ as I tend to hyper-fixate on whatever's clever for me at any given moment (but always return home to Naruto—idk what that says about me tbh, but I’ve accepted it and you should too).

I always tag characters and ships and sometimes add semi-intelligible thoughts that no one needs. Otherwise, here are some recurring tags:

#firefly art - My art

#firefly writing - My writing or talking about writing

#firefly snippets - Drabbles/small one-shots for prompt fills

#art for a fic - Art I’ve either drawn, been gifted, or commissioned specifically for a posted fic

#art commission - Art I’ve commissioned

#OC: Izumi - Art of my main Naruto OC, Izumi

#GIVE SAKURA KUBIKIRIBOCHO or #Sakura with a big sword - Art of Sakura with the executioner’s blade, Kubikiribocho. Why yes, it is my fetish, thank you for noticing.

Fic Masterlist:

I have some fics of varying length, completeness, and quality; with rare exception, you can count on them being Akatsuki-centric. In no particular order...

Chaptered Fics Naruto Fandom:

Oh Honey, There Goes Your Bastard (58/? chapters, 334k words) OC/Canon, OC/Itachi, OC/Hidan, Hidan/Itachi, OC/Hidan/Itachi / Canon Divergent AU / Explicit #Fic: oh honey there goes your bastard

Sweet Vertigo (6/? chapters, 29k words) KakuHida / Modern Omegaverse AU / Explicit #Fic: sweet vertigo

Please Mr. Postman (6/10 chapters, 19.4k words) KakuHida / Modern Masks as Dogs AU / Slice of Life Drama with Dark Themes / Mature #Fic: please mr postman

Yokai Sunset (6/? chapters, 32.7k words) KisaSaku / Canon Divergent Timeskip Post-apocalyptic Yokai AU / Mature #Fic: yokai sunset

Come As You Are (1/3 chapters, 4.7k words) HidaObi / Modern Omegaverse Meet Ugly AU / Explicit #Fic: come as you are

Issue Paper (6/12 chapters, 42.8k words) ObiKonan / Modern ETL Coffee Shop Holiday AU / Explicit #Fic: issue paper

One Shots Naruto: Don’t You Cry, Don’t You Cry (4.8k words) KakuHida (T4T) / Canon compliant AU / Mature #Fic: don’t you cry don’t you cry

Alive With The Glory of Love (2.2k words) KakuHida (T4T) / Canon compliant AU / Explicit #Fic: alive with the glory of love

The Great Pumpkinshark (1.2k words) KakuHida & Fuu & cool Uncle Kisame / Modern AU / Mature #Fic: the great pumpkinshark

I Promise This Won’t Happen Again (1.5k words) KakuHida / Canon Divergent Kakuzu as a Reaper AU / Teen and Up #Fic: I promise this won’t happen again

Lost and Hopefully Not Found (2.6k words) KakuHida & Fuu / Canon Divergent AU / Teen and Up #Fic: lost and hopefully not found

Flawless Teamwork (1.3k words) KakuHida / Modern AU / Teen and Up #Fic: flawless teamwork

Yokai Sunset: One-shot (11.5k words) KisaSaku / Canon Divergent Timeskip AU / Explicit / Dubcon

One Shots Undead Unluck:

Middle of The Night (10.2k words) Anfuu / Canon compliant AU / Explicit #Fic: middle of the night

#mind the mess

[cultofdixon]

Always Comin’ Back

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • [A/N: Not that far into the series, canon bits is only what I know] • You and Daryl separated at the start of the apocalypse and the two of you have been searching for the other ever since. Daryl just wishes he didn’t find her where he did • SFW/ANGST • TW: Fuckin Cannibals / Amputation / Injuries / Scars / Mentions of Miscarriage / PTSD

“Promise me somethin’”

“Anything”

“You’ll find me if shit hits the fan and we’re separated”

“Gonna have to take a lot to separate me from you, darling”

~

“Terminus…you seein’ this?” Daryl confirms it with his friend receiving a nod. “Think we can find some of’em there?”

“God hope so” Rick scoffs leading the way on the tracks as the small group progresses.

As the night falls in, the group in the train car was waiting for the inevitable slaughter that they were facing. Maggie froze when she heard it and Glenn caught on.

Footsteps.

Slow but on the roof.

Someone was on the roof of the train car and by the fear creeping up a few of their backs, they couldn’t help it.

“Hey!” Sasha screams to get their attention. “Help us out!”

“Please!” Tara cries out as Rosita quickly pulls her back from the roof hatch opening. Abraham quickly approached ushering the two to get behind him as Bob did the same with Sasha.

No one said a word. Not even whoever opened the hatch. But suddenly a bag was dropped in the middle of the moonlight. Bob was first to approach it and examine the note given.

Zero for Men, Only Women

Further investigation into the bag revealed the few knives, a single handgun, and a flashlight for the night.

But of course, Bob didn’t understand and when he tried to pocket a knife. He looked up to where the whistle to be met with a gun aimed at his head.

“I’m tryin’ to save yeah here. Obey the note, or join the undead” The voice threats as Glenn quickly joins in the moonlight.

“What are they going to do to us?”

“Men go out first. Upon inspection. You’re not the only prisoners here but pickings happen out of random. I…” The voice stops checking their surroundings to reassure that they were alone. “Something about you. Feels strange and I’m trying to help you the best that I could…but these people are crazy. Have to do things my way to assure your survival”

Glenn frowns watching as a set of dog tags drop before the hatch closes shortly after. He was quick to pick them up and use the only flashlight to read the name. He looks up one last time before following what they instructed on the note.

That when the four joined the others, Glenn approached Daryl ignoring what Rick was saying for just a second to hand him what the figure had handed off.

“Who gave these to you?”

“Didn’t catch their name. But they gave us some leverage…when given the chance it’s just”

“It’s just what Glenn?” Rick interrupts as Glenn gave him a worried look.

“I don’t have a good feeling”

As the figure from the night followed the men going on their picking run, Gareth quickly ran over to them grabbing the back of their poncho to stop’em.

“Dixon”

The group quickly turned to Daryl but that wasn’t directed toward him obviously. He went to the door pushing Abraham out of the way to try and get a look through the crack but couldn’t make it out. So he did his best to listen and hear the voice of the one that tried to help.

“You’re on inventory for their belongings. You’re not on picking given the last time you were”

“Cant Mary—-“

“She’s making dinner. You’re on inventory for their belongings. Sort out everything. Make sure we got everything” Gareth tugs then suddenly back behind him blocking their view and Daryl’s already messed one. “You stay the fuck away from this group. Or you’ll lose another”

“Fine. But I hope you know what exactly you’re gettin’ yourself into”

Daryl suddenly bang against the door of the train car causing them both to turn in his direction. The commotion made him first pickin and when the door opened it came clear who it was.

________

“Explain why your brother gave me his tags?”

“Don’t need’em no more” Daryl shrugs. “Maybe we could use’em for some code. If shit were to happen”

“What do you propose? Doubt an apocalypse is gonna happen any time soon. Or a huge natural disaster that separates us”

“‘Member the marks from the huntin’ trip? We got separated. Found our way back”

“Yeah?”

“If shit happens, and we separate, but we gain groups or some shit. They’ll know who to give that to if I’m a part of’em” He approaches the woman he was talking to, carefully taking her face into his hands. “But it’d take a lot, to take me from you”

“Since when did the Daryl Dixon become a softie?”

“When you, Y/N Dixon, became mine”

________

You found me, Daryl

“Something is happening. Don’t do anything until I get back” Gareth states to the two butchers leaving Rick an opportunity to cut himself out but he wouldn’t need it.

“Should finish the job”

“Right, well look who’s joining” One of them made the third’s presence known but by the blade in hand. It clicked. “Wait a minute—-“

With a quick swipe, the head rolled to the four tied as they heard the other scream for just a second before it was cut off. Glenn quickly turned around seeing the woman stab one of the heads with the katana before taking his gag off.

“You’re the one that gave us the knives and the single gun?”

“It belonged to you. Not me. ‘Sides…” She frowns taking her blade and cutting him free first then Bob as Rick got himself free and helped Daryl who quickly shot up to his feet facing the woman. “I knew he still knew about the waste of metal I gave yea”

Daryl couldn’t stop staring, feeling like he’s dreaming. But with a quick smack upside the head he swatted Rick away knowing he ain’t dreaming.

“We gotta get our stuff back, yknow where?” Rick asks before Daryl could say anything as the woman nods.

“Yeah I’ll direct yea. But then I gotta take care of the aerials up top.”

“Your name first” Bob finally asks as Glenn and Rick quickly brought their attention to her while Daryl couldn’t help the smirk on his face.

“Y/N Dixon, Daryl fucking Dixon’s wife” She smirks smacking him playfully in the chest before directing the others to where their belongings are while the fire was happening toward the walkers.

________

“Keep quiet Merle”

“Can it. You’re loud. Gonna scare the bear away”

The two continued to argue in whispers only to be startled by the swish a few arrows flew over them piercing the bear and knocking it down. Daryl quickly turned around only laughing to what happened as Merle groans to what happened.

“What? Can’t take being out hunter by the little lady Merle?” Y/N smirks wrapping her bow cross her chest before running past them to get her prize. “Now that’s Daryl fucking Dixon’s wife! Suck it Merle!” her maniacal laugh followed after saying such as she made sure the bear was confirmed dead.

“You picked a crazy one”

“Shut up Merle. She’s my crazy”

________

“You ain’t gettin your bow?”

“It’s fine, Dar. Take my arrows and let’s get”

“Y/N…what aren’t you tellin’?” The worry in his voice made Y/N want to tell him right then and there what this group did to her. But their window was closing and Rick kept yelling to get out of there.

Daryl wasn’t going to let her hang the bow up and quickly nabbed it following her being the last out. Without any direction, Y/N took out her hand gun and shot down two of the snipers giving the group a bigger window.

With her help, it didn’t take them that long to get the fuck out of there with their people. Regrouping in the woods Y/N watches Daryl reconnect with his people, his group, his family and she couldn’t help but shed a few tears thankful he was okay all this time apart. Glenn couldn’t help but notice the pale complexion to Y/N since he never really got a good look at Mrs. Dixon and part of him had to act.

“Did you get bit?“

“No, if I did, I wouldn’t keep that secret from yea. Even if I barely know y’all” Y/N frowns. “Just haven’t eaten in a while. Terminus was…uh. Yknow”

“I know?” Glenn tilts his head confused as Y/N knew they haven’t been there long to realize what the people of Terminus do for their source of food.

“Have you ever been to a butcher? Or seen slaughter of farm animals?”

“He hasn’t. But I have…when my dad would take care of our old farm animals” Maggie interrupts joining the two. “Were you the one with the knives?”

“The one and only, but uh. Yeah the Terminus people were cannibals. I saved yea from getting slaughter for feastin’” Y/N broke the news and Carl couldn’t help but throw up overhearing it. “I got the short end of the stick one day when I spoke up..about a week in when I got there. But they saw me as useful so I received punishment and became the town’s mute for a while”

Glenn sighed with a lot of relief that he didn’t get eaten and Maggie now owed Y/N even if they just met. But she gently presses the back of her hand to her cheek drawing Daryl’s attention after getting a bit of a plan from Rick.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know her?” Maggie asks as Y/N gently pushes her hand away. “No fever but still barely any color in the face”

“Oh! Yeah we gotta introduce you to everybody. But still what Maggie said. Is the whole…terminus thing why you didn’t eat?”

“They allowed me to hunt my food if I shared, and I always got the smallest portion. So I skipped meals while they yknow” Y/N couldn’t smile when talking about it as she didn’t wait another second to fall into Daryl’s embrace feeling him squeeze her while her one hand gripped onto his vest.

“Right, right…Y/N Dixon” Rick remembered the obvious and introduced the woman that did her part to get them back together even with the confused and shocked expressions.

“How does he get a wife?” Eugene suddenly states as Abraham smacks him in the chest to shut up since Daryl gave them both a glare.

“Finally another powerful woman” Rosita adds as Daryl didn’t let anybody close until he inspected her himself. Except for Glenn and Maggie for now.

Then he remembered something before they were separated at the start of the apocalypse and given the fact it was just her when they reconnected. Sadness flooded him for a moment as he didn’t care for the soft comments when it came to kissing his wife and keeping her as close as possible. Y/N held onto him the best that she could as Maggie couldn’t help it and tugged at her poncho to show her. She may have been the daughter to a veterinarian but she knew a lot more than anybody. Especially when the ill look wasn’t just from missing meals.

“I told yea, I paid a price to keep living in safety” Y/N pulls away a bit from Daryl to let Maggie to reveal the loss of her left arm and even if it wasn’t his first thought, she still pulled out her wedding ring from the necklace around her neck. But boy did he see red seeing what they did to his girl.

Thankfully, he got his revenge. Or well Rick did as brutal as it was.

Now we’ve all heard it. How Daryl and Carol went to save Beth but Daryl wasn’t going to let Y/N out of his sights anymore as she tagged along. Then it became a rescue of two members given the accident on the bridge weakening Carol. When half the group from the church went to do the whole trading system, Beth and Dawn met their fate.

He’s had enough. He’s lost enough…

“Come here” Finally giving the two a moment alone as Daryl gestures his wandering wife to sit with him a bit far from the group.

She knew he walked off to give himself some air. Beth meant a lot to him in a way none of them would understand. Except for Y/N and Maggie.

Y/N carefully sits on the ground falling a bit too fast given she didn’t have both arms to catch her fall. But thankfully he was right beside her to pull her into his embrace before she hit too hard. She instinctively curled in his lap resting her head on his chest feeling his strong arms wrap around her protectively.

“I should’ve kept lookin’”

“Doesn’t matter, as long as we have now” Y/N reassures looking up to see the tears that he tried to threaten from fallen, rolling off his cheeks. He kept his crying whimpers to himself the best he could but even if she’s only got the one, her still soft to him calloused hand gently wiped away the tears as he curls around her keeping her caged in him.

“I wouldn’t keep goin’ if I found out you were dead. Too many dead. Lost enough…” Daryl continues to squeeze her as Y/N readjusted so that her head rested on his shoulder gently kissing his jaw line.

“Nothin’ is keepin’ me from you Daryl Dixon” Y/N reassures. “Would’ve tracked you until I couldn’t walk no more”

When the group found themselves the barn, had the rough night they did, then was met with this stranger that had promises of a secured place away from it all. Almost everyone was skeptical even when crossing the gate. They informed the group to surrender their weapons or at least the ones carrying bullets. Y/N couldn’t help but feel the panic building in her chest when the gate closed quickly finding herself pressed against the gate once it closed.

“Your weapons—-“ The one manning the gate was quickly met with the end of her handgun under his chin as Daryl draws his crossbow.

“Step back” He threats waiting for the guy to do so as Aaron nods for the guy to finally step back cautiously.

Daryl lowers his weapon and slowly took the gun out of Y/N’s hand setting it on the cart instantly taking her hand pulling her away from the one she threatened.

The death grip she had on him didn’t let up, either it be her holding his hand or grabbing a fist full of his vest keeping herself as close as possible to Daryl. He didn’t mind one bit but he didn’t trust this place one bit, neither of them did.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“What’s it to yea?” Daryl crosses his arms glaring at Rick, the one asking where his wife is.

“Seriously?”

“Mhm” He continues to block the way until Y/N opened the door behind him as Rick tried to get her attention but Daryl quickly blocked his view. Was he always this protective over the things he cared about or is this new given what happened to her? Both. Most likely.

“Y/N, tell your husband to let me talk to yea”

“Why do you need to talk to me?” Y/N frowns nudging Daryl a bit as he instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her flush against his chest. “You scare’em or something?”

Rick rolls his eyes. “Deanna isn’t gonna let you outside the gates if you ever go out alone. Thinks you could get into serious complications given your…yeah.”

“You do realize I saved your asses back in that hell right? At least a good part of it”

“Y/N…I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but for the sake of the others, don’t do nothing stupid” Rick states leaving on that note as Y/N felt her chest tighten leaving her quiet.

Strangely quiet for the rest of that day. Didn’t even stop Daryl from going on a run. Didn’t leave the house. Just sat in the basement to the one Carol’s in and stayed there gripping onto the shoulder she lost the arm attached to it.

Trapped.

Confined.

Weak.

“Y/N? Is that—-“

“Mind helping me with something?”

Carol stops her baking to find Y/N approaching the kitchen without her poncho seeing her tugging at the loose fabric.

“I uh. Can’t tie it myself”

“Of course, come here” Carol gestures her over and took care of tying the sleeve close to the end of Y/N’s arm but not too close to be uncomfortable. “You don’t like it here” she states watching her new friend’s gaze turn away from her. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t trust them just yet. Just following Rick but also my own narrative.”

“This Rick…he’s a good one right?”

“Right. He does get on people’s nerves but who doesn’t? Especially Daryl” Carol laughs and to her surprise Y/N joined her.

“Shoulda seen him before this mess. Got on everybody’s nerves but if he’s shown his soft side already, there’s a reason for sure” Y/N smiles for the first time being in this glorified community as she looks at Carol’s handy work before getting tense again. “They won’t hurt me right?”

“The truth?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t know, but you’re part of us now. May have Daryl already being a hawk with yea. But everybody’s got your back” Carol reassures resting her hands on Y/N’s shoulders. “And if you wanna make sure no one is gonna bother you in your own way, you’d help me with something”

Being roped into helping prove these Alexandrians weren’t a foe, was hard when trying to gain back their protection. Just because there’s walls and rules, doesn’t mean they instantly feel safe from where they were before.

Daryl waits patiently outside the home tense as ever. Relaxing when he felt her hand rest on his back finally joining him.

“Ready?”

“Mhm”

“Sure?” Daryl presses his forehead against hers smiling when she did.

“Just don’t leave my side, Daryl”

“Promise, sunshine”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[oatmilk-vampire]

Vampire Eddie (Steddie)

mdni 18+ part 1(original) @breealtair you made me want to write this and I couldn't focus on anything else until I did. So this part 2(technically a prequel) is for everyone but mostly you.

When Eddie Munson came back from the dead, it freaked Steve out.

Sure, it wasn’t the first time someone in Hawkins had seemed to come back from the dead, but it was certainly the first time they'd shown up on Steve's doorstep covered in mud and blood.

Steve was more than freaked out. He was terrified.

He didn't think to answer with his nailbat drawn, he hadn't needed to in quite some time. Sue him for screaming at the top of his lungs and falling flat on his ass and scrambling backwards the exact same way he'd yelled at people in horror movies for.

Only, Eddie didn't come after him like some deranged killer or bloodthirsty monster. He just stood there, equally shell-shocked that he'd been given that kind of reaction.

When Steve realized Eddie wasn't killing him right then and there his mouth clamped shut and he let out an awkward cough.

"Um, hi?"

"Harrington," Eddie greets, still standing at the threshold.

"What---er--- brings you here?" Steve still wants to look around for a makeshift weapon but he isn't ready to take his eyes off of the dark figure looming in his doorway.

"I just woke up. What the hell happened? Did we defeat Vecna?" Eddie had awoken, seemingly buried alive and so hungry and thirsty. What happened next is something he's not quite sure actually happened, but he'll always remember the sound a deer makes when it's dying now.

"Um... We might have? That depends. How are you feeling?"

Eddie blinks. "Fine, I guess? I was starving but now I'm really nauseated."

"Is that, um, what did you eat?" What the hell is all over your face? was left unsaid.

Eddie grimaces and Steve catches sight of them. Sharp and wholly unnatural. The fangs looked nothing like those in Fright Night, which Steve had watched last year when it came out, but it still terrified him.

"Promise not to freak out?" Eddie questions but Steve already shakes his head.

"Kinda too late for that."

Eddie sighs.

"I ate a deer. Or, drank a deer, technically. I don't know the logistics. I think I'm a vampire. One moment I'm surrounded by that colony of demobats and next thing I'm alone in the dirt, starving, and now I'm here."

"Okay, okay. Fuck." Steve mumbled to himself, finally looking away from Eddie's eyes. His eyes still remain the same, nothing monstrous or undead about them. Steve suddenly remembers something, eyes shooting up to meet Eddie's once more.

"You can't come in unless you're invited, right?"

Eddie actually has the audacity to laugh at him. Laugh!

"Um, actually I think I can. I was just trying to be respective and not send you into cardiac arrest before your time."

"Oh."

So Steve was only really safe because Eddie chose not to come in and murder him. Okay. It should make him feel better but it does very little to uncoil the knot in his stomach.

"Yeah. So, can I come in?"

Flash forward two weeks, by now all of their friends were aware Eddie was in fact not dead and seemingly not controlled by Vecna. It's just him.

Of course, only Steve knew Eddie's, erm, condition and how he could eat human food but it didn't stanch his hunger.

Steve and Eddie decidedly got closer in those two week, mostly because they shared a secret no one else knew. No one else could know, they reasoned.

Eddie moved back in with Uncle Wayne, but even he didn't know the nature of Eddie's return. Despite this, Eddie was practically over at Steve's every free chance he had anyway.

It's one of their hangouts that Eddie seems a little different, something Steve has realized indicates he's getting hungry.

"Just go eat, man. I don't mind. I'll wait to start the movie. Just don't, like, kill the neighbor's dog or anything."

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face.

"As much as I want to eat, Steve, I feel nauseated just thinking about it."

"But, you have to." Steve's brows furrow. "You can't not eat."

"I know, but the animal blood is just... I don't know if they have weird diseases or something but it just makes me sick."

"Oh." Steve hesitates, considering what he's about to say and offer. "So, it's not drinking blood that grosses you out. It's drinking animal blood."

"Yeah..." Eddie questions, wondering where Steve is going with this.

"So, have you considered drinking human blood?"

Eddie blinks at him.

"Steve, I'm not gonna just go drink from some random person. And I don't exactly feel like trying to rob a blood bank. I've had an angry Hawkins mob come after me once already and I don't exactly want it again. They'll think I want it for some satanic ritual."

"Okay, so just drink from me." Steve shrugs as if he merely suggested Eddie borrow a shirt from him. "I don't have any weird diseases."

Eddie scoffs, "That's debatable." because he couldn't miss a moment to take a dig at the pretty boy, he hoped it would make Steve retract his offer or forget about it all together.

It didn't.

"Oh wow, Munson. Slut-shaming, really?" He waves his arm in front of Eddie's face and the vampire stares at it as if someone just offered him a T-bone steak when all he's ever had were microwaved Salisbury ones from banquet. Because he had. And this is practically what Steve's blood smelled like.

"Steve, get away from me. Seriously, I'm not gonna drink from you."

Steve's face gets a pinched expression.

"Seriously? What's wrong with my blood?" He doesn't lower his arm. "You're hungry and animals make you sick. Drink."

"Steve, I don't know if I'll be able to stop. I killed that deer, and yeah maybe it's because I was starving or dehydrated or whatever, but what if your blood is like, really really good? I don't want to hurt or kill you." Sure, he's only killed the one deer. He was able to stop himself with each subsequent animal, as long as they were big. The smaller ones were sucked dry.

"And, what, I just let you fast until you get hungry enough that you might hurt someone else? Might hurt Dustin? Come on, Munson."

Steve had a point.

Eddie eyes Steve's arm, hears the blood thrumming just beneath his skin. He licks his lips.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Should you maybe, I don't know. Would it make you uncomfortable if I had you, um, straddle my lap? Just so you could have more control! Maybe you could arm yourself with a knife or something just in case I don't let you go."

Steve takes his arm away and Eddie thinks he's blown it.

"Fine, I'll straddle your lap but I'm not holding a knife on you--Jesus, Eddie!" He exclaims as he's swiftly manhandled into Eddie's lap, knees on either side of Eddie's hips.

"How are you supposed to drink from my arm now? Isn't this an awkward angle?" Steve wonders out loud, already preparing to offer up his neck instead.

"Oh, shit, You're right. Maybe--"

Steve tilts his head to the side and the words die on Eddie's tongue.

Steve mentally steels himself for a pain reminiscent of what the Russians inflicted on him and Robin, or of the sharp bite of the demobats themselves.

Eddie takes a deep breath in, out. "Are you sure?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "Yes, Eddie, I'm--" he's cut off with his own gasp as he feels Eddie's lips on his neck, and then--

What happens next is not Steve's fault.

He's barely even aware that his hands find purchase on Eddie's sides, or that his hips start moving on their own accord. Seeking friction as his body wakes up to new sensations.

Eddie doesn't drink much, even if Steve was the best thing he's ever tasted. He has control over himself, so he only drinks until the actual hunger fades away leaving behind only his cravings.

He pops off of his neck, licking across the twin puncture wounds before guiding Steve backward to make sure he's okay.

Steve's eyes are half-mast, lips apart.

Eddie worries for a moment. Steve's out of it appearance in combination with the mewling noises he was making and rutting he was doing either meant one, Eddie did some serious damage; or two, Steve was fucked out.

When Eddie looked down and saw the visible wet spot right over where Steve's boner was beginning to fade, he had his answer.

His eyes flit back to Steve's suddenly feeling like he shouldn't be seeing Steve in such a vulnerable state.

"You okay, Stevie?" The nickname falls right off of his tongue. "I think you, hmm. I think you came in your pants, big boy."

That seems to snap Steve out of it. His eyes focus on Eddie's before falling to his lap with a gasp.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

Eddie stops him from scrambling off of his lap. "Hey, hold on! I don't know how much blood I took, I don't exactly trust you on your feet right now."

"Well I can't just stay on your lap like this!"

Eddie doesn't mind it one bit. Sure he was worried with that initial gasp Steve let out, but now that he knows it was a good kind of breathlessness, we'll it's all okay. He voices just that.

"I, I hope I didn't make it weird. God, I'm so stupid. Who gets hard when their friend is--"

"Sucking them?" Eddie supplies with a giggle and Steve shoves his shoulder.

"This isn't funny!"

"Okay, embarrassment aside. Do you feel okay? Do you have any regrets about letting me drink your blood?"

"No. Other than coming in my pants? I'm okay. It didn't even hurt that bad." It hurt good.

Steve pretends not to notice the boner straining against Eddie's own jeans and how much he wanted to help Eddie out with that.

As weird as it was, that was the best orgasm Steve's ever had. And he'd do anything to get it again. Plus if his friend could reman happy and fed, well, who was he to complain?

#monster fucker steve am i right? #part 2 to that vampire ficlet i wrote #steve harrington #steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson

[see-arcane]

I for one would love for you to elaborate on your Jonathan Harker = PTSD-Affected Other Human theory. It sounds really intriguing.

The gist is that Jonathan, whether he was carrying some innate supernatural potential or it was all born of Dracula's influence (bitten in or through other occult means), was 'set off' when all that Transylvanian fun happened, ditto the mess in England. I'd hesitate to say it was due to just plain stress--the dude's fresh out of law school and if stress was all it took to make him go Otherworldly, he'd have been quite interesting to see during the exam--so we'll say it's strictly the supernatural factor.

Call it stimuli, call it stressors, call it whatever. Dracula's actions and presence have been connected with every change in Jonathan Harker's shifting mental/physical state. Crawling the walls, leaving the first and only non-holy scar with the shovel, turning white-hair washed-out in literal seconds while learning about Mina's attack, the berserker moments with the Kukri, and, oh yeah, deadlifting a full fucking coffin of dirt and its vampire bastard-passenger; it all reads like the equivalent of a stone rolling faster and faster downhill in terms of his development.

Note, a sporadic development. Because unlike the vampire business or werewolves or what-have-you, Jonathan Harker's change into Something Else takes a break! Post-fever*, (*fine enough explanation for the hospital, but I wonder), Jonathan does remarkably well at maintaining his old self, not counting his nervousness. He's a boiling pot of water taken off the heat, cooling, cooling, all's fine...

...Until he crosses paths with the Count again. Until the night with Mina happens. Then he's a pot of water thrown into a furnace. He and his bodily changes increase only when Dracula's pulling his vampiric bullshit. While the man did and clearly will suffer a heaping dose of PTSD over the whole situation, the Otherworldy/Inhumanlike aspects are not a past-tense thing. It's a 'The More Exposed I Am to Count Douchebag's Radius/Activity, the More I Will Adapt and Change to Be the Thing THAT FUCKS UP HIS WHOLE UNLIFE.'

And so he does, in glorious fashion. Which leads me to another thought--and one that's at the crux of a little hefty something I'm writing--and that's this:

While a name is never put to just what Jonathan Harker's deal is by the end of the book (and a million kudos to all my fellow red-stringers out there coming up with theories), I like to think that out of the whole Vampire Hunter Gang, Jonathan Harker was the only one being altered into an entity whose purpose/talent was specifically to take down vampires. Because, really, I cannot stop thinking about that vivid, unhealed, permanent red scar on Dracula's brow. The hair? The strength? The increasing rabid hunting dog energy the longer the story goes on? All that I can almost ignore as Stoker getting creative with Harker's vendetta vibes.

But that scar. From something so mundane as a shovel blade, not sacred, not blessed. Just a plain old spade from (what seems like) an ordinary man doing the extraordinary without explanation.

That smells a lot like something there to fill a particular bogeyman niche. There's always a counterbalance in nature, and so there should be in the supernatural. Something that's been keeping the undead numbers down even in the eras when there was no holy crucifix or garlic or wafers to brandish. We always think 'werewolves' when we imagine a monstrous foe to the bloodsuckers, but...

My money is on something a little more prone to making sure the dead stay dead. Turning the Nosferatu back into proper carrion and such.

Say, something with a taste for old dead meat. Something that was brought up before by a few of our red-yarn brigade.

If you have a problem with the living dead, send in (or create) something whose specialty is consuming the dead back.

Send in a ghoul.

#in which I ramble #and speculate that Jonathan got rid of that vampire problem just in time to avoid any more steps in his possible transformation #vampires drink the living #ghouls devour the dead #makes a certain kind of awful sense #anyway #dracula spoilers #dracula #dracula daily #spoilers #jonathan harker #monster jonathan harker #theory #ghoul

[mlmxreader]

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HORROR FILMS (25)

Films quoted: Cabin Fever, Red Dragon, American Psycho, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, My Bloody Valentine (1981), An American Werewolf In London

“I don't want any of us getting sick, but you two fuckin' fuckers insist on touching her, now she's bleeding all over both you guys! So you two can fuckin rot, but not me, no fuckin way not me!”

“I made it! I made it! I knew I'd make it! I fucking made it!”

“That guy asked for our help. We lit him on fire. You'll understand if I'm not in a particularly social mood.”

“When you've known someone a long time, you just want to kiss them just to see if they're a good kisser. There's nothing wrong with that, right?”

“I thought you might enjoy the challenge. Find out if you're smarter than the person I'm looking for.”

“Dammit, man, you must have some advice. You caught him. What was your trick?”

“Why are there copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?”

“Duct tape. I need it for... taping something.”

“Not if you want to keep your spleen.”

“I wouldn't want you to lose your willpower.” “That's okay. I'm not very good at controlling it anyway.”

“I'm leaving. I've assessed the situation, and I'm going.”

“I think I might hurt you. You don't want to get hurt, do you?”

“If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you.”

“Pumpkin, you're dating an asshole.”

“What's that stench?”

“Look, give me a chance! If you still want me to go away I will. But I have to tell you that I love you and want you back!”

Roses are red, violets are blue, one is dead, and so are you.”

“Beware of what you make fun of, you little asshole!”

“From the heart comes a warning, filled with bloody good cheer, remember what happened as the 14th draws near!”

“The undead surround me. Have you ever talked to a corpse? It's boring! I'm lonely!”

“On the moors, we were attacked by a lycanthrope, a werewolf. I was murdered, an unnatural death, and now I walk the earth in limbo until the werewolf's curse is lifted.”

“Hurting your feelings? Has it occurred to you that it might be unsettling to see you arise from the grave to visit me?”

“Yeah, be rational, sure. I'm a fucking werewolf!”

“I'm certain if there were a monster roaming around northern England, we'd have seen it on the telly.”

“I'm torn between feeling very sorry for you and finding you terribly attractive.”

ROMANCE FILMS (25)

Films quoted: Moulin Rouge, Shakespeare in Love, Atonement, Pretty Woman

“The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

“But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fibre of my being.”

“Come what may, I will love you until my dying day.”

“I can't carry on without you.”

“You have so much to give.”

“Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight... you're free to leave me, but just don't deceive me, and please believe me when I say I love you!”

“Hurt him to save him. There is no other way.”

“I couldn't! I couldn't go through with it! I saw you there and I felt differently! I couldn't pretend!”

“As long as we have each other. We have each other.”

“His eyes upon your face. His hand upon your hand. His lips caress your skin. It's more than I can stand!”

“You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.”

“Like a sickness - and its cure, together.”

“You never spoke so well of him.”

“Can you love a fool?”

“Yes, you were deceived, for I did not know how much I loved you.”

“Love knows nothing of rank, or riverbank. It will spark between a Queen and the poor vagabond who plays the King - and their love should be minded by each, for love denied blights the soul”

“Then kiss me again for I am not mistook.”

“The tide waits for no man, but I swear it would wait for you.”

“How can you understand the emptiness that seeks a soulmate?”

“I love you. I'll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.”

“If all we have rests in a few moments in a library three and a half years ago, then I don't know... I don't…”

“Impossible relationships. My special gift is impossible relationships.”

“I'd like you to spend the week with me.”

“You gotta be joking.”

“Wow, great view. I bet you can see all the way to the ocean from out here.”

PERIOD DRAMAS (25)

Films quoted: Testament of Youth, War Horse, Benediction, 1917

“All of us are surrounded by ghosts. Now we need to learn how to live with them.”

“Can I find the courage to accept there might be another way? Perhaps their deaths have meaning only if we stand together now and say, "No!" No to killing. No to war. No to the endless cycle of revenge. I say no more of it. No more.”

“They'll want to forget you. They'll want me to forget. But I can't. I won't. This is my promise to you now. All of you.”

“I might hate you more, but I'll never love you less.”

“Be brave! Be brave!”

“You are not alone in that respect.”

“I'd give everything I possess to have him stay just one more hour. One more minute. Quick to tears, slow to love.”

“How could I be such a snob? He really is a lovely man.”

“Pain is not the only terror. There are many more.”

“I think he's still in love with you.”

“The moment passes, but the hurt remains.”

“If I was selfish enough, I'd ask you to marry me.” “If I were foolish enough, I'd accept.”

“Friends may come, friends may go. Enemies are always faithful.”

“I hoped today might be a good day. Hope is a dangerous thing.”

“That's it for now, then next week, Command will send a different message. Attack at dawn. There is only one way this war ends. Last man standing.”

“Shut up. We've fought and died over every inch of this fucking place, now they suddenly give us miles? It's a trap.”

“None of us were right. This idiot thought it was Tuesday.”

“Even their rats are bigger than ours.”

“I'm sorry about your friend. May I tell you something you probably already know. It doesn't do to dwell on it.”

“Straight ahead to the left, past the dead horses, there's a gap directly behind them. Useful, because if its dark you follow the stench. When you get to the second wire, look out for the bowing chap. There's a small break beside him. The German line is 150 odd yards after that. Watch out for the craters. They're deeper than they look. If you fall in, there's no getting out.”

“There is nothing here. There is nothing for you. Please.”

“Look, it's just a bit of bloody tin. It doesn't make you special. It doesn't make any difference to anyone.”

“The sub-trench was blown to hell weeks ago. Its full of bodies anyway. Your best bet is to pop over here. If you do get shot, try to make it back to the wire. We won't come after you until its dark. If by some fucking miracle you do make it, send up a flare.”

“We lost an officer and three men, two nights ago. They were shot to bits patching up wire. We dragged two of them back here.”

“I do hate losing, so when they start shooting at you, could you be so kind as to throw it back when you get shot.”

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