#/verse: second chance

[mithosofcruxis]

(continued from Here)

@andyouthoughtdirtwasold

Yuan had always been good at seeing through him. It didn't matter if his eyesight was gone or not. It just came with how long they'd known each other. How much they'd talked and interacted. And how much they hid from each other, often to little affect.

"If you come, I'll give you a whole day," He said with an audible chuckle. It was a little nervous and usually only came when he felt uncomfortable with something, "I'll even give you back all of the contraptions you're working on."

Mithos had been prepared to use them as leverage to make him go if he'd said no. But since Yuan was being so generous, he supposed he could be honest.

[blighted-lights]

quick warm-ups of some more shockwave and clone ravage (ft an unimpressed starscream)! which you can see more of here and here <3

[dayglow-company]

While Joseph, Miran and Moriko all talked, something... Weird happened. Weirder then usual. There was a glow that came from Joseph. A glow that was connected through a tether that had been connected to him by Qi and the many wonders that it brought by masters of its craft. It snagged him and the other two, and then, like a fishing rod, pulled them roughly to a reality they were not supposed to be in.

They landed roughly in front of great stone walls and a gate with fractal protections and inlaid with images of many kitsune bowing and scraping on the floor in either worship, or in deference.

They were certainly not in Kansas anymore.

The feeling was strange and before either of them could do anything they were yanked away. A normal day now turned upside down as the two barely had time to think before they arrived, and what they saw they couldn't believe.

Moriko and Miran recognized this from stories that they use to be told and read. This was a lot like what they thought ancient human sects might look like. The two were a bit in awe, and a bit ashamed that they were in simple clothing. Though the images did make them feel a little uncomfortable.

"Joseph, we should be careful here. Something powerful has brought us here, and this might be our ancestors afterlife." Miriko said hoping he'd take her caution seriously.

[kindahoping4forever]

Malum having A Moment in Milan

[advertisesouls]

[ @praeteritus-memories || plotted starter! ]

They say that soulmates can sense when their other half is no longer a part of this world.

Perhaps that's why, as she was preparing yet another delicious meal for them (with a special portion of their latest victim mixed in for good measure), all she could feel is a suffocating grip around her heart that causes the plate in her hand to drop and shatter to the floor beneath her and her knees to give out from underneath her. Dread shortly sets in as well, wrapping around her tightly like an unwelcome embrace from her worst enemy. This is something that she hasn't experienced at all, and for all of these emotions to be surging forth at once is completely overwhelming, almost to the point where she can barely even think.

No, this couldn't be it, could it—? Had their luck finally run out...?

What other explanation could there possibly be, though? Alastor hadn't returned home when he said he would, and while she assumed he'd be home soon, it's never been like this.

Hesitantly, and uncaring for the ceramic shards, she crawled over to the nearest window just to glimpse out of it. In the distance, she could see flashes of light peek out from the trees along with the sounds of dogs barking in the distance.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck—

Scrambling back up to her feet, she dashes over to Alastor's gun cabinet to retrieve a shotgun and—

The last thing she remembers is after telling Alastor that she loved him that she'd see his murderers in Hell, then she pulled the trigger, and...

And then there was nothing for a long time. Had she somehow entered the cycle of reincarnation, even with her list of horrific deeds behind her? (That was something she would laugh at, especially since she knew her soul was too far gone already.)

Maybe that's why her head feels like it's been filled with rocks and her body weighed with lead. A single crimson iris opens to a sky painted blood red and that's when both of her eyes shoot open and she sits up, though her weight feels... off somehow. Her back's aching, almost as if it's on fire until she reaches behind her, talons brushing against her feathers and it's then that all too familiar feeling of dread starts to set in again.

Hurriedly getting to her feet, even with stumbling a few times due to needing to get used to the fact that overall weight and physiology has changed considerably, she races over to the nearest reflective surface—a destroyed storefront's glass window to look herself over. What was once long raven hair, round hazel hues, and beige-colored skin has now changed into a deep scarlet overall along with oranges and yellows mixed within, akin to that of the legendary phoenix from the myths she'd hear as a child. Along with that is a set of haunting ruby irises, devoid of pupils.

Just... just what is she? Was this the Hell she knew she was destined for all along?

But then, as much as they teased the other about it, where is Alastor? Is he here, too? Or, if in a cruel twist of fate, was he the one sent to Heaven while she languished in Hell?

The Gods, if she even still believed in them at this point, would be that cruel to do that.

Though, it's not like she can ruminate any further on that as she can hear the sound of something behind her, which causes her to clumsily grab at a snapped pole, itself clattering to the ground beneath her as she's not used to her talons quite yet.

Well, shit. Maybe she can run—? (Oh, and make herself look like a fool in the process, too, what with needing to support herself against the wall right now.)

Either way, whatever kind of hell this was, she could still fight to live another day, and as she pushes off the wall, she nearly trips over her own feet before trying to run to whatever resembled safety.

...That is if there is any safety to be had in a place like this.

[luluy33art]

idea it like the CSC idea, but instead of waking up in her body, she wakes up in the body of R!Chloe.

Omg THE crossover fr

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[beanswrites]

Who I Should've Been

ya'll the idea for this popped into my head as i was writting the first chapter of my Peter B. Parker fic (soon on ao3!!) and i just had to do it immediately

i know it's just like a drabble but lmk if you want a whole, one-shot version, i think this has some VERY GOOD angst, second-chance romance potential

also brace yourself this is ANGST angst, i know there's no like major death or anything but it still HURTS😭😭😭

pairings: Peter B. Parker (from Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse) x fem! reader

tags: angst, regret, hurt/no comfort, kind of a cliff-hanger??

summary: Peter is your ex-boyfriend, which you broke up with because he never put in much effort into your relationship. Seven months later, you find Spiderman on your rooftop after one of his patrols.

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It was a cold night in NYC, usual for November. You had just gotten off from work and were in a desparate need for some fresh air, so you made way to your building's rooftop.

It wasn't particularly nice - nothing that would get people to come regularly. Especially you. This place was your secret place with Peter, that jerk of you ex who didn't bother once to call and ask you how you've been in the last seven months. Seven fucking months since you got in a fight and broke up, and he never even asked you how you've been.

Yet, it seemed like the only option, so tonight, it wouldn't matter. He wouldn't matter.

There was another figure out there - one of your neighbors, you assumed, sitting on the edge of the rooftop with his head in his hands, looking over at the city lights.

Wait, was the figure... Wearing a mask?

"Oh, Mr. Spiderman, hello! What.. are you doing here? Any villains? Oh, god- Should I leave?"

Spiderman seemed equally as surprised and starstruck to see you as you did him.

"No, uh, no! Just, on patrol.."

You didn't believe a word he said. You knew very well how to spot a man in despair - and he looked like one.

"Could I.. sit here?"

"Sure."

You sat next to him, wallowing in the beauty of the many lights. The silence between you two was uncomfortable, since it was obvious he had something weighing heavy on his mind.

"Are.. Are you okay?" You ask, unsure whether you should try and pride in.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm.. I'm gonna be okay."

"You don't look fine to me..."

Spiderman bit the inside of his cheek, like he was struggling to say whathever was wrong.

"I, just... Going through a break up"

"Yikes. Bad one?"

"Yeah. Pretty bad."

"Me too. I know it sucks, but it'll get better over time"

He chuckles sarcastically, shaking his head. If only you knew...

"No, not really. Not for me, at least"

"Aww, come on! It will get better, it always does-"

He cut you off sharply, a stern look in him.

"No, it never does. Not when you fucked up as bad as I did. Not when... Shit, not when you lose as much as I did."

An uncomfortable silence reigned. You felt bad for him, but in the end, you could relate. You, too, were trying to heal from a break up that broke you.

"You love her?"

He looks at you. His eyes are covered by the mask and yet, you feel how he's looking at you: full of regret and sadness.

"More than anything... But I fucked up. She won't take me back."

You nodded, your gaze returning to the city skyline.

"What about you..? You miss him?"

Please say yes. Please say you've been a wreck without me like I've been without you.

"Well, it's... Complicated. He was the greatest love I've ever known but.. He just wasn't there for me. Ever. And it eventually got too much for me. His abscense, his lack of attention, everything. It's been a long time, and I think I moved on pretty good. But.. But I still miss him sometimes."

Spiderman smirks.

"He must be an idiot"

You chuckle sweetly, enjoying your time with the superhero.

"Yeah, I guess he kinda was. It's one of the things I loved most about him"

He smiles sadly, suddenly getting up.

"I should go now, got some bad guys to catch. You take care of yourself, alright?"

All you could do was nod before he swung from your building onto another, and then another, and then another....

Maybe it was just your imagination, but the sound of Spiderman's voice sounded awfully comforting. Awfully familiar.

that's all for this one (or is it???)!! thank you sm for reading, follow for more! and lmk if this should be a one shot!! <33

[mithosofcruxis]

Mithos knew his choice of words would have some sort of effect, but didn't realize that it would cause such a funny reaction. He was so shocked it reminded Mithos of the days with the real Martel still walked around and he'd poke at his brother-in-law. Martel would scold him and Kratos would give him a look.

Those were the days. Days that were behind them and long gone. But now they had new days. Days where maybe they could allow themselves some sunlight to make up for the shadows they cast on themselves.

Mithos picked up the device as Yuan nudged it with his foot. "Look, doing anything resembling bonding with you is like having to take a laser shot to the intestines. But we need this." Mithos left it unsaid that he wanted to go closer to the Tree. He didn't know how Yuan would react otherwise.

[ @mithosofcruxis​ continued from here ]

“Sight-sightseeing?” Yuan spluttered.

He dropped the tool in his hand. It clattered onto the table and rolled away. A moment later, there was a louder clatter as it hit the floor and rolled further away. 

“Sightseeing, Mithos?” He shook his head, releasing a little breathless laugh as he felt around the floor with his foot in the hopes of feeling the fallen item and retrieving it now before he’d stand on it unwittingly later.

“I’ve got all the sights I can see right here, thanks.”

His toe touched something solid, nudging it further away and he resisted the urge to curse.

“If you want to let the light in, open a curtain if they’re not already open.”

[reyofluke-ocs]

OCs DESERVE BETTER -> Jackson & Daniel "Danny" Prescott (The Walking Dead) Danny FC: Walker Scobell Jackson FC: Daniel Sharman

"My little brother is the ONLY good thing in my life." * "He basically raised me."

Jackson and Danny grew up with parents who could have cared less about their two children, especially after their father up and left when Danny was barely two years old. Jackson primarily raised his younger brother, sometimes being driven to do extreme things to get money - things that eventually catch up and land him in juvie, where he is assigned King County Sheriff Department Officer Peyton Myers as his parole officer. Having had bad experiences with law enforcement, he is expecting her to be like everyone else - only for her to surprise him by caring. Enough that he opens up about why he seems to be in and out of juvie - it's all for the sake of his younger brother. When an ex-boyfriend of their mother's shows up and gets violent, Jackson grabs Danny and runs to Peyton's, knowing with his record he'll be the first suspect if things take a turn of the worst and not trusting the justice system, he goes to the one person he thinks he can trust.

Instead of Peyton, however, the brothers end up at her neighbor Nico Sanchez's house, who is visibly confused and concerned but still invites them in and calls Peyton, who immediately calls dispatch to the Prescott trailer. And Jackson's worst fears are confirmed: the boyfriend got too violent and police immediately think Jackson did it. But with Peyton and - to his surprise - another King County Deputy on his side, the investigation turns to the ex-boyfriend. Knowing that even though he's 18 and the only blood family Danny has left that the court will never give him custody, he begins to put a plan into place where Peyton or even Nico could adopt Danny while he gets his life together.

Knowing he did what he could and that Danny was under temperary guardianship of Peyton, Jackson takes a job in Atlanta that will also pay for room and board... just in time for the dead to rise up. Frantic, he tries to get back to Danny, but finds both the Myers and Sanchez home are empty. Jackson just survives, hoping to one day reunite the Danny... until he gets found and later recruited by a group calling themselves 'the Saviors' and their leader, Negan.

As for Danny, since Peyton wasn't home, he ran to Nico's house, where the man grabbed him and ran, the two protecting and looking out for each other until they found sanctuary in a small community called 'Woodbury' that seems to be a utopia to the hellhole the world has become. Still, he knows Nico doesn't trust the place, though he also knows the man only stays for Danny... and that the man is ready to once again grab Danny and run.

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[j-cloud-in-seventh-heaven]

you're telling me this kombat is mortal?

[mithosofcruxis]

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

Mithos pulled the blade from the stomach of the Sylvaranti Liberation front solider he’d just run through. It was the fourth on this week. One would think that after the rejoining of the worlds that all of this liberation business would have died, but no. The Seraphim were not made for peace.

“I’m growing, Yuan,” he said with a scrunch of his nose, “Just like Martel wants me to. You’re just lucky I’m protecting your geriatric butt as an addendum.”

[blighted-lights]

all i have today is a humble offering of baby ravage 🤲 enjoy

[akkivee]

so on the vein of get busy being mostly a song by kuukou, i remember when ichiro’s perfume dropped, people were saying it smelled surprisingly sweet

and then that second verse, as promiscuous as it’s reading lmao, is telling a story of having fun pushing the very best out of each other as they walk side by side thinking this is their future but it suddenly ends in pain and in this essay i will be explaining that this is song containing a lot of kuukou’s feelings towards ichiro—

[advertisesouls]

�� - Alastor >:3c

Send 😨 to find my muse badly wounded // accepting!!

Another year, another extermination.

These were already pretty commonplace for the both of them, yet were they really necessary? Xifeng doesn't think so, especially with how greedy her fellow demons could be when it came to killing their own to add to their own power through collecting their souls. Alastor and her are certainly guilty as charged for doing just that, but could anyone really blame them for seizing an opportunity that's just right there?

Besides, it's not like this time, they'd have any issues with this extermination this year considering just how strong the both of them have gotten since arriving to Hell thanks to devouring the souls from the former Overlords who once reigned over this damned place.

As Alastor is slinging spell after spell as well as his tentacles crushing the Exorcist's attempts to injure him, Xifeng's taken to the skies in her true form and is effortlessly weaving through his tentacles along with launching superheated fireballs from her mouth directly so as to incinerate the Exorcist's wings to make it easier for her beloved partner to hit them.

Everything is going just like it normally does during these inane population control measures — so much so that Xifeng believes that they'll get away with this scot-free and be able to celebrate for surviving another extermination — until the phoenix demon notices while flying around that a group of Exorcists are gunning for Alastor's blind spot with their angelic spears all aimed for him.

"No... No, not again...!"

This was supposed to be their second chance, their second life to get it right and live——! They were going to live—!

Kicking off an already destroyed building to gain speed, she soon becomes naught but a streak of crimson and obsidian in the sky as she's silently hoping that she's going to make it there to protect him in time. She isn't going to lose him again. She couldn't lose him again, not when things are finally going their way down here!

The Exorcists give the command to launch the spears and—

"ALASTOR!"

And, well, nothing.

At least for Alastor, that is.

For Xifeng? She's caught several of the spears in her wings along with suffering quite the nasty slash across her torso that went down the span of her breast and her entire abdomen until it finally ended at her hip, causing quite a large portion of blood to pour out of her chest as she's sent flying into the rubble from the sheer impact of the blow she took to protect the one that meant the world to her. There's absolutely nothing that comes from her except unsettling silence as her clothes are torn as well as her own blood spurting out of her wounds seemingly everywhere.

Surely, this isn't it, is it...?

[dayglow-company]

Vivienne has a sly smirk on her face. She knew Bellum didn't go for most girls. Just special exceptions. But she also understood that dealing with another's confession was rough. "Should probably just ignore it."

[oppositewilmon]

soooo who's gonna take one for the team and write the multi-chaptered AU fic where simon doesn't stop the car