#; it isn't in my blood ( self )

[liauditore]

Equally Invalid

[orb-weaving]

Summer child, your uses have always had their limits.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumpuary Day 17

Whumpuary Masterpost

Prompts List

Prompts: drugged | "i'm glad you're alive" | revenge

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 700

Tag List: (message me to be added or removed) @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

WIP Wednesday Peeps: @zyrafowe-sny @auburnlaughter @kidsomeday @catboy-jupiter @laneboyheathens

@aparticularbandit @violet-prism-creatively

CW: stealth, knife, swearing, blood, injury, black eye, bridal carry

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Killian was never as good at entering the dream world as Jas was. It was the case on Somnia, and it remained the case on every world they visited. He didn’t mind as much, he preferred being in control of his physical body anyway.

But in situations like this, he wished he could pass through walls as easily as in the dream.

Marcus led the way to the prison cells, one floor below. He muttered under his breath, peering around each corner. Whether he was talking to himself, praying, or just swearing was left to interpretation, but whatever Jas was doing seemed to be working, as they didn’t encounter any guards.

The occasional far-off yelling and running echoing off the walls, yes, but no actual, physical guards.

“I don’t like this…” Marcus hissed as they descended the stairs. “This is too easy.”

Killian’s grip tightened on the knife. “She’s good at what she does.”

“And what is that?”

Killian shrugged. “If there’s any method that Jas is consistent with, it’s that she likes to be inconsistent. I can guess, but I don’t know for certain. Let’s just say that the dream is very weird when it comes to physics.”

Marcus muttered something under his breath, but they reached the bottom of the stairs before Killian could ask for clarification. The detective peered cautiously into the hallway at the bottom of the stairs

Killian kept a careful eye on the stairwell as they moved past cell after cell. Most were open and empty. Others were closed, but he couldn’t tell at a glance if they were occupied.

Finally, Marcus stopped outside a closed cell door, right before the hallway made a sharp right turn out of sight. “Watch that corner,” he ordered, crouching before the door and narrowing his eyes at the lock. Killian obeyed, moving to stand where he could watch around the corner.

“They changed the damn locks,” Marcus muttered, “of course they fucking did.”

Killian raised his eyebrows, eyes darting between the detective and the other hallway as Marcus gently pressed the palm of his hand to the lock. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, without warning, the metal beneath his palm glowed a bright red, and he yanked his hand away right as the lock melted into molten slag, running down the door like wax.

“Could you always do that?” Killian asked when Marcus reached for the handle.

“Why else would the First Flame seek me out?” With those words, he pushed open the door, looked inside the cell, and immediately swore.

Killian inhaled slowly before moving to stand next to him. He suspected something like this, but how he wished he had been wrong. Jas lay unconscious on her back in the middle of the cell, though by the way her body was positioned, she clearly had been left there and not moved since.

The first thing he noticed was the blood. Dripping from a cut on her right temple, saturating her shirt from a dozen rips in the fabric and likely injuries he couldn’t see. Her left shoulder was possibly dislocated, and the skin around her left eye was red and swollen.

But her chest moved, she breathed shallowly, but still, she breathed.

Killian held the knife out to Marcus, who hesitantly took it, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other as Killian entered the cell. He hissed through his teeth as he knelt, trying to find the best way to handle her without disturbing her injuries.

“Fuck…” he muttered, “this is gonna hurt.” The first thing he did was drape her arms over her abdomen, in the hopes that the movement wouldn’t jar her shoulder. Being in the dream dulled most of the senses, but he knew she was aware of her injuries. Best he made this quick. Arms positioned properly, he quickly scooped her up, her neck supported in the crook of one arm and her legs by the other.

He slowly rose. “Glad you’re still alive,” he whispered. She couldn’t hear him. But he didn’t care. Killian glanced back at Marcus. “Let’s get out of here. Quickly.”

[theotherhappyplace]

it's midnight and the costume ball is over, but oh it seems my mask is so very stuck!

[k-liight]

I haven't been drawing much of anything in a hot minute, but @michi-kurosawa created an Inktober prompt list- so I picked up my ink pens for the first time in eons and got to work BGKDBJN

[jichanxo]

call to a witch song

[shirogane-oushirou]

Out-of-Control

* . ⊹ a villain!ren moodboard

💜 🩷 💜 🩷 🧬 🩷 💜 🩷 💜 * . ⊹ div

so like... there's this guy infected with a hivemind organism... smile... twirls hair twirls hair...

so much of v!ren's aesthetic is just Villains Hot... this was all doc!ren initially, when i first dreamed him up almost a year ago, but the dream had a couple of "plot holes" that i wanted to fix. and before i knew it, i had a complete story with Themes and Motifs in place of "hehe supernatural eye glow hehe evil laughter hehe weird creature goo" :( so obviously i had to bring it all back as an AU and silence the part of me that needs everything to make total sense. 👏🏻✨

he's also VERY much my exploration of some of the symptoms of my various illnesses. he was even a parasitologist in the original dream, and i thought that was a little too on-the-nose so i changed it KJSNDFKJN ;;;

[spanishyumejoshi]

Nickname for rayman: rayray

Nickname for ramon: sexy edgy boyfriend rara

[fuckmeintheassandplsjustshootme]

New blades are great, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the ache that comes after cutting with a dull blade

[agayconcept]

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[articskele]

ROM MY FRIEND ROM :D

[redlyriumidol]

Mad respect to fade hawke-leavers but that could never be me 😔🫡 I'm simply too weak to do a thing like that to my beloved Isabela and Varric....I simply do not have faith that whoever you leave behind will ever return like they were pretty clear about the fact that they'd probably die and it's been 10 yrs... I left Alistair too, sorry to him as well very sad etc but I don't regret it at all lol

[gentlethorns]

you know what? i'm gonna say it. i miss being seventeen. not for the "glory days," bc they weren't, by a country mile lol. if i had glory days i'd say they were in 2020. but i miss the electricity, the constant undercurrent of euphoria and deep plunging black. i miss the fight i had. i was literally known for being scrappy. i was self-destructive and coping poorly, but goddamn if i didn't burn bright and long. it took me until my twenties to finally start to fizzle out. does the candle with its wax melted down to the base of its glass cage miss when the wick was lit?

[songsofbloodandwater]

"We generally perceive time as a linear construct—it moves in one direction — forward. Perhaps though, the spirits of the Otherworld, being free of other mortal laws might also find themselves free from the forward movement of time. This means they could, in theory, see past or future events at will."

—Death's Head: Animal Skulls in Witchcraft & Spirit Work (2022) by Blake Malliway

[roseoflavender]

Yumetober 2024 - Day 16: Innocence

"There's blood on my hands like the blood in you

Some things can't be treated so don't make me be myself around you"

There's so much symbolism here

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Thought about making a ghost town au jason design but kinda bluescreened when I realized he wouldn't be a doll tbh