#; says the girl who raids tombs.

[long-lost-mcguffin]

Pull of The Tides: my silly ninjago pirate au

idek where to start so.

A little after Morro runs away from Wu, he starts looking for the First Spinjitsu Master's tomb. Obviously not getting much luck, he finds a harbor town, and a strange demon woman who promises to help him exact his revenge on destiny. Resuming his search for the FSM's tomb, he turns to the seas after hearing rumors the tomb is at the bottom of the ocean, and starts a small but strong group of pirates on a stolen boat.

A few years later, he raids a village through it's rivers for rice and money, and finds a blacksmith shop with a small boy challenging him with a crude sword. His smaller sister stands behind him, yelling at him to get out.

Instead of fighting them, Morro takes them with his crew and raises them like siblings, learning they have elemental powers like him: the girl controlling water, and the boy controlling fire. Immediately Morro begins training them in combat and helping them control their powers, both so that they can be of use to him and so they don't sink his ship. The girl, being named Nya 'Waterwalker' Jiang, and the boy named Kai 'Flint' Jiang.

About 10 years go by, and Wu becomes very confused to find an empty blacksmith's shop, one that looks like it's empty for quite some time. Asking nearby neighbors gets him dead ends and more confusion, so he goes back to the monastery empty handed and continues training his own students, Jay, Cole and Zane.

However, when they get an emergency letter from a coastal village asking for defense from pirates with elemental powers, things start to click. Wu finds a familiar face on the captain draped in green commanding wind, and two others who bear a striking resemblance to his missing friends, Ray and Maya.

Wu tells his former student that whatever he's looking for, he'll have to go through him and his students. Captain Morro informs him that his quest for his father's tomb has been abandoned, and his crew is now looking for something- or someone- more powerful: the green ninja.

It becomes a race against each other to find whoever and wherever this green ninja is, with Morro somehow ending up with another kid who says he's the son of Lord Garmadon himself. He's a brat. Morro's not too sure why he's still on the ship.

feel free to send asks about this au!!

PT skins of kai, morro, and nya under the cut :3

[eorzeanflowers]

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

(( A fun one! Ty Rayn <3))

There is always a catalyst for when I make a new character. Some drive, or some impetus. I'll try to remember the main catalyst for each character of mine, let's start from the top!

The Lily - Lily was inspired by Kugane at large and Historical Japanese Fiction. I had already long shifted to Au Ra at the beginning of HW, but when I dipped my toes in the water of RP during the Stormblood lulls, i settled on the exiled Shinobi background, wanting to not make a WoL.

The Azalea - Archie's main inspiration is and will always be, the Tenth Doctor. Its my favorite few seasons of New Who and I wanted an old character that was reborn multiple times. Hence my looks at Dr. Who. XD

The Rose - Benoit is not actually my creation! He is my wife's first and foremost, but she let me play him as her first mate. He's mine now though. :3 General pirate things are his inspiration.

The Sunflower - A'tyla was my thoughts on if a Hyur was raised by Miqo'te. That's it. XD She's long grown past that.

The Gardenia - Yasha is inspired by none other than her namesake, Yasha Nydoorin of the Might Nein. The sapphic nature, falling for a punchy punch girl, her quieter nature with some silly jokes. Yasha was actually a run off of when I made Tatiava. I wanted a Garlean character and couldn't decide between Highlander or Midlander, so I said, Por que no los dos?

The Snapdragon - Tatiava was a direct response to people making villainous Garlean characters. I wanted a double agent who could dip in both crowds. Did I ever actually get a chance? NOPE. XD It is what it is.

The Dahlia - Lhei was made from what little we knew of Old Sharlayan at the time of her creation, late shadowbringers. I was just getting back into RP again after losing the drive in late Stormblood.

The Strelitzia - Beatrice is from my dnd game! A character I've got the chance to properly play. I think when I made her I just needed the sapphic goodness of her and her partner. T.T Speaking of...

The Tulip - Mai is also from my dnd game! Mai was an npc my players got real attached to and well, she evolved from there. She's always been mute tho.

The Triteleia - Myste just formed fully into my consciousness one day and well, there he is! He is inspired by Dynamis and its crazy applications tho.

The Gladiolus - Jana is near and dear to my heart. I wanted to revisit an old echo idea I had for Lily that had got cut late in her development. And I ran with it. Now Jana is my weird future child that doesn't care about where she is from.

The Linnaeas - Pola and Deta are the easiest to spot the inspiration. They are based off of Popola and Devola from the Nier Francise. Specifically the Automata ones. Later they've been heavily influenced by Ianthe and Coronabeth of the Locked Tomb series.

The Hyacinth - Eulanne is inspired by the Dark Urge of Baldur's Gate 3. I just wanted to remake my sorta good guy Durge (i raided the grove my darling Minthara in that run, but she's been trying to do better since!) and I thought it would be cool to tie it to Reaper/Voidsent lore.

The Amaryllis - Marisol was spawned from the Viper reveals at the first DT fanfest. Nothing more influenced her original development.

The Lewisia - Glifet is anther Dr. Who inspired character, this time based off of a Cyberman. A what if you could say, a rehabilitated Cyberman.

The Iris - Lucca is just Lucca from Chrono Trigger with a bisexual streak. Chronic inventor, not much works right the first few times. Super smart. Those glasses.

The Aconite - Tista-Moa came to me in a work haze. I just had the idea, i wrote down what i thought about her and her very strange journey, came home and made her! I don't have enough villains to scratch that itch so she was a delight to make.

The Dicentra - Cissnei came about cause I am/was interested in playing as a Zenos-like character. Cissnei has evolved past that by now, but that is her start! I got so attached to her I finished the EW story in a single weekend with her. XD

That's all my debuted flowers... now for the few undebuted ones.

The Celosia - Sarel is my main dnd PC right now, and I saw the Celosia flower at the local green house and I wanted to make a character based on it. So I ported her over (somewhat, she is more different than the other dnd based ones) and she has been patiently waiting for months to be debuted. One day I'll that up. XD

The Nerine - Hinoka is Lily's rival from waaaaay back. I just felt like putting a name and face to the standin I had been using for Lily's story. Oh, and a nerine is a Spider Lily. :3

The Jasmine - Kokolai came about because I wanted an RP character to manage my submarines for me. He's just a merchant that loves his surrogate daughter. ^_^

The Protea - Tanzanite is a direct response to Solution 9 and its inhabitants. How fun it would be to have a scientist from there. She also just spawned from me messing with hair on Lily's fromer lady. >.>;

The Snowdrop - Agate just willed themself into existance. Also inspired by the DT story, they were the product of me sitting down to make a Sol 9 character and failing, making a Yyasulani native the wished to return to the sunlit world.

The Belladonna - Jane is, with no shame, directly inspired by Jane Doe of Zenless Zone Zero. That character has me by the throat. XD Add in a mix of Agent 47 and you get my Jane!

And that's everyone! A bit long, but I was on a roll if I'm being honest.

[rigelmejo]

Things Read 2023

I thought it'd be kind of fun to do a little collage of some of the things read in 2023. Because pictures entice and maybe one of these will look interesting to you, and maybe I'll just feel slightly more motivated the next time I try to read something.

First row: Easiest novels to read, I highly recommend if you're a beginner. 秃秃大王, 大林和小林, and 笑猫日记 (any book in this series).

Second row: also fairly easy, though maybe not for total beginners? (Unless you want). 小王子 (which was the first non-graded reader novel I read in chinese, and in retrospect I wish I'd started with the books above instead... but this was still readable as a beginner, I read it in paper form to stop myself from looking words up and it was still a doable read), 盗墓笔记重启 （幽默漫画）a very cute domestic side stories for dmbj set during chongqi, extremely easy to read if you know the character names. 他们的故事/Their Story by Tan Jiu, a cute slice of life girls falling in love story, it's setting makes it quite easy to read.

Third row: manhua that are a bit harder, but still probably very readable if you're not looking to work hard and sink into a novel. 19天, bl and funny af, set in school so common vocab but the jokes land better as u understand more, I also love the art. 破云  1 and 2, they're kind of hard to read in that this manhua has a page just for niche word definitions in the front, but it's easier to read than the novel it's based on. I thought it was a fun way to enjoy the story while I waded much more slowly through the novel version. Similarly, I've been reading the 烈火浇愁 manhua (not pictured) on and off since I can get further in the manhua than the novel before running out of steam. There's a lot of manhua on the Bilibili Comics app, and that's definitely an option if you're into manhua too if you like a novel premise but aren't quite ready to tackle the novel (or want to check out the manhua too). Also, sometimes on bilibili.com you can find videos of manhua with voice acting and music, which can be nice.

Fourth row: some novels I'm still in progress with lol. I read 盗墓笔记 books 1, 2, and half of 3 in 2023. I'm continuing along, and maybe eventually I'll get to sha hai. If you plan to read/watch more in the tomb raiding or supernatural genre anyway, I highly recommend reading. dmbj is not that hard to read, new words usually pop up early and then are repeated enough that you learn them within a few chapters, which makes the following chapters easier and easier. By the time I was through book 1, I switched from looking up unknown words to looking up no words and just guessing from context and it went fine. npss also writes in an easy style to read once you get used to a few wordings/slang. A lot of the words I learned from dmbj were helpful with other supernatural genre stuff I read, since I like to read that kind of stuff. 撒野, both harder than I thought it'd be and easier. It is very doable of a read as far as following the main idea of the plot, after you've read a few other novels (like row 1) or gotten comfortable with daily life words. It does some beautiful stuff though with the writing style, and detail, that's more noticeable upon re-reads. I've restarted this novel like 4 times because each time I picked it up again my reading skill had improved, and the writing felt different upon reading. If you can watch chinese shows with chinese subtitles you can read this without looking words up, but if you do encounter unknown words this was a novel I found the unknown words were frequently useful and worth learning. I'd say it's very approachable, it's just the chapters are quite long so it's always a painful reminder of how slow my reading speed is. It's about two teenage guys who meet and fall for each other, and it's also about their families and personal struggles and very character focused which I love. After this novel, I plan to check out the other novels by this author. And of course, still, 镇魂. Look, I keep reading the whole first arc, then taking a break, then re-reading the whole first arc. I need to stop being a perfectionist about understanding and catching every detail, and just move forward. I've read my print version about 2 times to the end of the sundial arc, and the web version about 2 times. I've yet again reached the end of the sundial arc as of December 2023, and hopefully I just move forward at this point. I wont say it's an 'easy' read, but I will say I picked up so much of my initial reading vocabulary from this and Tian Ya Ke, that priest's preferred writing vocabulary and particular way of phrasing sentences is more familiar to me than any other author's. So now I have a much easier time reading priest's other novels. And in the case of Zhen Hun, I know 98% of the words more or less on any given page. So yes, it's a bit silly I keep combing over to try and understand more details. (In my defense, I've been combing over the AUDIO my last read through, to try and get my listening vocabulary comprehension closer to my reading vocabulary level - I figured it was a good novel to do this with since I know nearly every word reading-wise in the sundial arc at this point). Anyway... when will I finish reading Zhen hun? Ask me when the last official english translation book is published. Because I'm waiting to read the english until I finish it in chinese first. So no doubt when the english is totally out I'll probably rush through anything I didn't finish so it's easier for me to compare. (You'd think I'd do that for Sha Po Lang and... lol you're not wrong... that's why I haven't started reading SPLs official english translation yet... I want to dig out my chinese print book and compare). Tldr: Zhen hun is one of the easier priest books to start with, all things considered. Or Tian Ya Ke. I started with both, and they're still easier reads to me than Dage and Sha Po Lang and Can Ci Pin.

Special mention:

I also read 2 pingxie fanfictions, 半夜衣寒 and 寒舍 by 夏灬安兰. The first story is shorter by far, both are around as easy to read as dmbj or a bit easier, and they're supernatural au in everyday life so a lot of the words are applicable to either the real world, or to books in genres like dmbj.

I also read/watched many a voice-acted manhua video on bilibili over the last year. Bilibili algorithm recommends me tons of bl, and supernatural mystery stuff, so I'd click on manhua compilation videos when bored and use the voice acting speed to get myself to read faster than I would if I were just reading the manhua in silence. I found a pretty cool horror manhua, but upon making this post I checked bilibili and the compilation I saved was deleted. If I find it again I'll post a link. It was a college student who just moved to the city, and he meets this ancient guy who may be a demon/guardian sort of thing, and the city is just full of haunting and awful deaths and misfortune going on. It was both scary and full of comedy, which was fun.

[dilf-din]

Tomb of Silence

Title inspired by the Great War by Miss Taylor Swift

That was the night I nearly lost you. I really thought I lost you. We can plant a memory garden, say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair. There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair. And we will never go back.

Fandom— The Last of Us

Characters— Joel & Ellie

Summary— set post episode 8, slight spoilers but no explicit mention of what happened. Fluff, after care, Joel being the dad he never stopped being. Them!!!

Word count— 950

Note— This is my first ever fic, blurb, whatever you want to call it so please give feedback! Good, bad, constructive, I’ll take it all. I just needed a tender moment with them after getting my heart stomped on last night.

They hobbled together for what seemed like hours. Leaning into one another, bracing when the wind kicked up. Ellie just wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. Her gaze hazy, too afraid to focus on any one thing lest it all came rushing back. Joel didn’t push her to talk, just whispering the occasional instructions. “Careful, it’s steep,” “Watch out for that root,” “Turn here.” Faithfully he wove them through woods behind neighborhoods until the sun started to sink in the sky. He began scouting to find a place to settle, and he wasn’t necessarily worried about those people coming after them. He shuddered at the thought of the bodies he saw hanging. Silently thanked whatever deity might be listening that she made it out, she was here in his arms.

He knew they needed to head East to reach Salt Lake City, they had probably covered a few miles on their wordless trek. He would go out in the morning to get his bearings and cross reference the street they had just passed over with the map. He noticed a sort of path leading into the woods, the thick pines overhead obscuring the snowfall so he turned to lead the girl into the woods once more, feeling that would be safer than a main road. Hoping for a cave or, holy shit a cabin.

“Look,” he whispered down to Ellie who lifted her gaze and nodded at the sight.

They trudged together the last hundred yards. No lights, smoke, tracks, nothing to indicate they had company. Joel sat her down on the steps, his jacket still around her shoulders.

“I’ll be right back,” he assured slinging the rifle off of his shoulder before going in to look around.

Thirty minutes later they were sitting in front of a roaring fire. Joel had used what was left of his strength to push the small couch in the living area closer to it so they could share the warmth. This place, of course, had been raided. The cabinets almost bare, but he found some towels and blankets. There was a small shed out back with a stable where he found some leftover oats and decided some stale oatmeal would be better than nothing. A small kettle creaked as it hung from the hook in the fire place heating up some snow, slowly swaying over the large flames. He dipped a rag into another bucket of water he had thawed and said, “Lets get you cleaned up darling.”

Ellie stared into the fire looking more haunted than he ever would have hoped. Joel placed a tentative hand on her shoulder causing her to jump. “It’s just me, it’s me,” he said softly, the terror in her eyes melting as they settled on his face. She closed her eyes as he leaned forward with the rag to clean the blood off her face, some hers, a lot of it, well. She sucked in a breath as he dabbed over her busted lip.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said gently, “Almost done.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, a tear slipping out of her closed eyes.

“You can cry baby,” he said drawing her head into his chest, arms wrapped firmly around her. He pressed a kiss into her matted hair while her body shook with the sobs she had been holding in. She leaned against him limply as if she had no fight left in her. “I’m so sorr-“ he started.

“Don’t,” she said sharply, finitely. “Don’t blame yourself Joel or I swear to God,” she said through sniffles straightening up to face him. “You almost died,” she reminded him.

“So did you,” he whispered back, pain painting his face, almost leaking out of his eyes.

“We’re safe now,” she said firmly, “We’re okay as long as we’re together.”

A small smile crept up the corner of his mouth. “I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again, I’m sleeping with my eyes open,” he said with a hand on her cheek. She allowed her own to rise and meet his squeezing it. They weren’t good at talking about their feelings, but the love in their eyes was evident to the other.

He pulled a clean sweater off the back of the couch and offered it to Ellie, “Here, so you can get rid of, that,” he said gesturing to the blood soaked sweatshirt she still had on.

She held up the light grey one he was offering her and took in words embroidered across the chest.

“It’s a grandma thing!” she laughed incredulously, loudly. He thought he might never hear that sound again.

“It was the only thing left upstairs,” he said through a chuckle.

She peeled off her top layer and threw it into the blaze, watching the fire consume at least part of her memory of the day. She pulled it on quickly, “How do I look?” she asked proudly, flashing a grin. “We’re quite a pair huh? Grandpa and grandma!” she laughed hitting his arm and he rolled his eyes instinctively, no longer able to hide the smile she brought to his face, his heart, his life. “Too bad there wasn’t a matching one,” she continued, “Maybe I’ll learn how to knit back in Jackson and make you one,” she grinned stretching her stiff fingers out towards the fire.

“There wasn’t one that said smart mouthed daughter or I would’ve picked that one instead,” he shot back, carefully dumping some oats into the hot water. He never turned to see her smile, but he could feel it burning brighter than the flames in front of him.

[fancylala4]

Watching the tomb raider “anime” right now:

Again with the inconsistency in the story. We have Lara being cocky and witty way before the events of the first game happened. She was never like that at all in that game nor was she like that in the other two games in the trilogy. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that she’s starting to feel like Lara again. But I wish it didn’t go against her personality in the trilogy.

I love lara’s outfit. Maybe her fashion sense isn’t as tragic as before.

I also liked the way she looks in the show. She looks so hot. I’m also glad she has a tan in the show

Lara has no issues with killing an animal in this show yet she cried when she had to kill a deer to survive? Sure, the animal was trying to kill her but she still should be shaken up by killing a living thing. Other characters who were in similar situations as Lara felt remorse for their actions. But Lara didn’t? Plus, didn’t the reboot imply that it was her first time killing an animal?

Nice to see Roth, Lara’s real dad, again. He was done so dirty in the trilogy.

Ugh, again with the daddy crap. It’s gotten so old and annoying. Can Lara do something on her own that isn’t connected to her fucking dad? I swear the writers wanted Lara’s daddy to be the real main character of the series.

So those guys who were chasing Roth and Lara were protecting the ruins from being raided? But of course they are shown as the bad guys because they didn’t want white people stealing more of their stuff.

again with the inconsistency. In the first game, Lara was freaking out because she sees people breaking killed right before her eyes. But in the series, she sees the dead body of the guy Roth killed. Meaning it makes no sense for Lara to act like it was her first time seeing a dead body in the game. Did the writers even played the trilogy? I’m not even 10 minutes into the episode and it’s already a huge mess.

Three years later and Lara is still getting her ass beat.

Ugh, Jonah.

Why does Lara care that Roth is dead? She didn’t give a fuck about his death in rise and in shadow. Never once mentioned him at any point in the series but now she does?

Also, the whole trilogy happened in three years? That makes no sense at all. Again, did the writers even played trilogy or at least skimmed the wiki?

Why are the writers acting like the rise and shadow didn’t happen? They keep on throwing all these references to the first game like Roth death and being stuck on the island when that was so long ago. If anything, she should be still upset or traumatized by causing an event that killed millions in Latin America. Even then it wouldn’t have made sense because she was fine at the end of shadow.

They really threw in zip in the series with no introduction or explanation…

Lara was supposed to be living in her house by now with a butler but now she’s not? Where the butler?

She is really going to burn her thing because she saw some women do it in Latin America? Even the thing her dad stole from countries.

Oh so now they are going to mention Sam after ignoring her for two game. Even then, it still makes no sense. Didn’t they say in rise that Sam didn’t want nothing to do her Lara anymore? Why would she come see Lara in her house?

Wow, more crying and Lara feeling bad for herself. Because this was so great for the past ten years…

Ugly dress with ugly ass shoes. I guess being fashionable is sexist. Also, could Lara just wear flats or something? But if she did, she wouldn’t be quirky and not like other girls then..

At least zip knows how to dress up. He looks so good in that suit.

Instead of giving away the shit her dad and Roth stole back to the country they are originally from, she’s going to give it to other white people.

Ok that guy with the scars is smoking hot.

Is it just me or does anyone hate the way zip talks and his dialogue? It’s like the script writers were white/nonblack and wanted zip to sound like a stereotype.

The action scenes were pretty cool and fun to watch. It gives LAU vibes.

Lara personality is so inconsistent. Sometimes she acts like her reboot self ( crying and being mopey) and other times she acts like the LAU version (witty and confident). It’s so weird.

I know that hot guy with the scars would steal her stuff.

Going to follow daddy footsteps again..

It’s weird. Zip just got introduced and I don’t find him as nearly as annoying as Jonah.

Thank goodness Lara is leaving without Jonah by her side. She’s finally doing things on her own.

Again with that stupid island. She been on multiple adventures already and caused millions to die in the last game! That island is not the worst thing Lara has been through.

That green box reminds me of a past tomb raider game but I can’t remember which one.

I forgot to mention it but I love Lara’s new voice actress. Though it is kind of weird how they replaced the main voice actress but kept the rest of the voice actors the same.

[shelbswastaken]

For real though, imagine being a black eagle and witnessing that. You've just found out that the mysterious knight raiding the holy tomb is in fact your crown princess, your house leader, and you don't know how to feel. This is heresy, she's desecrating the most holy of holy places - but she must have her reasons, right? She's been so kind and reasonable, so she must have a point...

Then Rhea tells the teacher to cut her down, and they refuse, because threat or not, Rhea is trying to make them kill a teenage girl, the only person keeping the empire from falling into chaos once the emperor dies. And Rhea completely loses it - she seems like an entirely different person than what everyone told you she was like, and it sparks a devastating thought:

"If this is who claims to speak for the goddess, then what does that say about her?"

All these people know about the goddess is what the Church - what Rhea - has told them. And if Rhea is willing to rip someone's heart out because they refused to execute a teenager, then how much of what she has ingrained into Fodlan was true, and how much was fabricated to benefit her and her allies? (Of course, we as the audience likely know that Rhea has valid reasons to have done what she has. Not excuses for her actions, but explanations. But the students and byleth don't.)

That would've resulted in one hell of an existential crisis for those poor students, having nearly everything they thought they knew about the world torn away in only a few short minutes.

replaying CF and thinking about how while it is true that there's certain people who thematically fit more with CF, CF is (imo) one of the routes where all the out-of-house recruits staying makes sense.

Because in CF, they are all with you in the Holy Tomb. At the start of the chapter, everyone fights Edelgard because she's desecrating a sacred space and it seems kinda fucked up (it is). After the battle, Rhea tells Byleth to kill her. Byleth is supposed to execute not just one of their students, but a literal head of state. Rhea is, without any second thought, ready to kill a child and throw the Empire into political turmoil (ofc Rhea's trauma does make her response understandable to a degree but that's another post).

If Byleth refuses to kill Edelgard, Rhea snaps. Byleth doesn't declare war on the church. Byleth doesn't turn to fight Rhea. Byleth refuses to kill a student/head of state. And for that "crime," Rhea says she will rip out Byleths heart and turns into a massive dragon, causing everyone to flee the Holy Tomb.

That's probably lowkey traumatic for some, if not most, of the students. Witnessing Rhea's pure viciousness in that moment and watching her turn into a dragon had to have been terrifying. And it confirms everything Edelgard goes on to say about the church. Paired alongside this too, is Edelgard telling everyone that they are not obliged to stay with her. They are free to make their decisions. As conflicted as they are about fighting their homeland, they continue on because they witnessed an event that fundamentally alters how they view the church and they are fighting for someone working to make Fódlan better.

It's telling too, that this is the route where everyone stays together. The other routes, everyone is scattered because the only things that bound them were school and Byleth. But in CF, they're bound together by a world-view altering event and a vision for the future.

[writers-ex]

🦦 in the house, how’s everyone doing?

ohoho anons taller than you get hugs I hear?

Prepare yourself to face me with your arms open hannie >:)

Kidding, this goes out to everyone that sees this. It’s all love here, I had a tough week myself screwing myself over with university applications. I also look too intimidating irl for anyone to be touchy with me except for my dog but best believe I’ll hand out hugs if I’m asked to, or may get touchy with others when I’m drunk.

Hannie, any book recs? Any genre would do, I’d like to see what you enjoy reading. Movie/show recs would do too :D (open to all anons too)

I’d love to insert a picture of my goldfish here but I’d have to reveal myself as I can’t post it while on anon. Maybe I’d do it one day when I have the confidence to. I also just applied to the top university in my country in hopes to get into the supposedly strong sociology department, crossing my fingers I get in considering I topped my school 🐸 . I’m also trying to pick up a new language, and have some volunteering at soup kitchens planned, excited to volunteer w my friends.

Here’s a short little digestible playlist for you to show you that you’re appreciated, greatly so. (Yes, you, hannie.)

You’ve honestly only been the only tumblr author I’ve been comfy enough with to interact with

Jakob- Next to Me

Matt Maltese- Everyone Adores You ( at least I do)

Sir Chloe- Walk You Home

Crumb- Ghostride

The Strokes- Call it Fate, Call it Karma

I don’t know what the weathers like, so bring an extra jacket out if it’s cold, wear sunscreen, drink enough water, get your dietary fiber, and don’t drink too much cold drinks. I’ll always take time to look at your updates, so will many of us, so if you need someone to lean on, we’re here 🥳

Go have the best week ahead

you're welcome to answer 🦦 here in the comments or in the ask box bc they're very cool B) and i'll murder anyone who says otherwise <3 and yes free hugs to anyone taller than 5", 4'9 below gets headpats hehe

i felt that- school has been just brain dead like…i'm too tired to type this out T^T and BET you probably look like a cinnamon roll, 100/10 would hug you if we met IRL

BOOK RECS READ THE WHOLE UNIVERSE OF LEIGH BARDUGO SO GOOD, also i love the selection series by kiera cass my girl it was my comfort books in high school, might you be interested in the whole percy jackson series bc i read everything in over month…ish

and as for shows/movies…. currently here are my top you must watch or leave my blog shows <3 -the untamed found on youtube (i have reseen this series over eight time completed and the special episodes and manhwa….i might rewatch it tonight lol) -bbc sherlock idk where to see this (i have memorized the line of every episode minus s4 and…this show was my middle school angst dreams i love it plz see) -OMG THE ENTIRE TOMB RAIDING SERIES WITH WUXIE AND THE IRON TRIANGLE YES OMG PLEASE WATCH THIS I KNOW ITS LONG BUT OMG I WILL LITERALLY MARRY ANYONE THAT HAS SEEN OR KNOWS WHAT THIS IS TT I LOVE THIS SO FLIPPING MUCH NEXT TO THE UNTAMED ASJFLKJDKJKDSJFLKADJLKFJDL (i HIGHLY recommend the ultimate note and sound of providence both on youtube, OR WATCH THE TIME RAIDERS MOVIE i will explain everything u're confused abt) -secret crush on you youtube bish (let me tell u if you can make it past the first three epsiodes you will be GREATLY surprised… just saying) OR my school president also on youtube (it made me want to go back to high school so flipping cute) -the castle in the sky studio ghilibi movie (i've seen it four times and love the entire thing, so comforting and unique <3) -big hero6 or cars 2 (they made my childhood like 10x better idk) -THE LAST OF US BROOOOOOOOOOOOOO (i am DEAD this show is CRAZY, i am terrified of zombies and cried for three days straight when i saw the first 15 minutes of the train to busan and have never finished it sincee BUT the amount of zombies lessens per epsiode and it focuses on the characters…just don't watch at night if you're a chicken like me) -animes…i loved kuroko no baske (a basketball anime that motivated me to play every single day in highschool…by myself bc no one wanted to play outside with me not even the guys that played in the court next door offered to let me join in bc i was a girl BISH FIGHT ME-) OR the promised neverland but the manga not s2…we don't talk abt that…

oooh i love goldfish if you feel comfortable you can dm the photo or send it on asks and i'll save the photo and upload it to the blog tagging your anon handle <3 i hope you get into the uni of your choice, that's a cool career path i wish you the best and hit me up if you need dental advice XD i'm trying to learn italian and ASL and that so wonderful you volunteer with your friends sends you a high five through my screen

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW THANK U I FEEL SO HONORED TT nah thank YOU for lighting up my ask box, not just you but ALL of you thank you soooo soo sooo sooo sooo soooo sooo soo MUCH <3 it means the world to me and beyond bc you take some time in your day to read or send an ask bows politely i hope to keep your thoughts safe and judgement free plus put a smile on your face if i'm able, each and every one of you deserves it

i loved the last playlist you told me abt this monster school and i vibe to it sm i made a spotify playlist for when any anons sends in an ask so i will gladly add these to it thank you :3

yeah its so hot here…i will drink water and love cold drinks so… haha ^-^);; back to you, please get sufficient rest or at least go to sleep at midnight NO LATER >:l, stretch b4 doing any activites, GO LOOK UP AT THE CLOUDS seriously my whole camera roll is of clouds bc they're so pretty, always carry a bandaid just in case, wash your hands for 20 seconds, and buy that thing you wanted this month <3 awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww thank you i will update you guys if anything but i'm just pooped rn T-T

wishing you the best week ever >3<

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i treasure how crucial it is to atdd’s story that daniel’s primary character trait is “lol stupidass”

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A One-time Job || Marc Spector x Reader

Vol 2

Summary: Who would have thought crushing a scooter could lead to a tomb robbery, which in turn may lead to a steamy night with a handsome fella?

Warnings: unprotected sex, drunk sex

Word count: circa 8090

Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader, Steven Grant & Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

Rating: explicit! (+18)

A/N: Because this fanfic does not follow canon story, Marc does not have a romantic connection to Layla

As the eventide sky bloomed red, the land cooled, and as Marc came to love the black skies and the moonlight, Egypt became part of Spector's soul in a way that he couldn't sometimes comprehend.

His love for sand grew over time; the sand dunes were the playful waves of the desert, they rose and fell as if the desert was breathing.

A desert that he loved so much taught him how to do so much with so little, to adapt and overcome in a way that allows life to thrive.

Marc Spector was a former mercenary who was left for dead in the desert; a person rejected by society at some point.  

After the Moon God spared Marc's life, it was time for Marc to embark on a process of scouting the road less traveled, checking its safety, making sure it leads to someplace of greater importance than sticking to well-known routes. To undertake such an exploration, it took courage, a pure seed of faith, and a firm commitment to do what was right. Marc, however, was not the type of man to be easily scared - he accepted his new role with full awareness and promised to fight the crime as the Moon Knight. 

A new quest awaited Marc - he got a tip about ancient artifact smugglers raiding Egyptian tombs, and they apparently were working with no one else but Arthur Harrow himself.

Despite preferring to work on his own, Marc accidentally got a young woman involved in the business during the manhunt he conducted last week. It was impossible for him to foresee that a girl would park her scooter in such a narrow alley, almost in the middle of it. He probably wouldn't crush it with the car he stole if the scooter was parked closer to the building, but shit happened.

It was exactly how he ended up in one of Cairo's bars, drinking whiskey and scanning the room with careful, brown eyes, looking for the person he was set up with.

To say the least, you were pissed. Your scooter was crushed, the dude left his number, and he almost fled. Fortunately, he was more honest than you thought, because the number was real.

You walked into the bar he had set up for the meeting. Before entering, you adjusted your jacket and took a deep breath.

As soon as he spotted you entering, he raised his hand to signal his location.

You waved and walked up closer to him as you gave him a soft smile. "So, little break from crushing scooters and running after people?" You asked, sitting next to him.

"A little." He was trying to follow the joke. Please accept my sincere apologies once again, miss."

"Oh, it's okay. I just broke my only mode of transportation." You shrugged, waving at the bartender. "How will you repay me?" You asked openly.

"What do you want? I can write you a check or...," He hung his tone, "I have another suggestion."

The last offer caught your attention, and you moved closer. "Other proposition? I don't take payments in nature."

Your face caught his attention as he studied it with his own brown eyes; you were a very pretty girl, he had to admit. You contrasted the soft features of your face, rosy lips, and perfectly shaped brows with the full curves of your hips as you sat next to him in tight jeans and a fitted t-shirt. "I didn't mean that. Well, since you're from here, I think your knowledge might be useful to me."

As you stared at him, you couldn't help but admit; if it wasn't for him crushing your scooter, you would happily hit on him on your night out. He was quite handsome. "I'm from here indeed, but what can I do to help you?"

As he tapped his fingers on his glass, he said, more to himself than to you, "So I think you'd find it easy to get into somewhere."

You nodded as the bartender brought you a drink and said, "Possibly, it depends on what place you mean. I won't help you get into a bank or anything like that. What's your plan?"

"I'm heading for the east side of the desert, where there is a tomb that has not yet been opened. That's my destination."

As you sipped your drink, you frowned.

If that asshole hadn't crushed your scooter, you would've ridden there yourself. Did you have a competition to find a treasure? "Oh really?" You asked, trying to make the most casual tone you could muster. "What would you find there? It's just an old tomb."

"There is a smugglers group that raids tombs, stealing artifacts, gold, and other things. I want to track them down and stop them."

"So you're some kind of secret police?" You laughed and patted all of your pockets. "Great. Hey? Do you smoke?"

"I do. Do you need a lighter?"

Taking out your lighter, you sighed, "I need a cigarette." Your lighter was empty.

Marc pulled Chesterfields from the pocket of his leather jacket. He offered one to you.

After thanking him, you took a cigarette and lit it. "Well..." You hummed, taking a drag of the cigarette. "Since we discuss such things, I suggest we change the location to a less public one. We can meet at my home."

He got up, nodding at you.

After finishing your drink and paying for it, you showed him the way to your place. "I usually use it for work and as a hiding place." You told him before opening the door to let him in.

The flat was filled with books, maps, and souvenirs from all over the world.

Despite the messiness of your apartment, he thought it was an interesting place.

Marc rubbed his fingertips against the books on one of the shelves.

As you sat on the bed with your laptop on your lap, you hummed and said, "The valley on the east side of the desert, you say... Are you just looking for that group or are you looking for something specific within it?"

"I want to retrieve the things they will steal."

"What do you mean?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have a feeling there's more to it than you tell me."

"Only artifacts. We both know they have one purpose. And I know they have been observing this place for at least two weeks."

As you typed something on your laptop, you nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't there much. I would know more if someone hadn't crushed my scooter."

While inspecting your locum further, Marc rolled his eyes. "I apologized."

"I am kidding, don't get angry. I was searching for a way to open this tomb too, but I couldn't find a key to open the door. But what I did find was this," you showed him the picture on your laptop. "Can you see this?" You asked him as you touched the screen.

Crouching next to your bed, he watched the screen. "I guess it's some kind of riddle."

"Exactly!" You placed the laptop on the bed, slipped off of it, and sat on the floor next to him with the picture right in front of you both. "Well, you are almost entirely right. This is indeed a riddle. But you see those little gaps? That is a hidden entrance with the riddle as an opening mechanism."

Suddenly, it struck him. "My guess is that it is a Ptolemaic hinge."

"You think?" You pondered this and grimaced. "Wait! Of course! Why didn't I think about that?"

He replied, "Sometimes all you need is the right perspective."

"Or a proper partner in crime." You giggled all excitedly. "Shall we begin preparations? Should we rest first?"

Your words made him chuckle. "I don't even know your name, sweetheart."

You stared at him a bit shocked, and then it hit you. Your cheeks turned red. "Oh, shit! Right! Sorry. I am Y/N and you are..?"

"Marc." He reached out his hand to you. He shook your hand with a firm grasp.

Squeezing his hand firmly, you nodded. "Nice to meet you, Marc. What are your plans?"

"I think that would be the most effective way of getting around there," he pointed to a spot on the screen, "Before midnight, and just wait for them to show up."

"And what will we do when they arrive?"

He replied, cryptically, "And this, my dear Y/N, will be something interesting."

As you looked at your laptop, you smiled and said, "I'll take my gun. Great. I'll go get ready so we can leave."

"Wait. Wait. Let's set everything up. I have my motives to catch them, but what about yours?"

"I travel a lot, and I like to end up somewhere I shouldn't just to see an ancient temple or old ruins. In a nutshell, I like adventures. But my main reason is that I'm trying to get a guy named Harrow. He killed my uncle to steal some artifacts he had in his collection. What are you really after, Marc?"

"I cannot unfold them yet, but I think you will understand me better tomorrow for we both have a common foe." Marc replied, getting up. "I should leave to prepare."

"Fine, when and where should we meet? Just so we're on the same page." You questioned, looking up at him.

"Tomorrow at 10 pm, we'll meet at the bar where we met today. From there, we'll drive as close as we can."

Nodding, you confirmed, "Tomorrow, 10 pm, at the bar. Got it, and I'll be there ready to go. It's so exciting!" It was nearly impossible not to giggle with joy.

Marc offered you a surprised glance; the last thing he expected was a girl he just met fangirling about a possible upcoming exchange of fire.

Once Marc left, you couldn't help but jump in place from pure excitement. Your entire plan sounded so amazing that it seemed like a dream.

When all the emotions had subsided, you decided to start getting ready for tomorrow so that you would be fully prepared.

Marc waited for you on the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette and checking his phone from time to time.

As you sat next to him, you casually asked, "Is my partner in crime ready for some fun?" The clothing you wore was carefully chosen in order not to scratch you, but also to prevent you from getting heatstroke.

A look was given to you; you wore tight, fitted combat pants, black boots, and a white shirt with thick stripes. "Hi. Much. And you? From what I can see, you also took some time to prepare for this event."

"Of course. Who would enter an ancient tomb without getting ready. Especially when we might be pursued by smugglers. From experience, I know they love to carry guns." You confirmed, tightening your shoelaces.

A holster was attached to his thick, leather belt. "I'm ready too, so nothing will surprise us."

You nodded enthusiastically as you said, "I have one too. So we are safe and sound on this adventure, I believe. We know where we need to go but how will we open the door?"

"I think I'll be able to open the door."

You immediately perked up. "You know how?! When did you solve it? How?!"

"Trust me." Marc briefly ran his fingers against your chin, smirking. "Get in, Y/N."

Immediately after letting out a quiet purr, you laughed for a moment. You followed him into the car. "Before we get there, I want to settle one more thing with you."

Taking a comfortable seat in the driver's seat, he closed the door. "Yes?" Marc asked, placing his arm on the back of your seat.

You looked at him fully seriously and said, "We enter in together and leave together no matter what happens. Can I rely on you, Marc?" When the questions dropped you offered him your hand.

Taking your hand, he said, "Deal. And after we're done, we won't return to your crushed scooter."

"Oh! Thank you for reminding me about that!" Nodding, you laughed and rolled your eyes as you settled into your passage seat. "Don't worry. The deal is the deal, but I honestly forgot about this already."

"You're fast at forgetting things." He joked, starting the engine.

Soon, you two got close to the tomb.

You had to park the car at a decent distance from the destination so as not to be seen.

Marc and you walked through the sand, keeping an eye on the surroundings.

You couldn't get rid of the butterflies in your stomach. It wasn't your first adventure, but you still felt like a kid in a candy store. It was more than exciting. You were curious about how he solved the entry problem, and you couldn't wait to see what he found in the tomb. "Based on what I see, I think we are the first ones here, or maybe they have already entered." You said, trying to see something in almost complete darkness if not counting the dim light of the moon.

"Down!" Marc snapped at you and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to lay flat on the sand. "Look carefully over there." He snapped, pointing to the tomb's entrance where two dark figures stood. 

He removed the backpack he was wearing and pulled out a pair of binoculars. You received it after he checked them. "What are you seeing?"

Sighing deeply, you looked through the binoculars. When you looked closer, it didn't look as good as you had hoped.

At this point, you had a sense that there was more going on than just a 'smuggler group'.

It looked more like something out of a cult. So many goons were present. "My little eye detects cars and goons. Lots of goons with guns. I think I see Harrow.... He is standing there when they try to open the front door for him. What next?"

Marc announced, "We'll visit them."

The binoculars were moved away from your face as you asked him, "Excuse me? Ya just want to walk up there, say 'hi' and politely ask them to let us in first?”

"Cool your horses. I told you I have a plan. Come on."

Raising your eyebrows, you glanced in the direction of the tomb. You weren't sure whether or not you liked it, but you had an agreement after all, and you really wanted to get inside. In the end, you followed him.

As two of you sneaked closer to the tomb and group of people, he instructed, "Be careful and prepared. You can use the gun if needed."

As you looked around carefully, you stayed close to him. You hissed in a quiet voice, "That's right, but only two guns against a few machine guns isn't a good match. This doesn't add up."

Marc waved at you to calm you down. "Be quiet. Stop panicking."

Upon getting close enough to you, the man made you crouch, so the two of you remained in the darkness of the desert.

As you watched how they tried to open the gate, the two of you exchanged glances.

Marc muttered under his breath, "They're deluded."

Looking at everything that was happening, you whispered, "Yes, indeed. Trying to open it this way will take them ages." Looking around one more time, you tried to figure out whether the two of you could possibly work it out.

"Just hurry up and open the tomb!" Arthur himself yelled loudly to his men. "We've already wasted enough time. Let's not waste more of it."

Marc looked at you. "Stay close." He emerged from your hideout in the shadows moments later. "It's been a long time, Harrow. You can't even use a Ptolemaic hinge properly, as I can see."

While you watched him in shock, you remained silent. As a result, you just observed what was happening at this point.

"Steven... Or is it Marc at this point? I can see you finally got here." Harrow greeted him with a flat smile. "You must be desperate to come here by yourself."

The specter approached the other man, tapping his chin. "What's inside that you hired those idiots to get into? They have no clue what they're doing. Also," he gestured at you to join him, "I'm not alone."

Only your eyes were visible from your hiding spot as they glistened in the dim moonlight. With a frown on your face, you left your hiding spot to join Marc just like he wanted, even if you didn't like it. Slowly, you walked to Marc's side. "Hi?"

"This one is completely new to me. You're changing allies so quickly." Arthur chuckled.

"I know you!" You growled loudly. "Your goons killed my uncle for an artifact. I saw you on the recording!”

Harrow gave you a gentle smile for a moment. The nice man who wasn't keen on giving away something I needed? That is a shame. I'm sorry, but this is more important than one life."

If Marc had not grabbed your shoulder, you probably would have jumped on Arthur right away.

A fake smile appeared on Marc's face and he turned to you, leaning forward so that only you could hear his words, "Calm down. You will be able to avenge your uncle, but not now. Put your emotions aside and concentrate."

Mark walked to the wall of the tomb, counted something in his mind, and pushed one of the huge stones. This caused a huge granite block to move aside, revealing a narrow corridor inside.

As you ran up to Marc, your eyes widened and you gasped loudly. In spite of everything, you asked, "How did you do that?!"

Harrow said simply, "Isn't that cute? You've found someone who shares your interests. Such a shame it's over. Get rid of them both!"

When the first shots were fired, you cursed and ran for cover. "This is not how I expected it to turn out!"

Marc screamed, pressing his back against the stone wall, reloading his gun after a few shots were fired. "Go ahead, I'll cover you! Take whatever you find!"

"You... Are you sure?!" You screamed, hiding behind the cover again, firing a few shots yourself. "I won't leave you here alone!"

Marc yelled, waving his hand briefly at you. "Go!"

"Don't die here!" You followed his command and ran into the narrow corridor.

Being unfamiliar with what you could find here did not make it easy at all. "Fucking hell..." You groaned once you got further into the tomb.

Marc managed to shoot two of Harrow's smugglers. As long as he wasn't sure the group had rearranged their positions, he stayed under cover. When he realized the group had changed positions, he ran after you.

After a moment of walking, you stopped in front of the two different corridors. There was one going left and one going right.

As you took a deep breath, you tried to decide which way to turn when someone grabbed your shoulder. The first thing you tried to do was to punch the person who grabbed you, but when you saw Marc's face, your fist stopped. "Oh, thank God. Are you ok?"

"Don't ask silly questions now, let's go." He pulled your hand, taking your left side.

The two of you soon entered a large chamber with a stone altar in the middle.

As you looked around, you couldn't believe what you were seeing. It was better than you had ever imagined.  All the hieroglyphs and sculptures were in almost pristine condition. "Look at all that!" You exclaimed excitedly and then realized you were still holding his hand.

After clearing your throat, you let go of it and looked at the altar. "Do you think it's there?"

Mark said, not realizing he was holding your hand tightly. "Picture the hieroglyphs on the walls, and I'll collect everything."

Several artifacts, as well as a golden Anubis statue, were soon placed in the backpack. "Come on! Let's find a way out."

You were taking the last picture before putting your phone in the pocket. "There should be a hidden path somewhere in this area. We just need to find it."

Marc rummaged through his pockets and cursed. "Y/N! Lighter!"

No time for a smoke break!" you joked, but quickly fumbled in your pocket to get your lighter.

He lit it and put his hand up. A slight windblow put out the fire soon after. "This way."

You nodded and followed him, grabbing your lighter from him as you passed.

Smugglers and Harrow were on a manhunt after you, so you could hear their screams.

You checked to make sure that your escape path was not visible before running after Marc until the two of you reached the outside world. "Are we safe now?"

As he ran alongside you, suddenly he lost his footing and rolled down a dune, pulling you behind him.

As he stopped rolling at the base of the dune, he laughed. "Yes. You bet we are! And they got fucking angry at this point for being fucked by one unstable mentally ill man and a beautiful woman by his side."

You laughed as well, resting your hand on his chest and resting your chin on it briefly. "Oh, I bet they're pissed, and c'mon! Don't call yourself that! Not to ruin the moment but we should leave before they decide to go back outside. We can celebrate in my flat."

Marc handled the bag for you and got up, following you back to his car.

You felt safest in the car when both of you were sitting in it.

You looked at him as you placed the bag on your lap. "Let's get outta here."

He started the engine and drove off. "So you saw Harrow before?"

"In a way, yeah. I had no idea who he was, but I tried to find him. I didn't succeed until today." You nodded, stretching your legs. "Is he your old buddy from school or something?”

"Acquaintance." He replied shortly. "Open the bag."

As he asked, you opened the bag. "You picked up a lot of stuff. I see gold, artifacts, and manuscripts. I hope I can take something. I need a souvenir from such an adventure." You pulled out an old, nice-looking bracelet and shrugged. "The finder keeps the find."

When he saw you rummaging through the backpack so eagerly, he smiled. "It will suit you. Hey, where would you like me to drop you off?"

"We should stop a few streets away from the flat. We can buy some beer, go to my place by foot, and then celebrate."

"Are you inviting me over?" He asked, smiling wryly at you. "And two days ago you were about to send the police after me."

"I still can, so don't push my buttons, Marc. A woman never forgets." You warned him by placing the bag next to your legs. "To answer your question, I will invite you over a second time. For whatever happened back there, we need to drink. That was something."

He nodded, remaining a tad silent while he was driving.

As you stated, the car was parked or rather left a few blocks away.

While he was on his way to your flat, Marc bought some alcohol, keeping an eye on the backpack you were carrying.

It was a peaceful walk to the flat, filled with chatting.

When you arrived at the place, you opened the door and let him in. You placed the bag on the couch and looked at him. "Maybe you'd like to take a shower after such an adventure? I need it desperately, especially after you rolled me in the sand."

Trying to keep a straight face after hearing your offer, he cocked his brow.

Taking off the shoes, you muttered, "I have more sand in my hair than in my boots. I'll go first."

"Your flat, your rules." Marc replied, watching you disappear into another room.

When he heard the shower running, he dived into his backpack and pulled out several manuscripts. "Steven, wake up. Will you be able to read and translate those? Remember that we're looking for any clues about the Ankh Amulet."

As soon as Marc's eyes rolled back and Steven took charge, the man sat down on the floor, spread the sheets out in front of him, and ran his fingers along the verses. "I think I can. I'm not really proficient at ancient Egyptian, but Layla might be able to help." Steven's attention was suddenly drawn to the sound of a shower. "Wait a minute, we aren't in the hotel room. Where are we?"

Marc replied after overtaking the body, "It's none of your business. And don't you dare to mention anything to Layla."

Standing under the warm water, you hummed happily at the sensation. Lastly, you were able to get rid of all the sweat and sand you accumulated from that wonderful trip. Your excitement still lingered in the back of your mind. You thought about Marc. He was an interesting fella and you hoped to get to know him better.

You dried yourself off after the shower, tucked your hair in a bun, and dressed.

Since you were at home, you wore shorts and a checkered shirt.

You remembered to prepare clean towels for your guest. 

You left the bathroom and smiled as you saw the manuscripts on the floor. "My, oh my, you are getting right to work."

A smirk appeared on his face. "Do you by any chance know an ancient Egyptian?" Marc asked with a hopeful tone.

"I don't know much about it, but perhaps I can look online." You shrugged, looking over his shoulder.

"Ok, no need to, it's fine." He gave a short reply.

"Go take a shower. It helps with thinking." You encouraged. "I left a towel for you there."

"Thank you." He said, getting up. After you showed him the way, Marc left for the bathroom.

Before walking to the kitchen, you glanced at all the manuscripts and shook your head.

It only took him a few minutes to remove dirt, sweat, and sand from his body. He appreciated you letting him use the shower. Having only known him for three days, he expected you to be more cautious having him in your flat.

You were sitting on the countertop with a cigarette in your hand and a bottle of beer next to you when he left the bathroom. 

Because of your really short shorts, it looked like you would be sitting only in your shirt since your legs hung in the air. Your hair was already down as well.

Marc improved his jeans in the corridor. His eyes immediately fell on your legs.

Men are visualisers by nature, and it was exactly who Spector was as well. Observing your long legs with perfectly shaped calves, he could sense that your body was lean and tense with smooth, silky skin on top. After clearing his throat, he said, "Thanks for your hospitality."

You shook your head and handed him a bottle of beer. "No problem. At least this is something I can do. Now we can relax and rest before our next adventure."

Marc accepted the bottle, thanked again, and sat down at the table. "Your enthusiasm for the adventure is contagious. Do you have anything specific in mind or do you just want to feel the tension, excitement and desire?"

"I just love to explore. To see those places untouched by men for centuries, to see their mysteries and beauty. And you?"

"I have personal reasons that I'm not eager to share. Please forgive me." He apologized softly.

Giving him a nod, you smiled softly. "I'm not pressing, no need to apologize."

"You were brave back there."

"Says the guy who just walks up to the bad guy, saying hi as if he was his best friend." You laughed and took a sip of beer before taking a drag. As you shook some of the ash into the ashtray, you shrugged. "Not my first trip, and not the first time I've been shot at. I'm used to it."

"The way you look, I wouldn't say so. You look like a girl from a wealthy family, standing aside from all the trouble."

As you laughed, you brushed your still wet hair with your hand. "I guess we have something in common. You look alike, yet you step on the tail of the smuggler with the utmost vigor for some reason."

Taking another sip from his bottle, he chuckled a bit.

You took another sip, rocking your legs a little.

Marc got up, taking another look around your flat. "Are you living here alone?"

"I mostly use it to rest, prepare, and plan during my travel breaks." You explained, watching him. "Is it strange for a girl to live alone?" You asked.

"No," Marc replied honestly, "I was just wondering whether your boyfriend wasn't getting jealous of you living on your own."

"Well, he would have to exist first in order to be jealous." You concluded. "There's no need to worry about someone coming in and beating you for being here. Well, unless you annoy the hell out of me, in which case I'll do it myself."

A voice in Marc's head said, "Tough one," but Spector ignored it.

As he downed his bottle, he turned to face you. "I just wanted to know."

"Now you know. So what about you? Your wife or girlfriend won't mind if you work with a woman?" You asked, taking a drag of your cigarette. "I'm sure that I would."

"I don't have anyone." He replied honestly. Having anything to do with me won't result in you being pursued by any girlfriend or wife."

"Two singles! We're so lucky! Kind of sad." You sighed.

"What do you mean?" Marc asked, setting the empty bottle on the kitchen counter and lighting up a cigarette.

"Stop fucking talking and instead start acting, Spector." The voice within his head seemed relentless. "She likes you, I sense it."

You shrugged, finishing your beer. "What I mean is that it would be nice to return home to someone who cares and misses you." After saying it you hopped off the counter and grabbed one more beer. "You want another one?"

He followed you and took the offered bottle out of your hand. "Thank you, Y/N."

"No problem, Marc.” You gave him a smile. "Since you like to end up in odd places with odd people, let me show you where I ended up during my travels."

This is how the evening unfolded.

Marc just saw your pictures from each place, and you told him about what actually happened. It was fun talking to someone who listened to you.

You didn't stop at just two beers each, so after a while things got a little loose.

"It was a big, old ship!" You giggled, telling him one of the stories.

Marc laid with his head on your lap at that point, looking up at you and chuckling whenever you said something funny or got excited about something ordinary. You had a very cheerful attitude, and he regretted not having met you before.

Marc ignored Khonshu's plea to move his ass and not let the girl decide what to do; he had been sick of God's bullshit for the past few weeks.

Marc reached up to play with a strand of your loosened hair. "Ya pretty." He complimented you out of the blue.

When his words made you freeze, you were playing with his hair and giggling at your own story. You stared at him with confusion. He may not have meant it, but it was actually nice of him. "Thank you. You aren't that bad-looking either."

Laughing, he rolled his head back a little, his eyes closed. "Don't pretend you don't like me that way. Come on, I know I've got your attention."

"Maybe you did. Even if you did, what then? I think you're handsome." You were honest, immediately regretting saying it as your cheeks were covered in blush.

He looked at you, smirking. "Knew it." Playing with your hair, he touched the side of your neck, letting his hand slide down your collarbone, to your décolleté.

You raised an eyebrow just observing, curious to know what he would do next. "I see your hands like to wonder, huh Marc?"

With his index finger, he gently lowered the neckline of the shirt, peering inside. "Hmm. Nice boobs."

You chuckled and slapped his hand away, rolling your eyes. "I didn't say you could look in there."

"What if I want?"

When you looked at him, you got a nice idea that was probably affected by the alcohol, but you didn't care about it. "Well, then you should pay for that pleasure."

He slowly sat up, furrowing his brows, looking at you. "Like? Pay how?"

As you gently caressed his cheek, you said, "You need to pay like this." Your lips gently caressed his as you pulled him into a sweet kiss.

Your taste spilled onto his tongue, and he let out a moan, making out with you slowly, letting his tongue dance with yours as one of his hands instinctively cupped your breast and kneaded them.

As his rough hands played with your breast, you let out a quiet moan. You smiled as you pulled away from the kiss to grab the hem of his shirt so you could pull it over his head.

Having let you do so without protest, he immediately shifted his kisses to your jawline and to the side of your neck. A low grunt came from his lips as he kissed your warm skin.

A soft sound escaped your lips as you felt his kisses on your skin. Having someone so close again felt good. Your hand moved slowly to his chest. You felt each scar on his body.

Marc quickly pulled away to help you take the shirt off. "You're so goddamn pretty, Y/N."

At this point, you didn't try to hide from him since there was no point. You were completely naked in front of him. "Do you mean that or is that just alcohol talking?"

"I meant all of what I said." Marc growled, stealing another kiss as he cupped your breasts in his hands, massaging them, brushing his thumbs over your already hardened nipples. "Look at you, doll."

As his lips touched yours, you gasped, purring happily. Your palms rested on his shoulders and you straddled him, pushing him a little down. "I would rather look at you, handsome."

He laid comfortably on the mattress, immediately grasping your hips, massaging you there. "Look at you. So eager."

"Difficult to not be eager with you by my side. Especially after our little adventure." You hummed as you ran your hands down his chest, softly scratching his skin with your nails while rolling your hips to grind against him. "Is that your gun or you are just as eager as I am, Marc?"

He chuckled darkly to himself, caressing the curves of your hips and waist. "Well, well. You're so hot, Y/N."

His hand traveled down his body and Marc adjusted himself within his jeans as the bulge became uncomfortable for him. "This is what you're doing to me."

"Oh really? I feel flattered to hear that. Shall I help you again?"

He couldn't take his eyes off you; your face flushed with blush, eyes glistened with sparkles of desire and need of closeness, your breath hitched. "Yes." He demanded within a soft tone.

"So demanding. You need to receive some more attention. I will take care of you,"

After those words, you leaned down to kiss him deeply one more time before moving to his neck. While he caressed the curves of your hips and waist, he chuckled darkly to himself. "Well, well, you're so hot, Y/N." Marc said as he adjusted himself within his jeans as the bulge became uncomfortable for him. "That's what you're doing to me."

"Oh really? I feel flattered to hear that. Shall I help you again?"

He could not take his eyes off of you; your face was flushed with blush, your eyes gleamed with desire and need, your breath was tense. "Yes." He demanded in a soft voice.

"So demanding. You need to receive some more attention. I will take care of you." After these words, you leaned down to kiss him deeply one more time before moving to his neck. Next, you positioned yourself between his legs. As you stroked him through his pants, you giggled, "I wonder if you'll fit in. I can already see you are big."

With one hand on your cheek, he stroked you there with his thumb as his upper body rested on his elbow. Marc bit his lower lip as he observed you carefully. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt.

Not breaking eye contact with him, you bit your lip and nuzzled his hand.

Soon, he undid the fly of his jeans and pulled his cock out, giving himself a stroke.

Your palm wrapped around him and you stroked him yourself. After placing a brief kiss on his hand, you leaned down to swirl your tongue around his tip.

He gasped, not stopping himself from looking down at you.

Your warm tongue moved around his tip before you moved away a bit, giving him a few strokes. Then, after sending him one last smile, you wrapped your lips around his cock tightly. Purring around him, you swallowed as much of him as possible.

Marc started grunting loudly, instantly slipping one of his hands into your loosened hair to deepen your moves. "Such a good girl, just like that, sweet bean."

As you hummed happily at his praises, you continued sucking his cock. Your palm moved to his balls to massage and play with them gently.

Marc's muscles tensed as the blissful feeling spread across his body. He rolled his head back and laid comfortably on the bed, stroking your scalp with one of his hands.

You pulled away, replacing your mouth with your palm. "Feeling good? How about we try something better?'

He raised his head and gave you a look. "Yes to whatever you have to offer, doll."

"Look at you. So eager." You chuckled and sat up. Giving him a look, you started slowly removing your shorts, showing nothing else under them.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself, admiring your nakedness and smooth, tanned skin.

You made sure to stretch a little bit to fully present yourself to him. Then, you once again straddled him, wrapping your hand around his cock. Soon, you slowly slid down on him, letting out a moan as his cock stretched your pussy.

His hand instantly found its way to your hip where he gently massaged you, letting out a soft grunt, rolling his head back, resting it against the mattress. "Fuck. Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You rolled your hips, looking at him with a smirk on your lips. "Feels right, sweetie? You feel so good, so deep in, fuck."

"So good." Marc replied, gasping heavily and stroking your curves.

You started to move faster, moving on his cock while playing with your boobs. His name was like a prayer that you repeated, moaning just for him.

He moved his hands up your body, resting them on your breasts, kneading them, and brushing your nipples.

"Such a softie in bed. Who would have thought?" You teased, placing your palms on his hands.

He enjoyed your touch on his palms but your words made him a tad angry. Therefore, he pushed you off himself and rolled on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress.

Gasping loudly, you looked up at him and giggled. Not even a little were you scared of this, it was what you were waiting for.

He pushed himself back into your core, humming softly as he attacked your neck with kisses.

"Fuck, Marc." You moaned loudly, wrapping one of your legs around his waist as your hands moved into his hair.

His hips moved rhythmically back and forth; he was gasping as your inner walls squeezed his member.

You whimpered, feeling your climax approaching. Just as you expected, you cum soon around him, moaning his name as loud as possible.

He kept on fucking your pussy until he shot his warm semen in your core, biting on your neck with a loud grunt escaping his parted lips.

You squeaked, surprised by the bite, but instead of being mad you simply giggled, wrapping your arms around him  "I see I have an animal in bed."

He crushed his lips against yours, moaning and whining, still bucking his hips into you.

Soon yet, he pulled out, making sure to jerk all of the cum drops that left on him on your pussy.

You gasped, kissing him before you pulled away with a cocky smile on your lips. "Well, well, well, fancy to leave me a little souvenir?"

"Maybe." Marc replied with a cocky smirk dancing on his lips.

Laughing, you cupped his cheek to press one more kiss to his lips before you moved a little to reach into the drawer of your bedside table. "You wanna smoke?"

He kissed his way down your body, flicking his tongue around one of your nipples. "Uh-uh. Thanks."

You took the pack of cigarettes, lighter, and little ashtray out of the drawer, and lit one.

He soon laid down by your side, sliding hands under his head.

"I hope you will stay for the night." You said, lying comfortably next to him.

"Ask nicely and I'll think of it."

You laughed and sat up on the bed to locate his shirt. Once you did, you grabbed it and put it on to quickly lay back by his side, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "It wasn't a question, to be honest."

His strong arm was wrapped around your waist as he smiled. "Bossy."

Shrugging with a proud smile, you gave him a glance. "Maybe a little."

"A little?"

"Yes, a little." You repeated, nodding.

He played with your loosened hair. "You're a cutie. Sexy cutie. Imagine waking up buried in that sweet pussy of yours."

"I never said you cannot do that. You won't wake up here alone." Turning on your side, you looked at him, admiring how handsome he was.

Marc reached for his boxers and pulled them up, offering you a place on his chest.

You quickly finished with your cigarette and put it in the ashtray to gladly accept the offer, getting comfortable on his chest.

He chuckled. "I would never say we'll end up fucking after I crushed your scooter."

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me. Where is my money, Marc!?” You growled playfully. Finally, you could get some rest after a day full of adventure.

As you were slowly waking up, you nuzzled to your pillow.

You turned around so that you could nuzzle Marc, feeling soberer than yesterday.

What an amazing day yesterday was! Honestly, in the morning you hoped for fun, but it didn't come.

He sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, with his hair messy, and was visibly trembling, quietly sobbing.

As you opened your eyes, you frowned softly. Worried, you sat up and crept closer. "Marc? What's wrong?"

The man jumped up from his place, looking at you slightly above his shoulder. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Did... Did I disgrace you... Oh, God..."

Confused, you laughed nervously, not sure what's going on. Did he regret last night? "You did and no need to be sorry, we both wanted this... Right?”

"Oh my God." The man replied and dared to look at you; his chin was shaking, eyes watery. "I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey. Calm down." You moved even closer and dared to wrap your arm around his shoulder. "Marc? What got into you?"

"I'm not Marc! I'm Steven. With the 'v'. I'm not Marc... Can you imagine how awful it is to wake up with the taste of dry wine in your mouth when you didn't drink it..."

Since you've had similar accidents on your own in the past, you were actually familiar with the feeling. However, it definitely wasn't the right time to admit something like this, so instead, you blinked confused. "H... How Steven? I... I don't understand.."

"I'm Steven Grant. I'm a gift shop-ist... I work in the museum... And I apparently got laid! Please tell me we had a condom…"

"We didn't, but I take pills, so don't worry." You said, shaking your head. "So, yesterday it was Marc, and today it's Steven? Can you explain? I don't get it right now."

"Marc? Was he here? I don't remember giving the control to him..."

"Yes, he was here... We robbed a tomb together and then we had some fun here." You replied slowly, confused. 

"He did it again. He stole. How could he do that? Oh God, we are going to be damned."

You were at a loss at this point. There was no way you could have known what was going on. He was more nervous than you ever were. Steven, is that right?" You patted his shoulder and smiled as soon as he looked at you. "I will change, give you back your t-shirt, and I'll make breakfast while we talk. Sounds good to you?"

"I... I don't know you..." He claimed slowly. "I... Where are we.... I need to get back to London. Gus! Gus will starve to death!"

"My name is Y/N. I met the other you when he crashed my scooter and we had a nice adventure together. Currently, you are in Egypt."

"Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

"No, no, I am fully fine. No need to worry about me, Steven." You shook your head, patting his shoulder.

He nodded and was about to say something but suddenly his eyes rolled back and the familiar voice asked, "Oh, you got up so early."

"Okay... You tell me what the hell is going on here or I punch you in that pretty nose of yours." You frowned.

Marc rubbed his temple and sat up on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I have some… Personality issues. It’s a long story. It’s just a dissociative identity disorder, I was told.”

You moved closer and dropped your legs over his. "So? There is like... Two of you? You, a badass,  and that poor, confused British guy?”

He looked at you hesitantly. "Yes, actually yes."

"That must be tough." You nuzzled his arm.

He didn't comment, just nodded. "It is. Hope you won't take me for a weirdo now."

"Don't be stupid. I have never met anyone like you before, but that doesn't mean you are a terrible one." You smiled and got out of bed to remove his shirt. As you walked to the kitchen, you picked up your shirt from the floor and put it on before saying, "Time for breakfast. I have nothing else in the fridge but beer and eggs."

The morning with Marc went like this. During breakfast, you talked and smoked cigarettes.

You didn't want him to leave, but at the same time, you couldn't keep him.

You walked to Marc as he was getting ready to leave. "Hey, Marc?”

As he adjusted the stripes of his backpack on his shoulder, he raised his head, looking up at you. "Yes?"

He didn't want to leave; rather, he wanted to stay as long as possible. Marc felt secure and safe by your side.

"I know you have to go," you sighed, nervously playing with your palms, "But I want you to know that if you need assistance in another robbery or just some company, you have my number."

Your nose was kissed by him. "Given our shared love of adventure, I will use your number soon."

Your eyes rolled as you laughed, blushing. "I hope so, but remember that my help isn't cheap, love. Now go before I try to stop you. Please, take proper care of yourself."

He held you tightly in his arms, brushing his cheek against yours, whispering, "See you soon." Moments later, he was gone.

As you sighed deeply and rubbed your warm cheek, you realized you had a crush on that man.

After Marc left, you returned to your regular routine and started planning another adventure.

[sesshy380]

Well, I went and played a game for a bit to try and get brain less hyperfixated on the angst, but it just won't leave me. I don't want to flesh anything out right now, but damn do I want to share it. So I'm going to copy/paste from my bunny doc and let you do whatever with it. (lots of little notes to self like this sprinkled throughout)

Below the cut and cw for death (because I gotta make this man BLEED)

AE according to canon, except Bakura has a companion, Kat (no idea the backstory of how these two ended up together).

After some passionate lovemaking in a small desert oasis, Kat and Bakura get into a fight (apparently he won’t let her say the words ‘I love you’?). Kat takes off into the desert. Bakura doesn’t go after her thinking she’ll come back on her own. Come morning she still isn’t back so he gets on his horse and follows her tracks. After about an hour(?) her tracks meet up with the tracks of what appears to be a caravan of sorts. He feels it’s better this way and takes off for Kul Elna.

About a month later(?) Bakura spots a wealthy merchant caravan encampment and decides to do some scouting. He comes across Kat who is tied up (apparently the merchant took a liking to her and wanted her as part of his harem, but she was a bit too feisty so she’s still in the process of being ‘tamed’?). Bakura frees her and the two take off together. Kat promises that she’ll never leave him again.

A year(?) later and Bakura is beside Kat with their newborn daughter who they give a name that means ‘Change of Heart’ (no idea what the actual name is, but the daughter is a girl Ryou for some reason). Bakura is the happiest he’s ever been. Also, they live in Kul Elna with all the ghosts.

(super angsty part that makes me cry next)

It’s a few years later and Bakura comes back from one of his little tomb raiding ventures (he’s often gone for a few days at a time) and discovers Kat isn’t feeling well. She tries to assure him it’s something that will pass with some rest. She doesn’t get better. He’s by her side at the end. She tells him she loves him (he allows it). He says he loves her too, but he knows it’s too late. He holds her and cries for the first time since the massacre. He screams that she promised she’d never leave again. Little Ryou comes in, still too young to fully understand what’s going on, and Bakura embraces her tightly and promises he won’t let anyone or anything take her from him and tells her he loves her to never forget it.

Fast forward to Ryou being 16(?), and Bakura has a business in the city (no idea what he does, but he’s doing well for himself). Bakura moved there with Ryou to give her a better life and so that if she ever got sick there would be someone that could help treat it (Bakura became very overprotective of Ryou).

Aladdin moment happens. Ryou encounters a young man trying to hide from the guards and helps him hide. It is later revealed that it is the young prince (Atem and Mana apparently got together and now there is an AE Yugi as the prince). Ryou and Yugi (Heba?) keep meeting in secret. Bakura finds out and is furious (‘Haven’t I told you to never trust those royal assholes?!’) (he still hasn’t told Ryou about Kul Elna). Ryou is frightened. She’s never seen her father this upset, and he’s never yelled at her before. She runs away and somehow she ends up staying at the palace. Bakura’s quest for vengeance against the monarchy is renewed.

(that’s all I got) (looked up to find something that might be able to translate to ‘Change of Heart’) (found that the scarab beetle symbol, called Khepera, was a symbol for change) (maybe they called her Khepera, but Bakura changes her name to something else after Kat dies? Maybe to Iah?)

I must love putting TKB into angsty situations a bit too much, because I had one of those vivid dreams that even though I don't remember all of the details, I remember a lot of the important basics and it won't leave me.

It would make a great heartshipping story too (you read that right).

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

The vaguely 1920 mafia AU (based on vibes and vibes only✨)

(no historical research went into this whatsoever)

(part one, aka just notes on who does what „proffession“)

Everyone got assigned a non-magical crime/activity, again, based on vibes. Except the Hooks don't get piracy because where would be the fun in that?)

Harriet and CJ Hook are black widows.

Harry Hook has a bar (it's prohibition era, but when did he not have a deathwish?)

(Arson and harbouring fugitives could also be on their list, but we are not here to nit pick, are we?)

Uma has a gang, The Lost Revenge, cosisting mainly of orphans and petty criminals. Her main value is that she knows everyone and everyone owes her a favour.

The Faciliers are smugglers, among other things. They have the vibes, you know?

Freddie also sings in Harry's bar and Celia practises fortune telling.

The Tremaines are disgraced nobles and just trying to marry in peace and back into wealth, thank you for asking.

The de Vils do business with anyone. I mean anyone.

Also, arson.

And since Cruella is there, good few animals went missing.

Jay and Jade are children of foreign gang that specialises in over-border smuggling and probably tomb raiding and went to *Auradon City* on a joy ride.

Evie run away from home and cooks drugs. Sorry, girl. She doesn't sell on the streets, though.

Gil also ran away from home and is now playing self appointed bodyguard for Uma.

No one is sure what exactly is Ginny Gothel doing. No one wants to know.

Yzma, Yzla and Zevon sell stuff. (Don't ask.)

Frollo's crime is existence ✨

Just kidding. He would just never in a million years admit he is a criminal.

Also, Claudine is legally dead.

Audrey Rose is that rich heiress that is perpetually high to cope with society. And also because cocaine is considered a perfectly fine medicine.

Lonnie is a daughter of foreign emissaries who runs away from home occasionally to fight in some fight ring or another.

Who runs that anyway? Would it be a stretch to say Gaston?

Actually I have no idea what Mal is doing.

She is running around, doing the 1920 equivalent of spray paint and calling for revolution. Which is funny as her parents are two of the most influential people in town. Not sure on which side of law though.

Ben has no idea that this all is happening.

Yes I WILL elaborate.

@dragoneyes618 @hannahhook7744

[highly-flammable]

Details I noticed in the Asylum

(This is in no way a comprehensive list)

1. The Bingo number B-22 from the caption of the Bingo card picture they posted for promotion was mentioned (someone also pointed out that Jake is a keen Bingo player in the comics)

2. One dude is playing with a Rubik’s cube like Steven did in Episode 1

3. Donna is holding a beetle plushie like she was holding a box full of in Episode 1. Another person pointed out that this could represent the scarab.

4. The hour hand in the clock behind Donna is shaped like Khonshu’s staff with the crescent moon on top

5. In spite of my Arabic reading being rusty (which I am absolutely not proud of and I fully intend to remedy), I recognized how the numbers on the clock were in Arabic (I loved this little detail hahaha)

5. Donna is holding something orange in her hand but I can’t tell what it is, might be nothing

6. Of course, Bek is a nurse lol (I so wish Gaspard Ulliel’s Anton Mogart had been in the hospital too :((((( )

7. A tray of cupcakes is being pushed by Bek, which is a callback to the cupcake van from Episode 1

8. There is a red device on the wall with the symbol of a broken heart on it, but I have no idea if it means anything

9. (Probably) the lady who made Layla’s fake passport is drawing a picture of Khonshu as a birdie with wings

10. A goldfish (obviously representing Gus) is floating in thin air inside a bowl (couldn’t read the titles of the books that the fishbowl was resting on so if anyone can do that and find any connection, feel free to add that)

11. The same guy who the Heka priest’s zombie was cutting up in this episode comes to Marc to put the brakes on his wheelchair

12. Layla is eating a marshmallow like she was at the beginning of Episode 3 and putting up postcards like Steven did against his aquarium in Episode 1 (wish I could figure out the drawings on the board)

13. There is a bandage around Layla’s pinkie with a scarab drawn on it in red (Scarlet Scarab foreshadowing?)

14. Layla says “We won” like Steven told her after finding Ammit’s ushabti

15. This one is obvious: Marc falls down while trying to stand up from his chair because of having an ankle restraint, which is a callback to Steven having an ankle restraint while going to sleep in Episode 1

16. Another glaringly obvious one: there is a Moon Knight toy in Marc’s hand that falls down. I personally see this as a representation of Marc losing the suit and hence being in a vulnerable position, like, getting shot. The toy is even lying on the ground with its arms spread out. Another interpretation could be that the Moon Knight, i.e., Marc, is basically a puppet in this place.

17. The movie’s title being “Tomb Buster” is another obvious thing because Marc has seen his fair share of tombs as a mercenary and they literally raided a tomb right in this episode to get to the ushabti

18. Harrow as Marc’s doctor quotes that no tree can ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn’t descend to the depths of hell. From what I know of Egyptian mythology, Ammit is supposed to reside in hell and she is fed the hearts of sinners? (I could be wrong though and please do correct me if I am)

19. The painting in the doctor’s office is of the Eastern European area Marc/Steven went to in Episode 1 I think.

20. Harrow’s cane and shoes: I don’t think I need to elaborate

21. An insect sits on Marc’s hand and it has to mean something but I don’t know what.

22. A small Ammit figure sits on Harrow’s desk.

23. An irregular glass pyramid represents the Pyramid of Giza.

24. “I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself,” is basically another version of “I can’t save anyone who won’t save themselves.”

25. There are three figures on a glass platform in Harrow’s office with three Egyptian gods but I don’t know them (someone help this girl out)

26. A crocodile head plated in gold is in the office which again points to Ammit.

27. Steven is inside a sarcophagus which is reminiscent of how Marc apparently used to keep this alter suppressed but it didn’t stay that way.

28. There is another sarcophagus which HAS TO contain Jake.

29. Taweret shows up, which was foreshadowed by the hippo plushies Donna made Steven pick up in Episode 1.

All right, that’s all I could find, and I would love some help in this regard so if you find something I didn’t, sound off please.

[toxinfox]

Exaltober, Days 2, 3, and 4: Light of the Unconquered, Shapechangers of Silver, Weavers of Starmetal

The Skalishaya Sisters

Born into a family of scavengers whose fortunes were made or broken by raiding tombs and uncovering artifacts, the three sisters Anjali, Kaveri, and Malati were scattered across Creation when the untimely (?) deaths of their parents Kirandir and Nakanadi caused them to lose track of each other until adulthood. 

Anjali Skalishaya, No Moon Lunar

Anjali, the eldest, was 19 and old enough to accompany her parents on that fateful trip to a long-forgotten manse in the deep East. Three mortals entered the manse. One Exalt left. Anjali, newly bereft and terrified of what her remaining family would think of what she’d become, wandered in the East for a time before encountering a circle of Solars, whom she worked with for many years, reclaiming the lost university of Sperimin/Mahalanka from Raksi, thwarting the schemes of a circle of Abyssals, and eventually encountering her Celestial mate, Rachna... (but that’s a whole other story!). 

Kaveri Shendo, Night Caste Solar

Too young to accompany their parents on the Eastern manse job, Kaveri, who was 10 years old at the time, and Malati, who was only 6, stayed behind with their Aunt Jindei and Uncle Ursho Shendo in Farhold while their parents and older sister Anjali ventured into the deep East. When months passed and no one returned from the expedition, it became clear that... no one ever would. 

Ursho was a Lookshyan soldier on leave, and had to return to Lookshy, so, rightly assuming the two girls were now orphans, he packed Kaveri and Malati up, and he and Jindei headed back to Lookshy with the two girls. While Malati was misplaced along the way, Kaveri grew up in Lookshy, receiving military training as an excellent archer. 

But when she accidentally uncovered a plot involving the highly dangerous Mourning Field just outside Lookshy’s southern gates, her efforts to investigate landed her whole family in trouble with the law. Her aunt and uncle were thrown in prison, and Kaveri was on the lam. Determined to stop whatever was going on, Kaveri did something bold and desperate: she broke into the bedroom of the Chumyo of Lookshy, forged a letter of pardon using the signet ring on the sleeping man’s finger, and then smuggled herself into the Nightwatch Citadel prison on the underside of a supply cart, intending to present the letter of pardon to the warden. She was moments from the warden’s door when she Exalted. 

Malati, the Resplendent Orchid, Chosen of Secrets

On the way back to Lookshy, the small family of aunt, uncle, and two young girls passed through Nexus. While making their way through a crowded market, Malati got separated from the rest of the family, and in spite of days of looking, was never found. Devastated but on a timetable, eventually, Ursho and Jindei had to stop looking and continue on to Lookshy with Kaveri. 

In truth, they never would have found Malati, because minutes after she’d been misplaced in the bustling market, she was snatched up by a Sidereal and taken to Yu Shan, where it was foretold that when she reached 18, she herself would Exalt as one of the favored of the Maidens, and her Fate looked bright indeed. 

Malati grew up in Yu Shan, and retained hazy memories of her parents and sisters. When she was a teenager, she entered into the training of an old and powerful master: Chejop Kejak himself. She was a brilliant martial artist even before she Exalted, and Kejak treated her like a favored pupil, but whenever she asked him about her family, he would say very little, other than that she should let them go-- as a Seneschal of the Maidens, she would have greater responsibilities than looking for a handful of mortals who wouldn’t remember her anyway. 

So of course, she she did finally Exalt, Malati read the Loom for herself to see if she could find out what had happened to her family. She found, of course, that her mother and father’s threads had snapped long ago, when she was a little girl. But the threads of her two sisters, Anjali and Kaveri.... burned a brilliant, shining gold and silver. They were Celestial Exalts. 

With Kejak’s Bronze Faction teachings feeling very heavy on her shoulders, Malati had a choice to make. Follow the philosophy of the man who had trained her and counseled her for a large portion of her young life... or find her sisters, her only living family, and see for herself if the Celestial Exalted really were that bad... 

[im-the-king-of-the-ocean]

Ok, I’ve been building onto this au in the background all day today and finally have a chance to sit and write it down.

aaand it's going under a cut bc I originally wrote it out in a doc and didn't realize how long it would be here.

Consider:

The Silver-Eyed Princes, Heirs to the Emperor. There’s been less than a handful of times when Oz has had children, but they have happened over the Myriad. These persons are notable for being particularly strong necromancers and their silver eyes. However, having an identifiable trait puts them in significant danger. None, up to the present, ever had children of their own.

(also silver eyes make for an interesting parallel to how everyone who sees Gideon’s golden ones and are in the know about Alecto immediately know about her)

The last prince, before Summer, happened so long ago that the exact details have been forgotten. Her name was Maria, and she attempted to strike out on her own, which caused a clash between her and Oz. Oz couldn’t bring himself to kill her, so he locked her away in the Tomb, where she has rested since.

(this may be a little ooc, but I really like your Maria idea so)

I’ll be honest, I don’t really want to get into the details of how Summer came about, or who her other parent was (sometimes your ace self just doesn’t want to imagine some characters doing some things), other than to say she did, and was raised in the Blood of Eden as a weapon (since she’d stand a stronger chance reaching the Tomb as an adult).

Summer meets both Raven and Taiyang during the clashes between Eden and the Empire (I’m thinking a similar poly situation to G1deon/Pyrrha Dve/Wake).

Raven, being one of the necromancer twins of the Ninth House, but not wanting to be trapped there, left with her cavalier, Taiyang, to engage in the fight (or Oz requested them, paralleling how he involved STRQ in rwby canon). Yang, then, happens sometime during this period and is likely left in the care of the Cohort while her parents go on missions.

Raven and Tai, at some point, likely at the behest of Oz, achieve Lyctorhood, though in a similar way to G1deon/Pyrrha, where Tai isn’t fully consumed. It ends up being what pushes Raven to deciding to seek out an alliance with Summer against Oz.

They plan on getting Summer to the Ninth, but somewhere along the way, a pregnancy happens. It’s too late to change the plan/they only have one shot at this, so the baby has to go along with Summer. Then, there’s only enough oxygen for one of them and Summer can’t bring herself to sacrifice her daughter even if it means her life’s mission.

Baby Ruby arrives on the Ninth to a very surprised Qrow, who was left behind by his sister to oversee their house in her absence. No one had a chance to fill him in on the plan. All he knows is this child is possibly his niece. He decides to raise her, and teach her necromancy when she shows signs of it.

Additionally

Penny in this au, as an artificial person, fascinates me, because how would she come about? In the Locked Tomb, both souls and bodies are tangibly manipulatable. The resources that would be available to Pietro wouldn’t necessarily just be mechanical.

My current thought is that Pietro, maybe on the Sixth, researched deep into souls being used in necromancy and figured out something he shouldn’t have (maybe something close to how Jod animated Ulysses and Titania in the first place). Pietro created a construct and gave it a soul (no one knows where he took the soul from and they don’t stop to ask before raiding his laboratory).

Though he was caught and his work destroyed, Pietro managed to send his creation away in an escape shuttle. And so, for the second time, only a few years after the first, a girl child lands on the Ninth.

Qrow is a little more hesitant about taking this one in, but Ruby will need a cavalier and he can’t just abandon the kid, so, it is what it is.

(No one suspects the Ninth’s adopted daughters’ origins. In the case of Ruby, Summer herself was seen as the danger, her having a child wasn’t a widely known fact, and, given his own relation to Ruby, Qrow isn’t about to reveal anything. In the case of Penny, Pietro made it look like she’d been destroyed, so no one would think to look for her.)

@yellowmagicalgirl

Going off the post yesterday, consider: Locked Tomb NnD au where Penny is Ruby’s cavalier, who sacrifices herself for Ruby like Gideon does for Harrow.

Overall, it would be a pretty straightforward au in terms of GtN’s narrative (Ozpin as a Jod figure could be interesting. I think maybe Cinder in Cytherea’s place?)

Admittedly I just really like the imagery of necromancer!Ruby and Penny works well for her protector, and don't have many more thoughts here.

Also, (and partly why I’m focusing on NnD here when I may have some continued thoughts later for the fake!necro Jaune/necro!ruby/cav!pyrrha angle)

Nona has been a point of inspiration for how I write Copper. Since Nona's also a character who's had a relatively short life, knows very little about the world, but has a lot of Plot Things going on around her that she's not entirely aware of, and is linked to two main characters. It's not a 1:1 comparison, but thinking back on how Tazmuir executed such a POV has been part of my considerations with Copper.

All this is to say, I find the concept of a full Locked Tomb au with the three of them deeply entertaining bc Reasons and wanted to share that thought

[mad-hatter-memes]

R/Rareinsults Roleplay Starters

Feel free to switch any pronouns or words. M/N means “muse name”

TW: Swearing and Threats

"Hey, you look like the doctor that doesn't recommend toothpaste"

"Close your eyes and imagine yourself being a more likeable person, and then open them and weep"

"You want to meet interesting people who are interested in you? Then make yourself interesting."

"What's it like being in a long distance relationship?"

"Should I look for a boyfriend or a sugar daddy?"

"Your offspring is off-putting"

"I will kick your ass so hard your vertebrae will pop out of your mouth one by one like a PEZ dispenser."

"The most powerful supercomputer can count for 1000 years and still not even begin to comprehend how much I don't fucking care."

"Forgive me, I stole your beard design to use it for a dress."

"You look like the villain from a low-budget Karate Kid knockoff"

"We are like two ships passing in the night, I'm like a sleek racing boat and you're a trash barge."

"You look like an albino rat"

"Dude, do I sound like corpse? What do you think?"

"Are you really gonna plug your show like an ad right in the middle of the vid?"

"You doing ok M/N? I saw it was 42°C"

"Your doggo is small, what does that say about you?"

"You're small, what does that say about your parents?"

"Mate, cancer could be cured tomorrow and your forehead would still be the biggest thing this week."

"Delete this, it's almost midnight. Not the shit I wanna see."

"Have they already raided Area 51?"

"Ah jayysus, me nanny looks better than you and she's in a bleedin' wooden onesie."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I accidentally disturb a Victorian era vampire?"

"Get back to your tomb you little light allergic shriveled shrimp"

"Why does your mustache look like the mountains preschoolers draw in their drawing class?"

"You're like a plunger, always bringing up old shit."

"If you were the trophy at the end of my race, I would walk backwards."

"Do I need to revive Caesar so you can practice using a fucking knife?"

"Fuck, Lemony Snicket, what Series of Unfortunate Events you been through you ugly fuck?"

"“You were a mistake, your father had a wet dream and yo mama rolled over”

“I’d rather drag my tits across a field a of stinging nettles and sit my bare ass on a pile of hot coals. But thanks.

“The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil.”

“I hope you get testicular cancer in the brain, dickhead.”

“You deserve to be sent back to the time of Nero, so you can be dipped in wax and turned into a human candle.”

“You deserve to go skydiving and land balls-first onto the Eiffel Tower”

“You deserve to go to bed but find both sides of your pillow warm”

"Bruh, you look like you killed the eternity of the M&M's family tree and used their skin as a trophy."

"You look like the character in movies who follows the mean girl around."

"I've seen white crayons more useful than you"

"I would take you to the movies, but they don't allow snacks in."

"Is your head just for decoration?"

[mrhyde-mrseek]

SCIENCE MOST SINISTER - PART EIGHT

For once, Holmes was content to allow someone else to do the explaining.

The House all surrounded Van Helsing in the study, waiting with varying degrees of patience for him to begin. Holmes held his pipe between his teeth but did not smoke it, holding the bowl with his fingertips and leaning forward with his elbow on his knee. The other hand drummed a staccato beat on the arm of the sofa as he watched Van Helsing expectantly.

At last, the aged professor cleared his throat with a guttural cough and began, “I suspect the most Gwen has ever told any of you of her life before joining us is that she is an American archeologist and Egyptologist, and was forced to suspend her career in the United States almost a year ago.”

A chorus of nods answered.

“What she did not tell you was why she came to England—or that she was nearly convicted of murder.”

The room erupted in shocked exclamations and confused murmurs. Holmes, too, was taken aback at the revelation—Van Helsing had told him that Gwen had been cursed, and that the curse was most likely the reason for the recent inexplicable goings-on, but he had not divulged that.

Van Helsing silenced them again with a raised hand. “There are some parts of her story that I cannot share for reasons regarding her own privacy, but what I can say will provide enough explanation.

“Less than two years previous, she and her fellow archeologists traveled to Cairo to search for the tomb of an ancient pharaoh, the name of whom she never told me for fear of it in itself being taboo. The tomb itself bore signs of once having been raided, but Gwen’s team paid no mind.

“Of the artifacts they brought back to New York, what intrigued her and her mentor the most was a pendant inscribed with hieroglyphs. As best as they could translate, the hieroglyphs bespoke a curse: anyone who took it from the pharaoh’s tomb would invoke the destruction of Sekhmet, and would meet death by a disease no doctor could cure.” (Jekyll made a choked sound at this.) “Gwen was disturbed by this threat, but her mentor payed it no mind—until he began exhibiting eerily similar symptoms to you, Jekyll.

“Gwen believes the people who raided the tomb before her excavation meant to take the pendant with them, but either dropped it or forgot it on their way out. Being the one to take it out of the tomb, the curse was instead passed to her.”

“So . . . what happened to her mentor?” the Time Traveller asked cautiously, as if scared of the answer.

“He died,” Van Helsing answered. “The doctors could find no reasonable explanation for his death, so they assumed Gwen was involved in it, having been with him when the symptoms first showed. To escape punishment for a crime she did not intentionally commit, she secretly boarded a ship bound for England. The rest you all know quite well.”

Holmes tapped the stem of the pipe against his teeth. “It sounds to me as though it was Gwen’s mentor who was cursed, and not her,” he pointed out.

Van Helsing shook his head. “I have looked into this a bit; although I have unearthed very little about the curse, as I understand, the bearer of the curse is condemned to inflict the disease on those around them.”

“Thus the reason Gwen has locked herself in her chamber—she doesn’t want to infect anyone else.” Van Helsing nodded in confirmation.

Watson gave a long sigh, head resting in his hand. “Poor girl,” he murmured mournfully. “No wonder she was so reluctant to tell us her story when she first came here.”

Holmes, however, was not satisfied with that answer. Too many questions were left unanswered still. Where did the well come from? Why did Jekyll only contract this disease after falling into it? How were they to explain the hallucinations and the earlier destruction to Jekyll’s laboratory?

And who was the Mastermind?

~•~

Holmes was still mulling over these questions some time later in his and Watson’s bedchamber. He stood alone in the middle of the floor, only half paying attention to the song his fingers played on his violin (in the middle of repeating the melody, he realized it was Arthur Sullivan’s “The Lost Chord”).

He recognized the footsteps coming through the door as Watson’s without even turning around. His assumption was confirmed when the doctor passed him to the bookcase of medical volumes in the corner, singing the lyrics almost too softly to be heard over the violin. He smiled to himself—though Watson was too humble to admit it, he had one of the loveliest voices Holmes had ever heard.

“I hope,” he said suddenly, lowering the instrument so he could speak, “you know you will find nothing new in there, seeing as you know all of those books cover to cover?”

“I do know that.” Watson flipped the pages of one book rapidly, before putting it atop the bookcase and reaching for another. “It is empty hope, I suppose.”

He made to put it back in the bookcase, but Holmes laid his hand on its faded grey cover before he could. Their eyes met, and as he had been a thousand times before, Holmes was struck once again by the warmth in Watson’s brown eyes, how the gold flecks in the irises sparked and glittered like embers from a blazing fire.

Then Watson’s gaze wavered. Startled, Holmes took a step back. “What is it?”

Watson opened his mouth, but no words came out. He tried again, and this time he said, “I should be able to help Gwen and Jekyll. But if Jekyll’s illness truly has no cure . . . I feel like I’ve failed him.”

“You have not failed him.” Watson’s fear and frustration was palpable, and Holmes now felt himself growing even more anxious. His hands steepled and he began tapping his fingertips together. Almost immediately, he felt the knot in his chest loosen. “You have not failed anyone. All this is is a mystery—one great, puzzling mystery.”

Watson attempted a halfhearted smile. “We have certainly dealt with our fair share of those.”

“My point exactly. This is hardly any different from the rest. Disregarding the inherently occult factor of this one, of course,” he added, which got a genuine smile out of the doctor.

“What do you plan to do, then?”

“At the moment, I am not sure.” But even as the words left his mouth, he did know.

Leaving Watson to preoccupy himself with his books, he went down to the hallway with the telephone. He had once briefly met with a solicitor while on a case, one of the multiple Watson had not bothered to publish, and he hoped the man would be of help now.

“Hello?” the man on the other end of the line said, sounding rather surprised at receiving the phone call.

“Are you Mr. Jonathan Harker?” asked Holmes.

“Yes, I am,” said the man tentatively.

“Mr. Harker, I am Mr. Holmes. I believe you assisted me in a similar way a handful of years ago—I was hoping you would help me look into the legal and historical background of the house I am currently in residence in. . . .”