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bedtimescenarios · 4 months ago
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Periculum in mora- Part 1?
CW: implied threats, mentions of past abuse, mentions of violence, implied stalking, living weapon whump
Emory clutches the piece of paper so tightly they aren't sure it's still suitable for the evidence bag. If it weren't for the gloves on their hands, they're certain it would disintegrate under their sweat. Their gaze continues scanning the handwriting, which is too neat to be arranged into a sentence so awfully terrifying that they kind of wish they skipped first grade reading lessons. The words seem to pulse on the page, and their breath hitches as a twig cracks nearby.
"You okay?" Lauryn's voice sounds from behind them, and their head whips around to face her.
Emory swallows. When they got this job, they were nothing short of ecstatic- a well-recognized, highly respected detective role at the PD was everything they'd been working for. And they certainly hadn't expected to get it, not with their past, not after the trial. But when they received the acceptance e-mail, they knew they had a shot at catching him. At finally putting that bastard behind bars and reversing the roles after all that time. Still, they expected it to happen on their own terms. Not like this.
For a moment, Emory stares at the body sprawled out on the ground, eyes fixed on the jean pocket where they found the note, surprisingly clean compared to the crimson staining the rest of the scene. To say these recent murders have been brutal would be an understatement. They were carried out with the raw violence of a rabid lion, yet at the same time with incredible surgical precision to ensure prolonged unbearable pain. When Emory was assigned the case, they instantly shut down the possibility of their tormentor being behind them, despite a lingering feeling in the back of their mind that transposed into their nightmares. Now, as they hold that damned piece of paper, that feeling is winning.
Emory's icy eyes meet Lauryn's warm ones, and they step around the pale body and towards their colleague. They don't speak as they hand her the paper, and watch as her eyebrows furrow in confusion- of course she wouldn't know its significance. Why would she? This is so much deeper than its spelling, than its meaning.
Lauryn looks up, and Emory can distinguish a hint of worry on her face. It's something they see quite often- Lauryn is an exceptional detective, perhaps the best they know, but she can get overly involved in cases, not to mention ones so closely tied to her co-workers. Her empathy felt surreal during Emory's first few weeks at the department, especially after what they'd been taught for so long. She showed them what caring truly meant.
"Periculum in mora." Lauryn recites the contents slowly, as if testing the way they roll off her tongue, and Emory's jaw clenches. "Latin. I'll look up the meaning-"
She doesn't have time to reach for her phone because Emory's mouth outpaces them. "Danger in delay."
Lauryn's head tilts to the left, and Emory knows she's waiting for an explanation. A moment passes before they're sure they've composed themselves enough to speak. "He used to say it to me after I tried to run."
Their mind automatically completes the statement with the sound of the whip cracking against their back, their strangled cries contrasting his laugh. They don't share that with Lauryn.
Either way, the woman's frown deepens, small creases forming between her eyebrows. She's trying hard not to show pity, they can tell- they've told her that it's pointless countless times- but Emory can see it flash across her expression. With another look at the note, her nose flares slightly, and she takes in a deep breath.
"Do you think Hayes has something to do with this?" Her words seem calculated, almost as if she's scared of screwing up.
Emory hates it. They also hate how the name alone sends a shiver down their spine. Aden Hayes. Infamous leader of the hitmen network registered in police records as responsible for more than 296 kills. A quarter of which were reported by Emory after they ripped that chip out of their skin and ran until the soles of their feet were nearly detached and half of their wounds re-opened. That man, he's still out there- Emory has known that for a while, since the investigation's leads suddenly started dropping like flies- and now he knows where Emory works.
Emory instinctively runs a finger over the ragged scar on their palm, almost absentmindedly. They try not to recall the memory associated with it. "This is him."
Despite their unfocused gaze, they notice their colleague's body stiffening. "This might just be a coincidence, you know."
They wish that was true. Hell, they wish they could at least believe it, embrace the sweet bliss that is ignorance. They wish their mind didn't flash with images of blood and death and loss and so, so much pain. But that note... it's a taunt, and they know exactly what it means.
"It's him. And he's coming after me."
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cutewarlock · 5 months ago
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ekleipsi · 22 days ago
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he had planned ahead of time. made sure the other was out of the house when he started decorating (decor he had hidden for near weeks now). reds , purples , and blues in streamers was set up around their shared livingroom with the same shade of balloons scattered around or floating by string. the kitchen island held a cake , the shape of a chibi wolverine (the baker did an amazing job) and some candles , as well as a box and card.
the card held a simple note 'dinner for two at your favorite place and a massage.' phel was more than happy to take him where ever. but as the door opened a bit untimely does crimson eyes blink at the other , pink flourishing across his cheeks. he stood there before the cake a bit awkwardly , holding the lid to the box. and swiftly slapping it onto the present. he took a deep breath in , held the present firmly in hands as feet pad him towards partner. and simply. . . thrusts it towards the taller one.
inside contained a stuffie of Setts own , a little FUWA of his own. once ear of the FUWA is squeezed , a soft voice could be heard from the stuffie. Phels own. a specific message made only for the other. with pinks still painting expressionism , the musician is looking down shyly , lips merely mouthing 'happy birthday.'
--- It wasn't like Phel to all but push him out of the shared apartment, but it was fortunate enough for the mute that Sett had intended to leave for a while anyway. There was nothing better than working up a sweat for a big meal in the evening, right? The gym was bound to create a great atmosphere and all he was looking forward to- well, all he'd said he wanted for his birthday, was a big ass delicious dinner.
--- Not that companion had shared a time in which he needed to stay out and gone, so when he'd come back...in the midst of a seemingly special moment, orbs lighted in surprise at the decor strewn across the apartment. The rest of Heartsteel had called him earlier this morning, sharing a video chat to wish him a happy day but he was most looking forward to spending it with the slender man before him. Especially the moment he saw the flush of color spread from cheeks to neck.
--- A broadening grin split across his features, adjusting the eared cap upon his head before striding in smoothly to meet the padding feet of partner. He'd meant to scoop the other up and squeeze him in a tight hug, to open mouth and exclaim how wonderful and nice the decorations are, but the plush is instead shoved thrust into his grasp with little warning. ' Bit eager, huh? ' he teased with toothy grin, head tilting slightly, chuckling a bit as he gazed fondly at the Fuwa and just how charming it looked on its own.
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--- It took only another moment to realize that the ear needed squeezing for recorded message to be played. It...wasn't all that long ago, that Aphelios had needed the surgery on his throat and his vocal chords. Long enough for them to heal by now, but not so long that...they weren't dearly missed, not so long that Sett didn't remember the pleasant sound of his voice...when they'd first started dating. Before said voice was taken, even before he'd ever gotten to hear words that now ushered forth so sweetly from the Fuwa's plush box.
--- Mouth gaped open after a moment...his throat suddenly dry, fingers tightening into the plush. When had his eyes begun to sting like that? He was so fixed upon the plush that he'd nearly missed the way Phel was mouthing Happy Birthday to him; before squeezing the ear one more time, then two. Then once more after that. ' Phel... ' the single word, a bit hoarse, before he set the plush on the counter, next to the cake- as good as it looked, his arms circled slender hips before squeezing and lifting the shorter into his grasp.
--- Pulled flush against broad, firm chest, he pressed his forehead into Aphelios' own chest, feeling the steady thump and rhythm of heartbeat, inhaling slowly as he calmed himself down. The others heart...it always calmed him down. ' I love you too, Phel...Aphelios. I love you...so much... ' a mutter into cloth, into material, muffled by it and all for the best as his fingers tightened and bunched into the others shirt at the back, sniffing sharply.
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rebelichor · 5 months ago
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@soldier-lodbrok | X
The warning flew right over the armoured knights head, along with dangerous debris that had been caught up in her cyclonic mood.
That was the only way to describe it. This scene of horror and destruction was the outward representation of her own inner-storm of emotions, triggered by the presence of Emmanuel's branded dogs in men's clothing — witch hunters, the scourge of the Kinglands.
Ariadne's fisted hands tightened. Her leather gloves creaked, not that it would be heard over the chaos. Inhaling, she closed her eyes a long moment.
What she could hear were the thunderously loud thoughts of that knight.
Though she told him to run, he remained rooted in place. He meant good. He thought he was helping, reaching out to a monster without a care for his own safety.
She exhaled, and the pulse of her power lessened. Her silver hair raised in one final flutter, and then settled.
The storm seemed to pause. Remnants of a torn building hung in mid-air, an unnatural suspension, and then began to topple back to the earth all at once. The ground shook beneath them from multiple impacts, though they were stood in the centre, as though they were in the one invisible bubble of safety.
At a glance she seemed incredibly lucky. Unbelievably lucky. If one were to look harder... all signs of destruction led back to her.
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Ariadne opened her eyes once more, casting a sharp look at the large knight. It was like she hurled a silent accusation at him, a trait she had learned from the men in her life that were in positions of power. Her birth father. The dragon king, Jacob. The mystic king, Somnus. She didn't have to utter one word to convey her dissatisfaction.
"Why are you here?" she asked bluntly. He might not answer her truthfully, or at all, but it wasn't his out loud answer that she keenly listened for.
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hvneymelons · 2 months ago
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Closed Starter: @eclvpses at hospital
Analysis all done and sent to the lab, Dilara finished checking baby Fraser’s vitals. Delivering babies over the years had turned into one of the best feelings that she had ever felt. Whether it was the unavoidable emotional moment right before the head first popped out and a new life entered the world, or the fact that babies were so pure and untainted from the moment they’re born, amongst a thousand or so other options, she couldn’t really figure out the reasoning. All she knew was how easy it was to become attached if you weren’t careful, and over the years it only adds up.  Having had the nurses take care of the analysis and the basic check ups, Dilara could focus on chatting up with Dottie which was honestly one of her favorite part of the job along with playing with Fraser. She reached for the baby, holding him up on the examining table as she bounced him on his feet. “How has he been doing with feedings? Are we eating better now?”
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flamesofrebirths · 11 months ago
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( # FLAMESOFREBIRTHS ): A Phoenix [ φοῖνιξ phoinix | phoenix, phœnix, fenix ] is a long-lived bird that is cyclically regenerated or reborn. Associated with the sun, a phoenix obtains new life by arising from the ashes of its predecessor.
It is only a matter of time before the Twins are no more. The world marches ever closer to its end, and here we chase shadows. Tell me, Brother. Are our efforts in vain ?
Independent & Selective. Adored by Sam. Game Canon Compliant. Not Ultimania Compliant.
Currently on low activity
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LINKS. rules. about. headcanons. verses. promo. OTHER BLOGS. aerith gainsborough. locke cole. multimuse.
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ofengineers · 11 months ago
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( # OFENGINEERS ): The Enterprise is a mythril-powered ship designed by the father-daughter duo of Cid and Mid Telamon to serve as a "last hope for humanity" should all of Valisthea be lost to the Blight so they might sail to lands hitherto unknown.
This beauty's belly is filled with wonders the world isn't ready for. If the guilds caught wind of what we were up to, they'd all want a piece.
follows back from flamesofrebirths.
Independent & Selective. Adored by Sam. Game Canon Compliant. Not Ultimania Compliant.
This blog is not active anymore! Feel free to follow me on my other blogs if you want to interact ❤
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LINKS. rules. about. headcanons. verses. promo. ACTIVE BLOGS. joshua rosfield. aerith gainsborough. locke cole. multimuse.
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ricochetluv · 2 years ago
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@foxiams : ❛   hush
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𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆   𝐇𝐀𝐒   𝐈𝐓   𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍   𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐇𝐄'𝐒   afforded   himself   the   opportunity   of   being   away   -   no   longer   caged   to   the   frozen   wastes   of   belobog   and   the   class   divides   that   still   remained   in   the   wake   of   cocolia.   he's   known   and   seen   plenty,   certainly,   more   than   the   average   person   from-that-planet-he-definitely-is-absolutely-from,   but   there   is   nothing   quite   like   the   xianzhou   luofu   and   all   the   splendor   it   brings.   more   than   anything,   there   is   nothing   quite   like   the   profits   even   the   most   simple   of   items   here   will   turn   back   in   belobog,   or   the   profits   that   information   on   these...   zealous   immortals   could   turn   just   as   easily.   everything   was   sellable,   and   the   xianzhou   simply   further   proved   his   point.   
sampo   koski   was,   in   all   things,   extremely   good   at   what   he   did.   people,   no   matter   how   old,   were   puppets   to   be   manipulated,   and   his   foolish   and   cowardly   facade   worn   like   a   second   skin   that   had   melded   to   both   soul   and   personality.   but   he   was   smart,   wickedly   so,   and   always   -   almost   always,   was   he   the   fox   in   the   chicken   coop.   
but,   pun   fully   intended,   tingyun   was   whole-heartedly   in   the   process   of   outfoxing   him.   
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he'd   been   in   the   process   of   rambling   -   a   standard   behavior,   for   the   merchant   and   mercenary,   affable   charms   in   full   swing   as   he   peered   down   into   the   warm   pools   of   his   opponent's   large   eyes   and   offered   her   his   most   winning   smile.   what   was   he   even   trying   to   buy?   he   doesn't   remember.   he   thinks   she   might   be   saying   something   though   -   ah!   no,   he's   being   silenced.
surprisingly,   he   shuts   up,   jaw   clamping   shut   in   the   wake   of   one   small   and   petite   finger   and   a   near   pout   permeating   the   handsome   lines   of   his   face.   "   but-   "   he   begins,   and   yet   finds   that   nagging   finger   staring   at   him   still,   so   sampo's   frown   deepens   -   before   he   sighs,   slouching   forward   in   defeat.   "   rude.   "   comes   his   irate   mumbling,   "   sampo   koski �� speaks   only   words   of   wisdom   that   should   not   be   silenced.   "
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blorbologist · 2 months ago
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hey there's something about how in Zerxus' stained glass exposition, the Ring of Brass all look... subdued. remorseful.
Is this how he remembers them? At the end? Not the confident, powerful portraits we are presented with during Calamity?
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and of course, the missing sixth member (not depicted with the ring, separate from his friends...) with the Mace of the Black Crown vs his Holy Avenger...
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bookofvesper · 1 year ago
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@myownmvse sent...
"We need to go somewhere where we can get very, very drunk."
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Vesper blushed hotly, smirking at Muse's boldness and frankness. She liked them for those very reasons, despite Vesper's rather tame sense of fun or relaxing. Muse pushed her in ways she liked, ways that felt almost familiar to her...
Vesper dried her hands, the last of her share of dishes to wash finished. Muse was back here in the kitchens in offer to 'help' finish up the very last of Vesper's shift at the Inn. As long as she was awake for her shift tomorrow, and Ulf knew who she was with, he didn't much mind what she got up to. But the half orc worried about her.
"As long as it isn't here..." Vesper reminded Muse. Another rule of Ulf's and it made logical sense. She could drink here but if Muse was as wild as Vesper thought, getting drunk at her place of work was not something she wanted.
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chocolatebassrecipe · 2 months ago
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this came to me in my dream and i had to do it (drawing in a speed of light while i’m sick)
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squarecloud73 · 1 year ago
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*I worship you Tumblr don’t remove it
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Once upon a time
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delicioustarong · 3 months ago
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Their last conversation... anyways this is the "sweet moments" I was talking about LMAO
Creator: @honeqq
(6/7)
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 |
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flamesofrebirths · 1 year ago
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Tag drop!
🔥 i love you for giving me your eyes ( anabella | creatrix mea )
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months ago
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oh hey! i was reading a fic the other day where Wangji was once misspelled as Wangu. which leads me to: MDZS Pingu-style??? noot noot!
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Do you think love can bloom on the sea ice?
#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#digital art#Club penguin#ask#I've drawn a lot of strange crossovers for MDZS but this one really takes it up a notch#I saw this ask and thought “yeah why not. I've been meaning to do style studies. Let's experiment.”#And the moment my pen hit my tablet I was struck by the need to make it even worse.#Perhaps I am just nostalgic for club penguin and pengu but I think there is something magical about them holding hands.#Anyways I think younger WWX would have loved club penguin. It's the joy of the minigames and hanging out with your friends online.#Lan Wangji could never get past the fact the 'Ask your parent/guardian!' part of registration.#Either because he knew Lan Qiren would have said no *or* because he asked once and got turned down.#Lan Xichen probably was like 'Hey I can help you with that :)' to which LWJ said no because that was breaking the rules.#But if I *had* to put wangxian in a club penguin AU? Yeah 1000% it's LWJ as a mod and WWX as a notorious (nootorious) griefer.#WWX would be trying to speed run how fast he can get banned or how much he can get away with.#Getting removed and returning over and over earns him the 'necromancer of CP' title in the community. Loathed by many.#Meanwhile LWJ is about to seriously consider doxxing this guy just to get him to stop making his volunteer hobby less of a nightmare.#Cue 10 years later. They meet up on the ice flow on the last day before the servers get shut down. They have a genuine heart to heart.#Three years later on Club Penguin rewritten: two grown men decide to relive their childhood one more time.#Fate draws them to the same server.#I ask again. Do you think love can bloom on the digital sea ice?
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sparrowlucero · 3 months ago
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this is the iconic dinosaur horror jurassic park wishes it was
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#so there's this person on twitter who is like an infamous drama starter and got a whole forum shut down once#and they wrote this (different) book that's one of the greatest so bad it's good things i've ever read#a few great things that happen in that:#characters get in a car crash and flee on foot. later it's casually mentioned one character had both her legs amputated 'due to fractures'#the character pretending to be american by wearing maga hats that have spy gear built into them#the spy gear in question is an alarm that blares if someone lies in their vicinity#'stuff protocol ' said the queen. 'i'm getting hammered tonight'#the chapter where the prime minister is trying to watch the news so she keeps wandering into bars and tv shops and getting kicked out#the dragon that's casually described as 'about the size of 1000 elephants'#the dragon that's a 'dog dragon hybrid with a chihuahua body and a giant dragon head'#the dragon that's owner punched it in the face and only lets people approach if they 'do the iconic royal wave'#the characters being described as 'the short one' 'the guy with the beard' etc#but there being a lengthy detailed description of the characters in harry potter#'apparently a dragon had burnt essex to cinders in a matter of minutes'#anyways i found out they also wrote (a political parody of indiana jones???) for this book of kids short stories years ago#and you know. we needed to know#so it took me like 4 months to track this precious lost media down#which was very worth it because it turns out it's full of many other iconic gems like CELLAR HELL by Elizabeth Elgie (12)
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