#Also HEHEHEHEH I like this idea

[mossy-paws]

MAY I, STAND UNSHAKEN, ADMIST, ADMIST A CRASH OF WORLDS?

just copying that one other person from the previous ask, Seems like a fun game to just ask random lyrics and try and see you figure them out!

did I hear a thunder… did I hear you break, I can’t quite remember just what guided me this way.

[0m3n-0f-d3ath]

Happy snow leopard day!!

[narsh-poptarts]

Old Man* OC Poll

*"old man" being more of a vibe rather than any indication of gender

just wanted to do this for fun haha more info about these guys under the cut

Andromedus (he/she/they) - genderfluid wizard acting as (unwilling) mentor to Barnes, a young apprentice who would very much like to learn magic please. A grumpy misanthrope who loathes having to interact with other people and ESPECIALLY with other mages. She's an incredible stickler for rules and procedures surrounding magic, because they know a mistake can change the result into something unpredictable or even dangerous. Believes in the art of experimentation and doing it well. They dabble in all things potion, illusion, divination, and other Stereotypical Merlin-level Magic not specified. Despite a generally cold exterior, does have a heart of gold somewhere in there. Does genuinely care despite what most people might think, though the approach to this usually has a lack of compassion (except on rare occasions).

Belongs to my wizard+apprentice story I'm temporarily calling Cursed Apprentice (I'm so bad at titles)

Bartholemew "Art" Hykes (he/him) - chief forgemaster of the Carapace Knights, soldiers that don pieces of the large locusts and bugs that terrorize the land in an effort to fight back. The integration of these pieces into armor must be highly monitored to prevent a host take-over of the Knight, and Art is in charge of manufacturing these pieces to their perfection. Uses the nectar sourced from the Locusts to power the forges and after decades of work has gone blind from working so directly with it. A man of few words and fewer cares to give, can occasionally be found grumbling over the state of the world and how they're not ever in a position to be called "winning" against the locusts, but as long as he's got a job, there's not too much to complain about. Wishes the Carapace Knights would be a little less headstrong and worry more about how they're always at risk of being taken over by the Hive.

Belongs to my medieval dragon-slayer type story I'm temporarily calling Locust

Ulada Vertison (she/her) - one of the last remaining mechanics that has a fascination with tech from the old world and is willing to tinker with it along with the new. Was the one to repair the Robot and give it the ability to interact with the rest of the new world and sent it on its way. Has a penchant for stupid jokes and "positive attitudes", much to her assistant's chagrin. Approaches most things like a mad scientist with too much time on their hands and the soul of an old woman. (That is, diving head-first into experimental technology with a grin and emerging out the other side pinching the "experiment's" cheeks and checking to see if it eats enough). On the shorter side of stature, but that's okay, her large assistant has more than enough height for the two of them, he can be the one to fetch the stuff on the upper shelves (and the lower shelves, and the stuff from across the room, and hey also sweep the floor. She's got a bad back, don't you know!)

Belongs to my scifi post apocalyptic robot story I'm temporarily calling Mezzanine

[kodii-ak]

Pain

A comic about my chronic pain experience.

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 40/50: Mel and Jacqueline commit a felony; are caught and apprehended by the mutually agreed upon "hottest magibean alive"

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"Closed as well?" "So it would seem." "Damn! What is UP with that?! Why is every apothecary specializing in poisonous ingredients CLOSED?!?! Don't they know we have a guy to kill and also maybe even a whole ass cult, too?" "Apparently they didn't get the memo." "Oh! What about that one you and Lucy frequent?" "Beg pardon?" "You know! The apothecary with that lady you like—" "NO! Absolutely NOT. We will not be going there. God. Every time I go in there I leave absolutely mortified, and that's assuming I don't faint again." Jacqueline snorted, a hand quickly coming up and covering her mouth as Mel whipped around and glared, thunder rumbling in the distance. "Sorry, sorry! I just...AGAIN?!" "Well at least I am AWARE enough of my crush to faint about it." Jacqueline's shoulders fell as she hissed through clenched teeth. "Ouch. You cut deep, Mel. You cut real deep. It's cool though! I get it. Getting you to Lizzy to use your charm and good looks to score us some men-who-write-their-sevens-weird-ending poisons and then some is not plan A or B." "Or C or D and perhaps not even Z. Really? That was your plan?!" Jacqueline shrugged. "It was like, last ditch plan. I mean, the alternative is to wait but the longer we wait, the longer weird sevens guy is hitting up Luce and that simply won't do." "Absolutely not at all. God. Have you seen them? How he writes his sevens?" "YES! Jack showed me. It's so freaking WEIRD!" "Right? We simply cannot let this go on, I'm afraid. Hmm." Mel tapped her chin. "What to do, what to do..." "Okay. I've got one more idea," Jacqueline said, watching as Mel paced back and forth in a small circle, her skirt dripping a bit. Her brow was furrowed; she tapped her chin as she paced. "But I think you will like it even less." Mel stopped pacing. "Oh?" "Let's go see Chimera." Mel blanched. "Oh dear god. You want to go do what?!" "See Chimera! I mean, look, Mel. She's the poisons guy, right? You wanna get rid of someone, she's your go to." "You want me to go to someone objectively hotter than any other aforementioned apothecary to get the things we need to take care of this creep?" "She is pretty damn hot. I'd say like, top hottest magibeans for sure." "And what, you want to go and just knock on her door? Stop in for tea, a chat, and leave with a goodie bag of potions and poisons?" "Yes?" "No. Nope! Not at all. There is no way I'd survive that." "Well. You got me there. She is pretty terrifying. May actually kill us. Hmm. Okay, okay. Hear me out." "Oh, absolutely! Agreed." "Not what I meant but yeah, you're so right." "See? I'm already flubbing it up!" "Flubbing?" "Jacqueline!" "Sorry! Sorry. That's just a really fun word! I'm gonna steal that one. Flubbing. RIGHT! OKAY! Focusing." She took a deep breath in and squished her cheeks, taking a moment to compose herself. "Hear me out, Mel. What if we just...break and enter?" Mel looked visibly relieved. "Yes, yes. That I can do. I'll go fetch my harpoon and—" "Oh, no need! I think we can handle it sans harpoons." Winking, Jacqueline raised a glowing hand, wiggling her fingers. A conniving little smile spread across Mel's face as she lifted her own glowing hand in agreement, the pair of magibeans cackling into the night as they poofed, disappearing on the spot.

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Moments later, the pair of them stepped right over the walls with a snowy and watery assist. They landed on what looked to be plant free ground, the water pooling back into Mel's skirt as Jacqueline waved the snow onto hers, freezing it in place with a very brief clenched fist. Grinning, the pair high fived one another, sticking close as they wandered down the path. The deadly plants were gorgeous. Some of them stretched high above the pair, towering over the leafy poisonous plants. Poison ivy and oak twirled together, stinging nettle abound. The paths and gardens stretched on, beautiful deadly flowers dotting the greenery with blues and yellows and reds, some plants growing fruits and berry looking things that were, quite obviously, very poisonous. "Whoa." "Watch the nettle, Jacqueline." Jacqueline stepped back, keeping even closer to Mel. "Right, right. That's one of the little stingy bitches." "Quite stingy, actually. Now, let's see. Where did I put that list..." Mel patted herself up and down, reaching into her watery sleeves and letting out a little "A-ha!" as she pulled a slightly damp rolled up list out of the left one, unfurling it quickly with a deft flick of her wrist. "Right. Here's what we need to—" Mel looked up, finding herself face first in icicles and crunchy hair. "Jacqueline! A little warning next time you come to a dead stop—" "Uh..." Poking around Jacqueline's shoulder, Mel blanched. In front of them stood Chimera herself. She looked down at them (Blimey, she's tall, Mel thought), arms crossed, her face unamused. An ear twitched. Behind her, her snake tail poked around her, looking at the two of them in what may have been a perplexed way, or an annoyed way. "Dear lord. She's even hotter in person." "Mel!" "...I said that out loud, didn't I?" "You sure did." Jacqueline cleared her throat. "Hi! Chimera! Uh...fancy seeing you here?" She winced, scratching the back of her head. "Right. Well. I mean, it is your garden so..." She raised an eyebrow, hands moving to her hips. "Well, since Mel's being honest," (Mel herself colouring behind her snowy friend), "I may as well too." And, taking a very long, very deep breath in, Jacqueline launched full speed into the most rambling explanation possible. "So basically Mel and I need to kill a guy. He's been bothering Luce and he writes his sevens weird and she told us to not kill him but he writes his sevens weird, not to mention he's like, a HUGE creep. HUGE! Lucy was all "don't kill him he's just being nice" but Mel and I disagree. So we went hey, what about secret murder! Not as obvious murder? Lucy doesn't need to know, and BOOM! POISON! So off we fucked, but all the local places that have the poisonous shit we need were closed, so I suggested we come see you, but both Mel and I are super intimidated because you're like, one of the hottest magibeans we know of, so we thought it'd be easier to break in? To your garden? Of poisons?" "Is that so?" Mel and Jacqueline (the former still hiding behind the latter) shared a look between each other. A mutual shrug. Jacqueline turned back to Chimera. "Yeah, that about sums it up. He's really very creepy." "A grade-A creep," Mel added. "Who writes his sevens weird." "And basically STALKED the woman!" "So now we need to kill him." Chimera tilted her head. She let the two woman sweat for a bit before grinning. "You had me at kill a guy."

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So @lmelodie gave me this idea a HOT MINUTE ago and it ah, it has spiralled. It's one of three, y'all. This one was from LAST WEEK but between a visit home and the World's Slowest Cold, I wasn't able to post it proper until TODAY lmao.

I have also stolen @kscribbs's little guy ONCE AGAIN and she'll be hanging around for this lil trio of scrimbles once more, lol.

AND AS A BIG HUGE DISCLAIMER RE: THE LITTLE SMILEY SNIPPET: I HAVE 100% FUDGED WITH EVENTS OF MILLER'S LAW TO MAKE THIS SCENARIO WORK, AND I AM SURE BOTH MEL AND MERA MAY BE SLIGHTLY OOC, SO MY APOLOGIES FOR THAT. I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS, THOUGH, AND I HOPE YOU ALL DO/DID TOO. I AM HAVING A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS, TBH!

I just never considered the potential of these three? Hanging out? And then I did and. Well. Here we are!

Chimera was so fun to draw! I was staring at the sketch in awe after I finished it like "woah. I did pretty ok!"

I think she actually has stripes now? But I was using lmel's GORGEOUS art of the woman and neglected to cross check the recent Chimera post until AFTER the ink had dried so. SPOTS FOR NOW I SUPPOSE!

Anyway, enjoy! Stay healthy. Wash your hands, etc etc. It's like a bonafide swamp of sicknesses out there right now and I do NOT wish the World's Slowest Cold on ANYONE. It sucks. I thought I was better Monday, went to work Tuesday, came home and absolutely DIED. Been home since. Fingers crossed tomorrow is a healthy day! We're coming up on Turkey Day Weekend in Canada and I'd like to go see my family and drown myself in mashed potatoes without fucked up tastebuds 😎😎😎

[swordmaid]

having shri’iia thoughts as one does bc GUESS who’s save file completely died when the new patch came out nooo we have to replay her again 🤭 alas. just stewing on the thought of how she never got to fuck her Mistress even though she wanted to…!!!! like she was out there getting psychologically tortured and mind broken but she was just like WHY won’t you fuck me im literally doing everything for you. which is so bad for her, woman who already has an excruciatingly low self worth because she missed the mark on the standard for lolth’s children (and that’s worse than not fitting in the standard at all) by something out of her own control btw (not being born in a noble house) but she’s been recognised and blessed by her goddess, and she’s been invited to join a drow house so everything should be good right?? she should be desirable right?? finally everything is correct and well and good and the way it should be right????? but no..!! it’s not..!! and so she’s doing everything for this woman, no dignity left, literally doing anything to get her approval, to be told that she’s finally enough, and she’s finally fitting in - and she gets it sometimes, she gets ignored most times tbh and it’s just this painful excruciating stew of self loathing and insecurity that she’s in, and she’s in there for a century but the thing is she can’t even give up. it’s not in her nature to. and she’s done too much to just give up , and she’s been doing this for a long time that she can’t give up and lolth didn’t raise no quitters so she sticks by it, trying to achieve that hopeless praise. but then one day she gets dropped like nothing, everything she’s done and suffered and worked towards and sacrificed gets thrown out bc her goddess isn’t pleased with her and good luck going home btw you’re not welcome here anymore bc ur pathetic. the rug gets pulled under her feet and she’s left in this strange world that she can barely navigate in let alone speak the language and u expect her to b fine with that…?

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Alternate AU: Reluctant Allies

After losing everything he loved to a malicious and resentful alternate, Seth seeks refuge…from the last person he wanted.

TW: blood, injury, tending to said injuries, referenced character death

Notes: this is around 3,800 words. Also, this takes place literally right after THIS fic I posted a little while ago, and it’s referenced heavily here, so I recommend reading that one if you haven’t already.

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It was around 5:15 in the morning when Gabriel heard the knock at the door. Rapid, yet loud knocks coming from the front door, abruptly waking Gabriel up. They stirred, awakening before glancing at the clock hanging on the blue painted walls in their bedroom. They sighed, sitting up as they ran their fingers through their long, wavy, snow white hair. It felt a tad greasy compared to normal, meaning it was probably time to wash it again, and that they would do, if there wasn’t someone at their door.

They stood up out of bed, rubbing their eyes before taking a hair band off of their nightstand, tying their hair up in a ponytail as they walked to the bedroom door. They were still wearing their night clothes; a grey tank top and silk pants. Though they hated the thought of being seen in something unprofessional and lazily put together, they were too tired to care, especially if the person knocking downstairs was just some random person asking another dumb favor.

They walked down their wooden staircase, seeing the door in the darkness before they flipped the light switch. They groaned when they continued to hear knocking, storming towards the door with their brows furrowed. “I swear to the lord above,” They growled, their British accent not as soft sounding as it normally would have. They swung the door open, expecting to see another person just wasting their time for no good reason. “Do you have any idea what bloody time it—?”

They froze when they actually processed who they were looking at; the tall figure staring at them with dark, emotionless eyes. Gabriel could barely believe it as their tired eyes widened and their posture straightened. “…Greer?”

Seth was standing still, his head low and his messy hair partially draped over his haggard face. His breathing seemed heavy, though barely audible as he stood eerily still. He was covered in small bruises and cuts, partially covered by the dark grey tank top over his torso and the braces around his back and elbows. Blood was lightly splattered on his face, right under his right eye. Gabriel looked towards his left shoulder, seeing a large hole in it, which was oozing blood at a concerning rate. It would’ve been the most disturbing thing about his state if it weren’t for his stare; his blank, dead stare. Gabriel had never felt more uncomfortable from just a simple stare before. Whatever happened to him made him look as though he had his soul sucked out of his body.

“…What the hell happened to you…?” Gabriel asked, almost instinctually trying to conceal their worry.

The lack of a response was haunting, causing a shiver to run up Gabriel’s spine; they started to wonder if it was actually Seth they were staring at. The uncomfortable staring was interrupted when Seth collapsed onto the floor in front of Gabriel, forcing a surprised yelp out of their throat. Seth was barely conscious as Gabriel crouched down, lightly placing a hand on his back.

“Shit…shit…” They muttered to themself, looking back into their home before shaking their head, grabbing Seth’s arm and dragging him inside, trying their best not to think of the blood staining the wood floors. They closed the door behind them before rushing back to Seth, pushing him over, underestimating how heavy he was before finally turning him over onto his back.

Seth’s eyes were barely open, and his breathing was uneven and harsh. Gabriel could tell right away what was happening; he was suffering from blood loss. Gabriel quickly stood up, running to a closet, digging through it before taking out a medical kit. “God…fucking damn it,” They muttered as they crouched down next to Seth. “You couldn’t go to the fucking hospital instead?!”

Seth didn’t respond, barely even looking at them.

Gabriel rummaged through the kit, pulling out bandages, a needle and thread, and a pair of tweezers, along with a bottle of disinfectant. They looked back at Seth, taking in a few quick breaths as they prepared to get blood on them. The thought that they were about to get the blood of one of the worst people they ever met on their hands and clothes made them almost sick, but the thought of him dying was even worse. So despite everything, they decided they had to do what they needed to do.

Gabriel hesitantly removed Seth’s back brace, throwing it to the side before taking a pair of scissors and cutting his tank top, removing it to get to the wound easily. They discarded it as well before looking back at Seth. “Oh…god…” Luckily for Seth, the wound didn’t seem to be as deep as it appeared to be at first glance; however, he was still very lucky it didn’t hit an artery.

Gabriel stared at the wound, seeing something lodged in it. They took in a deep breath before grabbing the pair of tweezers and looked back at the wound, grimacing before slowly grabbing the shrapnel with it. Seth scowled when Gabriel made contact, kicking his foot out before slamming it against the ground. He moved slightly, causing Gabriel to push him back down. They pulled the shrapnel out, seeing what it was through the coating of blood on it; a piece of old metal. They just hoped it wouldn’t give Seth tetanus.

They checked for any more shrapnel stuck in the wound before they grabbed onto the bottle of disinfectant. They poured it onto a wash rag before looking Seth in the eye. “Now…brace yourself, this isn’t going to be pleasant…” They pressed the rag against the wound, immediately making Seth yell out in pain. He writhed around a bit as he screamed, once again forcing Gabriel to push him back onto the ground.

“Stay still, you bastard—” Gabriel said with furrowed brows as they continued to apply pressure to the wound. “Would you rather this, or die from an infection?”

Seth stared at them with an almost sad look in his eyes.

“…Don’t…answer that.” Gabriel said quietly.

Gabriel slowly removed the rag, seeing that it was soaked with blood. They moved it out of the way before grabbing onto the needle and thread. By God, they dreaded what they were about to do, but they supposed their hands couldn’t get any bloodier. “Okay…if you don’t stay still for this Greer, I’m going to knock you out myself.”

Gabriel held their breath as they started stitching up the wound, trying not to gag as they did so. To his credit, Seth did try to stay still, despite the searing pain in his shoulder. His jaw was clenched hard enough he felt as if his teeth would break, trying to suppress his own screams as he pushed through the pain. His breathing was harsh, his chest moving with every sharp breath. Gabriel closed the wound after an agonizing couple minutes, cutting the string with scissors before finally grabbing the bandages.

“You still with me?” Gabriel asked.

Seth glared at them, remaining silent, but he was clearly still conscious.

“Good.” Gabriel sighed. “Can…you sit up?”

Seth grimaced, groaning as he slowly sat up, allowing Gabriel to start wrapping the bandages over his shoulder and chest. He still appeared to be lightheaded, as he was swaying slightly as Gabriel covered up the wound. “What…happened to you?” They asked, their eyes showing genuine concern. Once again, Seth remained silent, instead giving them a pained stare, his heavy breathing being the only thing Gabriel heard from them. Past the pain however, Gabriel saw something else in his dark eyes; grief. That was until he fell backwards, falling unconscious as Gabriel’s calls to him faded away.

             When Seth woke up, he was greeted by a stinging pain in his shoulder and soreness all over his body, making it hard to move. He opened his eyes, seeing that he was in Gabriel’s living room, laying on the couch, which appeared to have some sort of tarp over it. He looked around, trying to get up but wincing when his shoulder stung. He glanced towards the front door, seeing various bottles of cleaner and towels, along with wood polish. Seth stared at the front door as he sat up, grimacing as he tried not to move his shoulder too much. He was tempted to just get up and leave, hoping he wouldn’t have to stay with Gabriel any longer than necessary, though after a shot of pain ran up from his knees when he tried to get up, he realized it wasn’t a great idea.

           “Oh…you’re awake.”

           Seth watched as Gabriel entered the room with a cup of tea in their hand; not for Seth, it seemed. They were wearing different clothes than a few hours earlier, being a white, button up shirt and a pair of black jeans. “I’m missing work for this, you know.” Gabriel said. “Oh, also; I had to throw out clothes because of you, so…I guess you owe me new silk pants.”

           Seth stared at them silently as they sat on an arm chair adjacent to him, taking a sip from their tea. “Alright, enough of that; are you actually going to tell me what the hell happened to you,” Gabriel leaned forward slightly. “Or are you going to keep staring at me like I’m stupid?”

           Seth’s brows furrowed slightly, though he still had the same blank stare.

           “You come to my house at five in the morning, bleeding profusely before you pass out in the foyer.” Gabriel stated. “That’s not something that just happens every Tuesday.”

           Seth stared at the ground, his silence starting to become frustrating to Gabriel. Gabriel sighed deeply, placing their cup on the coffee table in front of them before standing up. “Alright, fine, be like that.” They stated before walking out of the room. “Not even a thank you…”

           Seth could hear Gabriel going up the stairs as he stared at his feet. His right ear was still ringing, and it didn’t seem to be getting any quieter. He could see how dirty his jeans were, and he could see dirt and blood stuck to his boots. He still had blood on his face, but he knew it wasn’t his. He knew it wasn’t from one of his injuries. It was…

           Oh God.

           It was Sarah’s blood.

           Gabriel dropped something on the coffee table, making Seth flinch before he saw what it was. It was a pair of jeans and a plain grey shirt. “If you’re able to, please change,” Gabriel sighed. “I don’t want you walking around half naked, in filth.”

           Seth looked up at Gabriel, who seemed to be half disgusted, and half concerned by how disheveled he looked. Their brows furrowed, they eyes showing genuine worry before they shook their head and crossed their arms. “Ugh, are you going to say anything?” Gabriel questioned. “I demand answers. Why are you here? Why didn’t you go to the bloody hospital instead of making me patch you up? Where is the rest of your little posse—”

           “They’re gone.”

Seth’s voice rasped, and Gabriel could barely hear what he even said. When they heard the defeat in his voice, Gabriel immediately lowered their arms to their sides, their frustrated expression fading.

           “…Pardon?”

           “…They’re gone.” Seth repeated, a little louder as he stared at the ground.

           Gabriel’s irritation turned to worry as they watched Seth support his head with his hands, his elbows planted on his knees.

           “…What do you mean?” Gabriel asked softly, though they had a feeling they knew the answer.

           Seth went back to being silent, his face blocked by strands of his straight, filthy hair. For once, Gabriel understood the silence, and despite them desperately wanting to know more, part of them realized it wasn’t wise to pressure him to answer. They had never seen Seth so…empty. Normally he was either angry and pissed off, or making fun of Gabriel, or laughing sarcastically at Gabriel’s own jabs at him; however, there was nothing of the sort coming from him. It was as if he was nothing but a husk of his former self.

           Gabriel stood still, watching as Seth sat on the couch in silence. “You…want a cup of tea? Water?” They asked. When Seth didn’t answer, they decided to get him a drink anyway. They left the living room, walking into the kitchen before they grabbed a mug from their cabinet. Before they could pour anything into it however, a loud, gut wrenching scream came from the living room. They swung around, placing the mug on the counter before jogging back to the living room, seeing where the screams came from.

           Seth’s gloved hands were clasped on his hair, his leg bouncing as he yelled in pure mental anguish. Tears streamed down his face as he hit his head over and over with one of his hands, sobbing loudly as Gabriel stood in the doorway. Gabriel didn’t know what they could do, their mind blank whenever they tried to think of the right course of action.

           They carefully approached him, sitting beside him on the couch as they stared at him. “I’m…sorry.” Gabriel tried to place a hand on Seth’s shoulder, but as soon as they made contact, Seth slapped their hand away, staring at them with wide, watery eyes. Gabriel was surprised, flinching when Seth made eye contact with them. It almost looked like he was about to murder them with just a look, until his gaze softened and he turned away, his head lowering as he continued to cry.

           Gabriel wasn’t sure of what to say to him, instead sighing quietly and deciding to simply be with him for a while. They looked at Seth, unable to stop themselves from feeling sympathy towards him. In the back of their mind, they couldn’t help but think of how their floors were still stained with blood, and despite having washed their hands at least ten times, they still didn’t feel clean. However, for the first time in their life, they felt that Seth’s wellbeing was more important. It may take a while, but Gabriel couldn’t in good conscious leave him to suffer alone.

So they waited.

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             Gabriel pushed open the door to the guest bedroom, flicking the light switch before turning back to Seth, who was standing in the hallway. He was holding the clothes Gabriel handed him, and his eyes were vacantly staring through the door. It was a nice bedroom; much better than the storage space Seth slept in at the BPS headquarters. It even had a bed that wasn’t just a cot that was too small for his height.

“You can stay here for the time being,” Gabriel said. “At least until you’re back on your feet. Just…don’t make a mess. Now go get cleaned up, and don’t pop a stitch.” Gabriel watched as he walked into the room, and reached for the door, closing it behind him. They sighed before walking away, leaving Seth to get situated as they thought to themself.

They couldn’t believe they were letting that unhygienic, ugly man with a criminal record into their house; what would happen to their reputation if anyone found out? They were the lieutenant of the Mandela County Police Department for goodness sake, and they couldn’t afford to be seen with someone like Seth. If they weren’t half as empathetic as they were, they’d have left him outside to bleed on the curb.

Gabriel paused in the foyer of their home, thinking intently to themself after that string of thoughts. The fact that the thought of leaving him for dead even crossed their mind made them question themselves; god damn it, were they really that heartless? Would they really have let him die when they could have prevented it? Did they hate Seth that much? They were trying to protect people; it was their duty. Was Seth really the acception?

Gabriel shook their head, trying to rid themself of their train of thought. Seth wasn’t a good man, and they knew that for certain. Whatever he got himself and the poor young adults he drug into danger in was probably his fault. However, leaving him to die would’ve hung over their head for the rest of their life. So perhaps it would’ve been best for them to humor him, and give him the benefit of the doubt. Though, they hated to admit it; they felt bad for Seth. They refused to let the man himself know that however. Letting him stay at their house was the most hospitality Gabriel would give him.

 Seth stood in front of the sink in the upstairs bathroom, washing his face of the blood that made him nauseous just remembering it was there. His hair was down, no longer tied up in a barely put together bun. He stared at his hands as he supported himself on the sink, seeing how scarred and calloused they were now that his gloves were off. He glanced up, seeing the medicine cabinet on the wall in front of him. He was half glad full mirrors were banned along with the televisions; at least it meant he couldn’t look himself in the eye.

He was wearing the clothes Gabriel had lended him, realizing they weren’t necessarily his size. He didn’t really care much however; it just meant he had to shill out some money to get more clothes at some point. At least what he was wearing was covering up the bloody bandages. He sighed deeply, tiredly limping out of the bathroom and walking down the stairs. It was nearing 10:00, and he could see the light coming from the windows in the living room.

Seth glanced towards the couch when he made it to the doorway, seeing Gabriel removing the tarp that was on top of it, which was lightly spritzed with blood. Of course they put it there; it wasn’t surprising they cared about stains in their couch more than the comfort of someone who nearly died. Seth continued to watch before they paused.

“Did your mother ever tell you staring is rude?” Gabriel stated, not even looking back towards Seth.

Seth leaned against the doorway, his half-lidded glare pointed at Gabriel. He looked like he was trying to kill them without even touching them. Gabriel shook their head before they resumed folding up the tarp, sighing deeply. “Look, I’m just trying to clean up your mess.” They said. “The last thing I need right now is to be accused of murder due to blood being splattered everywhere.”

Seth simply stared at them before they continued speaking. “I suppose you wouldn’t understand.” They sighed, walking towards Seth before pausing right beside him, examining how unkempt he appeared. “It’s not like you care much about cleanliness anyway.” They walked away to presumably clean the tarp as Seth watched, his nose twitching slightly. He wasn’t in the mood for bickering, so despite him wanting to tell Gabriel how much of a vain bastard they were, he bit his tongue. He preferred to spend the little energy he had trying to suppress the immense sorrow he felt swelling in his chest. For someone who saved his life, Gabriel sure was being a dick about it.

Seth walked over to the couch, his shaking hand reaching into his pocket. He slid a small, laminated piece of paper out before staring at it through his exhausted eyes, which were still slightly red from over an hour of crying. His brows furrowed as he stared at the photo, his hand trembling ever so slightly. It hurt to look at it, but he couldn’t look away. It was his family.

Seth was at the furthest left of the picture, leaning down to be in frame and due to Cesar having his arm around his shoulders. Cesar was in the center, smiling widely in amusement at Seth’s false look of irritation. Finally, Sarah was standing at the right, leaning towards the other two. Seth remembered she had to hurry to get in the photo, racing the timer on the camera before it took the picture. She nearly tripped and fell, making Cesar laugh slightly. The photo was Sarah’s idea; wanting to commemorate Cesar as a new member, and also trying to emulate a family photo one would hang on the wall.

Seth thought the idea was silly back then, though so much has changed in the near full year since it was taken. Instead of looking at the photo with a warm feeling in his heart, it only made Seth’s stomach churn. He would’ve thrown it in the fireplace that was in front of him, watching the picture burn and turn to ash, but he couldn’t make himself do it. Instead, he laid on the couch, staring at the photo in silence, his eyes watering as he refused to look away. He started to think of the many things he could have done differently to change his family’s fate, but as he laid on the couch, he underestimated how tired he really was.

           Gabriel walked around the home, passing through the foyer, trying to desperately ignore the stains, before entering the living room with a cup of tea. They took in a deep breath, as if preparing for something. “Look, I was thinking, and I realized I may have been a bit harsh—” They paused when they saw that Seth was asleep, the man still clutching the photo in his hand. Gabriel quietly approached the couch, gently placing the cup onto a coaster on the coffee table.

They very carefully grabbed the photo, sliding it out of Seth’s hand before looking at it. Seth seemed…happy, even if he didn’t show it, and to their surprise, so did the other two members. They always figured he drug them into his business for no good reason, putting two young adults into danger needlessly. However…they all seemed so happy to simply be near each other. It was surprising, albeit confusing knowing Seth’s track record. Was he really capable of being a good leader?

Gabriel looked back down at Seth before placing the photo onto the table. They walked around the living room, shutting the curtains to block the bright sunlight from outside. Without a single word, they walked out of the room for a moment, only coming back when they retrieved something from the other room; a pale blue, knitted blanket. They threw the blanket over Seth, breathing out of their nose as they stared at the man on their couch. After a few moments they turned and walked away.

Hopefully he took a shower when he woke up; last thing Gabriel wanted was their things to smell weird.

[alrightbuckaroo]

have officially started writing the final chapter of time loop au

[gothsuguru]

i’m already outlining some parts of this fic omg like my excitement is through the roof i really wanna do this story justice 😭

[the1trueanon]

my dears my darlings my lil guys

im having Welcome Home thoughts again 👀

[enccrypted]

i will Never stop thinking about a potential cryptrev au/fic in the style of Venom where (because crypto has such a heavy body mods due to his neuro link) something happens. idk what. but revenant somehow manages to upload himself basically into cryptos head and now they just share that space :)

i can see that in a situation where they're already working together and he just knows crypto inside and out enough that it's just the Automatic response his programming follows to preserve itself. or a freak accident bcuz torres silva does not know wtf he is dealing with

they could wreak so much havoc. get so much done when it comes to the syndicate/hammond because not only are they more inconspicuous when revenant's just hiding away in a random human's body, but they'd be basically neural linked. like a pilot and titan bond but Worse and if yr titan was like a demon rampaging inside your head. their thoughts get intertwined, planning together gets infinitely easier when it's all happening in yr own head, and crypto might even get confused what his own thoughts are anymore

and also depending on whether or not they already have a dynamic and what kind of dynamic, revenant could torment crypto so much lmfao. revenant could drive him to do the Worst things

[ghostbeam]

When I’m done w my Halloween fics and my (possible) rin fic and bet on forever ch4 and I get to work on my little romcom fics it’s OVER

[deadtower]

Hi, g/t anon here again! I've been reading some of your fics and I was wondering about Tioga's nature and how they came to be in the first place, since the small summary/introduction to Cor Unum mentions they're a fragment of Giratina, but they're also Giratina themselves (if I'm not mistaken)?

I'm gonna read the rest of your fics soon and they might give me the answer I'm looking for, but whether they will or not I hope this ask finds you well and is a good opportunity to discuss your OC :D

VIBRATES EXCITEDLY AAAAA YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I CARE ABOUT MY BIG WURMY TIOGA AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH VOLO AND (STIMS VERY HAPPILY)

FAIR QUESTION okay so. arceus creates giratina. in cor unum world arceus doesn’t IMMEDIATELY banish giratina. they spend some time together first (this is outlined a little bit in the Eucharist chapter of Pater Peccavi). but then arceus does end up banishing giratina to the shattered world.

BUT. a split second before that. giratina fragments a piece of itself off so that it has some connection to the real world. it knows it’s not going to be able to do anything for a long time, especially with such a weak link, but it has to have someone on the other side it can connect to.

hence tioga.

so, basically, tioga is a fragment of giratina — a sliver, really — who doesn’t have any of giratina’s powers or memories and just spends literally 13.8 billion years wandering the world and not knowing why they’re there or what they’re waiting for. and then volo comes along.

volo does the same stuff he does in the game. meets giratina, receives the spooky plate, has his whole “i need to bring arceus down and make it pay for what it’s done to us” thing. the difference is that in cor unum he meets tioga, and neither of them know who tioga is, but volo kind of falls for this weird amnesiac wanderer, and tioga subconsciously knows this is the person they were supposed to meet all this time, but that’s all. so they join up and travel together (with the ginkgo guild) and find companionship in each other.

then. THEN. the events of the game happen. when volo and akari meet at the temple of sinnoh, volo is visited by arceus, who tries to kill him (a la Inimicus Dei). but because volo summoned giratina to the real world just before, giratina and tioga combined (volo doesn’t know this at first). giratina was only able to come to the real world because it had tioga there as a beacon/waystation/what have you. in the game, it’s insinuated volo fed it power to come to the real world, but i always thought that was so vague, i wish they would have shown him being like sick or exhausted all the time because there’s no way one measly human has enough power to bring a god to the real wold, a god that’s been locked in an alternate dimension for 13.8 billion years. just my thoughts. ANYWAY

so tioga and giratina fuse. tioga immediately regains all of giratina’s memories (since they’re the same being) and experiences and feels the crushing loneliness it felt all these years etc etc. saves volo. brings him back to the real world (arceus has him in that weird fucked-up world you face it in in the game proper). has an emotional breakdown because they think volo will find them repulsive now that he knows what they are. the rest of this you can find by reading Inimicus Dei so i won’t spoil it BUT that’s a little rundown of who they are and how they came to be!

tl;dr: giratina split tioga off from itself to maintain a link to the real world to be able to eventually recombine with them and exist in our dimension.

[spacebugarts]

Y'know I never really made a lot of self-inserts as a kid, most of my ocs just kinda existed in their own universe, but lately I've been making them for pretty much every new hyperfixation I get and tbh I Get It now. I'm making silly little guys and I'm putting them in Situations

[witchofthevale]

fun fact: this series... istg, takes bit by bit of my sanity and i love it

the real reason i made a masterlist is because i wanted to show off my pretty moodboards oop asgajaahahah

in hightower green— a masterlist.

The life and lies of the secondborn daughter of Viserys I, twin to Aegon Targaryen II, her rise to power and prominence, and her bountiful, sensational marriage to the King Jacaerys Velaryon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

For her crown, though no conqueror wore, was bathed in the shadows of the silent battles and wars she had won. For the Kingdom and for her lineage. Though she too wore many names, those that knew the stories— or the whispers — called her by others.

The Bastard Eater. The Kingmaker. The Spider. The Emerald Fire.

ONGOING, +18 MDNI | Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Targ!Reader, (Aegon's twin)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ please make note of the different TWs by each part ˊˎ˗ ↴🌸

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MAIN STORY (chronological order) ::;˚ ���♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

I. IN SCALES OF GREEN, DRESSED IN SEA | smut, angst = The honour-bound prince does not want you. Or so he tells himself.

II. IN CLOTH OF BLACK, BABE IN BLOOD | angst, smut = Through all your scheming— you had made a mistake. It is about to cost you everything.

III. IN BASTARDS OF BLUE, WAGER IN WAR | coming soon

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ ADDENDUM STORIES ˊˎ˗ ↴🌸

COLD FEET | fluff | coming soon

Message to be added to the taglist!

[ssahotchnerr]

can i request jack wanting reader to be his valentine? 🥹😭❤️

like, aaron had no idea & his son just totally steals his thunder (bc he’s been pining over reader, ofc lol) but he can’t even be mad? it’s just so sweet & cute!!! but ofc, aaron gets the girl in the end hehehehehe <3

something exhilarating

happy valentine's day <3 cw; bau!reader, mutual pining, fluff!!!!!

"jack!" you grinned as he rushed towards your desk, aaron following right behind him.

"happy valentine's day." he gushed, with newfound shyness you've never quite witnessed from him.

"happy valentine's day!" you grinned, getting up from your chair to crouch, allowing you to be more at his eye-level. "did you have a fun party at school today?"

jack nodded, rocking back and forth on his heels a bit. "we passed out valentines, played games and ate cookies and candy. but dad said i'm not allowed to have any more today. or else i'll never go to bed tonight."

"well." you looked up at aaron, who nodded amusedly. your mouth drew into a humorous yet sympathizing line, returning your gaze to jack. "i'm sure your dad is right."

jack shrugged and quickly changed the subject, holding his hand out. "i brought you a card."

"you did?" you blurted gently in surprise, taking the small valentine card from him.

"uh huh," the shyness returned, his big brown eyes looking as sweet as ever as he asked, "you'll be my valentine, won't you?"

"um i'd be completely honored." you agreed instantly, your speed of which and enthusiasm also prompting a smile above from aaron.

"cool!" jack beamed, throwing himself into you as a hug. once back on his feet, he reached for the ziploc clasped in aaron's hand. "dad, can i have the rest?"

"sorry about that," aaron chuckled once you stood up, the two of you watching jack bounce from desk to desk excitably, passing valentines out to the rest of the team. "he told me he was only passing out his cards."

"no worries. he made my day." you grinned, looking down and admiring the character valentine in your hand, which read 'you r2 cool'. "star wars huh?"

aaron nodded, naturally crossing his arms over his chest. "we scoured the entire valentine's day section for those. he's been really into it recently, all he wants to do is watch the movies."

you flipped the card over, reading both your and jack's name scribbled in his kid-like handwriting - it was adorable. "never seen them."

"oh c'mon," aaron laughed in disbelief, before his expression turned to a lighter stoic than usual, "seriously?"

"i swear." you admitted, a slightly embarrassed laugh shaking through you.

the two of you fell into a comfortable silence; still watching jack, both laughing gently as derek tossed him into the air (aaron did vocalize a careful warning). as you both stood there, there was a mutual, something you could only describe as a buzz, going back and forth between the two of you. something eager, exhilarating.

"maybe you could come over and watch them with us sometime."

aaron said it so nonchalantly, so naturally, you almost questioned if you heard him correctly. but yet, you knew you had. somehow, it just made perfect sense.

"i'd love that." you replied, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"and maybe," aaron paused, as if he needed just a bit more courage. "we could get dinner afterwards. you and me."

"i'd love that even more."