#Goop!Rumple

[rumbelle-scream]

BELLE. BELLE. BELLE. BELLE.

AU-When Belle and Neal went to resurrect Rumplestiltskin, Neal unknowingly paid the price to bring him back. A life for a life. Desperate to save his son, Rumplestiltskin shares part of his life with him but instead of merging with his son- he separates himself into two parts giving up his will over the ‘Dark Curse’.

Now the curse, bearing a living form and mind of its own as an extension of it’s last inhabitant, is free to cause havoc and ill like it’s vile nature intends. Everyone fears that there is no way to stop this immortal force but the dark creature knows there is still one way for itself to be possibly eradicated- and that would be it’s object of obsession, Belle.

[pokestiltzkin]

Before I left Ilex Forest that morning, I paid my respects at the shrine.

The forest seemed more well-traversed than usual, and I even found someone within who was teaching the technique Headbutt, for knocking Pokémon out of trees. A useful technique for catching Pokémon, but I wonder... Maybe more traffic through the forest due to Rt.36 being blocked isn't necessarily a good thing if it disturbs the biome.

Well, I emerged on the north side on Rt.34, and saw Goldenrod City in the distance. I've never been, so this is quite exciting. On my way up the route I tried to avoid unecessary battles, but did befriend a Picnicker, Gina, who had come all the way from Kanto with her bulbasaur, and I also found a wild Ditto.

Ditto are amazing creatures. They are usually found around Rt.15 in Kanto, but there seems to be a colony here on Rt.34. You would think that with the ability to transform into anything, they'd outcompete everything, but in fact it's quite the opposite. As lobg there're other creatures there, a Ditto can fit practically any ecological niche! I named mine Goop, for obvious reasons.

Once I got to Goldenrod, I headed straight for the skyscraper department store. Someone passing New Bark once told me that the internationally shipped Lemonades they sell both here and in Kanto's Celadon City had the best ratio, most healing for your pokédollar, of any commercially available potion. I'd been saving my prize money from trainer battles specifically to stock up here.

I also stopped by the Goldenrod Science Center. There was another move tutor there, this time boasting Dragon Claw. I told him I'd come back if and when Cloud was ready. He may yet decide to fly home once his wings are healed. We'll see.

Also at the science center was a man looking to trade a ditto for a ditto. His, apparently, was a slightly different color. A ditto's color isn't much of a factor for me, so I happily made the trade, Goop for Sparkles. Goop wasn't with us for very long, but I miss them already. But I think Goop'll be well loved by their new trainer.

As I was exploring around the big city I found the Game Corner, and ducked inside. I found that they were selling Pokémon. Well, there were Pokémon available as prizes if you won enough coins. I didn't gamble, but the Abra were cheap enough that I could simply buy the coins and immediately flip them for an Abra. Curious, they were also giving away Bagon, and another Hoenn Pokémon, Spoink. I wonder if that's where Axel got his...

Say hello to the newest member of the team, Spoons the Abra!

He doesn't know many techniques, but all Abra can teleport! How cool is that? Now, between Grade the Diglett's Dig technique, and Spoons the Abra's Teleport, I'll never have to worry about how far I roam, or how deep underground! It truly is an amazing Pokémon planet we inhabit.

Abra being so cheap speaks to a great availability to find them nearby Goldenrod, which will be a good opportunity for Embers and Naesthes to stretch their special talents to the limit. Normally, trainers don't train against Abra in the wild, but if I can track them down, I'll bet my guys are fast enough to make good practice out of it, even if the wild Abra short-range teleport.

But all that's for later. I bought myself and my team a lunch, and we enjoyed it at Goldenrod's public beach.

More to follow; I plan on challenging Whitney for my third badge this afternoon.

- Kris

[dekujinsart]

Some Goop!Rumple I redrew from an older art that was the first art I posted on this blog. Goop will always be something I enjoy drawing far too much.

[dixkens]

Two FTH snippets today!

First for @anyawen - for a Panama Papers inspired Q/Felix fic w/ background Leverage crossover:

“What on earth are you wearing?” Bond asked Q.

“This?” Q asked, looking down at his polo shirt and rumpled khakis. “Standard techie uniform.”

“You look like ‘Jim from IT’,” said Bond.

Q rolled his eyes.

“And I hate what you’ve done with your hair,” said Felix. “But it’s perfect for your cover.”

“I hate what I’ve done with my hair,” said Q. “The amount of goop it took to slick it down straight like this was absurd.”

Bond shuddered. “Ready?”

“I am.”

--

And second, for @foxsoulcourt, a sequel to my series Q's Collection in which Q contacts Bond for help with an issue in the small town he retired to:

“What’s your plan for us?” asked Bond.

“You are prospective buyers, like the others, get your tour and go over some basic financials, nothing you both couldn’t do in your sleep. Then wait and see who approaches you next. You���re investors, not too flashy, but you need to look like you can be intimidated.”

Alec grinned his most feral grin and Gabe rolled his eyes. “I’m aware you’re both capable of it. You’re spies after all.”

James and Alec shared a look. They were amused by something. That was worrying.

“How familiar are you with American media, Q?” asked Alec.

“Hard to avoid it completely,” said Gabriel.

“But are you aware,” asked Bond, “That you’re asking us to participate in a Hallmark Christmas movie plot?”

Bloody hell, James was right. “It’s June,” said Gabriel desperately.

“So, we’ll have Christmas in July,” said Alec.

“And you’re the damsel in distress,” said James.

 “I’ll thank you to never say that again, Bond.”

It’s WIP Wednesday!

Post a line or three from a current WIP, and then tag @mi6-cafeso we can find and reblog it!

OR you can reblog this post with your WIP excerpt!

All ships, fandoms, and WIPs are welcome.

[the-l-spacer]

Ooo fic requests,,, how abouttt madeleine convincing espresso to take a day off to relax?

ao3

He really should have seen them sooner. The signs, pointing to the fact that something is amiss with Espresso. But as Madeleine sweeps up the stairs to the mage’s laboratory, situated two floors above Sparkling’s juice bar, he remains blissfully unaware of the uncharacteristic quiet of the stairwell, devoid of the usual distant crackling of electricity. He doesn’t notice that the hum of equipment, the bubbling and hissing of wildly coloured chemicals in little vials, the telltale scratch-scratch-scratch of Espresso’s quill on parchment, are absent as well.

Instead, he hums the chorus line of an old Republic cantata that had snuck into his head that morning. He balances the freshly-made scones, jam and cream in the crook of his right arm, the flasks of tea (for him) and coffee (for his boyfriend) in his left. And as he clears the last flight of steps, he certainly doesn’t register the musty smell of the room he stands outside, the scent of dust and stale coffee souring the air, as he bursts through the door, announcing heartily,

“Espresso! The hero of the hour has come to relieve you of your workaholism… with breakfast!” He brandishes the gifts — procured from the market that very morning — like they’re his sword and shield, flashes his trademark grin, and…

….and then he goes quiet.

Espresso sits (or rather, slumps) at his messy desk, head resting in both his hands. His carefully gelled up hair now falling in disheveled locks across his face. Slowly, thin fingers shift slightly to reveal a single, bloodshot eye, that regards the knight with disdain.

“Of course,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “As if things couldn’t get any worse, you show up.”

Madeleine blinks at the unexpected hurt the comment brings him. Yes, their early relationship was full of such... quips from Espresso, but more than half the time, Madeleine had deserved them. Now, after time spent trying to improve himself, stepping back to let others take the spotlight once in a while, not tying his worth to the adoration of the public (that was still a work in progress), he thought he’d gotten better. To hear his boyfriend say those same, biting words that characterised their interactions months prior, when all he’d done was say hello?

Something isn’t right.

“Well, that is to say, your work ethic is something I admire, of course, but you do tend to neglect yourself because of it.” Madeleine pads towards the desk, tries to find an uncluttered spot to set their breakfast down. “Hence, scones! Tear yourself away for a bit and eat them with me?”

Espresso’s finger twitches, and quite suddenly, Madeleine is sent stumbling back, a crackling magical barrier shooting up around the mage. “Leave, Knight-Commander,” Espresso says, “I’m in no mood to entertain your bumbling.”

Carefully, Madeleine sets down the packages on the floor. “Espresso. Are you well? Something about you seems… off, today.”

The Coffee mage, still unmoving at his desk, scoffs lightly. “Off? I’m fine. I was perfectly fine before you came along to distract me.”

Madeleine chances a glance around the room, at the crumpled up papers scattered across the floor, the dustbins filled with strange, foul-smelling goop, cups of half-drunk coffee set across every available surface.

“I do not think so,” he responds, gently as he can. “Something is troubling you, that much is clear. Let me help, Espresso.”

Espresso’s fists slam on the table, and the mage’s head snaps up, anger flashing in his eyes. “You’re not some white knight in shining armour, and you’re not a savior,” he snarls, “so stop trying to be one and leave. Me. Alone!” The barrier around him turns into a wave of Coffee Magic that sweeps across the lab, engulfing Madeleine in momentary pain.

Then, the room is silent once again.

Madeleine regards Espresso, head back in his hands. “Are you done?”

“Leave.”

He takes a breath, composes his next words, and speaks. “It’s true that I am none of those things, you’ve made that abundantly clear in the time we’ve known each other.” No response from Espresso, but for a slight exhalation of breath he chooses to interpret as amusement. He continues. “But I am your boyfriend. And while I may not be a saviour, I’m not foolish enough to let that stop me from caring about you. If caring means leaving you alone, then so be it. But I’ve left you alone for weeks now, and seeing you this way…”

He trails off, looking Espresso up and down. His robe had been long discarded, in favour of rumpled shirtsleeves, stained and singed, and the mage looks more exhausted than usual, if that is even possible.

“… So let me care about you. Please.”

As if a switch had been flipped, Espresso deflates, curling in, head falling from his hands to rest on the desk’s edge with a dull thud. His next words come slightly muffled from beneath the table.

“I’m sorry, it-”, They both wince at the rough, sarcastic tone. Espresso takes a shuddering breath, and Madeleine’s chest aches when he sees Espresso’s slight frame shake with the effort. He tries again, softer this time. “I’m sorry. It’s just. It's been-” his voice hitches. “It’s been a long day.”

And Madeleine is crouched at his side in an instant, rubbing soothing circles into his back. Espresso sighs, and leans against him.

“It’s the research grant for the Parfaedia Institute,” the words tumble out of him, “I have to develop a new spell, submit successful results as proof. Next year’s funding hinges on it but. But I-”

Madeleine leans on his shoulder. “It’s alright. You don’t need to say it if you don’t want to.

“No, it’s… it’s nothing. Just that none of my experiments have worked so far. I thought that if I simply buckled down and focused, everything would fall into place, like it had in the past. But the deadline is a week away and I’m no closer to a completed paper than I was a month ago. I.” Espresso shuts his eyes, fighting against the rising tears. ‘I don’t know what to do.”

Wordlessly, Madeleine straightens up, opens his arms.

Espresso gets out of his seat, wincing as blood rushes to his legs, and stumbles into his boyfriend’s embrace, the tension in his shoulders finally melting away.

“Madeleine, I need a day off, don’t I?” Espresso mutters, defeated, into his chest.”

The paladin chuckles. “I think you just might.”

“Had coffee an hour ago though. Probably wouldn’t be able to sleep, even if I tried.”

Madeleine breaks away gently. “How about some breakfast, to start? These scones aren’t going to eat themselves.”

For the first time in weeks, Espresso cracks a small smile. “Let me get cleaned up first?”

“Of course.”

“And Madeleine?” Espresso looks up at the knight.

“Hmm?”

“I’m sorry about earlier, truly. And… thank you.”

Madeleine smiles, too, and presses a soft kiss to Espresso’s forehead.

“Already forgiven, and thank you. For letting me take care of you.”

-

Later, they take breakfast together (slightly cold, but neither of them mind). Then, Madeleine takes Espresso’s hand, and pulls him out of his dark laboratory, to the sunlit Kingdom beyond.

If he was someone different, perhaps Madeleine would have pointed out the metaphor. But he’s far too busy trying to win a stuffed jelly horse for his boyfriend (currently riding a carousel bemusedly) to notice. Probably for the best, anyways.

[rumplpr]

Rumpl is featured on goop. 

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[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Sleep rumpled Draco 😍 I love your writing so so much

Hi there nonnie! 💖

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The things I do for my ex, Harry thought grumpily as he located the right building and climbed two floors. He'd had no intentions of starting his weekend by visiting a Slytherin lair. And yet here he was, knocking at a white door with a large, brass '4' on it, holding his breath as he wondered which of the two residents of the flat would open the door, Parkinson, Ginny's current girlfriend, or...Malfoy.

He honestly couldn't decide which one would be worse.

When there was no answer several seconds later, he knocked again, louder and harder this time.

"I'm fucking coming, goddammit!"

Malfoy.

Harry took a deep breath and braced himself. He hadn't seen Malfoy since the War. And here he was on a gorgeous Saturday morning knocking on his door so he could collect cramp-relieving potions from his ex girlfriend's current girlfriend.

The door swung open violently and Harry...blinked.

Malfoy stood there. He was still in his pyjamas. They were pale yellow and very soft looking. Malfoy's flaxen hair was a complete mess. He had white goop in the corners of both eyes. He had pillow marks on his left cheek. He was barefooted. His Dark Mark had faded to a dull, nearly transparent grey. His mouth was very, very pink.

Harry had not been prepared for this. He felt like he needed sufficient warning to face a sight like this one. He felt giddy and breathless.

A sleep rumpled Draco Malfoy apparently left him mouthing soundlessly like a goldfish while desperately willing his short-circuited brain to work.

Malfoy remained impressively impassive. "Yes?" he said, voice thick with sleep and slightly hoarse.

Harry gurgled in reply.

"I did not catch that," said Malfoy tonelessly.

"Ginny," Harry blurted.

Malfoy's mouth thinned and he raised one, long eyebrow. "From which angle do I resemble Ginevra fucking Weasley?"

Harry had a sudden, wild urge to reach out and swipe his thumb across Malfoy's full lower lip.

He didn't though. He just shook his head as though trying to get rid of a buzzing fly and then tried again, clearing his throat first. "Ginny sent me. She said Parkinson has some pain potions for her."

"So now you're your ex's errand boy?" Malfoy asked, with an air of honest interest. "I'm not even surprised, Potter."

Harry scowled. "Still an arsehole, then?" he said. "Good to know."

"Of course I still have an arsehole." Deadpan.

Harry spluttered. "N-no, I meant-- I wasn't talking about your-- I meant to call you an--"

The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched. "Breathe, Potter," he drawled. And then suddenly grinned.

Reaching up, Malfoy tousled his hair up some more, his fair hair falling into his sleep-heavy eyes and his mouth wet where he licked his lips and fuck but his pyjama top rode up and was that a fucking pierced navel Malfoy had?!

"Eyes up here, please," Malfoy said sombrely but Harry thought he looked very smug. He scowled at him again.

"Parkinson has some potions for Ginny, I need those now, thank you," he rambled.

"Pansy's out picking up breakfast," said Malfoy shortly. For a moment, Harry was sure Malfoy was about to slam the door shut on his face. "I do have those potions you need right here, though." Malfoy reached for a little paper bag on the console table near the door.

Harry accepted the proffered bag. He did not want to leave yet. Malfoy was very, very pretty and Harry was still digesting this realisation.

"I-- how do you know these are the ones?" Harry asked, holding up the bag.

"Because Pansy told me she'd leave them here for you to pick up," Malfoy replied calmly.

"How-- how do you know she has the right potions in here?" Harry babbled.

"Because I brewed them."

Silence.

Harry was sure he now resembled a troll or something. "Oh."

"Anything else I can help you with, Potter?" Malfoy asked, smiling.

Smiling.

Just ask him out, screamed a rather crazed voice in his head. Just ask him out to coffee.

He's going to laugh in your face and then write to the Prophet if you do that, said a different voice.

Just kiss him, said a third voice, sounding decidedly hysterical.

Coffee, screamed the first voice.

Lifelong embarrassment, bellowed the second.

Grab his arse, shrieked the third voice.

"Potter?"

"Grab your coffee!" shouted Harry.

Malfoy looked completely flummoxed. "Huh?"

Fuck!

"Gotta go!" heaved Harry and turning around, clattered down the stairs at top speed.

He was almost at the ground floor when--

"Potter!"

Harry looked up and saw Malfoy's head sticking out over the bannister. He was grinning.

"Coffee sounds good," Malfoy called and Harry missed a step and stumbled down, arms flailing wildly as be caught his balance.

"Oh?" he called up and Malfoy nodded, still grinning. Harry grinned back. "Five PM?" he asked and Malfoy nodded again.

"You can totally grab my...coffee then, Potter," he said wickedly. And then his head disappeared and Harry heard the door close and had to focus very hard on breathing.

[teaespensonawards]

OUR 2021 T.E.A. WINNERS!

Congratulations, winners of the 2021 T.E.A.s! 

Congratulations to everyone who managed to create anything during 2020, honestly. Last year was some... mmmmm... don’t want another one of those years. Yeah.

We would like to thank everyone who participated in this year’s T.E.A. event! And thank you, creators of all of the fanworks in the Rumbelle fandom. You’re the ones who make this event possible in the first place, simply by creating the works that we flail over. Creators, enjoyers, Rumbelle lovers - thank you all for being this fandom.

(Note: if there are any works on this list that you want to read or have a nice, long gander at, the mods of the RumbelleTEAs.com site work hard all T.E.A. season to gather and tag them for your convenience. And as long as we’re here, please think about leaving comments. Not just on the winners’ works. On every piece of Rumbelle fanwork that you enjoy. Comments are happy-making and help to feed those hungry, hungry muses.)

Now, ado done, please click through the read-more to see this year’s winners!!

FLUFF

Family - The Long Road Home, by @jackabelle73

Comfort - Love is Purple, by @xiolaperry

Fix-It - If Tomorrow Never Comes, by @mariequitecontrarie

Reunion - Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Child Fic - The Safest Place, by @thestraggletag

SMUT

Kink - In Lovelier Colours, by @mareyshelley

Romance - Creature Instincts, by @thestraggletag

Threesome - Much More Than This, by @killingkueen

Best First Time - Undone, by @nerdrumple

PWP - The Ninth Button, by @maplesyrupao3

BDSM - Golden Cuffs, by @kelyon

ANGST

Why? - Cogs, by @maplesyrupao3

Death - Would You Care to Dance, by @mrs-stiltskin

Hurts So Good - Hope is a Thing with Feathers, by @theendangeredslug

ROMANCE

Best Date (Overall) - The Attorneys Paralegal, by Wandering_Willow

Best Courtship - Kiss, by @nerdrumple

Best First Meeting - Heatstroke, by @emospritelet

Best Bathing Scene - The Black Veil, by @mareyshelley

GENERAL AWARDS

Best One-Shot - Distractions, by @thestraggletag

Best Drabble - In Death, by @timelordthirteen

Best Post-Ep Fic - Our Better Decisions, by @theoneandonlylittlebird

Best Comedy Fic - Walk of Shame, by @timelordthirteen

Best Movie AU - What You’d Thought Lost is There to be Found, by @deliriumsdelight7

Best Book AU - Around the World in 80 Days, by Megara_Bee

Best TV AU - Awake, by @peacehopeandrats

Best Historical AU - Endless, by @mareyshelley

Best AU - Intended, by @maplesyrupao3

Best AU!OUAT - Marbled, by @worryinglyinnocent

Best Series - I Must Be Warmer Now ‘verse, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Novel Length Fic - The Contract, by Wandering_Willow

Best Holiday Fic - Alabama, Arkansas, by @timelordthirteen

Best Remix - In the Right Measure, by @bad-faery

Best Crossover Fic - Date Night, by @peacehopeandrats

Best Dark Castle - With Rue and Beauty, by @mareyshelley

Best Storybrooke - Golden Rings, by @kelyon

Best Travel - La Chacarita, by @thestraggletag

SPECIAL CATEGORIES

Best Golden Lace - Lipstick Kisses, by @mareyshelley

Best Woven Lace - In From the Cold, by @mrs-stiltskin

Best Woven Beauty - The World Didn’t End, by @timelordthirteen

Best Background Swanfire - What You’d Thought Lost is There to be Found, by @deliriumsdelight7

Best Side Pairing - Undone (Ruby/Archie), by @nerdrumple

Best Supernatural - The Black Veil, by @mareyshelley

Best Sci-Fi - Dark Sight, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Horror - Promised, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Creature AU - The Deepest Roots, by @mareyshelley

Forgotten Gem - Alone in My Tower, by @spottytonguedog​

Best Pandemic/Quarantine Fic - Desperation, by @emospritelet

EVENTS

Rumbelle Secret Santa - There’s Snow Place Like Home, by @killingkueen

Rumbelle Christmas in July - Dark Spring, by @nerdrumple

Fluffapalooza - Love is Purple, by @xiolaperry

Monthly Rumbelle (Non-smut) - Speak of the Devil, by @worryinglyinnocent

Monthly Rumbelle (Smut) - The Trouble with Bikinis, by @worryinglyinnocent

Rumbelle is Hope - An Appreciation of Brownie Batter, by @worryinglyinnocent

CHARACTER AWARDS

Best Belle - Promised, by @maplesyrupao3

Best Dark One!Belle - The Spinner in Chains, by @mrs-stiltskin

Best AU Belle - The Deepest Roots, by @mareyshelley

Best Lacey - Lipstick Kisses, by @mareyshelley

Best Spinner!Rumple - Masters of Destiny, by @deliriumsdelight7

Best (Worst) Villain - The Piano, by @xiolaperry

Best BFF/Wingman - The Wingman (Charming/David), by @thatravenclawbitch

ART

Best Fan Art - Rumple and Belle in Gold and Blue, by @vayuvayu

Best Graphic Art (GIFs) - Color, Brilliance, and Strangeness, by @ifishouldvanish

Best Graphic Art (Still Images) - Lust, by @virgidearie

Best AU in Art - The Library, by @virgidearie

Best Fluff Art - Dark Castle, magic mishap, and blankets, by @jenitosam

Best Angsty Art - The Sutherlands AU, by @desperatemurph

Best Smutty Art - Weaver and Lacey Getting Kinky, by @virgidearie

Best Comic/Graphic Novel - Ogilvelle AU, by @desperatemurph

Best Dark One Form - Real Inside Rumple Holding Belle Back, by @dekujin

Best Use of Color - Goop!Rumple, by @dekujin

Best Artist - @staypee

Best New Artist - @vayuvayu

BEST OVERALLS

Best Author - @timelordthirteen

Best New Author - @deliriumsdelight7

Best Rumbelle Fic - Keys to the Cell, by @emospritelet

Best Anyelle Fic - Breaking Cycles, by @deliriumsdelight7

Best Anyem Fic - Social Distancing, by @emospritelet

Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award

Each year, the Rumbelle Fandom Lifetime Achievement Award goes to a person who has done something spectacular in the fandom. Either by making people feel welcome, organizing events, or simply embodying the Rumbelle fandom as a whole. This year, the Lifetime Achievement Award goes to…

@ifishouldvanish

And last, but definitely not least...

Newbie Spotlight

@deliriumsdelight7​

@reolf

@vayuvayu

@trash-000

@dekayingtree

Welcome, new Rumbellers, to our delightfully and spectacularly filthy little corner of the fandom!!

[maxbegone]

maxbegone’s january fic recs

You Have No Home, You Have No Walls by odofidi

David returns home to Schitt's Creek after a ten year absence for his sister's wedding where he is forced to face not only the reasons he left in the first place, but the mistakes that he's made along the way.

Room Three by @blueink3

“Um, where are we going?” His voice is rough and he’ll need a lengthy spa manicure in Elmdale to fix the way he’s mangling his cuticles.

“Thought we could use some alone time,” Patrick replies, eyes never leaving the road. There’s something odd in his tone. Casual. Controlled.  

“Oh.” 'Alone time' is usually the prelude to a seduction, but David isn’t feeling particularly sexy at the moment.

Or, another installment of the Sex Motel series. Takes place after the robbery in 5x02.

between love everlasting and meaningless rhyme by @my-nameless-bliss

Patrick loves waking up. It’s the absolute worst a person can possibly be, and it’s unavoidable. Bad breath and ruined hair and rumpled clothes and goop-crusted eyes and maybe some morning wood, just to kill that last shred of dignity. It’s messy, and it feels ugly, and Patrick loves it. He loves it. He loves getting to feel gross, imperfect in a way that can’t be helped. He loves being trusted with the vulnerability of getting to see it, being given the worst, the most artless a person can be. Patrick has always known that there’s nothing more beautiful than watching someone sleep next to him, nothing better than the feeling of waking up with them in the morning.

He is so, so unprepared for the feeling of waking up next to David Rose.

Dear Diary by MoreHuman

Oh my GOD, did I really just write “Dear Diary” like some kind of cliché? Who am I, Anne of Green Gables? Bridget Jones???

Or: One time Alexis did a book report on David’s diary. This is that diary.

The Diary of David Rose: A Book Report by Alexis Rose by @icmezzo

The Diary of David Rose: A Book Report by Alexis Rose

April 8, 2003 English II: Contemporary Literature Mrs. Swanson (Grade 10)

The Origin is You by @agoodpersonrose

Looking back, Patrick thinks that meeting David; that first touch of flesh against flesh. That may have been the closest thing to religion that he has ever felt.

A look into Patrick’s relationship with his Christianity.

Where the Real Road Lies by @unfolded73

Twenty-two years into their marriage, David is diagnosed with early-onset dementia. He and Patrick attempt to navigate what that means for their lives.

He Sees You by Distractivate

“Do you wear a lot of blue?” she asks. Cindy, her name tag says.

She hands Patrick a pair of dark gray wire-frame glasses which he slides on until they hook behind his ears. And it’s not like—well everyone who knows him knows he likes blue. But he feels a little unsettled that this stranger picks up on it, like at she can see his whole life contained within the frames around his eyes.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so,” Patrick says, taking them off again. This pair, like all the others she has given him, is exactly right and completely wrong.

Or, Patrick gets glasses and thinks about identity. David helps.

Heart of Gold by barelypink

Or David is a hooker with a heart of gold, AKA the Pretty Woman AU you never knew you wanted. Canon compliant up through season one. Instead of running out of gas at the Amish farm when fleeing Schitt’s Creek, David makes it to NYC where he becomes a high-end escort in order to make ends meet. He’s the consummate professional until he meets Patrick Brewer and takes a chance on his own fairy tale.

Traded out for something new by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

And it’s… weird to think about. Having kids and getting married and being an adult is all some vaguely terrifying, nebulous future that Patrick tries not to look at very hard. When he thinks about having a wife and a child and a white picket fence, it’s all a little hazy, like he’s trying to look at it through the fog of something that won’t quite clear. Or, five times Patrick thinks about whether he wants kids, and one time he doesn't have to think about it.

** If by some chance I missed an author’s tumblr or tagged them incorrectly, please let me know!

[borkthemork]

Anne had thought numerous ways to talk her way out of this. In the same vein, she tried to give excuses as to why her clothes littered the floor when the pantry was just right there and why her mother tripped on socks during her commute to the living room.

And in angering her mother Anne needed to do the chores. And in doing the chores, she learned a lesson. Somehow. Maybe. It was honest work, she guessed.

Her mom could be a buzzkill sometimes. One little mistake, boom — she got chores. One little complaint, boom — a lecture.

Now, that didn't mean she hated her mom; Anne loved her mom as much as the next random teen, but stupid rules were stupid rules and Anne made a habit to complain about it.

And that idea continued for quite some time.

Somewhere in the trimester, Anne had disappeared.

In that span of seven months, she learned where the pantry was. It was located in a neat corner — between the hallway and the wooden staircase climbing up to the second and third floors. She remembered where the pantry was, told numerous times how important it was to have some form of routine, and Anne went with it.

And if she didn’t then the environment forced her to care.

The swampy air made her toes curl. The random bugs skittering to and from the floor made her bite back throw-up. Bone-thirsty moths were told to stalk for random, unprotected clothes and to ultimately suck a frog’s bones clean if they had the chance.

So yeah, Anne decided early on that her shirts needed to be bunched up in her backpack, and if not, Hop Pop was forced to teach her the so-called "family tradition of laundry folding".

After all, Anne, Hop Pop told her throughout. You're part of the family now, and as family, you gotta account yourself.

At six a.m. there came no welcome call after she pulled herself from bed. No pad krapow breakfast smells. No questions about classes or what she planned to do today with her friends. What instead welcomed her was another bug on her foot, and her adopted brother yelling into her ear about another week of farm work.

No Thai. No clean kitchen tile. No fresh rice. Her plate instead harbored worms wriggling in a green-goop stew, of rambunctious laughter from pollywog to pink, tiny frog to the elder at the ugly pot he stirred. And the frog family encouraged her to drink her mug of chocopede — not too fast, not too slow — and told her to get dressed before their family outing. And at that point, she didn’t need to worry about rumpled hand-me-downs.

Seven months of this. Seven months of walking and moving and hopping.

On the road, her hands grown used to washing her attire in a river than by laundromat. She distinguished the blacks from the whites. She agonized over saltwater and how Newtopia had the best cleaning services by a landslide.

Laziness came and went. The routine got disrupted by man-eating snakes or crusty vagabond shows. And apparently being tired with ice cream tubs was a lot better than drying bras while crying over betrayal and lies, who knew?

Anne could say that she changed somehow. She didn't know how to describe the feeling, but Anne wanted to believe that people liked her more and that she liked them back. Maybe some friendship lessons. Some moral stuff that talked about bonding, forgiveness, lots about being who Anne wanted to be.

Almost as if her life was some kid's cartoon.

But she accepted this change. She accepted that friends weren't supposed to make a friend weep, nor held secrets, nor duked a friend out on an exploding tower before plummeting to their death.

And this knowledge held quick. She pressed it close to her chest, tried to store it away with an imaginary key, and all that she'd done led her back to where she wanted to be:

In her room, a nightcap on her head, the Plantar family jumping around and inspecting everything they could about her: About the boba stamps below her inclined ceiling, the aircon expelling cold from the corner, or the glow-in-the-dark stars lighting a sleepy pathway to her bed.

Anne Boonchuy paced herself. Her feet drifted, almost dream-like. She inspected her closet, at how Sprig zoomed and jumped into different colored sweaters and jeans and got caught up in her hair ties like netting; at how Polly stared real hard at the dark monitor of her laptop, not plugged in in the slightest; or Hop Pop's inspection of the shelf decor, of the massive ‘A’ that accompanied her many varsity trophies and kitten memorabilia.

But she didn’t take too long to engage with them, only a few seconds at most.

Priorities. Priorities. It was funny how out of all the things Anne could focus on, the first thing that truly came to her attention was the rumpled clothes. The blues and greens and greys and pinks that hung on her storage chest like leeches, or the shirts that scattered the carpet floor like bed mites.

With careful hands, she folded each article neatly into crisp squares. With a small yawn, she threw them into the hamper, bit by bit, piece by piece.

On the last shirt, Anne grinned her face off as she bunched her boy band merch into a basketball, and lobbed it toward the goal.

Booyah, a clean shot.

[dekujin]

This is a very random idea that just occurred to me, but imagine a little goo!Rumple without a host and in need of a faster way to get around then his goo-y self can go, and he stumbles across an animatronic!

Oooh!! There are so many ways that prompt can go that I couldn't decide on which exact one. From this though I first imagined Robostiltskin as just a life less animatronic at Avonlea and hostless Goop!Rumple manages to get to it as this is exactly like his true form, as if made for him.

Belle who works at Avonlea or visits a lot notices the sudden change in the animatronic and eventually uncovers it is, no, he is alive somehow!

That or poor regular Robostiltskin finding a stange goop thing/entity that looks a lot like him hiding in his body and attempting to use it. Poor SecurityGuard!Belle would be at such a loss on how to deal with two imp Rumples in one. XD

The first one kind of is a parallel to Ennard in Sister Location which is interesting to think about.

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Amsterdam Chapter 120

Gwen held her breath as the organic matrix in front of her shivered. Would it hold? Would it break apart? Could she possibly have—

The matrix gave one last shudder and turned to sludge and she glared at the goop as she reached under her glasses to rub her eyes. That last iteration should have worked. It had almost worked. Now she had to figure out which variable was the one that held it together as long as it had…

Gwen glanced at the screen she’d been logging her information on and the figures blurred and swam as she got light headed. She quickly grabbed a chair and sat down as her vision darkened and then brightened again. She needed more sleep.

She groaned and rubbed her face, trying to wake up. Damn her roommates anyway! What the Hell was wrong with those two?

“We’re concerned because Deadpool walked you to the building.”

Gwen’s memory painted the sentence with a whine that, unfortunately, hadn’t been present at the time. Making it sound like the woman had been whining made her feel better about what had happened.

“We can’t risk something happening to us.”

Yeah, they couldn’t “risk” something happening to them, but had no problem throwing Gwen out on her ass! It was oh! So! Dangerous for a known killer (who hasn’t, by the way, actually been killing) to walk Gwen to the apartment building. So dangerous, that it must have been a miracle that Gwen survived—to find housing somewhere else, with forty-eight hours notice.

Gwen strongly believed they wouldn't even have allowed her that much time to pack if it hadn’t been in the leasing agreement. Or if they hadn’t known that she was intimately familiar with every last detail of the leasing agreement.

Bitches.

Gwen took a deep breath. Slowly inhale. Hold. Slowly exhale. There was nothing she could do to the vicious, petty, vindictive little shrews that she used to live with. She needed to move on.

And she clearly wasn’t getting work done right now, so she could move on to other, also necessary work. She needed to find a new place to live. Someone, sooner or later, was going to notice that she was literally living in the lab, and she needed somewhere to go before that happened.

Problem was, New Amsterdam seemed to be in the middle of a housing shortage. The only places that Gwen could find were in neighborhoods that did not have nearly enough security—especially considering that she was getting followed by goons from another company. She couldn't count on being rescued every time.

She was so wrapped up in trying to find a new place that she didn’t hear the doors to the lab open, or the footsteps as someone walked in behind her. She was frowning at the computer monitor when her intruder spoke.

“Working hard, Dr. Stacey?”

Gwen yelped, jumped, and whirled—to come face to face with Pepper. “Pepper,” she said nervously. It was late. It was super late; Pepper shouldn't have been in the building. “What are—you doing…here?”

Pepper looked over the rumpled scientist and Gwen wildly wondered if she’d left something—anything—out that would give away the fact that she was living in the lab. “Perhaps,” Pepper said mildly, “I should ask you the same question. Are you planning on sleeping in your lab again, Dr. Stacey?”

Gwen slumped. She’d been caught. There were no ways around it now. “How long have you known?” she asked wearily.

“That you were sleeping in your lab? I just assumed you were so focused on your project that you didn’t leave. It happens frequently enough to Tony, after all.”

The use of past tense didn’t get past Gwen. “Hehe,” she laughed weakly.

Pepper pulled up a chair. “Want to tell me why you’re sleeping in the lab?” she asked kindly.

Aside from Peter, the lab assistant, it was the first kindness Gwen had experienced since she’d gotten kicked out of her apartment. She found the entire story bubbling from her lips; the creepy guy following her, ducking into an alley to avoid him, Deadpool saving her from a mugger and walking her home, and her (former) roommates throwing her out of the apartment.

Pepper listened to it all calmly. Her expression didn’t change, she nodded at all the right parts—and this was it. Gwen was going to get fired for abusing company property. They all knew that living in the labs wasn’t allowed; that there was a mandatory limit for how long they could stay. That Pepper had  waited this long was nothing but a kindness.

At the end of Gwen’s story, Pepper pursed her lips. “Do you have any idea who your attacker was?” she asked. “Did he say who he was working for?”

Gwen grimaced. “No,” she said wearily. Now that she’d gotten her emotional spew out of the way she just felt drained.

“Well, Dr. Stacey,” Pepper said slowly, “in light of what you just told me—”

Gwen closed her eyes. She didn’t want to hear it. She knew she was going to be evicted for the second time—this time from her own lab.

“—we’re going to have to move you to one of the upper floors,” Pepper continued.

What? Gwen opened her eyes in shock to see Pepper tapping on her ever-present Starkpad. “What?” she asked.

Pepper frowned. “I’m not going to penalize you for being an attractive target,” she said. “We should have done a better job protecting you. Are you aware that Tony hired mercenaries to walk people home?”

So the rumor about the new “guards” being mercenaries was confirmed. Not that Gwen would ever tell anyone. “They were busy,” Gwen admitted.

“Hmm. Well, fewer potential security breaches this way. Grab your things.” Gwen obeyed meekly. “Good.” Pepper led the way to the elevator. “I’ll get you your own card in the morning,” Pepper said calmly as she swiped her own in the elevator, “you’ll need an access card to get to the floors.”

“The elevator goes all the way up to the roof,” Gwen felt obliged to point out.

“Yes, but it won’t stop on the private floors without the card swipe,” Pepper said in explanation. “I’m putting you in the empty room next to Bucky and Steve. Don’t worry; the rooms are soundproof.” The elevator stopped and opened and Gwen, carrying her sleeping bag and the tote with a change of clothes in it, followed Pepper to the room. “Here you are.” Pepper tapped something on the wall and a square lit up. “Put your hand here.” Gwen obeyed and light went red, then blue, and a click before the door in front of her opened. “Good, it’s now registered as your room. No more sleeping in your lab.” Pepper left.

Gwen walked into the large room, mostly decorated in blue, and stared. There was a bathroom to one side, a huge closet, and a small kitchen. The bed was huge, easily a king size, and the mattress was softer than the one she’d had at her old apartment.

A smile broke across her face as she thought about how she was now living with the Avengers.

If only her former roommates could see her now.

[ao3feed-rumbelle]

Don't Deny the Darkness Dearie!

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by Dekujin

A long time ago true love had severed a great evil from its powerful state into lesser means. In the wake it left behind a story of hosts, a magical dagger, and a curse that would gain each wielder the infamy of 'Dark One'.

The latest and longest lasting Dark One-Rumplestiltskin, finds himself weak after spending a great deal of magic upon his dark and terrible curse to reunite with his son. Leaving his castle on a cold winters night in the care of his maid he ventures to the Dark One’s vault to regain his strength. However, nothing goes as planned with the imp forced to face his true feelings for the lovely Belle, she her feelings for her master, and both of them the desires of something much, far, darker...

Words: 4732, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Once Upon a Time (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Belle (Once Upon a Time), Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Relationships: Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold, Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold

Additional Tags: Goop!Rumple, Slime, Angst and Fluff and Smut, The Dark One (Once Upon a Time), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Porn With Plot, Original Dark One Lore, Belle/Rumplestiltskin | Mr. Gold in the Dark Castle, Threesome - F/M/M, sort of??, Basically Belle and Rumple both get consensually wrecked by Dark One goop., Masturbation, Oral Sex, Non Traditional TLK

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[dekujinsart]

“Oh beautiful light, do not be afraid. His darkness has longed for your taste for so long now, and such a wonderful taste you are... OUr TrUE lOve...”

Wishing a very Happy Halloween to everyone! Finally had an art ready for a holiday for once, and what better way to celebrate the spooky season than with something dark like Goop!Rumple seducing his lovely little maid.

[thereisnoyellinginfantasycostco]

“All That Lives Must Die” Part 4

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

“Magnus? Sir, something is very wrong with my dad.”

“Angus? What’s wrong?” Magnus lifted the glowing rock to his ear (he never got over how weird talking into a rock was).

“He...sir, Taako died.” A pause and Angus continued, the slightly muffled sound of him running his fingers through his hair echoing into the stone, “And now he’s back but something’s wrong and off about him. Sir...I’m scared.” His voice broke and Magnus was reminded that he was only eleven.

“Are you at home?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be right over.” Magnus hung up and grabbed his battleaxe from it’s spot on the wall and called for his dog, “Johann! Let’s go!”

Angus was waiting by the front door when he got there (even though it had been at least five hours since Magnus said he was on his way), and he motioned for Magnus to be quiet. Once he got within whispering distance, Angus spoke softly, “He doesn’t know I called you, we’ll have to enter in through the back entrance. Try not to make a lot of sound, they think I’m asleep.” He slipped his hand into Magnus’s much larger one and tugged him around the side of his house. Angus’s eyes were wide and there was a nervous twist to his lips.

Magnus nodded and shushed his dog as he let himself get led to the back porch, “Why doesn’t Kravitz know.” He tried to keep his voice as quiet as it would allow itself to be.

Angus didn’t reply, but the downward twist of his lips was an answer in and of itself. He slowly twisted the knob of the door and pushed it open to avoid and clicks of metal on metal. Angus motioned for Magnus to continue following him as he moved towards his bedroom.

Magnus attempted to corral Johann into the room and once Angus closed the door and flicked his wand to cast a silencing charm, he looked up at him, “Angus, tell me everything that happened.”

He sighed and sat down on the bed, clenching and unclenching his hands, “You see, Aunt Lup came over yesterday...and I couldn’t really hear the entire conversation because I was supposed to be sleeping at the time, but I saw her...and she was holding Taako’s-” A pause and Angus let his gaze drop to the ground, “Sir...she was holding Taako’s body and...he wasn’t moving and his clothes were covered in blood and-”

There was a small snapping noise and Angus looked up to see that Magnus had snapped the handle of his battle axe, “Oh..sorry kid, keep. Keep talking.”

Angus flicked his wrist, snapping the wood back into place for Magnus before continuing, “Sir, Taako was dead. I mean...dead dead, and now he’s not. I’m not sure what Dad did, but something bad happened with Taako. He didn’t sound right sir, he was...condescending and I think he was casting charm person on Kravitz because he didn’t seem to notice how his husband was acting.” He jumped slightly as he felt Johan’s tongue lap at his bare leg and he reached down to ruffle his fur.

Magnus set his battleaxe down on the bed and came over, kneeling down to embrace his adopted nephew in his arms. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. Do you have a guest bedroom?”

Angus nodded, “It’s right next to mine, too, sir!”

Magnus allowed a slight grin to come to his face, “That’s perfect. Now, I’m going to go outside and then go to the front of house and act like I’m visiting for the weekend and know nothing.”

He felt tiny fists clutch at his shirt, “Don’t...sir please don’t let him charm you. I can’t get to the bottom of this mystery alone.”

“I thought you were the World’s Greatest Boy Dectective?”

“I am, sir! But even the greatest boy dectective needs help sometimes. Like now.”

He thought on that for a bit, and then nodded. Giving Angus one last squeeze, Magnus broke the hug off and patted Johann on the head, “I’ll be going to the front now.”

“Be safe sir!”

“I always am.” Magnus winked as he left through the backway, Johann trotting at his heels, only to ring the front doorbell.

Angus kicked his feet nervously on his chair, and then moved to press his ear to the door to listen to Taako’s voice.

“Darling,” Even through the door, Angus could hear a twinge of darkness in his father’s voice, “were we expecting company and you didn’t tell me about it.”

“I don’t think so, love.” Kravitz’s voice was soft, and loving as if he didn’t notice any of the offness about him.

Angus heard the doorbell ring again, and figured it was around now that he would normally be coming out to investigate. Feigning ignorance and innocence all at once, he opened the door and saw Taako walking out of the room. He had to slap his hand over his mouth to stop from gasping as he saw the right side of his face.

Dark goop dribbled from the corner of his right eye like he was constantly crying, only for that goop to sink into his skin and going the multitude of dark tendrils emanating from somewhere further down his chest. The eye, instead of being it’s normal brown that Angus was so used to, was stained with ink.

Swallowing his horror before it could escape his mouth, Angus slapped a characteristic smile on his face before joining him, “Do we have company, sir?”

Taako jumped, and narrowed his eyes at Angus in the type of anger that had never been directed at him before. As if he was catching himself, Taako forced his gaze to soften and a soft smile to curl his lips upwards, “It appears so, bubbeluh.”

Even the term of endearment twisted the knot in Angus’s stomach, but he gestured towards the door anyway, “Let’s see for ourselves!”

Taako’s grip tightened almost imperceptively (completely so if you weren’t the greatest boy detective) on his wand and he nodded, “Yes. Let’s.” He strode towards the door and twisted the knob to open it. Again, his gaze softened (from the new distance, Angus couldn’t tell how real it was) as he saw Magnus. Throwing open his arms, Taako grinned at him, “Magnus, my dear friend, how are you.”

Angus shifted forwards, now able to see Magnus trying unsuccessfully to hide his horror at one of his best friend’s face, “I’m...good. I was just in the neighborhood and figured I’d stop by to hang out for the night.”

He reached out and grabbed Magnus by the shoulder, nails making marks on the leather strap going across his chest from how tight he was gripping him, “Of course we have room for you to stay. Kravitz, darling! Come out and meet our guest.”

Kravitz slowly walked out of their room, his suit blazer off and his white shirt rumpled and unbuttoned. Dark marks the same color as the goop dripping from Taako’s eye covered his mouth and his eyes were the purple of Taako’s magic.

Angus found himself scribbling in his notebook: Charm Person = eyes color of casters magic???

Magnus froze up as he was tugged into his friend’s home (Taako always had to physically get behind him and push with his entire body to even move him a bit, now he was effortlessly dragging him in) and whistled softly to get Johann following inside.

Johann uncharacteristically whined and cowered in the doorway, whining and pushing his nose towards Taako.

Taako, for all his credit, merely smiled and patted Magnus on the shoulder, “How about the dog stays outside, hm?”

“No.” Magnus recovered and yanked his shoulder away from Taako’s grip, raising his hand up to rub at the half moon marks in the leather, “The dog stays with me.”

Purple smoke curled around Taako’s fingers and he kept smiled (though there was now a certain tenseness to his cheeks), “No, really Magnus I do insist! After all, it’ll only get hair all over my house and you know how I feel about doing housework.”

Magnus, for all his jokes about being the dumbest of the Tres Horny Boys, succeeded in resisting Taako’s charm and shook his head, “You’ve never had a problem with Johann coming in before, why has that changed.”

The smoke dissipated and Taako’s smile fell for a second before it was back and brilliant as ever, “Right. Okay. The dog stays.” His hand drifted back to Magnus’s shoulder, “Would you like me to show you to your room?”

“I’ve seen your house before, Taako. I know where your guest room is.” He jerked his shoulder away from him again and put a few paces worth of distance between them.

“Very well. Dinner will be ready in an hour or two, and knowing your appetite, Magnus, I’ll have to make it very filling.” Taako flicked his hand and Kravitz moved closer to him, wrapping his arm around his husband and turning his head to kiss his neck.

Magnus turned away from the lovebirds and flashed an overly cheery smile at Angus, “Hey, kid, why don’t you help me with my dog and getting him settled down is.”

“Right away, sir!” Angus seemed to relax at the prospect of getting away from his two dads. Moving forwards, he gently tugged on Johann’s collar, “C’mon boy!” Johann, for all his being a dogness, trotted towards the spare bedroom.

Magnus didn’t let his grip up on his battleaxe until he was in his guest bedroom. Dropping it down on the bed, he waited until Angus recast Silence on the room before speaking, “I’ve never seen anything like what was on Taako.”

Angus nodded, hands nervously tugging at his tie, “Neither have I sir! I only just saw it right then and there, and I haven’t seen anything like that in any of the books I’ve read! But Kravitz-” He reached into his pocket and flipped open his notebook to where he jotted notes down, “-if I recall correctly, someone’s eyes turning the color of someone else’s magic is a key symptom of having over exposure to Charm Person.”

“Which would explain his complete lack of uncaring at how his husband was acting.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Magnus thought on this, rubbing his beard and his exceptionally fluffy sideburns, “I dunno if this is my jurisdiction kid, I’m a brute force guy-”

“-and yet you resisted Taako’s Charm Person that he was most definitely casting, sir!”

“Yeah...that’s probably due to this.” Magnus reached into his shirt and pulled on a silver chain to show a pendant to Angus, “Lucy gave me this a bit ago, to keep my head in my body.” A soft smile and he chuckled, “She always knows somehow. But like I said, I’m a brute force kinda guy. I think we should call in another Bird, maybe Lup or Bar-”

“No! Not Miss Lup!” Angus threw his hands up, “I know her, she’ll blame herself for begging Kravitz to bring him back and she’ll sink into a spiral of self hatred and despair.”

“What about Barry?”

“Can we really trust him to not to tell Lup everything?”

“Fair point. What about Davenport?”

“Off on a trip.”

“Wow, you know more about where our family is than I do.” Magnus chuckled softly.

“I like to keep tabs on where my family is at all times.” Angus stuck his pencil behind his ear.

“Okay so that’s three birds, five counting Taako and I, out. What about Merle and Lucy?”

“They...they might be able to help.”

Magnus reached for his stone and attuned it for Merle, “Merle, buddy, I hope you got your spell slots ready. There’s trouble.”

Angus reached for his own and dialed up The Director, “Miss Lucretia? I think we need your help.”

[Part 5]

[thesezombiestastelikeashes]

Disney hype

Another jagged pain in their side. A small whimper.

"Disney you ok?" Phrancys looked back at them in the caravan. He was watching the road. Disney was writing. How to end the letter to Saul. How to finish when it may be the last they ever talk to him.

"Fine Phrancys. Thanks for checking. Can I have some water?"

The taste of acid in their mouth never faded now. Turns out just spitting venomous words wasnt all it took to fill their mouth with poison, the last remnants of the Graveminds gift.

Phrancys passed the water.

Self reliance was a slow fading heal. The wall the Gravemind had put between them and the world had already been half established from her losses.

Disney wiped the corner of their mouth, green acrid goop coming away with their rot. With a clenched jaw they wrote across the half finished letter in the acid. They heard a disapproving click from Rose over their shoulder and folded the letter anyways, stuffing it in a rumpled envelope.

Rose let Disney pick this battle. Disney had begged her to let them say their piece to the Priest that abandoned them in the moment they needed him most.

Still the low warning "Disney..." that Rose muttered was almost enough to tear the letter to shreds.

-he abandoned you havix abandoned you not a single Darwin checked on you after the grave after the raptor she leaves you next she'll leave you and the band will leave you they'll all leave just like styx just like leslie just like-

This time the pain was blinding and acid dripped from their lips onto the second page. The thoughts stopped under the roar of the pain.

Rose passed a bottle of water. "Drink."

"Thanks, Rose."