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[moonstruckme]

hi mae!!! i absolutely love your writing and am evidently irrevocably in love with wolfstar. i just got my wisdom teeth taken out, and i know you already wrote something for poly!marauders with that, but could i request something for poly!wolfstar taking care of reader a few days after? so less loopy and more pain with lots of fluff and cuddles! feel free to ignore, love you darling!

Thanks for requesting lovely! Hope you feel better soon <3

cw: allusion to chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 627 words

“Hello,” Sirius says when the front door shushes open. He starts to fold over the page of his magazine. He hardly catches a bit of motion from the corner of his eye before you’re flopping down on top of him, forcing a soft oof from his sternum. “Oh, hello. Everything okay?”

You make a tortured groaning sound, forehead pushing into his neck.

“You’re alright, sweetheart.” Remus passes a loving hand over Sirius’ head in greeting, en route to the kitchen. “I’ll get your ice.”

“Aw,” Sirius tuts, letting his magazine lay tented over your back. He palms the back of your head gently. “Hard first day back at work?”

“It feels like it hurts worse,” you mumble into the space below his throat. The tip of your nose is cool where it presses to his skin. “I’m so tired.”

“Oh, I know, baby.” Sirius kisses the top of your head. “It’s not very fair, is it?”

“Pain is tiring,” Remus agrees. He passes Sirius an ice pack to settle against your cheek, holding onto another while he leans on the back of the couch. “It’ll get better over the next few days. Tomorrow should be easier.”

“I can’t think about tomorrow.” Your voice is softer, lips barely moving as Sirius holds the ice to your jaw. You shift your face from his neck, turning your eyes up to his. “Keep me here forever?”

Sirius feels his mouth spread in a grin. “You know I will, gorgeous. And I’ll do you one better, lift your head and I’ll put two ice packs on your cheeks.”

You pick your head up as directed. Remus passes Sirius the other ice pack, and he sandwiches your face between the two with a smile. Your poor cheeks are swollen and bruised, but Sirius thinks you look lovely despite it, even pouting the way you are. You look between your boyfriends as though waiting for them to do something about it.

Remus breaks first. “Oh, my love.” He gives a pitying laugh, folding over the back of the couch to hug your shoulders. “I’m sorry. The pain won’t last much longer, though. Just give yourself some time to heal.”

“Count yourself lucky you had wisdom to take,” Sirius says. “I didn’t have anything they wanted at all.”

“I’m so tired of this,” you sigh, leaning into Remus. “Sorry, I know it’s only been a couple of days, just. It’s just constant, you know?”

Remus hums. He knows better than most, better than Sirius for sure. Sirius feels overcome by a fond protectiveness for you both.

He touches a pinkie to Remus’ forearm where it’s wrapped around your clavicle. “Alright, that’s enough,” he says, rubbing. “It’s cruel and unjust to have either of you ever work again. I won’t entertain it.”

“Oh, you’re going to be our sole breadwinner now?” Remus asks, smiling.

“Quite right. I’ll need the two of you to carry your weight in homemaking, of course, but I’ll manage the rest.”

“And you reckon your income can cover our portions of the rent and groceries and all that?”

“Don’t worry your pretty head over it, darling. It’s well in hand.”

“Let me lie about for the rest of the week,” you sigh. “Then I’ll go back to work and you can stay here, Rem.”

Remus turns his smile into the top of your head, nose denting into your hair. “Yeah? You sure?”

“M’sure.” You shut your eyes. Sirius grins at Remus, thinking that he has about thirty seconds to change positions before you fall asleep and he has to hold you this way all night. “Just need a few days.”

But Remus will indulge you in anything; he stays perfectly still. “Sure, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your head. “Whatever you need.”

[httpsdana]

I need more stories about Mason Mount. Maybe about him feeling insecure after getting injured again and becoming distant with his close family

Spilled Thoughts~Mason Mount

・❥・prompt list

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・❥・a/n: masey's bday deserved a fic

y/n turned the tv off as Mason was subbed off with yet another injury. She dropped on the couch with a sigh, the image of her boyfriend’s devastated face plastered in the back of her mind.

She remembered how excited he was in the morning for this match, having his first start after a while. But now 15 minutes through the match, he was down on the pitch.

Two hours later, Mason finally arrived, dropping his bag on the floor and closing the door gently behind him.

She quickly stood up when he entered the living room, his smile weak and his body tense.

“Masey…” she started, but he quickly shook his head, his gaze shifting to the floor.

“Please, just…hold me?” his voice was vulnerable and raw, and she could swear she saw his eyes tearing up.

She nodded, putting her hand out for him to hold. She pulled him down with her on the couch, his head immediately resting on her shoulder and arms around her waist, while she brushed her fingers through the short strands of his hair.

She waited for him to say anything, hoping he would open up and speak about the feelings he has been bottling up in him. But a few minutes later, she felt his weight heavier on her, his breathing more calm and steady.

She looked down at him, how his eyelashes brushed against his cheeks, his lips in a small pout. As she stared at him more, she noticed something. A single tear at the bottom of his cheek. She felt her eyes tearing up as she wiped the tear of his cheek, pressing a faint cheek in the same spot.

“It’ll get better, Masey” she mumbled against his hair, kissing the crown of his head. “I promise”

A few days have passed since Mason’s injury, and he has already started working on his recovery. But he hasn’t been the same since then. He hasn’t been physically distant, quite the opposite actually.

He was always lingering by her side, never pulling away from hugs until she did it first. It just seems like he was keeping too much inside, that he wasn’t speaking much.

y/n didn’t want to pressure him into talking about what’s bothering him, but the phone call from his mom changed that.

“Mason hasn’t called in a while, is everything okay?” Debbie asked, her vice laced with worry.

y/n was surprised. This wasn’t the first time Mason became more reserved after an injury, but it was the first time he was distant to his family, the people he loved the most.

She didn’t want to worry his mom about him and saying she didn’t know the reason behind him closing off so she said, “it’s just with his injury and the recovery he’s been a bit busy, you know?”

“oh…I get it, I was just worried. Take care of him honey” Debbie said, making her smile

“Always. Have a great day” she said before hanging up.

Just as she placed the phone down on the coffee table, the front door opened and Mason appeared.

“Hey handsome” she stepped closer as he took off his shoes. He looked up at her, his smile small but genuine.

“Hey darling” he murmured, leaning closer and pulling her into a hug. She hugged him back tighter, not daring to pull back first.

They stood for a while by the door, in the comfort of each other's arms. When they pulled away, she couldn’t help but let the question slip off her lips.

“Is everything okay?” she asked carefully. Mason’s face twisted in confusion.

“Yeah…why?” he asked slowly. She let out a sigh, reaching over to play with the string of his hoodie.

“Your mom called,” she said, not looking up at him. She felt him take a deep breath before replying, “What did she say?”

“She said that you haven’t talked to her in a while. Why?” she looked up at him, watching how the guiltiness and sadness found their way back to his face. 

She felt her heart crack at his pained expression, her fingers grazing his forehead to smooth away the crease of his frown.

“I just…forgot” he said hesitantly, making her look at him with a knowing look that made him sigh.

“Talk to me, Masey. It’s not just your mom you’re not talking to, your friends, your teammates, even me. You haven’t talked to me properly since your injury. Let me help you baby, you can’t be carrying this weight on your own,” she said gently, trying not to push him too much, but she needed to know what’s wrong.

Mason smiled sadly, before pulling her by her hand to their living room. As they settled on the couch, she waited patiently for him to speak, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze that made him smile for a second.

“It’s just everything you know?” he said in a low voice, his eyes glued at their intertwined hands.

“The fans, the team, the coach, and then the injuries just make it worse. Everyone hates me cause I can’t seem to play two consecutive matches without getting injured. And for some reason my body can’t just fully recover so I can go back to my usual self. I just miss how it was before I was betrayed by my own body. I really just wanted to prove myself that I’m worth this number 7 in United but for some reason everything is going against me” he let out a long sigh as he blurted out all his insecurities and fears.

y/n couldn’t help the tears in her eyes as she listened to his shaky voice talking bad about himself.

“Masey…” she started, making him look at her, his heart dropping at the sight of her tears. “Your body hasn't betrayed you baby. You just haven’t adapted well with this move but that doesn’t mean you’re not worth playing at United. Everyone is excited for you to be back on the field and to show them the real Mason Mount that was once Chelsea’s golden boy. Your time will come sweetheart, you just have to be patient with yourself and work harder to be back stronger than ever. I’m so proud of you and of everything you’ve done. Never forget that” she said, never breaking eye contact with him.

Mason smiled softly, his hand squeezing hers as a way of thanking her.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” he murmured, his other hand brushing against her cheek gently.

“You’ll never have to know. You’re stuck with me forever Mount” she joked, making him chuckle.

“I love you so much darling. I know I haven’t told you that a lot recently but I really do,” he said with guilt.

“I love you more honey. I know you’re going through a rough time but I’m always gonna be here to help you” she assured him, leaning her face against his hand.

Mason gave her another smile, before lowering his head and capturing her lips in a kiss. A way for him to tell her how grateful he is to have her by his side as his girl and number one supporter.

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[zshiftsrealties]

HOW SHIFTING FOUND ME A SECOND TIME, AND HOW TO BELIEVE SHIFTING IS REAL?

this is my personal take on the topic, and i'm not saying everyone will benefit from this advice because different people work differently. but this worked for me, and I hope that if you find this; this'll work for you too.

for me personally, I don't think "scientific proof" ever helped me believe shifting was real. I found the CIA document back in 2020-2021, and it still didn't change my view on shifting whatsoever. yeah, it was proof that it was real, but my mind didn't accept that. maybe "science" wasn't proof enough because to me science is always lagging behind everything else (from a religious aspect).

even after learning about how the mind works, the subconscious, etc etc and everything else and how it's proved by science still didn't help me at all.

eventually, I left the shifting community, and shifting in general. I completely stopped and thought "oh maybe once i'm older, and i'm somewhere with no noise, ideal setting, blah blah blah, I'll pick it up again". bullshit, I know. but because I just didn't believe it, I felt like making an excuse to not let myself feel bad.

so now, i'm completely out of the "shifting every night" phase, and back to "normal" routine. however, anytime I would watch some show, anime, movie, even some video on my feed of some beautiful place — anything, my mind would go "oh, I can shift there" or "oh, I'd like to shift there". but still, I discarded that thought.

then last year (2024), I decided to watch My Hero Academia from the beginning once again (cause why not), and throughout, I kept thinking "I want to shift there". and then, Shigaraki/AFO "killed" Katsuki in the Final War Arc. I cried ugly for so long, and kept thinking "no no no, that's not happening. i'm going to shift there and beat Shigaraki up for this" (I didn't even like Katsuki back then).

and so, I started to search, once again, about shifting. shifting storytimes, tiktoks, anything; everything. keep in mind I still had the doubt if shifting was even real.

now onto the topic of how to believe shifting is real? how I believed shifting was real, was by finding this one shifter on youtube; Cadmus (Shifting with Cad). I watched her videos, and the sincerity in her tone, the glimmer in her eyes when she would be telling an experience, and that smile of "relief" of finally getting to experience something so amazing yet so simple, is what made me believe in shifting.

obviously, I didn't just see her once and go "I totally believe it's real". it was a process, a slightly longer one, but one that was absolutely natural. anytime I would think that it was all a big lie, i'd think back to her and go "she can't be lying, I just know it. and that's what slowly, but surely made me believe that it is infact real.

so my advice to anyone who, despite knowing the scientific evidence of it, and knowing the science behind it all, still doubts shifting; is that find someone, a creater, a blogger, just anyone in general who, when you hear them talk about their experiences, you feel that they're absolutely not lying, even with all the doubts you have, and believe them until you don't need to believe them to believe that shifting is real.

it's okay to doubt, you don't have to beat yourself up over them. just know that at the end of the day, the world you see exists only through you, and if your eyes were to close the very next moment, your world would end with you. so believe the craziest things ever without logic, because you simply can.

[djmaliksmix]

Isn’t She Lovely - Harry Styles x reader

A/n: I was thinking about how Harry for his X factor audition sang “Isn’t she lovely”(BTW I LOVE THAT SONG) anyways and I realized that Stevie Wonder wrote that for his daughter when she was born and I was like omg what if I wrote a fic about Harry and his newborn daughter and their bond so yeah!! this is such a cute story AHHH! Hope you enjoy :)

Summary: Harry and y/n have a newborn daughter and she won’t stop crying. She’s healthy and everything is fine but they can’t seem to figure it out. One night Harry takes her into his arms and starts singing “isn’t she lovely” by Stevie Wonder to her and she stops crying.

Characters: Harry Styles, female!reader, and their newborn daughter Laila

You sat on the edge of the rocking chair, cradling your newborn daughter, Laila, against your chest. Her tiny face was scrunched up in distress, her cries piercing the quiet night.

Shhh, baby girl, it’s okay. Mommy’s got you," you murmured, exhaustion thick in your voice. You rocked her gently, bouncing ever so slightly, your fingers brushing over her soft cheek. Nothing worked. Her tiny fists flailed, her wails growing louder, and the knot in your chest tightened.

Harry stood nearby, leaning against the wall. His brows were furrowed, and his lips pressed into a worried line as he watched you struggle. He hated seeing you this way, drained and helpless, but he didn’t know how to fix it either.

"She’s healthy," you said softly, more to convince yourself than anything. "They said she’s perfect… so why does she keep crying like this?"

Harry crossed the room and crouched in front of you so his face was level with yours. His hands rested lightly on your knees, his touch warm and grounding. "Maybe she’s just figuring things out, love. It’s all new to her too." His voice was soft, calm, as though he were trying to soothe both of you at once.

You sighed, shifting your daughter slightly. "I’ve tried everything, Harry. Rocking, feeding, burping, even that white noise machine you swore by." You gestured to the corner of the room where the little device hummed uselessly, completely drowned out by your daughter’s cries.

Harry’s lips quirked into a small, understanding smile. "Let me try?"

You hesitated, your arms reluctant to let go of her even as your body screamed for rest. But eventually, you nodded, gently transferring her into his waiting arms. "Good luck," you murmured, leaning back in the rocking chair.

Harry held her close, his large hands cradling her tiny body with the utmost care. He swayed gently, pacing back and forth as her cries continued.

“She’s definitely stubborn, like her mum,” he said softly over his shoulder, shooting you a small, affectionate smile.

You huffed a laugh despite your exhaustion. “She’s going to wear us both out, that’s for sure.”

Harry nodded, still swaying, but when her cries didn’t let up, he glanced down at her, concern flickering across his face. "Maybe she just needs a bit more skin-to-skin," he murmured. Without waiting for a response, he adjusted her in one arm and used his free hand to tug off his shirt, tossing it onto the nearby changing table.

You watched as he carefully settled her tiny body against his bare chest. Her cries quieted down almost immediately, her little head turning to press against his warmth. Harry’s hand came up to gently cradle the back of her head, his fingers brushing over the fine wisps of her curly hair.

"There we go," he murmured, his voice impossibly soft. "That’s better, isn’t it, Laila?"

Harry carefully moved across the room to sit on the comfortable couch where there was more space to sit.

For a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of her uneven breaths, hiccups interrupting the sound of her more, now faint, cries. And then, almost instinctively, Harry began to hum.

It was quiet at first, the barest hint of a melody, but as he rocked her, the notes grew clearer.

"Isn't she lovely... isn't she wonderful..."

Her little body stilled completely, her tiny hands curling against his chest. You straightened in your seat, your heart swelling as her face softened, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks.

"Isn't she precious... less than one minute old..."

Her head shifted slightly, her ear pressed firmly against Harry’s heartbeat. You could see her tiny fingers clutching at the fine chain of his necklace, as though grounding herself to him.

"I never thought through love we’d be..." Harry’s looked up at you smiling softly, his voice cracking slightly as he said this line "...Making one as lovely as she."

Tears blurred your vision as you watched them. The man you loved, the baby you’d both created—it was almost too much. You stood, crossing the room to sit beside them on the couch, your hand reaching out to rest on Harry’s arm.

"She knows your voice," you whispered, your own voice trembling.

Harry glanced at you, his eyes shimmering with the smallest tears. He would never and could never love someone as much as he loved his daughter. "I sang this to her all the time," he said quietly. "When you were asleep, when she kicked at three in the morning… I’d hum it, hoping she’d recognize it one day."

"She does," you said, a soft laugh breaking through your tears. You leaned your head against his shoulder, your gaze fixed on your daughter. "She’s already in love with her daddy."

Harry chuckled, the sound low and warm. "She doesn’t even know how loved she is by me.” “I would do anything for her” He looked at you after he said, “and for you of course.”

You chuckled silently, “I love you too baby” You kissed his cheek.

You both stood there in silence for a moment, watching as her breathing evened out. Harry tilted his head to press a kiss to the top of her head, then glanced at you.

"Do you want to hold her again?” He asked gently.

You shook your head, smiling up at him. "She’s content with you. I’ll just stay right here.”

His lips curved into a soft smile, his gaze lingering on you for a long moment before he turned his attention back to her. He began humming again, swaying slowly, his bare chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Isn't she lovely... made from love..."

The words trailed off into a quiet hum as you rested against him, your arms wrapping loosely around his waist. The warmth of his skin and the gentle rise and fall of his breath soothed you just as much as it did her.

"Harry?" you murmured after a while.

"Yeah, love?”

"Thank you," you said softly.

He turned slightly to look at you, his free hand brushing a tear from your cheek. "For what?"

"For this. For being you. For always knowing what to do, even when I don’t."

Harry smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "We’re figuring it out together," he said. "That’s how it’s always going to be. Me, you, and her."

You nodded, resting your head against his shoulder, the sound of his breathing mixing with the quiet, peaceful breaths of your sleeping daughter. For the first time in days, everything felt calm, as though the three of you were exactly where you were meant to be.

A/n: AHH THIS WAS SO FUN AND ADORABLE TO WRITE!! LITERALLY ALMOST TEARED UP READING THE FINISHED PRODUCT I SHOCKED MYSELF HAHA . I hope you guys loved this story I wrote! There will definitely be more to come! also one last thing!! Thank you guys so much for liking all of my fics I’ve wrote recently . You guys are the best! Love ya🤍😆

Extra a/n: Also one last thing for real this time!! I think I should write a series for this family and write about Laila growing up/different milestones in her life and ofc Harry and y/n growing old together ! Lmk what you guys think!

[masquenoire]

@gnarledbite​ found you HERE...

Well, tonight had been a real shitshow. What was supposed to have been a quick clean-out turned out to be more than Roman had bargained for, the group of thugs encroaching on his turf backed up with some real killer artillery. Definitely not some run-of-the-mill gang looking to pick up some parking meter change; it had been a trap and Roman charged in with all guns blazing only to end up against a firing squad himself. Kind of impressive actually, the simplicity of the scheme in which to draw Roman Sionis onto the street for an easy kill. Targeting his dealers and disrupting the flow of narcotics had been one thing but the joy of making an example out of the culprits, now they knew he'd find that irresistable. Roman would have smiled had he still had the strength. Scarface knew him better than he knew himself, the vicious little wooden bastard. However, Roman could only swallow, feeling oddly thirsty despite the strong taste of blood upon his tongue. He’s bleeding out fast and knows it, unable to repress a shudder at his impending demise. Then again it might have been his body beginning to convulse - already he could feel the cold, dark fingers of death reaching out for him like so many others had been claimed tonight. Speaking of Death, the bastard was already hovering over his corpse. It wasn't Scarface, much to his surprise. The odd, scratching voice that reached his dimming ears didn't carry the gloating words he'd been expecting, of luring him out onto his own turf that would now belong to him. Similarly the dark frame kneeling above his corpse wasn't chubby like the Ventriloquist Scarface had dubbed his puppet - this newcomer was thin and lanky, their silhouette so tall that overhead lights were blotted out, fanning behind the top of their head like some sort of nightmarish halo. He'd never put much stock into religion but in that moment, it looked like an awful lot like the Angel of Death had come for him. Or so he'd thought. Death didn't ask how badly you wanted to live, saying that your luck hadn't run out just yet. Roman swallowed again, coughing wetly as he struggled to get a better look at his saviour's face. It wasn't Batman or any of the other morons stupid enough to try saving the crime lord's life and with a bullet lodged in his lung, even the Bat wouldn't have been able to perform any miracles at this point. Well, fuck. What else did he have to lose? Roman figured the other person wasn't asking out of the goodness of their little heart, that payment would be involved one way or the other but right now he didn't have the time or energy to lay out the terms of any contracts, the fires of his hot blood now growing cold and dim. "... F-fuck it. Do what you c-can, n' I'll m-make it w-w-worth your w-while..." Roman spits, his words trailing off as a violent hacking fit overcomes him. The crime lord sighs as his strength gives out, jaw going slack as he fights bitterly to maintain eye contact until his last breath. He wasn't ready to leave this life yet, especially not by the hand of some two-bit chump he didn't even know the name of.

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(✯) @scumbag-the-hedgehog — run on gasoline

— ;; Ascertaining how exactly his cogent coordinates had wound up being thrown so far off-course, landing both him and the Doctor in anomalous territory is just one of his many problems right now. Cloudburst assaults his mess of fiery-hued tangles, forcing him to take refuge beneath the nearest awning. Structurally ancient, stony— and seemingly abandoned. Based on its decrepit appearance, at least.

— ;; Lours from vaguely familiar denizens are enough to make him abandon the darkened streets splotched with gelid puddles, slipping into the tenebrous quiet behind him without much of a second thought. Trespassing, breaking and entering, violating private property— jeez, abandoned or not, he’s made himself very welcome very quickly, wringing out his jacket in the doorway as he tries to warm up.

Which probably isn’t the nicest thing for the homeowner to stumble into.

❝Shit,❞ voice a hushed whisper, Tails’ eyes meets the gaze of the other, his dark spines like a hanging garden of moss around his shoulders. Hands immediately in front of him defensively, he takes a step back. ❝Hey, sorry. Thought this place was empty. I swear I’m not here to rob you or anything, I was just trying to get out of the rain.❞

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@cataclysmus liked for a starter with Rita!

These visits to Dahngrest were becoming more and more commonplace in Rita's life. She shouldn't have been surprised, really. When it was convenient for Brave Vesperia to use it as a meeting place, of course she would come all the way there to meet them. This was one such day, but at the same time Rita was there to share what she'd been learning about potential replacements for the blastia. Progress was, admittedly, slower than she would have liked. A small amount of progress was better than nothing, and she was eager to share what she'd learned.

Of course, some things never really did change. Just as it had been when Rita had first set foot in the guild city with the others, Dahngrest proved to be as lively as anything. By then, Rita was used to navigating the streets and avoiding colliding with others. Such was the benefit of needing to come to Dahngrest as often as she and the others had. She strode forward with confidence, dipping and moving about to avoid various guild members. That was, of course, until someone caught her eye for just a moment.

There, moving in the opposite direction to her as the crowd thinned, was someone clad in a mage's cloak. Their hood was covering their face just enough so Rita couldn't immediately identify them as she walked closer to her destination. For just a heartbeat, Rita looked back and decided it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Rita wasn't the only mage out there, even if she didn't often don her mage's cloak. Maybe it was just another mage getting ready to go somewhere else in Dahngrest. That was the thought process, at least, until Rita thought more about the encounter.

She squinted. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. She liked to think that she knew at least a majority of the mages that hailed from Aspio. Even the ones who had been scattered by what had happened to their beloved city when Tarqaron rose should have been recognizable to her, but she couldn't put a name or face to this stranger. Assuming they were a mage at all, of course. Was someone parading around like a mage? For what purpose? Rita's mind raced, and she did the only thing she could think to do. Her pace picked up as she started to follow the stranger. Something wasn't right.

"H-Hey! You!" It was the first thing Rita could even think to say. Not so genius mage of her, she knew, but she was caught off guard. Somehow, she managed to catch up and tried to get in front of the stranger. She was right back to squinting as she looked him over. "Pretty sure there aren't any mages from Aspio living around here. And I think I'd know a cloak like that anywhere. So who the hell are you?"

Already, Rita could imagine some people thinking she was leaping to conclusions. Maybe she was. She couldn't help it in this case, though. When she felt like something was off, surely it made sense for her to pursue it. Right?

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@lone-blade liked for a starter

Her blade tears through the darkspawn's skull with a sickening squelch; it howls a piercing death rattle before she kicks it as far from her as she can muster. It never ends. Her chest heavens from exertion, eyes surveying just how little ground they've made up as the onslaught batters against the fortress.

Weisshaupt, the pinnacle of a legendary order—and it's crumbling under her feet.

This is a cluster fuck.

Cacophony reigns as horns blare, a perpetual cloud of smoke stinging her eyes, and a relentless sea of darkspawn motivated by their ancient master. This couldn't be going worse, but at least her life remains cleaved to her bones, for now.

As they begin making their way toward the library, they reach a pocket of remaining wardens fending off an incoming overwhelming horde. Unwilling to leave them behind, Gwendolyn diverts her course straight for the wardens. When she's within range, the necromancer slams her staff hard into the ground, sending a pulse of necrotic magic that sends darkspawn sprawling back, buying them precious few seconds to flee. " Come on! There's too many of them, we need to fall back! "

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@mad-hunts / ❝i didn't lie. i simply presented a... selective truth.❞

“hm.” johann does not sound even the slightest bit convinced of the other man’s claim, yet despite the doubt that begins to fester beneath the surface, his expression remains unchanged—tight-lipped and professional—as his gaze settles on the open wound, watching it ooze a steady supply of blood.

how someone came to acquire such an injury—and in a rather inconvenient place, too, between the six and seventh ribs, from what he can see—isn’t on his list of priorities at the moment.

after all, it’s not the first time that a stranger has come to his door in the early hours of the day—before he’s even had time to brew a cup of coffee—with blood on their hands, asking for help. johann, of course, is always prepared for just the occasion, so he’s hardly in a rush and gestures vaguely in the direction of the nearby operating table—a silent request for his patient to sit—while readying a tray of the necessary equipment he’ll need.

“either way, you’re going to need a few stitches.”

[amorxsomnia]

@byanyan liked for a starter!

The incense that burned throughout the pet shop could nullify most odors but there was one that remained particularly pungent, enough for D to be able to pick up on it. The animals already knew; birds and beasts alike had become agitated, feathers and fur standing up on end as they hissed, growled and whined at the strange smell in the air. "Now now, settle down. I'm sure whoever it is doesn't mean us any harm." D coaxed, his voice low and soft as he ruffled T-chan's fur. T-chan, the young totetsu who in his animal form resembled an odd lamb with fangs and claws grumbled as he grumpily settled in D's arms and allowed himself to be carried while Q-chan chittered away, leading the way down the maze of corridors where their guest must have ventured down to... And that would not do. Who knows what they'd cross paths with in their injured state. D sniffed, the scent of fresh blood growing stronger as he turned the corner to see a young person, another asian to be precise. They were certainly bloodied up, though how much of it was another person's blood and how much was their own had yet to be determined. "And here I was about ready to lock up for the night. No matter though, you're quite welcome to stay if you need to lie low for a little while. I do insist on helping you treat any wounds however, mind you. It's causing quite a stir amongst my animals." T-chan growled again but D merely smiled and set him down, apparently satisfied there was nothing to worry about. He did not approach the newcomer just yet however, rather extending an arm towards them slowly as though he were dealing with a wild animal ready to snap at a moment's notice.

"Or, you could leave if you've decided you've taken a wrong turn. It's really up to you what you prefer."

[lususnatura]

@hoovedrycal asked: ” yes i can change into something.. though i call it morph.”

as blamore was not quite sure how to take this information, all it did was hum in response to this at first. i mean... it had guessed that something was going on with regulus, as he definitely did not look like he did now when he last saw him; what with regulus's almost centaur-like body with hooves and a tail at the end of his body. but the fact that the other was a shapeshifter was still a bit surprising to blamore, albeit for only a short amount of time. it was a well-known fact that there were aliens on this earth and blamore itself had turned into something other than human after all. he was just kind of intrigued, but also confused, that regulus had been able to manage to replicate the look of a human down to the finest little details.

it would have to ask regulus about how exactly his transformation into a human worked or it would bother it to no end. blamore let go of the wooden structure it had laid it's partially lichen covered hands on, then, as it took a few steps closer to regulus — just barely flicking the very end of his own tail out of curiosity, ❝ mm, i thought that the bone structure of your current face was eerily similar to a human's i met some time ago; one that i had saved. that was you, correct? the man whom i encountered that was injured with the dark hair and dark eyes? ❞ blamore was now just an arm's reach away from regulus, as he now appeared to be sizing regulus up. what was he doing here of all places in his garden?

❝ alright, my mysterious friend. you can change into a human: but how? and remind me why you're here, again? ❞ the being narrowed its eyes slightly at regulus as it waited for an answer to its questions. blamore looked down to his front legs, examining them for any injuries. it was known for being an herbalist in gotham second to someone who dealt in plant poisons; and herbalists might not have been MD's, but they knew quite a lot about how plants could help in aiding the healing process. ❝ i can't see any visible injuries on you. so, i sincerely hope you have not come to cause trouble, as the people who do? they end up as fertilizer. ❞

[cardsknight]

@khozmoh asked "I refuse your quote-unquote 'help'" // Accepting

"Yeah, fair enough," Cards replied as he tugged on the sleeve of his sweater out of nervous habit. It was rare that he became involved with Maddie nearby, but she was missing and he didn't like this situation any more for it. It put him on edge. Thunder crashed in the distant, darkened sky -- oddly no lightning, just thunder; even the air seemed thicker and almost ominous. Cold. It made him shiver, but he was doing his best to keep himself together. This was important.

"Not sure how much help I would be anyway, to be perfectly honest. I have no idea what I'm doing 80% of the time," he confessed. It was weird, all of this was super weird, and some random college kid showing up unannounced on what was sure to be one of the agent's more dangerous missions was probably the LAST thing the guy needed, but at the same time ...

"But just listen, okay? I know this wounds crazy, and there's never a delicate or easy way to say this," he continued, speaking very quickly because time was of the essence, "but I'm a psychic, I work for this group called Spectrum which is a group made up of what you call preternaturals, we're tasked with maintaining the balance of the realms --" Maybe the hacker had come across mention of the agency in his many cyber adventures, maybe not, but it was worth a shot to lend a bit of credibility to his story, right? "-- and I have dreams of the future, and I'm here to tell you that case--the one you JUST got--the one you're going to right now? That's a trap. Like. Admiral Ackbar-level trap. And if you keep going, you're gonna get on the radar of some really fucked up people you really don't want on your trail and become the catalyst for some hella apocalyptic shit."

He took a deep, calming breath as he attempted to gather his wits, then lifted his palms in a gesture of surrender, streetlights glinting off the evil eye charm of his bendel bracelet. "It's fine if you don't believe me, that's fine, I'm just ... I'm just trying to keep the universe from falling apart." And he was really fucking scared and lost without his guardian around to have his back.

[prisonicmorality]

@tapuhauko // semi-planned

Iki Town was a nice place; pretty small and quiet but no less full of history like the other towns on Alola. He hadn't really had any set path other than where the winds took him or where Matches wanted to go, the little litwick clinging to the brim of his hat and attempting to steer him with it.

The current stop wasn't Matches choice though. The shrine on the island wasn't open to the public, and he would need to get the local Kahuna's permission to enter. He didn't mind that too much though; as curious as he was about it, he wasn't about to trample across another culture's sites without permission and preparation.

He was an asshole, but he wasn't insensitive. Well... not entirely insensitive anyway. But that's what brought him to the current Kahuna's doorstep; permission to visit the shrine, and to hear some local legends and folklore.

Adjusting his cap and hiking his backpack higher onto his shoulders, he flashed the Kahuna a friendly smile and his Litwick waved enthusiastically from his cap. "Hello! Sorry for bothering you, but... I'm looking for the local Kahuna in hopes of learning a bit about the area's folklore and legends. Er... would you happen to be them?"

[crawlingforwardx]

Stater for @havvkinsqueen based on this post.

In the wake of his break-up with Nancy, Steve found himself seeking comfort in the old familiarity of his popularity. Tina's parents were away for the weekend and she was having a party which offered the perfect distraction from his heartbreak (or so he had thought). He'd burned most of these bridges when he fell in love with the smart girl, thinking he'd found something real that would last forever. People like Tommy H. and Carol were not about to let him forget that.

Steve was never the type to roll over and take it. Whatever he was dealt, he could dish it back ten fold. It was only when Tommy H. made the comment about Nancy leaving school that one day with Jonathan that he had to walk away. If he didn't, he risked showing too much emotion because that one genuinely stung. That was when he realized there was no comfort in the familiar. He didn't belong with this crowd anymore.

Stepping out back for some air before he ended up punching Tommy in the face, Steve instead crushed his empty beer can in his hand and chucked it off to the side of the porch to vent his frustration. It didn't make him feel much better. "Asshole." He muttered quietly to himself. "Never did know when to shut the hell up."

As he leans against the porch railing with a sharp sigh and looks over, he's a bit startled to realize he wasn't alone. "Oh shit. Hey, Chrissy. Didn't think anyone was out here..." He said when he catches sight of the Queen of Hawkins High sitting on the top step. They weren't friends, exactly. More like acquaintances who had shared the same asshole friend group. He'd never had any problems with her though so he didn't really count her among them.

With the night he was having, he was half-expecting some kind of cold response in return. Catching her face in the porch light though, he thought that she pretty much mirrored him in spirits right about now. "Hey, uh, you okay?"

[secondbetrayer]

@afuckinglion sent [ rainfall ]

lyra rather enjoyed rain. quite regularly she'd get colds from it because she'd come back to jordan with her hair and clothes already soaked through from playing out in it, but the water was too fun to make her stop.

it had been raining for about ten minutes and lyra had been splashing about it some of the forming puddles, while laughing at pan flopping about as a fish in some others.

"mind you don't settle like that, pan. i en't carryin' you about in water the rest of our lives."

it was then the child noticed that she and her daemon had company.

“ms welton, en’t it?” she tilted her head slightly, taking the woman in for a moment. pan took in the appearance of the other daemon and shifted to a snow leopard cub. “what brings you out here?”

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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