#Tock Jefferson

[neorhythm]

This was made with the original set but it didn't quite fit with the other comic. But I still wanted to try and include it somehow.

maria and tick were way cuter than i anticipated. then we have good ol' tim still holding a grudge for the ratatouille incident. despite everything he still wants tick onii-san to notice him 😔

here's a compilation of doodles i made after finishing volume 7 of Baccano! had a lot of fun drafting these up, so i went back and colored everything. Ronny is a funny guy. showing up to the function and just kicking back. thanks man. knew we could count on you.

Based on my tweet from a while back. would love to doodle again after finishing volume 8, but we'll see

[browsethestacks]

The Thrilling Aventure Hour

Art by Dustin Weaver

[chishiyasleftnut]

Omg I loved shy chishiya in the 7 minutes in heaven fic. Could you do some sort of shy chishiya smut pppllleeeeaaaasssseeeee.

Hi! ๑(◕‿◕)๑ I tried my best to do something that was kind of similar to the 7 Minutes in Heaven fic. I hope you'll like it :)

Groupwork

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Definitely out of character Chishiya, I'm sorry. Pairing: Med-school Chishiya x Med-school reader.

Plot: Awkward med-school!Chishiya and med-school!reader have to work together on a group project for school. They quickly realise their attractions to one another which sidetracks them for a bit.

2437 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

If it wasn’t for the big analogue clock placed above the door, the silence in the room would have made you question whether you��d gone deaf. But alas, you could hear. The silence was just that: silence. An awkward one at that.

You had booked a private study room in your university’s library for you and your assigned partner to write a dumb 5-page paper for your mandatory gynaecology course. Your partner, Chishiya, was at the top of the class. He was smart as hell, which is why you didn’t mind being paired with him to begin with. Surely the two of you would easily produce 5 good quality pages in no time, right?

Well, while you definitely thought so to begin with, you had blissfully forgotten all about the fact that Chishiya barely spoke to anyone who wasn’t the professor. You knew he could speak, you had heard his rather self-assured voice in class, so it was only a matter of him not wanting to.

Looking at the somewhat noisy clock told you that you had been sitting in dead silence for 5 minutes now. You therefore decided you would have to be the one to break it - at least if you wanted anything done within the 2 hours you had booked the room for.

“So…” you began, “gynaecology, huh?” You had hoped that would have inspired Chishiya to say something, but no. All he did was nod once; his gaze still focused steadfastly on the table. He hadn’t even looked at you yet. You began drumming with your fingers on the wooden table, unsure how to approach this. “Do you have any suggestions for the topic?” 

Chishiya began opening his textbook to scan over the various chapters in it. You watched him with expectant eyes, hoping he would finally say something. After a few seconds of pondering over the various topics, you heard his voice at last.

“What about hormonal birth control?”

Ah, his voice. Of course, you had heard it before, but this time it felt different. This time his words weren’t reverberating through a big lecture hall, his assertive statement repeating as an echo until your professor responded. No, this time he wasn’t speaking into a sizeable room filled with other people, instead his words were directly addressed to you and you only. Apparently, you had forgotten to reply to his suggestion, too concentrated on his voice, because you soon heard Chishiya speak again, this time a bit more carefully.

“We can also pick another subject if…”

“No!” you interrupted a bit too frantically, “no, birth control is great. A good subject.” A blush was growing on your cheeks, prompting Chishiya’s face to show a combination of confusion and relief at your reply. Okay, you had a topic now. Good start.

The two of you began working out the outline for your assignment. The room was quiet apart from the satisfying mechanical clicking sounds that your keyboards produced and the occasional short questions with the equally short, accompanying answers. Despite the awkwardness, the assignment was actually going pretty well. With the outline done, the two of you were now working on finding sources for the reference list.

You heard a hum coming from Chishiya and turned your head to see what he was doing. It appeared as if he was looking through the references, searching for something specific. Noticing that you were now looking at him, he decided he might as well include you in the search. “Have we cited Jefferson?” he asked. “Yeah, we have,” you replied before leaning closer to him to point to the correct citation on his screen, “it’s right here.”

You felt him stiffen up under your proximity. He almost looked like a Michelangelo statue, sculpted to perfection but stuck in position. As if you were Medusa, your closeness and sweet, flowery scent had transformed him to stone and made him unable to look at anything but you. You realised this when you turned your head to find that his eyes weren't on your finger pointing to his screen, but instead hungrily looking at your face. The blush from earlier reappeared on your cheeks once more, this time spreading as far as your ears, effectively turning your entire face cherry blossom pink.

Just as he was, you were now too unable to look away, completely captivated by the way he was taking you in, studying your face from your eyes to your lips. That was where his eyes lingered the most: your lips. Inebriated from the new but joyful feeling of being desired, you impulsively decided to give him what his eyes so desperately begged for, closing the gap between you and gently putting your lips on top of his, giving him the chance to move away if he wished to do so. Of course, moving away from your honeyed lips was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead, you felt him reciprocating the kiss, pressing his plump lips against yours.

Once the initial shock from the speed at which the circumstances changed was over for the both of you, you felt one of Chishiya’s hands move to cup your cheek. His touch made your mind go blank and you almost melted into his touch, wanting nothing more than for this to go on forever. If it was up to you, your lips would be locked together and the key thrown far, far away, binding you to each other for all eternity.

You felt his wet, soft tongue brushing lightly against your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter. Obliging, you parted your lips, welcoming him to explore you. He did just that, his tongue moving against yours, finding your taste to be as sweet as the perfume he could smell on you. His other hand moved to your waist, his thumb caressing your clothed side. With your arms now moving around his neck, he manoeuvred you from your chair onto him, so you were now seated in his lap, straddling him. The intensity of the kiss only increased, the both of you desperately wanting - no, needing - each other.

To his displeasure, you broke the seal that your lips had created and pulled away just far enough for him to still feel your warm, shaky breath on his face. Although you were incredibly breathless from the kiss, the smile on your face exposed the fluttering feeling of a million butterflies that you currently felt in your stomach. It was a very welcomed feeling and one that Chishiya likewise seemed to experience. “Let’s take a break from studying, shall we?” you suggested. He didn’t reply, instead immediately going back in for another kiss not wanting to go even a second without the feeling of your heavenly lips on his.

Warm, strong fingers moved underneath your shirt and up your back, simultaneously scratching you and pulling you closer to him. The sensation of his fingertips caused you to sigh into the kiss, making it impossible for Chishiya not to smile. He knew you loved it and that only made him crave you even more. After all, isn’t it more fun when both are equally longing for each other?

A rush of bravery swept over Chishiya, and his slightly shaky fingers began working on unhooking your bra. Fortunately, he succeeded without much trouble, freeing your shapely breasts just enough for him to be able to slide a hand underneath the cups and grab a hold of your left boob, squeezing hard as he explored the fatty flesh. While doing this, he unintentionally ran his thumb over the hard peak of your breast, earning him a moan as you felt your arousal pool in your panties. Surprised but delighted by your reaction, Chishiya repeatedly flicked his thumb over the sensitive nub, enjoying every moan he managed to get out of you.

Not being able to take it anymore, you grabbed the hand of his that was currently playing with your chest and guided it down your body until it landed between your legs. Looking at Chishiya’s face told you that this was not how he expected this study session to go, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Carefully, as if he was worried of doing something wrong, he began trailing his fingers up and down your soaked underwear, focusing extra attention on the top where he could feel your clit. Each time he touched you there, you couldn’t help but jump slightly, as if the pleasure you felt from every touch came by surprise.

Once he had gotten more confident in his movements, Chishiya hiked up your skirt for easier access before pushing aside the now completely wet fabric hiding your center. The cold air made you gasp, but Chishiya quickly replaced the coldness with the warmth of his fingers. You felt his digits run up and down your folds, coating them in your arousal before he pushed two fingers inside of you, keeping them still there. Without thinking, you rested your forehead against his as you pleaded with a shaky breath: “Please.”

Wanting nothing more than to give you what you wanted, Chishiya dragged his long fingers against your front wall causing your please to turn into whimpers and soft moans. Adoring your reaction, Chishiya kept repeating the same come-hither motion that you so clearly loved, wanting nothing more than to please you.

And please you he did. Animalistic urges overtook your senses as you began riding his fingers, giving yourself every last bit of pleasure that his fingers could provide you. Wanting to further your gratification, Chishiya pressed his thumb against your clit, essentially turning his hands into toys meant for yourself to use as you craved. With quiet moans escaping your lips and your eyes closed to focus on the sensation, you didn’t notice how Chishiya was studying your face once more. With eyes lit up like a little kid entering a candy store, he looked absolutely in awe by the way his fingers could cause such a reaction.

Unable to contain himself for much longer, Chishiya pulled his fingers out of you and grabbed your hips to make you stand up from his lap. You were just about to complain about him being a tease, when you noticed what he was doing. With you now no longer seated in his lap, he had the ability to unzip and pull down his pants, taking his boxers with them and freeing his hard length. His hardness, already dripping with precum, slapped up against his shirt, staining the fabric. Either he didn’t notice or didn’t care, because instead of reacting to it, Chishiya grabbed a hold of his dick with one hand and your hips with the other, pumped himself a few times before lining his length up at your entrance and then lowering you down onto him. 

The echoes from the carnal moans that sounded from the two of you almost harmonised through the acoustics of the study room as you got used to each other’s bodies. Your tight walls were securely hugging his hardness - a sensation that caused his dick to twitch inside of you with every micro movement you made. With his hands still gripping your hips, Chishiya guided you up and down, providing the both of you with the arousing stimulation you were both so desperately needing.

Chishiya’s strong fingertips were almost painfully digging into your hips, but right now you were unable to focus on anything but the pleasure his body offered. Even the previously deafening analogue clock above the door got blocked out from your senses - instead the only thing filling your mind was how Chishiya repeatedly hit your sweet spot each time he guided you down onto him.

Without you noticing, one of his hands left your hips so his thumb once more could reconnect with your clit. Remembering how you liked it before, he gently pressed down on the sensitive pearl adorning your centre so he could stimulate it with each bopping movement your hips made. Clearly, this tactic worked because before long he felt your walls hug his length tighter and tighter, making it hard for him to hold back. Your eyes were starting to completely unfocused from reality as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten more and more until… snap.

The sound that left you was uncharacteristically loud - loud enough that Chishiya swiftly covered your mouth with his hand to muffle the moan. You were still in an off section of the library after all and neither of you were entirely sure how soundproof the study rooms were. As your walls pulsated around Chishiya’s hardness, he too let his bodily urges take over and emptied himself inside of you. You were both in pure ecstasy, experiencing the lustful fruits of your joined labour.

Once Chishiya’s hand lazily slumped from your mouth and down to your thigh, he rested his forehead against yours again and allowed your hot and heavy breaths to mix together as one. You sat like this for a while, permitting yourself to relax and take in the moment, before Chishiya gently tapped your thigh to politely ask you to get off him. You chuckled tiredly but did as he silently suggested, lifting your legs off him and readjusting your underwear so your core was covered once more. Looking down at Chishiya’s body, you saw your mixed, sticky arousal covering the base of his manhood, but Chishiya quickly covered it up by pulling his pants back up over it again.

You were now back to sitting in silence, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. Instead, the silence allowed you each to think through what had just happened. Was this a one-time thing? Should you suggest making this a recurring act? Did this mean you were anything more than just classmates? You were both pondering over these questions while you worked together on the birth control assignment once more. After a few minutes, you heard Chishiya’s deep voice again for the first time in an hour.

“Speaking of birth control, you’re on it, right?”

His question made you laugh. Perhaps it was a bit late to ask that, but thankfully you were. “I am, no need to worry,” you replied. You heard Chishiya sigh with relief - the last thing either of you wanted was for this impulsive, passionate moment to turn into a lifelong commitment. Silence ensued for a while again before Chishiya spoke up once more, this time with the same confidence you heard him speak with when in class.

“So… I assume you wouldn’t mind being partners on future assignments?”

[hollie911]

This is not my work. It is by the user constantwriter85 whose account had been deactivated on tumblr and ao3 and i am just sharing their work

The devil you know

Vampire!jefferson x reader

Part 9/10

Chapter Warning: Violence, Murder, Blood, Angst, Fluff

Something was wrong.

Jefferson couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He had woken to the same feeling of sinking dread that he’d felt in Regina’s apartment—but no, that was impossible—Regina was dead. He’d seen her body with his own eyes.

He wandered through the sprawling mansion, calling Y/N’s name. She hadn’t been there when he woke, and he couldn’t seem to find her anywhere. She wasn’t answering her phone either.

She’s in trouble. She’s in trouble, but I don’t know why…or what.

Mrs. Conrad was still asleep, but Jefferson didn’t want to wake her yet. Not until he was sure. It wasn’t that he doubted himself, it was just that…sometimes he didn’t think clearly, especially when it came to Y/N.

He was in the kitchen now. The ingredients were neatly laid out on the counter, along with a note. Picking it up, his eyebrows raised as he realized it was from Y/N.

Jefferson,

I’ve gone to the morgue, we forgot one of the ingredients. I’ll be back soon, probably before you’re even awake.

I love you,

Y/N

That should have made him feel better, but it didn’t. It made him feel worse.

Much worse.

He had to find her. He had to go to her. Something was happening, Jefferson wasn’t sure what, but he felt like he was losing his mind.

He was just tugging on his coat when he heard a ringing sound coming from his pocket.

“What on earth…oh. My phone.”

He pulled it out, and relief immediately flooded him when he saw who was calling. Y/N.

“Oh, thank god.”

Jefferson saw it was one of those “video chats” she had told him about. He swiped up like he’d been shown, sighing deeply. The screen blinked open, showing a long hallway.

“Darling, where are you? You had me worried sick.”

“Hello, Jefferson.”

The relieved smile faded from his face, and his blood ran cold.

No. No it couldn’t be.

The screen shifted, and Regina’s face came into view, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Where’s Y/N?” he growled, at once demanding and dreading the answer.

“Oh, she’s right here…but I’ve got to be honest with you, she’s looked better.”

The screen flipped again, and Jefferson went rigid.

Y/N was sprawled on the floor, one arm outstretched. Her eyes were closed, and she was as pale as the grave. She looked…she looked…

NO! No, no, no, please god—no!

“Calm yourself, Jefferson, she’s not dead…yet. It wouldn’t be very smart to get rid of my one piece of leverage on you, would it?”

“What did you do?” he grated.

It felt like his heart had been cut from his chest. Regina smirked triumphantly, tossing an apple up in the air and catching it. A single bite had been taken from it.

“The Curse of the Sleeping Death…as old as time itself, except I added a little twist. Your little poppet will sleep like the dead until she’s awakened by true love’s kiss. A kiss of life, if you will.”

“What do you want, Regina. I’ll do anything—”

“I know you will.” Her eyes narrowed. “I want it all. The book, the hat, the watch…and you.”

Seeing the look on his face, she laughed.

“You didn’t honestly expect I’d let you walk away after all that, did you? No. You bring me what I want, and I’ll let you revive your little princess here. She can go and live out her happy little life, I don’t care—but you? You’re mine. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes.”

Jefferson didn’t care. He was twice damned. He’d played the game, once again, and he’d lost. He would not allow Y/N to pay the price for it, even if it meant an eternity in hell…after whatever horrors Regina had planned for him.

“Oh, and Jefferson?” Regina added sweetly. She’d shifted the camera so it pointed at Y/N’s body once more. “That little twist to the spell I mentioned? At midnight, the spell becomes permanent, so…tick tock.”

The call ended, and Jefferson stood there, staring at the blank screen. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. His entire world was crumbling around him—the little world he and Y/N had built for themselves.

Finally, he convinced his legs to work, and he walked woodenly to the study to retrieve the items. He shrugged on his coat.

The parlor clock chiming the hour woke him from his stupor.

Eleven o’clock! For heaven’s sake, how is it so late? I-I must have overslept, I didn’t…

Truthfully, he still felt weak from his ordeal the day before. He hadn’t fully recovered his strength, and now there would be no time to feed. He had to get to Y/N, as quickly as possible.

The walk to the morgue was interminably long. Snow had begun to fall, catching in his hair—the first few flakes of the season.

It seemed like only yesterday he and Y/N were strolling down that very path, hand in hand and mooning over each other like the new lovers they were. Jefferson’s heart ached for her, and for what might have been. Regina had her now. It was all his fault, and he would do anything to make her safe again.

“Regina!” he shouted as he tore through the front office.

Down the stairs and into the lab, he nearly ripped the door off its hinges. He skidded to a stop. Y/N’s body was laid out on the autopsy table, her hands folded peacefully across her chest as if in death.

Jefferson cried out and started towards her, but something sharp jabbed against his chest, stopping him. Regina stepped into view, once again holding a long wooden stake in place over his heart. His jaw clenched, and he jerked his chin over to where Y/N lay.

“Is this your idea of a joke?”

“It’s a bit poetic, don’t you think?”

For a moment, the two just stared at each other. Jefferson could feel a blind rage bubbling up inside him, a consuming anger he’d never felt before. Regina had won—again, and in that moment, all he could think about was killing her. Slowly, and painfully.

Regina sensed his shift in mood, and her chin lifted as if in challenge.

“Give them to me. Right here, on the table, Jefferson, and don’t try anything cute, or I swear to god I’ll run you through.”

Jefferson laid the items on the table without hesitation.

“There. You have your spoils, now let me go to her. I promise I’ll turn myself over to you after.”

“Oh, I know you will.”

He kept expecting her to strike, but to his surprise, she stepped aside. Jefferson was so intent on Y/N that he failed to notice her triumphant sneer.

“Y/N,” he breathed her name as he gathered her limp body into his arms.

She was cold and lifeless, and Jefferson realized that for the first time, he couldn’t hear her heart beating. He swallowed a sob and bent to kiss her, praying that for once, Regina was telling the truth.

His lips were inches from hers, when his eyes caught the flash of something moving behind him, right there in the polished metal of the autopsy table.

Jefferson dropped Y/N’s body and twisted, seconds before Regina plunged the stake into his back. The pointed shaft grazed his bicep, tearing a swath of fire down his arm.

They grabbled for the stake. Jefferson’s hands were like vices around Regina’s wrists, and he shoved her away from the table, away from Y/N. Regina screeched as he tore the stake away. Her blood red fingernails clawed at his eyes, and Jefferson was momentarily thrown backwards by the fury of her onslaught.

He hurled back into a side room. This one was dustier, dingier, and smelled unpleasantly of charred meat—the incinerator room. He scrambled up as Regina advanced, the stake once again in her hands.

“I should have killed you all those years ago, Jefferson. You’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side for a hundred years.” She held up the stake and slowly walked towards him.

Jefferson’s blood was boiling with rage. He knew he couldn’t beat her in a fight, but he’d do his damnedest to take her with him. At least, that’s what he thought until his back hit against a long, thin handle.

The emergency release lever for the incinerator chamber.

“I’m going to kill you, Jefferson, but not before you watch her suffer. I’m going to paralyze you first, and you’re going to watch it all.”

A few more steps, just a few more…

“She’ll be cursing your name before I’m done, cursing the day she met you…before you watch me rip out her beating heart, right in front of you.”

Regina took the final step, a look of triumph on her face as she pressed the stake against his chest, just shy of its mark.

Jefferson threw the handle and the door sprang open, the heat from a thousand hells hitting them both. Regina’s eyes widened in horrified understanding, right before Jefferson planted his boot in her midsection and kicked as hard as he could.

Regina flew backwards into the inferno. Jefferson scrabbled for the door, latching it shut and leaning against the handle. He grit his teeth as the witch flailed against the door, her death shrieks ringing in his ears.

He held it until the room was silent, and there was nothing left but ash.

Jefferson coughed and brushed at his singed clothes as he stumbled to his feet. A few dozen steps and he was at Y/N’s side, and this time he didn’t hesitate.

His lips crashed into hers and his heart cried out feeling her soft skin so cold and lifeless. Jefferson kissed her again, deeper, and he wept in relief when she drew a breath.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Jefferson? What…”

“It’s over, love. It’s really over. She’s dead.”

Y/N took in his sooty appearance, looking from him to the incinerator in a daze. She let out a sob and he pulled her into his arms, nearly crushing her with his fervor. Her lips found his.

The two held each other for a long time, letting the weight of the past few days wash over them as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace.

Right there, in the basement of the morgue, where it all began.

Jefferson pulled back and caressed her cheek lovingly.

“Come, darling, let’s go home.”

***

You leaned back in Jefferson’s arms and watched the potion brew. It was nearly ready.

You felt absolutely horrible for taking such a risk, especially when you saw his appearance. His eyes were wide with terror, his clothes singed and soot smeared on his face. The long gash on his arm had completely healed once he’d fed, but you hated to think that a drop of his blood had been spilled on your account.

Jefferson had constantly reassured you. “It wasn’t your fault, love, how could you have known? Even I didn’t think the she-devil could survive a fall like that.”

Mrs. Conrad huffed. “And of course no one thought to ask me…burning or hanging, that’s the only sure-fire way to kill a witch.”

Jefferson scowled at her, but you took his hand.

“No, she’s right. I should have said something.”

“You just wanted everything to be ready for tonight, Y/N, there’s no fault in that.” Jefferson’s lips tightened in a sad smile. “Once again, you were thinking only of me instead of your own safety.”

“It’s really over now?”

“Yes.”

You curled into his chest. “I love you, Jefferson. I’m so sorry I left. I’m sorry I scared you.”

“Don’t.”

Jefferson gently tilted your chin up, capturing your lips with his. He moaned as your lips parted. The kiss was quickly becoming heated, when Mrs. Conrad cleared her throat loudly.

“If your both quite through, we’re ready.”

Jefferson slowly pulled back, his impossibly blue eyes flicking back and forth between yours. You could feel how nervous, how excited he was.

You both were.

“Jefferson, it’s time,” Mrs. Conrad called again. “Hurry it up, boy, we’re on a bit of a schedule here.”

Despite her harsh tone you could hear the underlying concern. This was an exceedingly difficult potion to brew, and there was no guarantee what would happen once Jefferson drank it. You both stood, and walked up to the bubbling cauldron.

“Only one last ingredient left, Jefferson, and that’s a bit of your blood. Shouldn’t take much.”

Mrs. Conrad stepped back. Jefferson squeezed your hand and released it. You watched as his fangs sank into his own arm, and held it over the roiling liquid. It was dark and viscous, smelling strongly of sulfur and earth. Blood ran down Jefferson’s arm and dripped into the cauldron.

The second it hit the potion there was a bright flash, and all three of you stepped back, Jefferson pulling you behind him instinctively.

“Yes, well, I think that’s done it,” he said.

His eyes were wide, and you could feel him trembling. You were afraid for him, but this was what you’d vowed to help him do. What he always wanted—to be human again.

You just prayed it would work.

Mrs. Conrad poured a healthy ladleful of the potion into a glass. It now glittered with an earie luminescence, not looking nearly as sinister as it had moments before. Your stomach heaved, though, when you remembered what some of the ingredients had been.

Jefferson looked at from the glass to you, his eyes sparkling. His hands came up to cup your face, and he pulled you in for a deep kiss that packed behind it every ounce of emotion he felt for you. It was passionate, it was desperate, and it left you breathless.

“I love you, Jefferson.”

“I love you too.”

His eyes roamed your face one more time as if committing it to memory, and you realized he was just as scared as you were. With a nod, he took the proffered cup from Mrs. Conrad. He stared at it for a moment, then downed the contents in one go.

Nothing happened.

Then he gagged, and you quickly took the glass from his hand.

“Jefferson, are you—”

He briefly shook his head, silencing you. A hand reached out to grip the counter tightly. He moaned and clutched his stomach.

“Jefferson!”

You lunged forward as his legs gave out, catching him before he could fall and carefully lowering him to the floor. He was gasping for breath, gripping your arm tight enough to leave bruises. Frantically, you looked to Mrs. Conrad. She was as white as a sheet.

“Talk to him, Y/N. Talk him through it. The book said the transformation would be quite painful.”

“Why didn’t you tell him?!”

“Best not to know of the unpleasantness beforehand,” she said. “If anything, it only makes it worse.”

Jefferson cried out and clutched his chest, his fingers digging into the skin. He fell heavily against you.

“It’s okay, love, it’s gonna be okay…I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

He was shaking uncontrollably. You held him tighter, as if by doing that you could take away his pain. Through the bond you could feel his fear and you murmured to him, soothing words to let him know you were still there.

A low keening sound in the back of his throat quickly built into a gut-wrenching scream. Then, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, Jefferson’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed.

***

It was dying down now—the fire. He was faintly aware of a hard surface at his back, and beyond his closed eyelids there was light.

When the potion had been at its height, Jefferson hadn’t been able to think, let alone see anything. All he was aware of was pain beyond all comprehension and the sound of Y/N’s voice. If it wasn’t for her, he felt as if he might have truly gone mad.

His body was infused with light. Just as the fire had tarnished his soul with its flames, now it healed it, driving out the darkness with blinding light. Pins and needles turning into a thousand stabbing knives, as what was once dead was brought back to life. Dimly, he was aware he was screaming, yet he felt as if he couldn’t make a sound. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t move. His body was not his own.

And then it suddenly stopped. Jefferson stopped, only this time he was surrounded by light.

He opened his eyes.

What should have burned him was comforting, and he felt warmer than he had in years. He looked down, expecting to find his clothes smoking or something, but no—they were as clean and as tidy as the day he bought them. Jefferson frowned as he brushed his fingers down the fabric, then he looked around.

The landscape had shifted and dimmed a bit, and he saw trees. Not just any trees—it was the glen where he had played with his daughter, all those many, many years ago. Movement caught his eye, and Jefferson stood up.

Someone was walking towards him.

“G-Grace?”

It was. Five years old and as pretty as a picture, her long hair spilling down in golden curls that caught the light. She was wearing her long, red traveling cloak, and she carried a basket of wildflowers in one little hand. She smiled at him.

“Hello, Papa.”

Jefferson let out a sob and fell to his knees as she ran to him. He pulled his daughter into his arms and held her tightly, not bothering to stop the tears that began to flow.

“Oh, Grace…my beautiful girl. How I’ve waited for this—god, how I’ve missed you.”

“I know, Papa…I know.”

Jefferson buried his nose in her hair, feeling its silky smoothness and breathing in the scent of her, still so familiar to him. Grace smiled and touched his face, and he saw that she was crying too.

“I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry I left you. I-I didn’t want to, but I had to—to keep you safe. I made a horrible mistake, and I lost you.”

He let out a shuddering breath and tucked a lock of golden hair behind her ear. “I never forgot you, Grace, not once. I never stopped loving you.”

“I know, Papa. I’ve been watching you.”

The smile fell a little from Jefferson’s face, and he looked at the trees around him. “So this is…I’m…”

Grace laughed. “Just visiting, Papa. You’re just visiting.”

She climbed into his lap, just like she used to when she was a child. Jefferson held her and rocked her, humming an old nursery song. Grace nuzzled into him.

“How long do we have?” he asked softly.

“Not long. There are people waiting for you.” Grace looked up at him seriously. “I’ve had a long and wonderful life, Papa. I never once thought you abandoned me—I knew you’d never do that. I never stopped loving you, either.”

Jefferson kissed her forehead as the tears started again.

“It’s okay, Papa. It’s your turn now. She’s waiting for you down there. You still have a long life ahead of you if you want it.”

“I do,” he said. “I love her, Grace. Very, very much.”

She smiled and caressed his cheek. “I know. Please be happy Papa, I’ll be waiting for you when it’s time.”

Jefferson hugged his daughter, committing every inch of her to memory. He tenderly kissed her cheek and whispered against her skin.

“I love you, Grace.”

Grace held his face in her tiny hands and smiled once more, before she stood on her toes and kissed his forehead.

“I love you too, Papa.”

The second her lips touched his skin, Jefferson felt himself falling backwards, down and down with dizzying speed. The light faded. A great whooshing sound was heard, and his limbs felt heavy, his back once again pressed against a cold stone floor.

Jefferson gasped, and opened his eyes.

***

“Jefferson!”

For a few horrible seconds he didn’t move, and your world came crashing down around you. The he gasped, his eyes flying open and latching on yours.

“Y/N?”

“Oh my god—”

You threw yourself into his arms, shuddering in relief when his own wrapped around you, holding you tightly. Hot tears fell onto your cheeks, and he smoothed a hand through your hair.

“It’s all right, I…I’m okay…I’m better than okay, I’m—”

Jefferson cut off suddenly, and you stared at him. He frowned and pressed a hand to his chest, sitting very still for a moment before his eyes went wide.

“Jefferson, what’s wrong?”

He grabbed your hand and held it to his chest, staring at you.

You gasped.

A heartbeat, strong and steady beneath your hand.

“We did it, Y/N. It worked. I’m…I’m human again.”

He smiled at you, his brilliant blue eyes crinkling with happiness. You pulled him into a kiss, smiling against his lips as you felt his heart start to beat a little faster. Jefferson laughed and wiped the tears from your eyes.

He helped you up. Mrs. Conrad was smiling too, looking like the cat who ate the cream.

“I always knew you had it in you, my boy. My grandmother saw it from the start.” She pulled him into a very uncharacteristic hug. “I’m so happy for you both.”

As she let him go, you smiled seeing the tears in the old woman’s eyes. She laughed self-consciously and dotted them with a handkerchief.

“Well, don’t just stand here on my account,” she said, waiving it at you both. “Go! Off with you both!”

You laughed as he drew his arms around your waist. “Well, mister, what do you want to do on your first day as a new human?”

Jefferson hummed and traced your jaw. “What I want, is to walk outside and kiss you senseless in the sunlight, my dear.”

The sun was indeed coming up, just peeking over the horizon. Jefferson took your hand and led you to the front door.

The world outside was winter white, the ice crystals of the night’s frost glistening in the morning light. It looked as though the trees had been painted with diamonds. You stepped out onto the front porch, smiling as the sun warmed your face.

Jefferson stood there for a moment with his eyes closed. He breathed deeply, seeming to soak up every last ray as the sun inched higher. He looked like an angel. His eyes opened, finding yours.

He stepped forward, drawing his arms around you once more. His lips grazed your jaw, making you sigh as the old familiar heat began to build. You murmured his name as he softly kissed his way up to your lips, parting them with his tongue. You moaned.

“I intend to kiss you like this each and every morning for the rest of our lives, my dear, so you’d better get used to it.”

Your eyes blinked open, realizing what he just said.

“I mean it, Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. I want to court you and romance you, and then I want to marry you and start a family of our own.”

You exhaled sharply and nodded, momentarily at a loss for words. Jefferson’s eyes flashed and he smiled.

“I love you, Y/N. Thank you. For everything.”

His body was warm against yours and his breath soft on your face, his eyes fluttering closed as his lips found yours again. You pulled him closer, feeling his heart’s steady rhythm against your chest. He was right there. Alive and real, and yours.

“I love you, Jefferson. In this life, and the next.”

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[closedcoffins]

i actually don't have activity levels but people have asked me like, what muses i'm feeling for things like plotting before and idk how to explain it so i'm just going to make a list ( ← person who loves making lists )

keep in mind that i am always happy to plot with and write any of my muses!

muses i write often who i am always happy to write more

claire stanfield

melvi dormentaire

sham

ronny schiatto

isaac dian

mark twain

muses i don't write often who i would love to write more

maria barcelito

jacuzzi splot

nice holystone

luchino b. campanella

christopher shaldred

maiza avaro

jules upham

pamela mccall

lana sutton

sonja bake

rachel jones

kate gandor

laz smith

tick jefferson

elmer c. albatross

roger zelazny

camille renaudin

ice pick joe

yemevon

muses i don't write often because they are really super out there but i love them

graham specter

ladd russo

gabriel & juliano barsotti

victor talbot

cyran azerrad kapral

muses i don't write often because they deal with potentially difficult subjects but i'm still happy to write them

huey laforet

roy maddock

edith carmine

dallas genoard

rail

il dottore

muses i'm still not confident about, but the only way to get better is to write them more!

luck gandor

chane laforet

molsa martillo

keith gandor

berga gandor

kalia gandor

mark wilmens

nicola casetti

tock "tim" jefferson

yuri briar

[bigbadripley]

Chemistry - Ⅲ - Like a Stone

PAIRING: VALKYRIE X BISEXUAL!FEMALE!OC

Appearances: Student!Valkyrie, Student!Thor, Student!Wanda, Professor!Curtis Connors

Summary: Reese Majors decides to join a tutoring program hosted by her favorite professor for volunteer hours. She gets set up to tutor a girl named Valkyrie Brunnhilde, a bombshell she’s never met before. Reese finds herself in a world of trouble as she grows closer to the once stranger that she is meant to help with her classwork.

+18 | third-person omniscient | 1,726 words | Fluffy/Dash of Angst | College AU | Warnings: Light swearing, mutual pining, questioning of sexuality, virgin!OC, marijuana use 

A/N: I write new warnings for each part of the story. You are responsible for your own consumption of stories online. DL;DR. As always, if you find anything that needs to have a warning or I mislabeled something, please let me know~

Chapter list (ongoing)

Reese only realized how boring Dr. Connors' class was once she had something to look forward to. Her stomach was in knots at the idea of meeting up with Val after class. Is it a date? What is she like outside of tutoring? Will she be okay with me having to cut out at 3 to have my session with Thor? A million questions and thoughts buzzed through her busy brain. 

Reese wanted upright hands on the clock above the dry-erase board. Just five more minutes, and yet it felt like an eternity. She was so fixated that she was drooling on the hand, holding her face up. She knew the material that Connors was covering, so she was okay with not being attentive. 

Tick, tock, tick, tock...

Jefferson Hall at noon. Reese would have to book it as soon as class ended. The minute's hand was nearly there as the second's hand made another revolution around the clock. She obsessively counted the seconds down:

Five... four... three... two...

"Alright, that's time. Remember your homework on page 203!" Dr. Connors called out as Reese, and the rest of the students packed their books. She rushed out of the room like her life depended on it, needing to get to the dormitory on the West side of campus known as Jefferson. 

Once she got there, she frantically checked her phone to find that it was 12:03, but no sign of Val. Is it lame to be on time? I hope she doesn't see me as too desperate. She thought to herself. She decided to scroll through social media to give the illusion that she wasn't actively watching the crowds of students passing by. 

The time was 12:10 before Reese finally heard the accent she was pining for. "Sorry, I'm late. Had to stop by my place for something. You ready?" Val asked upon reaching her. Reese's eyes immediately flicked to her lips, watching the words flow through them. God, she's immaculate. 

"I'm ready," Reese replied, trying not to seem nervous. Without warning, Val grabbed Reese's wrist and began to run.

They arrived at a clearing in the wooded area off campus. There sat a giant bolder where Val planted herself upon their stopping. Reese breathed heavily, starved of oxygen from the run. 

"And here I thought you did track." Val laughed, poking fun. Rather than be offended by the comment, Reese realized that she had never mentioned that to her. 

"You've been asking around about me?" She asked, flattered. Val reached into her bag and pulled out a metal Altoids tin. From the container, she revealed a small hand-rolling joint. Reese suddenly understood what she went back to her place for. "Hopefully, you've been hearing good things." 

Val thoughtfully placed the joint between her plump lips and lit it with a hefty inhale. She held the smoke for a moment before releasing it into the open air. "I've heard a couple of things through the grapevine," She finally responds. "You smoke?" 

The answer that Val was looking for wasn't necessarily a yes, but any response that wasn't too uptight. If Val was going to get close to Reese, it needed to be established that she was as loose as Wanda said. Reese joined her on the rock and shrugged,

"I did a handful of times in school, but I would always do too much and fall asleep at parties." She said, followed by a laugh. 

Val laughed along, "That's too cute!" She responded. Reese's face turned red at the thought of being cute to Val. She held the joint between her thumb and index finger, attempting to pass it to Reese, but Reese hesitantly declined. It wasn't that she didn't want to, but every time she smoked, she coughed so much it would embarrass her. 

Val took another hit, inhaled, and to Reese's surprise, took her face between her hands. She brought Reese's lips up close to hers, nearly grazing them. Reese knew what Val was about to do, having done it before but never with someone as incredible as her. She parted her lips slightly, and Val blew the smoke gently into her mouth.

Their closeness gave Reese far more of a high than the actual second-hand cannabis. Once Val backed away, Reese immediately began coughing harshly. 

"Sorry." Reese apologized in between the hacks. Val let out another chuckle,

"Now I wonder if you're as much of a party animal as I was led to believe." Reese felt her head float, meaning she was a bit baked. "I've also heard you double-major in biomedical engineering and secondary education, minoring in organic chemistry. In other words, you're a big nerd!" She continued. 

Reese's mouth moved faster than her stoned brain could register. "Oh yeah? How about you?" She asked. 

"I started off undeclared, but I picked anthropology with a minor in history when I transferred," Val explained. Reese suddenly felt the need to make fun of her right back,

"So you're a nerd, too!" She explained, causing Val to laugh more. Reese couldn't get enough of her laugh and wanted to find more funny things to say, but she couldn't pull anything out of her mind. Before she could, Val spoke up again. 

"I also want to know more about your relationship with the archer." She asked. Val truly wanted to get onto the topic of her sexuality but didn't want to spring right into it. If Val could get the answer she wanted, Reese would be the type she was looking for. 

Reese shrugged. "It was a fun relationship while it lasted. It wasn't his fault things ended, but I just wanted to move slower than him, I guess." She explained. Val cocked her head and raised another question,

"Was it a 'he wanted to move in, and you didn't' type of situation?" 

Reese nodded in agreement. "Yes, but it wasn't that I didn't want to move in. I wanted to avoid the stuff that typically comes with living with your significant other." She tried to word it in a way that didn't outright give herself away.

After a moment of thinking about it, it clicked in Val's head what she meant. "Oh my Gods, you're a virgin?" She asked. Val couldn't help but feel a needle of disappointment at the idea, but she found it interesting simultaneously. 

"Yeah, yeah. Make fun all you want. I'm a late bloomer." Reese said, expecting more of the playful banter. 

Val shook her head, "No, I think it's sweet, actually. Do you mind explaining why?"

Reese took a deep breath, preparing to tell her things that nobody else knew. "Clint was my first and only long-term relationship, and I did love him, but it was a situation where love just wasn't enough. He was so patient with me, wanting to take things at my pace, but I couldn't imagine sleeping with him." She trailed off, looking at her hands. 

Val understood what she meant and thought it meant Reese leaned towards women, but she allowed her to continue. 

"When we started college together, I got a double major and a part-time job, so my time was limited, and I couldn't hang out as much or look at apartments with him or anything to further our relationship. I overextended myself, so I would have less time for him on purpose. Eventually, I ended things because I didn't want to hold him back, but he was still confused, so there's some bad blood there." 

In response to Reese not elaborating much about it, Val came right out and said it. "Another thing I heard was that you're gay. Could that be why?" Reese reflected on the question for a second, knowing the answer was simple, but she needed to go more in-depth. 

"I mean, I'm definitely more into girls than guys, but... there was so much love for Clint that I can't even begin to count that out. I struggled with my sexuality for a long time, and he encouraged me to find out for myself. I'm not out as bisexual to everyone, but I'm sure they've all figured it out one way or another." Reese finally put it all out there. She had never told anyone the whole story before and was surprised at how easy it was to open up to Val.

The woman smiled at her before she spoke up. "It sounds like you wanted something Clint couldn't give you. Don't feel bad, though. We all have to take time to find what we want." 

Reese wanted Val and didn't need any more time to find that. She wanted to kiss her so badly that it caused her to feel an unfamiliar ache. Val shared the same feeling but recognized that Reese being a virgin changed things. To get wrapped up with her would risk her wanting commitment that Val wasn't ready to give. 

Though they both looked at each other's lips with divine lust, Val was the first to stand up and suggest they head back to campus.

Tutoring with Thor was another session of work that didn't get done. Rather than study, Thor took an immediate assessment of his friend and asked how it went with Val. 

"It was fun. I probably won't see her again until Monday, though." She explained. Thor shook his head,

"No, no, no, no! That won't do! Alpha Phi Alpha has our annual toga party tomorrow, and you need to be there because Val will be there." He told her. Reese hesitated,

"How can you be so sure?" 

"Because she comes to all the frat parties, Reese's Cup! C'mon, you haven't been to one since you were with Barton." Thor exclaimed. 

Reese was taken aback by the old nickname before gathering her thoughts. "That's because he went to all of those parties. Is he going to be there, you think?"

"I'm sure he will be, but don't even worry about it! I'll be your wingman like in the old days at those high school parties with the terrible blue vodkas and hard lemonades." He said, seeming to want Reese there even if Val wasn't attending. Reese did miss having a friend in Thor, so she agreed to go on the condition that he finish the last hour of tutoring actually working. He did just that, making their agreement solid. 

[incorrectbaccano]

Adele: By what name are you known?

Tock: There are some who call me... Tim?

[originalmilkshakekitty]

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Thrilling Adventure Hour

Thrilling Adventure Hour is back which is great news. It’s one of my favorite podcasts. But I think it’s unfair that now 200+ previously FREE episodes are now locked behind a patreon paywall. It seems like it’s just a way to force people to pay. Why didn’t they just put the new episodes behind a paywall for a while and give Patrons extra content like more behind the scenes stuff.

[whatgaviiformes]

Firefly’s Glow - Part 1/?

For @janetm74 and @tsarinatorment and because I am desperate to post something to get my groove going again.

 📦 trapped in a box requested by Janetm74 / How about ⏳ - time’s running out and 📦 - trapped in a box with some Scott&Gordon? – requested by Tsarinatorment

A/N: Author’s Note - Okay, first I hope it’s ok that I combined these asks. Second, I know this is strange. End notes included to explain. Also, I have and by extension Gordon has a potty mouth. I promise I edited most of them out. 

*****

Less than a minute.

Gordon could work miracles in less than a minute. In 51.2 seconds, he went from Gordon Tracy, son of the late Jefferson Tracy, to Gordon Tracy, Olympic Gold Medalist representing the United States of America. He’d let the muscular pull, push, recovery rhythm of the butterfly stroke propel him past world records.

But of course he never really had to think about how to move through water.

Focus.

He had shackles to pick.

“You’re running out of time, Gordon Tracy.”

Damn it all.

Now the Hood was just being rude. It was Virgil’s face and voice that taunted him– though it really wasn’t his voice because Virgil could never speak to Gordon with a tone so laced with malice. Ire, sure. Hatred and malevolence, no way in hell.

Gordon would tear the Hood apart for stealing his brother’s voice, starting with a solid right hook in his snickering mug once he got out this.

Arms crossed, the Hood had a timer in one hand and an unrecognizable gun in the other. Though Gordon knew guns, he couldn’t recognize this one from the quick glance he’d spared. He’d had no time to look.

35 seconds.

He could do this. In that amount of time he’d saved an electrified Thunderbird 2 from a free fall by redocking his pod in the plummeting behemoth and connecting their computer systems to regain control. He hadn’t needed time to think, just react – his brother’s life was dependent on Thunderbird 2’s survival.

His brother whose voice was stolen by a madman.

“My, my, didn’t my niece teach you better than that?”

Leave Kayo out of this, you stupid, greedy, motherf - His survival thus far had been a little bit Kayo, a little bit Parker, and a whole lot of Brains. Parker for the lock picking knowledge, Kayo for the speed and survival tactics, Brains for the lock pick built into the bottom of his boots.

And sure, maybe a little bit of his own survival training helped.

A minute to remove the shackles in exchange for freedom. 60 seconds. Gordon could save lives in 60 seconds. He can, and will, save his own.

15 seconds left.

“Tick tock.”

His hands fumbled with the small pick between his fingers and the awkward angle of a lock he couldn’t even see, only feel.

8

7

6

Click!

The shackles came free and fell to the ground with a clatter. Gordon panted, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Very good. Perhaps, you have some worth to me after all.”

“But-”

“Oh, I was never going to let you go, Gordon Tracy. But thank you for the…” Virgil-that’s-not-really-Virgil waved a hand towards Gordon’s shoes. “Demonstration.”

Rage welled up inside him.

It was Virgil’s face, sure, but Gordon had punched Virgil before. Hell, Virgil had punched him before. And the man in front of him wasn’t really Virgil anyway. So, Gordon launched himself at the Hood, preparing to attack.

In his anger, he’d forgotten about the gun. He wouldn’t have entered a gunfight with his fists if he remembered. Taking out your opponent 101.  His WASP superior officers would have been sorely disappointed in him.

Sans his standard yellow baldric (because the Hood had taken that from him too), Gordon gasped at the sudden impact that hit his chest. Even though the projectile’s force wasn’t enough to drive him back, the gun, intended for mid-range, packed a hell of a punch, and there was a terrifying moment when Gordon looked down at his body and expected to see blood. Instead, the dart protruding from his left pectoral carried a blue liquid, an injection of something. He didn’t know what, and somehow, that thought was even less comforting.

The swift lethargy that flowed through his muscles slowed him as the drug hit.

Gordon crumpled to the dirty cement floor as Virgil cackled in his ear, and all went black.

*****

Gordon’s love of the sea came first from the fact that the sea was so different from the plains of Kansas, secondly that it was a part of the Earth itself he loved so much. and thirdly – and most importantly– because the first time he stepped into the rushing waves of the ocean it had been like finally learning to breathe.

Gordon had learned to appreciate all of Earth’s life at a young age. He was never a rescue scout like Scott, as there was a bit too much focus on badgework for his tastes, but his youth was spent making mud pies, watching bird’s nests, and observing caterpillar chrysalises all the same.

The summer Gordon was six, Scotty had taken him out to the barn late at night and showed him how to make a lantern of fireflies. Their adventure pack (really Scott’s school bag, repurposed) held a flashlight, mason jars, a couple pieces of mesh to put overtop the glass, and two bug nets.  

No brothers were allowed – this was for him and Scotty only.

He’d abandoned the bug net for his hands pretty quickly, and within a few minutes, he’d managed to catch five or so for his lightning bug lantern. Of course, Scott had managed to catch more because he was older and also because he’d shared this memory with all his brothers and this was only Gordon’s first time.

It had been so pretty, the fireflies dancing in the mason jar, their lights slowly dimming and brightening in a mellow cadence that soothed his soul. But then, he realized their little bodies, which were used to flying around in the expanse of the sky, were suddenly confined to the glass container of the jar. And he saw not beauty but pain.  

It was a lovely, bittersweet memory he kept close to his heart because it represented a key moment of his youth: first growing up with Scott as an older brother and also the first time he’d felt a creature’s cry reach him. It was the same wail he felt when he read about oil spills off the coast of Alaska and illegal fishing nets that should not still be in use, and, god, the absolute trash humanity left in the oceans for poor sea turtles to choke over.

Scott hadn’t understood where the tears came from suddenly, but Gordon remembered his brother kneeling in front of him so their eyesight was level, and he recalled him asking what happened and what Gordon needed, completely uncaring that his jeans were getting dirty in the fertilized soil.  And the best thing about Scott was that he was the type of older brother that didn’t laugh or ignore him when Gordon said “they want out” through blubbering tears. He just helped Gordon release their fireflies back into the night, and instead they spent their evening counting their happy flickering until the numbers lulled Gordon to sleep.

The memory faded; the fireflies behind his eyes converged to a fragment on the other side of his lids, and a piercing white struck his brain with each blink as he awoke.

His feet were cold. The Hood had stolen his boots. Of freaking course. His next realization was that the rest of him was not as cold as his feet. In fact, that light coming in through the window was making his face and neck feel quite flushed.

It was the light that told him he was somewhere new. Previously the Hood had kept him locked in the darkness in his cell.

He groaned, shifting to sit up and look around his new abode, which was compact and with no angles to define the walls. But it was all glass, and so the window he thought was present was actually the room itself. And the floor he realized, feeling the material against the pads of his feet as he stood, was also glass.

His investigation was short lived, and Gordon hissed as the attempt to put weight on his left foot shot a laser of pain up through his ankle.

God, the Hood must have really thrown him in here, he thought.

He looked up.

No, not thrown. Dropped.

The ceiling of the room was not a ceiling at all, but the top of a bottle where the glass curved inward and then continued upward.

It was not quite what he imagined…. being the test subject of a madman. Maybe a tube or a cage or the cell where he was before would make sense, but a human-sized glass bottle?  He felt like one of the fireflies he was just dreaming of, and of course, the Hood had to steal that memory too, in addition to his baldric, his boots, and his brother’s face.

As Gordon squinted to peer past the glass, the light that had been penetrating his new home suddenly darkened with a singular brown eye filling the expanse of the vessel, disorienting the shape so that the pupil was huge and the iris round, and the rest was…well, still huge just not as much so.

Fire raced through his ankle as he backed up two steps, stumbling into the back of the bottle.

“Gordon?” The eye said in a deep rumble.

The hell? He knew that voice.

“Fuse?”

“Shit, man, you’re tiny.”

His instinct was to look at his hands, but of course, they were the same from his perspective, though perhaps a bit grimier than they were before he was captured, tossed in a cell, and then forced to pick his way out of his shackles for no reason other than the Hood’s demented sense of pleasure.

The eye was then replaced with Fuse’s hand as he picked up the bottle to clasp it by the neck and pull it off of what was clearly a high shelf, with Gordon still inside.

Everything was not okay.

He was not okay.

It was never a human-sized bottle, and as his world shifted with Fuse raising the glass, Gordon realized he was lucky if he was half a foot tall.

END PART 1

End note:  In effort to think outside the box for in a box my brain went straight to pocket!Gordon, so I went angsty Arrietty/the Borrowers vibes. There’s a more literal box planned later, I promise, and more Scott as requested. But for now, hope this helps do the job. Also don’t skip over the first part, POCKET!GORDON. 😊

Part 2

[straightlikenay]

Looking Back on Tomorrow’s America

How great it would’ve been to win.

Some victory still lingers within,

like a soft undying flame.

We’ve become very much in love with how it was then.

Hearts saturated,

minds infatuated.

How thankful we are for the annual reenactments.

Antebellum here in our own backyard.

A great age relived with no tick, no tock.

Some bound to the whipping post

Black limbs locked to the stocks. It always excites,

down to the smell of oppressed hearts

and the sound of weeping chains, they got it right.

The accuracy keeps us coming back every year

to witness the perfected plight.

How great it was,

all the power, all the might.

For a cheap price,

you can get a feel for how good it was

to be..whi-

We’re taking the youngest boy for the first time,

had to convince mom that he was old enough.

Personally, I think five is fine.

These days everyone wants to be so safe.

But these kids need to learn the truth, that’s why I love this place.

Libs making everything so soft, so PC.

What would we have if they erase our history?

Maybe you should come.

It'll be like a rebirth, a baptism,

you'll feel like a new man.

Come, play your role in dissolving that original sin.

After that, we're hitting a rally.

I really think we can still win.

-LeAndrew L. Jefferson ‘20

[semper-legens]

26. The Thrilling Adventure Hour, by Ben Acker and Ben Blacker

Owned?: Yes Page count: 132 My rating: 3/5 My summary: In this comic adaption of the podcast The Thrilling Adventure Hour, there are stories from each of the major narratives. Sparks Nevada fights for justice on Mars, Cactoid Jim combats some murdermen, Banjo Bindlestuff searches for the Hobo Princess, Phillip Fathom and Captain Laserbeam fight crime, Jefferson Reid and Amelia Earhart fight Nazis, Colonel Tick-Tock solves time-travel problems, and the USSA solves problems in space. My commentary:

Anyone remember the Thrilling Adventure Hour? I listened to them a good while back, but I never finished all of the podcasts. I believe it’s been gone for a while, which is a shame, because it was always pretty fun! The gimmick is that it’s styled after pulpy 1950s radio shows, with the kind of stories that were common on radio at the time. That gimmick is kind of lost in comic form, where the comics take on the look of pulpy comic book series’, I guess? 

Not a lot to say about this one, either, due to the nature of the thing. I have a problem with some of the narratives in here because of how formulaic they are - Captain Laserbeam is the worst of those, in my opinion. Oh, it’s fun, but exactly the same thing happens every podcast, down to the same lines showing up and the same plot points. Sure, it’s deliberate, as part of the parody, but that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. 

It’s been a hot minute since I listened to TAH, so I didn’t click with some of the stories based on the narratives I don’t remember very well - Jefferson Reid and Colonel Tick-Tock fell victim to this. One that didn’t was Amelia Earhart, but that was mostly because it had pirates in it. I like pirates.

My favourite of the stories are Sparks Nevada, Moonshine Holler, and Beyond Belief. Sparks Nevada’s story is classic, but really succinctly introduces the reader to the major characters and their stories, as well as the kind of narratives that can be expected from the show. Moonshine Holler is formulaic, as I criticised Captain Laserbeam for being, but the detailed art style and sheer ridiculousness of the story being told bumped it up into favourite status. Beyond Belief...look, I love this show, and these drunk idiot paranormal investigators. I can’t help it! They’re great! And Frank and Sadie were on fine form in this story. What’s not to love?

All in all, not the best comic ever, but it’s pretty fun.

[wellntruly]

I am betraying how far back in your archives I am reading, but, at one point when watching TNG, you encountered Q and learned that he was what was being parodied by “an all-powerful space ~entity~ in this brilliant radio play I listened to, which always did a ton of homaging to old TV shows,” which sounds like my jam. I could probably google it but I don’t think I would get good results from “k q radio.” Do you happen to remember what the show was?? Thanks!

a) Thank you so much for so clearly describing what you are referring to, that is LOVELY ask etiquette

b) The Thrilling Adventure Hour!! And now I will need to further explain, because while Thrilling does somewhat exist as a podcast again these days in a sporadic, piecemeal “Treasury” form, the TEN YEARS of material from 2005-2015 that make up the original show is now only available to $5/month supporters on their new Patreon. Which is fair, that is an absolutely massive amount of high quality work that should be paid for. And it’s not like you would need to pay for it forever, just however as long as you’d be working your way through the archives, if the rest of my description continues to pique your interest.

The conceit of The Thrilling Adventure Hour is that for, again, ten years, two writers and a core group of actors in Los Angeles, along with very good musicians and a rotating cast of special guest stars, would do a monthly stage show in which they would perform an old timey-style radio play (but with very modern sensibilities) at microphones in front of a live audience. Like a staged play reading, basically. Each show would be composed of three segments, always beginning with ‘Sparks Nevada: Marshall on Mars’ (self explanatory) and concluding with ‘Beyond Belief’, which is basically if Nick & Nora Charles were mediums. The middle segment would be filled by one of a bunch of other stories, from the old Batman cartoon-style ‘Captain Laserbeam’ to the old Doctor Who-style ‘Colonel Tick-Tock’, or something like ‘Jefferson Reid: Ace American’ which spun off into the adventures of ‘Amelia Earhart: Fearless Flyer’, who is now a time-traveler who fights Nazis and flirts with ladies. The recording of the live monthly show would be split into each of its three segments, and released each week in podcast form, with the fourth week some sort of bonus episode. Some of the segments were more serialized than others, particularly ‘Sparks’, but all are really best listened to in order, as I did, for many, many hours of enjoyment on my commute in NYC years ago.

What’s wild about TAH is that for something that seems fairly under-the-radar online, the star power behind this thing is pretty huge. The main players include Actors You May Know like Marc Evan Jackson, Busy Phillips, Paul F. Tompkins, Paget Brewster, Joshua Malina, and so, so many goddamn guest stars. I can’t even start to list some of the guest stars. Besides it’s more fun when they just pop up unexpectedly, and you’re like wait shit it’s Retta!

Anyway, K was a character played with manic whimsy by Paul F. Tompkins, and I think they were originally on ‘Colonel Tick-Tock’ and then spilled over into ‘The Algonquin Four’? That’s the one where Dorothy Parker, Harry Houdini, Woodrow Wilson, and Robert Benchley have superpowers, like the 1920s wits version of the Fantastic Four.

[forlornmelody]

Share three songs that remind you of your OC

I got tagged by @drellvhen and @bronzeagelove to share my musical headcanons for my OC’s. Glad to know I’m not the only one who creates playlists for my art rather obsessively. 

Tagging: @illusivesoul, @valiantfartpanda, and @soulventure91 if you’d like to share. :)

I’m also gonna post lines/commentary because....science. I was gonna post this for ALL my OC’s but I’m struggling to find stuff for Artemis Shep as she’s so new to my muse, so...here’s one for each tag I received. 

Cass Shep

Art by @valiantfartpanda (aaand I just realized I tagged you twice. Heh, congrats?)

Cass has always been a party animal, and a little bit of a rebel. I can’t begin to tell you the diplomatic incidents her mom has had to unravel as an Alliance officer. Poor Hannah XD. Early on in their relationship, Cass learns that Joker can’t stand 21st century pop music, so Cass takes it as a personal challenge to rickroll him with every single under the sun. Tik Tok captures that party vibe. If You Seek Amy is her anthem after Horizon, and Umbrella is how Jeff learns that Cass is actually a pretty good singer.

1) Tick Tock by Ke$ha

2) If You Seek Amy by Britney Spears

3) Umbrella by Rihanna

Dreya T’Vasi

Art by @ta-mars-space

I imagine Dreya as the Asari version of a hipster. She’s in love with alt everything, and is always trying to find underground music. A lot of her songs revolve around her relationship with my Clone Shep. Violet is their response to Hope Lillium’s hostility, and her own parents’ disdain. White Rabbit is the soundtrack to the Clone’s first visit to Dreya’s communal home, and uh....their first time. XD. Gold is how they feel about their relationship with each other--both feel like the other is made of gold and how their very self is going to turn their lover to stone.

1) Violet by Hole

2) White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane

3) Gold by Pen Pals

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Masterlist

I’M FINALLY UPDATING IT.

It won’t be updated often as I currently don’t have a laptop, but I finally got access to a laptop long enough to update my list. It’s been killing me.

Sorted by fandom and then by series. ** means smut.

Riverdale One Shots Jughead Jones - Comforting Serpents Sweet Pea - Southside Hero

Avengers One Shots * Bucky Barnes - Stubble * * Bucky Barnes - Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me * * Clint Barton - Mine * Loki Laufeyson - Love Yourself * Loki Laufeyson - Stress Relief * Loki Laufeyson - This is Love Natasha Romanoff - Family of Three Natasha Romanoff - Good Morning * Natasha Romanoff - Possession * * Pietro Maximoff - Special Surprise *

* Steve Rogers - The Comment * Steve Rogers - Doormat * Steve Rogers - Honeymoon *

Once Upon a Time One Shots August Booth - Believe * Baelfire - Before Anyone Else * Belle - Story Time Charming - David Charming - Tell Me Emma Swan - Secrets Felix - The One I Love Felix - Only One Hades - Let the Right One In Henry Mills - Study Date Jefferson - Family Jefferson - Hats and Tea * Jefferson - Together Again * Killian Jones - Aunt Flow * Killian Jones - Compensation * Killian Jones - First Mate * Killian Jones - Hear Me Roar * * Killian Jones - Next Go Round * Neal Cassidy - Coffee * Neal Cassidy - Reunited * * Peter Pan - Make Some Noise * * Peter Pan - Midnight Loving * * Peter Pan - Mine * Peter Pan - Pirates Peter Pan - Reverse This Curse Peter Pan - Second Star to the Right * Peter Pan - So Confident * Peter Pan - True Love Peter Pan - Wanted * Regina Mills - My Queen * Ruby - Shoulder to Cry On Rumplestiltskin - Deal * Sheriff Graham - Only You * Snow White - Your Spot Zelena - Picture Perfect

Descendants One Shots Ben - You Stole My Heart Carlos de Vil - A Whole New World Carlos de Vil - NSFW Alphabet Gil - True Intentions Harry Hook - Into the Woods Harry Hook - Under the Moonlight * Harry Hook - Under the Moonlight Part 2 *

Supernatural One Shots Dean Winchester - Car Wash Dean Winchester - Jealous? * Dean Winchester - Like a Virgin * * Lucifer - S.E.X. * * Sam Winchester - Book Thief* * Sam Winchester - Comforting Touch * * Sam Winchester - Welcome Home *

Harry Potter One Shots Draco Malfoy - Changes Draco Malfoy - Love Story Harry Potter - Something Better Ron Weasley - Speak Now

Multi Fandom Reader Insert One Shots Prompt List Audrey Jensen - Blind Date * Blaine DeBeers - Exercise * Blaine DeBeers - Surprise! Bucky Barnes - Who Are You? Emma Swan - Dear Diary Gabriel - What a Jerk Jareth - Tick Tock Tick * Jefferson - Mr & Mrs * Joshamee Gibbs - Frozen * Lucifer - May I? * * Mike Johnson - You Bastard * Reid Garwin - No Pen Sherlock - I Killed It * Ty Johnson - Crazy in Love *

Multi Fandom Prompt One Shots Prompt List Loki Laufeyson - Dealing With Children

Seven Minutes in Heaven One Shots Character List Bucky Barnes * Bucky Barnes Sequel * Charlie Bradbury Draco Malfoy * Draco Malfoy Sequel * Felix * Felix Sequel * Jughead Jones * Jughead Jones Sequel * Legolas Greenleaf Loki Laufeyson

* Loki Laufeyson Sequel * Mal

Ravi Chakrabarti Reid Garwin * Reid Garwin Sequel* Ron Weasley * Ron Weasley Sequel *

Soulmate AU One Shots Bucky Barnes - Nicknames Fili - Man of My Dreams Garth Fitzgerald IV - Bruises Jake Fitzgerald - Stab My Back Lowell Tracey - Benefit Concert Peter Pan - Emerald Green Sam Winchester - Coincidence

A Fork in the Road - Emmett Cullen x Reader Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Hidden in the Pages - Draco Malfoy x Reader Chapter 1

Mommy Dearest - Peter Pan x Reader Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

[closedcoffins]

muses as the amazing devil lyrics

not all of them cos i couldnt find lyrics. for all of them

Claire Stanfield --- and what you see is not the dark / it's just the gods upturning inkpots / 'cause they know what you'll become

Graham Specter --- sometimes i fall to pieces / just to see what bits of me don't fit

Jacuzzi Splot --- oh what, these? these aren't tears / it's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall.

Nice Holystone --- over hedges we'd headlong / and on ledges we'd land / from every height i'd fall i'd call / i'd reach out for your hand

Huey Laforet --- because brick by brick you built us / and i'd fill in the cracks / nothing quite prepares you for / when they don't come back

Melvi Dormentaire --- if i have to be who i was ( "you're not." ) / do i have to be who i am?

Luchino B. Campanella --- ( "you are your own magician, let the ocean give to you" ) / and by my own admission, had no notion what to do

Luck Gandor --- there's a fire burning / and i'm learning to be / so much more than my tiredness

Sham --- well hello, my hollow holofernes! / i wink but you don't get the joke

Ronny Schiatto --- if you asked me for my lighter mate, i gave you my fire / i'd call as you climed / and i'd catch you every time you fell

Christopher Shaldred --- didn't the trees tell us their stories? / ( "yeah but we, we thought you were mental, you were talking to trees" )

Isaac Dian --- and you, you follow philosophies / but me, i laugh, i choke

Maiza Avaro --- can you pass me the lighter, mate / give me your fire

Chané Laforet --- i look at those secret worlds you call eyes / and wonder if we might---

Victor Talbot --- and i climb up the ladder / had i taken more care / i might have seen all the rot in the rungs

Keith Gandor --- and what you hear is not silence / it's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum

Berga Gandor --- and the door shuts behind me / and i breathe in the air / and say 'yeah, well i'm sorry too'

Kate Gandor --- welcome to my table, bring your hunger

Laz Smith --- day by day, oh lord, three things i pray / that i might understand as best i can / how bold i was, could be, will be, still am, by god still am

Mark Wilmens --- i look into the waters and see a face i don't recognize / who's this / who are you / what changed, i ask / so strange, he replies

Roy Maddock --- my head's not yours, it's mine / and i'll take my fucking time / 'cause i know, i know, i know...

Edith Carmine --- and to those gods i will speak bluntly / we've an accord / if you ever touch or harm him / please rest assured / that you might not fear a man / but to a woman by the end you'll kneel and plea

Tick Jefferson --- i can't wait to show you / how much i know you can be / just let the rain come / let the rain come down, down

Tock “Tim” Jefferson --- be good to me, i beg of him / be good to me, i beg of him / be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good / and he replies / ( "no no, not i" )

Elmer C. Albatross --- and i stare at the soldiers before me / all my blossoms that have waited to fall / and i walk / and i walk / and i walk / and i walk / knowing every last one of them is painted in light / as i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right

Dallas Genoard --- and when the rain came down / i made a vow out to the dark / please let her live just one more day / 'cause she is so much more than all her scars

Rail --- somehow now i'm drinking / and i'm lifting my glass / to that last good man grace / who has left me, he's left me at last / and i laugh, and i laugh / 'cause laughing right now, it's all, it's all that i have

Lua Klein --- and for a time there is timelessness / endless furore / to the dark i said pour and forgot to say when

Sylvie Lumiere --- and on that tree i'll carve your name / 'cause in years to come we both know we won't be the same

Gretto Avaro --- if she doesn't have the will / but it seems the whole world does, i'll stay because / i will be the man my father never was

Monica Campanella --- and i can hear him break / and he doesn't understand / and i wish that i could take his hand / but where i'm going is for me and me alone

Esperanza C. Boroñal --- and my saint, she is dancing / as every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame / and the soldiers march behind me / i can hear them beat their spears

Nile --- welcome to the storm / i am thunder

Nader Schasschule --- i wish i'd done things different / i wish that i'd been brave / i wish i'd known these stones / were something i could save

Adele --- 'be good to me' i whisper / and you say 'what?' / and i say 'nothing, dear'

Ennis --- remember me, i ask / remember me, i sing / give me back my heart, you wingless thing

Mark Twain --- and what they hear isn't laughter, after all / it's just your voice learning for once to stand up tall

Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach --- and i can hear her sing / and i know she's giving up / and i don't know what to do, how to help her / how to bring her home

Yuri Briar --- it starts with love and comfort / becomes a strength of will / but all that strength made rubble / of those towers we built