#Viper the shadow walker

[wellcome-to-chaos]

*leaves a bouquet of rainbow roses for Mystery and Viper with a little note*

Note: Happy Pride Month!!

(Ooc: I saw this earlier(few days ago at this point), was just waiting for Mystery to get out of the infirmary before answering this)

*zey pick up the flowers and reads the note* thanks :)

*Viper looks at his and raises an eyebrow from behind his mask*

What is the point of these?

*zey elbow him*

Don't be rude

[wellcome-to-chaos]

*out of the shadows a man wearing a black hoodie, black pants, and a white mask with a creepy smile painted on it*

*the man has red, shoulder length hair*

You're friends with the runt, aren't you

*the room visually looks normal, nothing/no one there, nothing out of place, but there's a sense of someone's presence*

*along with that is the scent of cigarettes*

- 🦊

. . .

... who's there? you here to arrest me for something...? ...getting the feeling there's some kind of noir detective or something nearby...

[sterifels-blog]

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[blodgmonster]

Crescent City: House of Flame and Shadow reread commentary that no one reads except Lindsey. Part 2, electric boogaloo.

- How the HELL did they walk from the Hewn City to the Prison?

- Door was a portal. Okay.

- Midgard's constellations are ours.

- fuuuuuuuuuck the Harpy is alive!!?

-Ithan has to fight Sigrid. This is going to go well. He won't fuck this up at ALL.

- The Dread Trove was created by the Daglan/Asteri! God, I forgot a lot of shit.

- Azriel, who has terrible burn scars on his hands, just walked through Nesta's silver flames with "not an ounce of fear on his beautiful face." Their friendship is low key awesome.

-the Daglan/Asteri corrupted the Cauldron!!!?

- the way Silene describes the fae from Erliea. Beautiful, strong, aggressive, and wild. Hell yeah. These Daglan HAVE to be Valg if the fae from Erliea know them.

- Baxian bit off Ruhn's hand!

- AND FOR NOTHING! THEY GOT CAUGHT.

-Ithan punched through Sigrid's throat. WHAT WAS THE POINT OF SAVING THE FENDYR HEIR, OF INTRODUCING HER TO THE STORY JUST TO KILL HER OFF?

- THEY INFECTED THE WATER!!!? HOW HAVE I FORGOTTEN SO MUCH!?

- Bryce drawing power from the Prison is cool and clever. But then...she earth bends them into a hole. She's so smart and so reckless and it kinda drives me nuts.

- MOTHERFUCKER THERE'S AN ASTERI IN A COFFIN IN THE PRISON

-"'Get fucked,' Bryce snapped toward the coffin." Oh, I can't stay mad at you for long, Bryce Quinlan

- The sprites set fire to the Meat Market. Sprites really are the best.

- SJM has this thing, this tiny detail of evil people having too white teeth and I don't know why but I really like it.

-SHE UNLOCKED THE COFFIN. Bryce, I'm mad at you again.

- the Asteri just picked at an "invisible speck" on her gown. Sounds like someone else we know...

- "Wayfarers we called them. World-walkers." These bitches have to be Valg

-"Vesperus's red mouth opened in joy and triump but no sound came out. Only black blood." FUCKING VALG!!!!!!!!!!

-" Nesta had plunged Ataraxia right through Vesperus's chest." NESTA ARCHERON, VALKYRIE, LADY DEATH, ASTERI KILLER!!!!!!!!!!! MY QUEEN!!!!

- oh wait. She's not dead yet.

- " Ataraxia severed flesh and bone, dark blood...spraying." NESTA DID KILL THAT ASTERI BITCH!

- so the Viper Queen let Tharion go...but is he still a venom junkie?? Is he going to detox later in the book?

- "you shouldn't have killed her." You should shut the fuck up, Bryce.

- and Bryce goes home without allies.

Part 2: The Search

- Aidas is also kind of hot for a blonde.

- oh HELL she showed up in the Autumn King's villa.

-The Autumn King upon the return of his lost daughter:

- "was it possible that the female [Nesta] had pulled her punches?" DUH? As you said, Bryce, she could kill you and not break a sweat. Of course she went easy on you. She's my girl.

- YO, Jesiba! What's up, girly pop!?

-Ithan has entered the House of Flame and Shadow headquarters (for some reason)and there's a bar and a jazz quartet and all I can of is...

- Lidia is such a fuckin BADASS busting them out, grabbing a Jeep and hauling ass through the city. "This is Daybright. Blast it to Hel, Irithys." Fuck yeah! "The Hind had broken the Spine of Pangera with one fatal blow, ignited by the fire from the lost Sprite Queen."

- "The world seemed to hold its breath as the elegant doe walked up to Ruhn and gently, lovingly, nuzzled his neck."

- "Lidia let out a choked, bloody laugh as she died." I know it's not permanent but

- Tharion is going into withdrawls from the venom.

-"A world where people loved and valued books and learning so much that they were willing to die for them. Can you imagine what such a civilization was like?" Sounds fucking awesome.

- Bryce booped her asshole dad on the nose with the Starsword lol

- take a drink whenever a SJM character picks at invisible lint.

- the Ocean Queen is super cool omg.

-Lidia hasn't even MET her sons. She's a tragedy.

- Why would the Viper Queen want his head? Ithan did his one fight. She should have let him go? Oh maybe because the sprites set the place on fire?

- Bryce has arrived and anointed herself Queen.

Almost halfway into the book. We'll stop this portion here. Stay tuned for part 3!

[searchingforserendipity25]

post-reembodiment finrod befriends the snakes that live in the green forests of lórien.

he is technically not supposed to be there. in fact elves very much not supposed to be there, in the dark places where dreams and memory and wild whimsy come together in strange guises. and especially not newly-returned finrod, the first of the exiles to come back and still very getting his bearing back.

they meet because the snakes actually set out to be the ones to do a first-contact conversation with him. they have been patient, and thought on the matter at great length - for snakes, of course, are philosophers at heart, as well as hunters.

the smell of rot and freshness clings to the silent walker that crosses the aildes of the ancient trees with nary a sound. it brings them near; it calls to kinship, and inquiry. they have so many questions. what does rebirth feel like to elves? does finrod remember his change? does he feel his discarded skin rotting far away? does he remember all that came before, and in-between? how much liberty does he have to choose the glint of light on his new fur, is he made for camouflage or has he decided to develop a more potent poison?

finrod does remember, in time. not much, then - barely his own names, barely his own languages. but to speak of the lack of memory is to gain memory anew, and never more so when it is done in a new language, cautious, couteous hissing, while long vipers curl around each other and move with laughter at his accent.

the snakes of lórien, finrod learns, have a beautiful and very simple language with a very vast syntax, and death is not a word in it; only the twelve variations of terms for change, and alteration, journeying and discarding. the aching first growth of the shacking away of the past skin. the joyful slithering through the moss with the new skin, when every sense prickles and every discomfort is a small glory, and all things are new, new, and the inside renewed and full of long memory.

are they ainur? are they just long lads? unclear. in valinor, the difference is less than it might seem. the important thing is that they are snarky companions and very invested in looking amazing draped all over his shoulders.

they are friends, the first finrod makes in valinor, this time around; and they remain friends, for all the long ages to came. for the snakes of lórien never do die; sometimes they shake out their old selves in the rain-sweetened shadows of the forests. they leave themselves to be food for the ants and roots of the orchids and the thick ferns, and invent for themselves new skills and dangers and wisdom - but they do not die.

finrod learns a great deal, from the snakes of lórien.

[wellcome-to-chaos]

*a masked man wearing all black(aside from the mask, which was white with a painted-on smile), had red disheveled hair, and reeked of cigarettes stepped out of the shadows*

*a person is lurking in the shadows, if you look around the area there's nothing out of the ordinary, but those who are attuned to such things know there's a presence there*

- 🦊

…

*squints with a mouthful of brown sugar*

What in the seven? Hello????

[lostuniversalfiles]

OC Head Cannons for my main oc's

Ren

HellBlazer: THE FUCKING DEVIL! HP: Slytherin son of voldemort MCU: CEO of a hero gear makeing company SCP: Task Force soldire called Tue-16 oroborus T-16 viper DC: Shadow walker a shadow based hero Villian: Mafia Boss

Mike

HellBlazer: Archangel micheal HP: Gryffindor pureblood from the wolf family MCU: norweigan super soldire known as apex SCP: T-16 apex DC: winged hero named angel

Mari

HellBlazer: Dragon, Archangel Gabriel HP: Hufflepuff pureblood wand maker, leader of a secret order called the order fo the red dragon MCU: Fire fighter dragon hero SCP: T-16 red

[crusherthedoctor]

He was in the same mini Egg Walker throughout SA2, so I swapped it out with the SA1 Egg Walker since it's the final boss of Tails' story.

[wellcome-to-chaos]

What has the runt gotten themself into this time?

What are you doing here, if you're here to hurt Mystery, I'm calling the guards

🙄as if they'll be able to stop me, you do realize I can't be killed, and I can't feel pain, remember?

Doesn't matter, I won't let you hurt my older sibling, especially while zey're injured as bad as zey currently are

[wellcome-to-chaos]

*a masked man wearing all black(aside from the mask, which was white with a painted-on smile), had red disheveled hair, and reeked of cigarettes stepped out of the shadows*

*a person is lurking in the shadows, if you look around the room there's nothing out of the ordinary, but those who are attuned to such things know there's a presence there*

- 🦊

thank you for visiting the therapist!

*mid turns towards the presence, though its not visible since she's still a ghost*

...is there another student-ghost here?

[thecloudybookshelf]

House of Flame and Shadow by Sarah J. Maas

HOFAS was my least favorite of the Crescent City books, and that is such a disappointment because I was looking SO forward to this book. That being said, I still really enjoyed HOFAS; it just didn't quite live up to my expectations. I was expecting Bryce to do more in the Night Court besides just wandering through tunnels with Nesta and Azriel. However, I really adored seeing Nesta from an outsider's point of view and her friendship with Az. The info dump with Silene was blah…it confirmed everything we already theorized, and it seemed too convenient. Bryce traveling through worlds also felt really easy? idk. Maybe it is because she is a "world-walker" or whatever, but in HOSAB, it was so dramatic. Bryce, in general, really irked me. IDK what was up with her treating Hunt like shit, but I didn't like it, and it was totally out of character for her. However, I did appreciate that we were more in the know about her plans, unlike in HOSAB.

The pacing was typical for a Sarah J. Maas book, especially a Crescent City one, as most of the big stuff happened in the last 100 pages or so. It was strange because I found myself getting into reading slumps throughout this book, which never happens for me with Maas, but that is why it took me so long to read. At one point, I found myself skipping ahead just to read Lidia's POV (oops).

This book definitely sets up characters for a spin-off because so many people were just not important at all. Aridane? Hello, I forgot about her for about 400 pages. Sigrid? Baxian? Sathia? The Viper Queen? There is a lot more that Maas needs to tidy up before she is completely done with this world, and I don't think she is.

Lidia, my love. She ended up being my absolute favorite character in this book/series. I just adore her and Ruhn, and I was SO GLAD that I bought their bonus chapter because it was really important and should have been included in the actual book.

Anyway, I have so much to say about this book, but in short, it just wasn't as epic as I thought it would be. But it was fun for the most part, even if the middle was kind of slow. It was definitely not Maas' best, but it was a decent enough conclusion to Bryce and Hunt's story.

[daisychainsandbowties]

@kchzndrvh​ oops

oh no bestie but i HAVE been thinking about dishonoured au for the past hour

Shannon as the Heart. As the empress who death sets everything in motion. Mary, the Lord Protector of Dunwall, standing on that windy parapet while a flickering of dark shapes spread over the roof of the boathouse. 

Mary with her folding sword and her pistol fighting these assassins, tossed aside by an infamous assassin and watching her run a sword through Shannon’s body, watching her her curve around the injury like a question.

Mary tortured and freed from Coldridge by an Admiral, Vincent, who tells her that they will put Shannon’s daughter back on the throne if only they can find her.

Dreams of another place. A void in between death and nothingness, filled with whalesong and excised pieces of the world, turned strange and shapeless in their loneliness.

And in the midst of it stands the saddest girl in all of time. Dark hair floating around her, wreathed in shadow, dressed in her death. 

The Outsider, who admits that her name is Lilith, who puts a warm heart into Mary’s hand. A soul suspended, a revenant, a voice to hear in her ordinary dreams. 

Lilith whose voice is anger and dread and pity and joy and despair, pressing two fingers to the back of Mary’s hand, sending her to her knees with the pain, watching a dark pattern form underneath the skin, wrapping tendrils through her body.

“I am the Outsider, and this is my Mark. use it well, or don’t; it hardly matters.”

Mary as Corvo Attano who runs a bleeding line through Dunwall, sword and pistol and a burning mark on the back of her hand. Using the city’s rats as her allies, tearing at her enemies with tendrils of shadow. She is death incarnate, slipping from shadow to shadow or duelling stilt walkers in plain daylight, a ricochet of shadows plunging her hand into the whale-oil canisters on their backs, watching from balconies as they stumble and fall and explode into chunks of metal and man.

Mary who hunts the assassin - a killer who hides behind the name Daud - missing the moment when her apprentice, Camila, known as Lurk, is banished from her sight. Through the flooded district, through an army of killers, Mary reaches the heart of darkness. A killer whose name is Suzanne, or was, before she became the Knife of Dunwall.

(Sparing her. Making her the first to touch Mary’s blade without dying on it since Shannon’s death)

Mary as Corvo Attano in her mask, with pistols on both hips and a sword like a clever tongue in her hand. Consort of an empress, Lord Protector, saviour of the heir to the throne - a little girl whose mother named her Beatrice.

Years pass. A plague comes to Dunwall. It sweeps through the islands, and out in the bay the whales suffer and sing, and Mary watches (her daughter) Beatrice grow. 

She teaches her to fight, to climb, to think, but the tower is a pit of vipers and she does not see the end coming.

Beatrice, who is the Empress. Beatrice, with her bodyguard at her side; a girl called Ava, who lived in Karnaca until Solkolov found her there and screwed shut the bones in her back. (yeah she’s Alexi) 

Captain Silva, with an easy smile, who insisted on following Beatrice in her nighttime sprints over the rooftops of Dunwall, who sat with her in the gloom and the mist rising up off the water. A strange magnetism between them that Beatrice had to ignore, because she is Empress and her hand in marriage is worth more than all the whales strung up on all their scaffolds, bleeding money down onto the decks of enormous ships.

And then the prodigal sister. A woman called Delilah. In her youth she was called Crimson. 

She tears through the throne room. She freezes Mary in cold carbon, even as Mary unsheathes a decade of carefully controlled rage, exploding into shadow and blood. Suddenly Beatrice understands what power really is: an illusion. A breath of dark magic is enough to tear her kingdom down. 

They lock her in the study, but then a knock comes at the window and it is Ava, blood on her face from fighting her through a squad of her fellow Tower guards. Ava, helping Beatrice out of the window, the pair of them crouched looking down at the coup unfolding in the city below, the ring of the trams through the perpetual damp of a city whose blood is oil, and whiskey, and the shine of metal.

Down through the Tower like a pair of clasped hands. Down to subdue the traitor who took Beatrice’s ring. 

And they don’t kill him. Beatrice would have - like Mary taught her - but Ava gives her a look and she dumps the unconscious man in the safe room atop the Tower. Takes her pistol and her sword and as much currency as she can carry.

They fight their way through Dunwall. They are a pair of gold coins minted in the pattern of two terrible cities, carving a path of quiet chaos through the streets, spilling blood where they have to, but choosing mostly to slip by unannounced. Opting to creep over rooftops, helping each other to scale chimneys and buildings, hand over hand and hand-in-hand. Ava silva, her one loyal friend, a piece of driftwood to cling to in the ruin of her life.

They reach the Dreadful Wale, and find a girl missing one arm, who calls herself Camila. And together, crammed into the belly of a lumbering metal whale, they cross the sea.

In the night Beatrice is visited by a woman, an Outsider who offers her power. A strange and beautiful woman who passes her a heart. It throbs in her palm and whispers into her ear.

“You are softer than the Lord Protector,” the Outsider muses, shadows splitting the lines of her body, twisting her into a non-euclidean presence. An interruption of air.

Her eyes black as pools, pupil-less. Black as the harbour water in Dunwall, and deeper.

“Ah, I see. You are in love with your bodyguard, aren’t you? How sad.” A sly smile when Beatrice shakes her head. “Don’t bother to lie. You do. The Void is a place of astonishing truth - it knows you, even if I do not. Yet.”

“Tread carefully, Beatrice Kaldwin. The road ahead is paved in blood, but you need not take every step on it alone.”

[otomes-world]

His Treasure

I planned write a love letter but you know i just sat and went with the flow. Enjoy <(￣︶��)>

f. Friendship, Broken Glass, Smiling Stranger

It is always cold in the Coral Sea regardless of the time of day and season. Of course, piercing frost isn`t something to fear if you were born and raised at the bottom of a reservoir. If you can call the ocean home.

However, life there isn`t as bad as it might seem at first glance. You can get used to the semi-darkness, to the coldness of the water and the views. You can find an occupation or, better to say, a hobby to your liking. This is exactly what Jade did, from childhood searching sunken ships for forgotten, abandoned valuables. While picking up this or that trinket, he wondered more than once: what did the Princess feel while collecting strange curiosities from land. Did she experience genuine joy from finding a new thing? Did she try to guess the purpose or history of the item?

Jade wasn`t interested in the culture of the walkers on the ground, there were enough interesting events under the water. Until the illustration in the book that caught his eye. Even then, he still couldn`t understand why people put fish in a glass prison and disguise it under the seabed. The idea itself turned out to be surprisingly original, so without noticing, he began to pick more and more sparkling, shiny things from the land.

Moray took this unusual hobby with him to College. Here he received great freedom in the choice of materials for creating aquariums. It was no longer necessary to conduct hourly, and sometimes useless, searches in order to find at least something worthwhile among the silt and algae. Now he could give free rein to his imagination.

However, like any collector, Jade was soon fed up with simple things. Like any sophisticated critic, he wanted something new, something worthy to become a part of his collection.

What is the point of rushing from one extreme to another for the sake of what everyone has in abundance?

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To get into the world of villains from fairy tales.. perhaps for some it was a lifelong dream. However, without a shadow of a doubt, Yuu would call everything that happens a bad dream, from which she has long dreamed of waking up.

In a world where magic is common, not wielding it is like being an exotic, defenseless animal. The one that everyone looks down on. The one whose life passes under the crosshairs of unfriendly gazes. However, inside the viper's nest, you must be a viper, too. Therefore, rolling up sleeves, the self-proclaimed prefect put on a mask and began to pave herr way of survival.

If you take the mockery too close to your heart, you will break.

If you allow yourself to relax, you will hurt.

If you let someone get too close, you will condemn yourself to suffering.

Three simple rules, nothing could be easier. However, people need communication, support. With friends, it was easier to forget about pressing problems, briefly push fears into the background, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. For a moment, close eyes to the danger, which is getting closer with each passing second.

Without Ace and Deuce's intimidated reaction, Yuu sensed that something was wrong with the Leech twins. Jade's unchanging smile and Floyd's unpredictable mood swings were great reasons to avoid both of them. However, fate always had its own vision of things, because the girl often began to notice two bright multi-colored eyes in the shadows.

Not to notice them is admitting that you are blind.

What calm, but no less frightening, vice-leader of Octavinelle found attractive in her, she didn`t know, but intuition dictated that it wouldn`t end well anyway. Therefore, when the young man finally approached her with an invitation, Yuu was already mentally prepared for the battle.

"Is this... what you wanted to show me?.." Having heard the rumors about the clandestine activities of the top of the Sea Witch's dorm, the prefect was ready for anything, but for the various aquariums in Jade's room.

However, despite her mistrust, Yuu couldn't help but acknowledge the quality and the amount of time spent on them. With different shapes and fillings each tank has a small world bounded by glass. Without noticing, the prefect began to look curiously from one aquarium to another. In one of the materials at hand the building of the College was recreated, in the other the Sea Witch's cave.

Jade was silent all the time, giving the girl the opportunity to slowly enjoy the fruit of his hard work. When she reached the last empty bowl, he allowed himself to speak.

“The world is full of unusual, attention-grabbing things. For some, a simple fork is nothing special, but for others it is a curiosity that carries a rich history behind it. I guess, this is the beauty of any thing,” Moray allowed himself to laugh. “Nature reserves the right to be the main creator, but it is merciful, allowing us to try ourselves in this difficult task. So, any person can bring something of their own into this world, so any sea inhabitant is able to recreate his own universe in a glass."

"What are you mean?" Yuu didn't like how far away the Leech started the conversation. "I didn't think you would decide to give me a lecture on philosophy."

“Like any connoisseur, the climax overtook me,” the young man continued his thought, as if nothing had happened, gradually closing the distance and forcing the prefect to retreat. “The moment when you understand that you have reached stagnation in creativity. When simple materials cease to cause joy and you want to create something that no one else in the world can do." For every step Jade took, the girl took one step back. "Replenish your collection with something that others absolutely do not have"

"You c-crazy," realizing where the Leech was leading, Yuu shivered. Colliding with the table, the girl inadvertently touched the empty aquarium, which with a loud crash shattered into small fragments. However, the sharp glass at the moment worried her least of all, because the prefect didn`t take her bewildered gaze from the tall figure, who remained calm despite the hype. "I will be damned if I'll let you stuff me into one of your t-toys!"

A moment and moray appear very close. The moment and back of the head pierces a sharp pain, depriving consciousness. Finally plunging into darkness, Yuu thought she heard a voice:

"Of course not. There was always something great in my thoughts."

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Somewhere at the bottom of the Coral Sea was a cave hidden from prying eyes. The cold stone bends curiously, forming something like shelves inside. At the very top, there was a small hole that allows crumbs of light, like spotlights, to illuminate the treasures inside.

Silver shimmering cutlery stuck in an antique chandelier just like candles. Oil painting of a girl in a long dress leaning against a wall. Broken mirrors, fragments of expensive porcelain dishes, carefully laid out around.

However, who, if not the owner of the collection, knew better that this will never happen.

In the center of the cave was a handmade pedestal made of stone, on which sat a girl in a dress made of airy flannel, swaying with waves. The arms and legs are fixed and suspended by subtle threads. The view seems so serene as if a stranger was about to wake up from sleep and open her eyelids.

[wellcome-to-chaos]

*a masked man wearing all black(aside from the mask, which was white with a painted-on smile), had red disheveled hair, and reeked of cigarettes stepped out of the shadows*

And there he is....

Shut it runt

*a person is lurking in the shadows, if you look around the area there's nothing out of the ordinary, but those who are attuned to such things know there's a presence there*

- 🦊

Oh Trickster fox cat welcome back

[hope-to-hell]

Dream State: Theater. August Walker x Reader. Smut, angst, descriptions of wounds, knives, blood, bodily fluids, masturbation. August returns in dreams. A fleshing-out of the first part of Dream State.

This, all of this, is August’s doing. He says hey, melancholy and he opens up the door. He opens up the door and treads the boards, and you will follow. You will follow because there’s nothing else for you to do; you follow because there is an ethereal line between your wrist and his that tugs you after him. Resisting is like arguing with the tide; it gets you nowhere.

He is cruel and ruined but his coldness isn’t for you; it’s never for you, not even when— but oh that’s a raw wound, air licking right against your nerves: the one time you said I can’t and that was that: the one time when he left and you wished you’d followed after.

(Could’ve saved him, says the viper.)

But he understood, and that’s the worst part. He understood it couldn’t have been otherwise, that a one-way trip wasn’t in your stars.

(Could’ve witnessed, says the lark)

He understood and more than that, it’s what he wanted: to either come back a man triumphant or to leave you with a memory of him at his strongest, fierce and virile and with blood that wasn’t his splashed up his shirt, his hands broad and scarred and steady, opening you sweetly on his tongue.

So why’d you come back?

I haven’t. Not yet. Not really. But here—

Here the veil is thin; here the waking and the dreaming worlds collide and he’s been lucky (he’s been clever); here the grand theater creaks and rustles in its many wings and alcoves, here when he walks there’s almost the sound of footsteps.

And when he turns he isn’t quite the same; he’s all fire and thunder but his face— his face— it weeps and writhes in strips of red; he has those lines around his eyes, tight with pain, taut like the time you saw him in the mirror with his fingers in his wounds. But this time there is no pleasure, no release: only the inescapable crawling burn of open flesh.

Pet. This is a dream.

What?

Remember. None of this is real.

And the knife bites deep. He takes from you your blood and breath; he says when I fell and no more words come out. But the meaning crosses to your mind and in the way of dreams the wounding is a gift; the silver in your lungs is merely cold and with it comes a winter wind that sweeps through the theater and makes the limelights flicker. And on that wind comes a word: the word is kneel.

August up above is cast in shadow; his writhing wounds cast lymph down on your face, tissue fluid, little beads of blood. It is a benediction, holier than holy, the gift of his secret flesh. I have been cast out even from death. And here, by all the grace that we possess, I’ll rise. But first. Be still.

And he strokes himself with a fevered grip; his fist is tight and shiny on his cock, wet with precome and the licks you gave before he eased you back. Why can’t I?

It isn’t how this works, much as I’d like to. This is— this is a consecration, more or less. Restraint and deprivation fire the engines of this place. This place? A theater? It’s hardly where you’d think to act restrained, and yet. And yet it makes a kind of sense, the way those rustling winds seem to be listening. They hear it all and pass their judgements; perhaps you’ll earn their favor.

And then in the manner of dreams, you recall the knife, still lodged between your ribs; the bite of it is cold and deep and yet it somehow doesn’t hurt. Of course it doesn’t hurt. I bore the cost.

And so he has: upon his shirt there blooms a wet red stain, and how he hurts: he swipes his fingers through the blood and returns them to his cock, stroking now with fevered urgency, with the need to finish this while he can still stand. He strokes his cock and grits his teeth and spits his venom and August— August— I don’t understand.

None of this is right, pet. But none of this is real. I will mark you thus, and in the way of dreams you’ll be a beacon.

(A sacrificial pyre, condemns the viper.

A candle flame, implores the lark)

(It’s the last best hope he has)

And when he comes it’s warm upon your face, mixed up with all the rest of it; he makes his mark with sticky thumbs and none of this is pleasure; every drop is the product of grit and pain, the end result of the determination that he shows in everything. And like he says, it’s wrong and foul and cruel; by rights you should tend to his wounds or hold him close. You should make use of the paths you find in dreams and bring him to your bed all whole and strong, and yet. And yet there’s something else here, something that’s beyond a dream, something sharp and dangerous and

August. I still don’t understand.

You don’t need to understand it, pet. You only need to bear it.

But I miss you— Christ, I miss you— are you coming home?

I’m trying, pet. With everything I have, I’m trying.

[glitch-in-space]

Fear & Delight: a macdoc playlist

I’m trying to work on 3 different MacDoc fics at once whilst juggling a hellish amount of revision, so I thought I’d share my MacDoc playlist with y’all, since it’s began to haunt my dreams with the amount use it’s gotten.

I’ve split it into categories for an easier read, but ofc the songs can be interrupted however you want. It’s all below the cut (hopefully) so there’s no long posts to disturb anyone!

Uncategorised MacDoc Songs:

A-YO by Lady Gaga (Note: if they didn’t want people to ship MacDoc, why play this when they catch their first glimpse of each other?)

A Love Like War by All Time Low

Animal by Neon Trees

bad guy by Billie Eilish

Bad Romance by Halestorm

Believer by Imagine Dragons

Better Than Me by Hinder (Note: angsty, post-break up song)

Blind as a Bat by Meat Loaf

Bloodsport ‘15 by Raleigh Ritchie

Bloody Valentine by Machine Gun Kelly 

Bruises & Bitemarks by Good With Grenades 

Cannibal by Tally Hall

Carve a Name by Mother Mother

Centuries by Fall Out Boy

Dangerous by David Guetta, Sam Martin

Don’t Stop the Devil by Dead Posey

Enemy Fire by Bea Miller

Every You, Every Me by Placebo

Fear & Delight by The Correspondents

For Crying Out Loud by Meat Loaf

For The Departed by Shayfer James

Fortress Around Your Heart by Sting (Note: idk why but I personally prefer listening to the Tom Chick cover)

Game of Survival by Ruelle

Human by dodie, Tom Walker

Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran (Note: the Glee cover also works if you prefer how it sounds)

I’d Do Anything for Love (But I Won’t Do That) by Meat Loaf (Note: the Bat Outta Hell Musical version also works)

I’m Free (Heaven Help the Man) by Kenny Loggins

I’m in Love With a Monster by Fifth Harmony

I Said Never Again (But Here We Are) by Rachel Stevens

Jason by BONNIE PARKER (Note: possible high school au?)

Killer by Plain White T’s (Note: possibly criminal au)

Little Monster by Royal Blood

Little Pistol by Mother Mother

Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

My Boyfriend’s Back by The Angels (Note: theme for an epic scene of Murdoc rescuing Mac from captivity)

Never - from “Footloose” Soundtrack by Moving Pictures

Party in My Head by JAYDA

Pit of Vipers by Simon Curtis (Note: potentially unhealthy or vamp au)

Problems by Mother Mother (Note: the theme for my fic, No Place To Go)

Savin’ Me by Nickelback

Ship in a Bottle by fin

Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones) by Will Wood and The Tapeworms

Social Climb by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These) by Marilyn Manson

The Devil You Know by I Fight Dragons

War of Hearts by Ruelle

We Can Take Our Time by Hayden Calnin

Where Does the Good Go by Tegan and Sara (Note: the cover by Alex Blue Davis also works)

Unhealthy & Borderline Unhealthy Relationship:

Addicted by Saving Abel

Animal by Sir Chloe

An Unhealthy Obsession by The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra (Note: anyone else craving an au where they manage to both stalk each other?)

Better Than I Know Myself by Adam Lambert

Criminal by 3 One Oh

I Can’t Decide by Scissor Sisters

Irresistible by temposhark

Kiss With a Fist by Florence + The Machine

Like Lovers Do by Hey Violet

Little Red Riding Hood by Sam The Sham & The Pharaohs

Nemeses by Jonathan Coulton, John Roderick

Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience

Obsession by Animotion

Paparazzi by Kim Dracula (Note: this & the following 2 r all covers of the same song tho the lyrics to this 1 r slightly different)

Paparazzi by Holly Henry

Paparazzi by Sinxi

Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, DNCE

Skullcrusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton

Stalker’s Tango by Autoheart

Starkiller by Bear Ghost

Sticks and Stones by The Pierces

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

The Devil You Know by Kovacs

The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid

This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller

This Means War by Marianas Trench

Under My Skin by Jukebox The Ghost

Criminal!mac AUs:

All About Us by t.A.T.u

Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace (Note: works for dark!mac or murdoc)

Become the Beast (Predator Remix) by Karliene

Go Get Your Gun by The Dear Hunter

Hit and Run by LOLO (Note: wlw criminal au, anyone?) 

Partners in Crime by Set It Off, Ash Costello

Vampire AUs (depending on how literally you interpret the lyrics): 

Dracula by Bea Miller

Dracula by Mystic Prophecy (Note: not the same song as above) 

Dracula Teeth by The Last Shadow Puppets 

DRACULADS by Salem