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David 'Deacon' Kay with wife reader. Their kids want to give their parents a surprise after the hard days the couple had. You decide how it goes. Fluff and sweet . Thanks!! :))

Title : Bad days, kids & surprises 

Summary : After a few too many bad days at SWAT HQ, yours and Deacon’s kids decided to throw you both a surprise. But it didn’t work out like expected, since it led to a mini disaster. 

Warnings : none I think? Just pure fluff  & comfort, might be slightly OOC :)

A/n : ahh I love this idea sm! Anon you are amazing for this!!!! I genuinely enjoyed writing this. If anyone has any ideas/requests then my ask box is open :) BTW Annie doesn’t exist in this fic, so Deacon and Y/n have kids of their own, if that makes sense. Sorry for how short this is but I genuinely don’t have the energy to write anything longer atm 😕🥲

Word count : 638

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The last few days at SWAT HQ were chaotic to say the least. With many suspects to catch and missions to complete, you and Deacon barely got to spend time with each other and with your kids.

Noticing how busy you both were, your kids decided to throw you a tiny celebration, since they recently overheard that Hicks was going to give everyone on 20 Squad a few days off to relax and spend time with their families.

It was around 7pm when the both of you finally got home. The kids were already supposed to be sound asleep, but to both of yours and Deacon’s surprise the lights in the house were still on. Deacon wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you towards the front door. “Let’s see what the little rascals are up to now.” He smiled while trying to find his keys. 

But before he could even open the door one of your kids - Lila. Appeared with a massive grin on her face. “C'mon we made you both something!” She exclaimed while grabbing Deacon’s and yours hands and tugging you both towards the kitchen.

Deacon shared a worried look with you. That sparkle in Lila’s eyes meant that they were probably up to no good while they were alone. The kitchen was dark until Matthew and Samuel jumped up from behind the kitchen island yelling. “SURPRISE!” While gesturing to a small cake on the table. 

The cake looked delicious and it had pink icing on it with white letters saying “WE LOVE YOU MOM & DAD!” Lila then said that she was the one who picked out the frosting colour while the boys wrote the lettering on the top. Seeing the cake and the excited looks on your kids faces, you could feel your heart melt at their sweet gesture.

Looking around the kitchen you finally saw the mess… They hadn’t had the time to clean up so the kitchen looked like a tornado went through it, with dishes and baking pans and pink frosting on the counter tops & walls. How was that possible? You didn’t truły know, but you figured it would be best if you didn’t know how. 

“Thank you, you're all so amazing and sweet.” Deacon smiled while crouching down to Lila's height and hugging her tightly, while holding out his other arm so the boys could join the hug. Samuel tugged on your T-shirt so that you’d also join the hug. You kissed all of your kids foreheads with a grateful smile. You and Deacon shared a small look over their heads that said “What did we do to deserve these amazing kids?”

Lila soon pulled away and so did Matthew. “C’mon let’s try the cake! It took us so many tries to get it right.” He said excitedly, Lila and Samuel agreed and Lila even jumped up and down excitedly. Standing up straight Deacon said “Kids, go wash your hands first and then we can have some cake!” While looking over at you with a grin. 

You truly didn’t deserve such sweet kids, they knew that work was hard recently so they decided to make you both a cake. Eying the state the kitchen was currently in you shook your head fondly with a small smile. You’d deal with the mess later but for now, you just decided to enjoy some time with your husband & kids after the recent week. 

Deacon reached over and grabbed your waist pulling you into a hug before kissing you on the lips while muttering “What did we do to deserve such sweet and amazing kids?” Pulling away you whispered “I don’t know honestly,  but we are so lucky to have three amazing angels. And I’m so lucky to have such an amazing and supportive husband.” You smiled at him, while Deacon kissed you again.

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little mortal

Yandere prompt: “Let me go, please.”

Pairing: Reader x Deacon Frost (Blade 1998)

Word Count: 923

Authors note: Guess who rewatched Blade and needed to write something for this man because he’s criminally unappreciated…yup. Me. I’m clearly a whore for murderous vamps.

Silence clamoured in her ears, deafening and resolute as her heart collided with her ribcage and her gaze darted across the room in search of an escape. The white walls were devoid of windows, the frigid tiles beneath her bare feet polished and gleaming as her stare locked on a door moulded into the walls and she rushed toward it.

Her fingertips skittered over the seamless design, trembling despite the tight grip she held on her emotions as she tried to find a way to open it–to escape. To live. The white-bathed room unnerved her, drenching her mind with a terror she longed to dispel because she knew it wouldn’t save her.

Not now.

Not when his lackeys had tossed her into the simply furnished room, left to await his appearance like he hadn’t been waiting months to drag her into his domain.

Moreover, she knew she shouldn’t have hesitated in fleeing the city when she’d had the chance. She should have left without looking back. But she didn’t, instead, she’d fooled herself into believing that he’d lose interest. That he’d forget about her. That Deacon would let her go like she had foolishly assumed. How wrong–naive–she’d been to believe that he’d discard his twisted interest, that he’d lose sight of what he’d set his mind on. 

Her head swivelled to locate a phantom sound, focus shifting away from the door as she crept around the simple seating area and her footsteps echoed across the room. Something shifted in her peripherals in the same moment she froze in the middle of the room, the open doorway bathed in the room’s white light as she turned to face the slate-eyed brunette who leant against the door frame. 

His features seemed sharper, more intense than the last time she’d seen him from the opposite side of the club. His irises were as grey as the ashes of an inferno, alight with a disconcerting quality that trailed across her skin when he stepped into the room and his navy-blue dress shirt rippled with the fluid movement.

A sharp breath shuddered past her lips, ghosting the walls as she skittered several paces back with each step he took in her direction. Desperate to create space between herself and the dark-haired vampire who’d tracked her every move in the months after he first laid eyes on her at the club–his club. Her heart jolted in the caverns of her chest as Deacon’s lips curled into a dangerous grin at the sound. 

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re not afraid of me, are you?” He drawled, continuing his approach like she sought to keep the distance between them.

“N-no.” She said, shaking her head as if it’d purge her body of the terror she felt. 

Deacon cocked his head, gaze sparking with a baneful glean. “No?”

“No,” she repeated firmer than before as she squared her shoulders and her back collided with the wall.

Dread borrowed within her chest as she glanced at the wall, turning ever-so-slowly back to Deacon when the weight of his gaze seemed to sink into her and she startled as his proximity registered in her mind. Mere centimetres separated them as she swallowed nervously and moved to slip away from him before he moved quicker than she could comprehend. 

A mocking tut filled her ears as his hand wrapped around her bicep, steering her backward until he caged her between himself and the wall, elongated canines catching her eye as he peered down at her with a grin. Deacon released her bicep in one breath, and in the next, his fingertips trailed a salacious path from her arm, across her chest, to the column of her throat.

Her eyes widened a fraction before she schooled her features into a mask of frigid disinterest. Like his hand wrapped snuggly around her throat or the way his opposing hand rested upon her waist and bracketed her against the wall didn’t scare her. That he didn’t scare her.

Deacon’s stare appraised her silently, chest pressed to hers as his scent of cedar and cigarette smoke filled her lungs and his honeyed voice reverberated in her ears. “Not so fast. You don’t get to leave now that I have you.”

“Please.”

His dark eyebrows arched, head lowering so his lips brushed the shell of her ear–the danger of his proximity shunted to the forefront of her mind. “Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“Let me go, please.”

A low hum emitted from the depths of his chest as his lips pressed a possessive–claiming–kiss to the junction beneath her ear and the beginning of her jaw. “I can give you anything else, little mortal, but I won’t give you that.”

Her gaze darted across the plains of his face, searching for the answers she sought as if it was etched into the ivory tone of his skin. “Why not?”

“Because I can’t do that.”

“You can. Just–please let me go.”

His head lifted from the crook of her throat, eerily grey irises locked on hers. “No.”

“What?” She pressed, a frown etched across her forehead.

“You’re mine, little mortal, and you’re not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.”

And before she could react or try and fight him off, his grasp tightened on her. The hand wrapped around her neck tangling in the tresses of her hair, tipping her head back as his unnatural canines sunk into the flesh of her throat and her screams of agony rented in the marrow of her bones.

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Source: Blade

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Wesley Snipes - Blade

Stephan Dorff - Deacon Frost

Kris Kristofferson - Abraham Whistler

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[sinni-ok-sessi]

As we have established, I have Can't Shut Up Disease about the Bjarna-Dísa folktale and so I've spent most of this evening making a rough translation, the better to not shut up about it. My Icelandic is a little rusty at this point, so if you spot any parts I've obviously misunderstood, do let me know.

You can read the Icelandic online here, which I'm fairly sure is just a transcription of the text from Jón Árnason's Íslenzkar Þjóðsögur.

You can listen to Snorri Helgason's haunting (haha) song version here on his Bandcamp. The entire Margt býr í þokunni album is a collection of songs inspired by Icelandic folklore, would very much recommend.

Finally, you can find my translation of Bjarna-Dísa below the cut. I'm not sure how best to content warn for it other than to say that it's an Icelandic ghost story where the weather may actually be scarier than the ghost.

EDIT: apparently I'm doing more of these:

The Deacon of Myrká

Bjarna-Dísa

There was a man called Bjarni, the son of Þorsteinn. He was born in the late 18th century and lived until 1840. He had a sister called Þordís. She was about twenty when this story took place.

Þordís was pleasing in appearance, but was considered rather arrogant in attitude. She made a great deal of her clothing and imitated as best she could the fashions of Danish ladies, and she stayed at Eskifjörður marketplace in the last year of her life.

It so happened that Bjarni Þorsteinsson travelled down into Eskifjörður, and Þordís then joined her brother on his journey and planned to go with him to Seyðisfjörður, where Bjarni then lived.

Nothing is told of their journey before they took up lodgings at Þrándarstaðir in Eiðaþinghá. That was in the first half of Þorri [late winter]. They were there for one night. But the next morning, when they wanted to go pass over Fjarðarheiði, the weather was thick with snow and frost. Bjarni told his sister that she should stay behind, because the weather was unreliable and she was dressed for looks and not for protection.

She was in a simple linen dress and linen undershirt, sleeveless from the elbows down. She called it a serk and wanted no other kind of shirt. She had a cloth headdress, red and brown, and her hands and feet were poorly clad.

Dísa was not pleased to sit waiting. She declared that she should go with him, whether he would or no. They fell into an argument, and so set off both in poor humour, and made their way up onto the heath, in spite of the fact that the weather was growing worse and worse.

Now it came to pass that Bjarni had no idea where he was going, and Dísa grew weary from both cold and exertion, and always she complained that she was exhausted from all this walking; then Bjarni began to dig a cave into a snowdrift and when he had finished, it seemed to him that there was a gap in a gravel bank a little way away; then he said to Dísa that he wanted to go over there and see if he recognised the gravel bank. She asked him not to leave her, but it was no use.

So Bjarni went, but then the weather closed in; he thus found neither the gravel bank, nor Dísa again; nonetheless, he carried on indecisively until he crawled, barely awake, into Fjörður in Seyðisfjörður that evening, almost completely without strength, speechless and very scraped up around his face. He had gone astray past the mountain and fallen into brambles and ravines, lost his hat and was generally in a bad way.

At that time, there lived in Fjörður a farmer who was called Þorvaldur Ögmundsson. He was well thought of, powerfully strong and very brave. Those who knew him said that he knew no fear. He was straightforward and even-tempered, intelligent and the best man to ask for a favour.

He received Bjarni well and had him nursed back to health as best he could. And it was not until the next evening that Bjarni was able to tell the tale of his journey, so exhausted was he. Then he begged Þorvaldur to prepare himself to search for his sister; but the weather continued the same as ever. It was weather from the north, very harsh and dark, and so much frost that it was hardly possible for a strong man to find his way home between the houses. So Bjarni was there for two more nights, but on the fifth day after he parted from Dísa, the weather calmed a little.

Then they prepared themselves for the journey, Þorvaldur, Bjarni and a labourer by the name of Jón Bjarnason, a hard-working man and a good fellow; they made their way up to the heath, but a little way from the common route, because it was Bjarni’s guess that that would be the best place to search for Dísa.

When they had come north of Stafdalsfell, they heard a scream so loud that it resounded through all the nearby mountains. Jón and Bjarni were shocked but not terrified, and Þorvaldur did not know what it was to be afraid. He headed in the direction from which the sound had come, until he was east of Stafdalur. His companions had begun to fall behind. Then Þorvaldur questioned Jón’s courage to get him to keep up.

By then, the day had ended, and the weather was somewhat bright, and bitter frost came driving at them; the moon shone down and clouds passed overhead; thus the time passed. Then Þorvaldur saw something in a snowdrift, where he had had no hope of finding anything, though the area was well-known to him. There was a grassy hill stretching away from them.

Then he said to the others, “Þordís must be there now,” and it was as he said.

So he went to her. She was not at that time lying down, as he would have expected from a dead person, but rather she was positioned most like when people are sitting in a chair; the linen dress was tented around her middle and frozen in spikes, and she was bare below and bareheaded, the snow-house blown away so that you could only see the bottom of it.

Þorvaldur spoke then to his companions, saying that they should approach and help each other to arrange the corpse on a skin which he had brought with them for transportation. They dragged it towards him. Then he told Bjarni to cut the frozen covering off her, because he wanted to dress her in trousers, which he had with him, so she was not naked as they carried her. Bjarni did as he was told, though he was afraid.

Then Þorvaldur lifted her up in his arms and intended to dress her in the trousers, but at this, she let out such a great howl that it overpowered him; Þorvaldur has said that it seemed to him impossibly strong and mighty.

His companions recoiled from deadly fear, but Þorvaldur reacted thus: he put Dísa down hard and said rather quickly: “No good are you, Dísa, to struggle like this, because I am not at all afraid, and if you carry on like this, then you will find out that I shall tear your apart nerve by nerve and then throw your body to the wolves; on the other hand, if you behave agreeably for us while we carry you and we have no trouble getting you down, then I shall make a coffin for you and bury you in a Christian grave, though I imagine you aren’t worthy of such a thing.”

After that, he took her, dressed her and arranged her on the skin, called his companions to him and made his way home.

(Other stories say that Þorvaldur may have broken Dísa’s back to make her be quiet, and thus she stopped howling. There are many other ugly stories about their exchange. Þorvaldur was a decent, honest man, but superstitious like many in the 18th century, and the story he told himself must be the most accurate.

(The stories say that Dísa and Bjarni had had a cask of strong spirits. Dísa may have been drunk, but alive, and Þorvaldur dealt with her out of superstitious fury.))

Þorvaldur had seen that the tracks from Dísa’s lair were like this: that she had walked, so that each path was different, to about four fathoms away and then leapt backwards in a single leap with both feet, back into her den, and she had done this twice. Hermann of Fjörður in Mjóafjörður, who was called very wise, has said that this was the habit of those who walked after death, and they needed to do it three times in order to become full revenants, but Dísa lacked the third path.

Now they carried on down from the heath; the weather was so dark overhead that it was hard to find their way, yet they arrived unharmed at Fjarðarsel; it was then a short way out to Fjörður over the shoulder of the mountain, but Þorvaldur did not trust himself to find his way along the fjord; he asked for lodgings for him and his companions. But the farmer refused; he said that he had become wary of the unpleasant spirit that followed them.

Then Þorvaldur began to make arrangements: he set the body in a shed across from the doors to the living quarters and went into the living quarters with his companions, and the farmer sat with his son on the edge of the sleeping platform. Both of these two were called Björn; they each held a spiked walking stick in their hands and paced back and forth in front of the door. Thus they continued into the night. Þorvaldur did not become sleepy, and did not undress, but went out alone to look at the weather. One time during the night, when he wanted to turn back to the main building, Dísa appeared before him in the doorway, as though she wanted to follow him inside, but he turned her away and hurried into the living quarters.

With the coming of day, the weather quietened, so that they were able to reach Fjörður. The hut in which Dísa had spent the night was scratched as though by claws. Now Þorvaldur went to a coffin-maker, just as he had promised, and had Dísa brought to Dvergasteinn. The priest there at that time was Þorsteinn Jónsson the poet (d. 1800). He offered Dísa burial in the Christian manner. But it so happened that the next morning there was a strangely deep hole at the foot of Dísa’s resting place; the hole was filled, but in the morning it was open again. Again it was filled, and yet again, on the third morning, it was open as before. Then the priest himself came and said a blessing over the hole. Men say that from that point on, it did not re-open.

Now it must be told about Bjarni, that henceforth, whenever he intended to sleep, Dísa came and tried to take him by the throat, and this was no secret because both the blind and the sighted saw her. Men also said that she had often attacked him, even in the light. Then he went to Father Þorsteinn, who was mentioned before, and received some kind of protection from him, so that Dísa never succeeded in hurting Bjarni himself.

Bjarni had thirteen children, and they all died young and quickly. Men have it as true that Dísa must have hastened all of their deaths. She followed Bjarni until his dying day and often made her presence felt: killed living people, and sometimes attacked men, and there are many tales told of her tricks that would be too long to relate here.

And thus ends the story of Bjarna-Dísa, and the story here is written as it was told by Þorvaldur himself.

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EPISODE REVIEW TIMEEE:

(contains spoilers for "a rick in king mortur's mort")

i actually really loved that episode. i've been so fucking starved for morty content that this was really nice. i loved the callbacks, parallels, and contrasts that were drawn pretty clearly between this episode and "the vat of acid episode." TVOAE is actually one of the episodes that makes me the sickest to my stomach. it's so unsettling and bone chilling to watch.

this episode, on the other hand... this felt earned.

(perhaps because of my morty bias and the fact that i've gotten basically no morty this season, buuuuut...) i'm giving this one a 10/10???

wow... didn't think i'd go that far, but uhhhh... yeah. i went there.

it just mastered the art of parallels, callbacks, and development beautifully.

my initial thoughts, as always:

(this is a long one… yk how i am with morty…)

-morty acted so much like early-series rick at the beginning that i was honestly a little bit ready to accept that part of his character progression is becoming a mini-rick. to be honest, i still see that being a possibility, but this was... not exactly that.

he still took the sword for a reason early-series rick would have instead of a classic "these guys seem cool" morty reason ("oh shit these other guys want the sword so now i want the sword, even if i'm jaded and cynical about it"), and it almost felt like the "rick and morty" dynamic was flipped a little bit- as in, morty being the rigid jerk and rick being berated verbally for a second. that being said, morty was still childishly excited about being a medieval knight and it was cleared up that morty was only being rude to rick initially as a trauma response. he expected rick to abuse him, but that wasn't the case. when he realized he was safe, he let his guard down.

(look at him sulking in line awww)

-RICK USING MORTY PET NAMES. RICK USING MORTY PET NAMES.

i think a little part of me melted when he called morty "lil junebug."

SHUT THE FUCK UP- i am so unwell. so mentally normal about that.

i genuinely cannot believe that's a canon nickname rick uses for morty. that. is. so. cute.

just the sweetest lil pet name.

(plus grandpa rick putting a hand on his lil junebug's shoulder, because why not?)

-OMFG RICK APOLOGY?? like genuinely?? oh my god??

i mean... that was still kinda dickish lol. "i'm gonna intentionally do the least amount possible to actually change, but make you feel like i am."

you know what, though? bc of the fact that this is essentially a follow-up to TVOAE, i'd say the entire premise of this ep WAS change, and highlighted that... so i'm giving the undercut a pass.

-i also liked the subtle callback to the "auto park feature" with the sword "fighting deacon frost." i liked that morty didn't think it was cool, but it didn't trigger some insane reaction in rick.

he's just like, "i dunno... i thought it was cool... :(" and he moves on.

-"holy shit, this is who i am to this kid?!... i've gotta fix this!"

and then he... actually puts in the work to better a real human connection instead of manipulating morty to keep him pliant?

wow.

-like i said, rick is still being a fucking dick here and there in the convo, but i'm genuinely proud of him.

-i'm also so happy for morty. this must have been such a healing experience for him. god. he's been through so much. shoutout to the writers for not putting him through more emotional abuse for fun.

-another bit that made me think that morty is slowly developing into a little rick was the moment where he uses a science lecture to ruin the knights' faith in their culture. during that whole sequence, he does sound a lot like rick...

-SPACE BETH CHILLING WITH HER GIRLFRIEND, GUYS.

-RICK BRAGGING ON MORTY ABOUT THE LITTLE LECTURE! THE HANDS ON THE SHOULDERS! EVERYTHING!

this reminds me of an ask i answered a little bit ago where i talked about rick being morty's primary caregiver. this episode felt a lot more like a father/son type development than a grandfather/grandson.

i get that the rest of the family was proud of morty, but rick was the one saying "hey! this is the little dude i'm raising! look at him go!"

-i was a little nervous that morty was going to kill/let rick kill the knights, which would have meant that he's veeeery similar to rick now, but he chose not to. that was a nice touch.

-(i thought the little moment where jerry was like "what's happening? appliances are breaking that i haven't touched!" was funny hehe..)

-i thought it was sweet that rick got the meeting's attention just to give morty the floor.

-i wasn't a fan of morty begging rick to stop supporting him, though. it felt like punching the underdog character with his own fist, but i guess i like it better in hindsight because it shows yet another trauma response. morty doesn't trust himself AT ALL. he thinks that by doing this his way, something will inevitably go wrong. damn.

-i also liked the little details about how witchy rick can be, haha. first, we see him ACTUALLY bend down and read the bones himself, then the witchcraft penis? that was a nice touch. rick definitely has an interest in witchcraft.

-(one of my favorite songs as a kid was "ruby tuesday," and i got so excited that the montage song was a cover of it, but... alas... no.)

(i just thought mort looked cute here lol)

-THE HUG? (of course they had to make it less heavy with the "we're gonna make your dick so fake," comment, but it's so nice to see rick hug morty and try to calm him down.)

-TELEPATHY? WHAT THE FUCK? THAT THREW ME SO HARD I GOT WHIPLASH.

-shit, man....

"i love you."

"i love you, too..."

-as soon as morty asked rick if he was a robot/clone, i was on the edge of my seat, chewing my lip, biting my nails, pulling my hair- waiting for the reveal that he was, but...

they didn't fake us out! hey! :)

(will say that the "this family has enough clones and robots in it" comment did make me a lil nervous, bc we KNOW of a clone, but... uhhh... who's the "robot"?)

-one of my biggest issues with "rick: a mort well-lived" was that marta stayed in the game, meaning that the only part of morty that heard rick say he loved and respected him didn't join with our morty. it bothered me that our morty didn't get to hear that.

i'm so happy that they fixed that this ep. MORTY HEARD RICK IS PROUD OF HIM. MORTY HEARD RICK LOVES HIM. i hope this is the "morty gets the grandpa he deserves" beginning. i'm loving it, and hope it's far more than just 22% of the time.

overall, AHMAZING EPISODE! kinda sad we had to wait until the end of the season to get a decent in-depth exploration of morty, his current character, and his reaction to rick's healing, but i'm so glad my boy got his apologies. he got his "i love you." he got his "i'm proud of you." he got is hug.

he got his autonomy.

congrats, lil junebug.

hope ya get more <3

[throughtrialbyfire]

WIP Wednesday!!

holy shit it's been forever. i'm sorry i haven't posted anything in a while, to make a long story short, college and burnout. but i'm slowly getting back in the groove!!

thank you to everyone who's been tagging me in this, including but not limited to @wispstalk @its-christmas-probby @saltymaplesyrup @skyrim-forever @totally-not-deacon @dirty-bosmer @rainpebble3 @thequeenofthewinter and anyone else who i may have missed!! ily guys, thank you <;33

tagging all of the above and @mareenavee @viss-and-pinegar @orfeoarte @thana-topsy @boethiahspillowbook @umbracirrus !! can't wait to see what you've been working on!!

this week, since i've hit a wall with CotS, i'm bringing an excerpt from an upcoming chapter of An Inner Sanctity. arch-mage athenath is going THROUGH it

Down in the Midden, the guttural swallowing of the sea and the hiss of wind drowned the remains of silence in the caverns. Athenath toed his way through carefully, taking out skeevers with arrows as quickly as he could. He tugged their robe tighter, as though the warmth of the wool could eliminate the darkness that crept around them like a thousand glaring eyes. The Augur's chamber stood before him, separated only by a door that their hand fumbled to even reach for, fingers unable to outstretch no matter how much they willed their hands to move. Shame lapped against his sternum, the depths of the caverns threatening to close over him, a moth into the palm of something unnatural, fingers closing over the last glimmers of ice. Tolfdir had been correct. Mirabelle and Savos were dearly beloved by the College, the last vestiges that kept the College in good graces with the town of Winterhold. They had been the pillars of this world of magic, and Athenath had done nothing but betray their memories. They shut their eyes, turned, and leaned his back to the door. Sliding down in stumbling, stuttering ways, he sat on the frigid floor, pulling their robes tighter around himself. This would not shield them. This could not save them. And what did he hope for, anyways? For the Augur to take some stance? He could almost laugh at the thought, were their heart not down in their stomach with dread. If he got trapped, no one could find them.

The thought rambled through his mind. If he let something happen, let themself fall into the frost, sleep and sleep and sleep, no one could find them, no one would want to. The filtering light from underneath the door shocked the Arch-Mage to stand, stumbling and slipping until he found himself once more with his palm on the handle and his questions before him, thick in the back of their throat. He inhaled and pulled open the entry, hinges creaking with age and ice. "You seek answers again, Arch-Mage?" The hoarse voice of the Augur of Dunlain reverberated around the dim chamber, illuminated solely by the presence himself. Athenath's eyes ached in his skull at the sudden sight, vision pulsating as he adjusted to the Augur's form. He swallowed tightly, attempting to form words, nothing tumbling out of their lips. The Augur waited patiently for a while, watching the Altmer open and close their mouth several times before he spoke again. "Very well. I must warn you, what you look for in guidance, you may find nothing but disappointment." The Altmer rumpled their brow. "Then-" he swallowed again, trying not to squeeze their eyes shut in the presence of the Augur, "okay, then you tell me what I seek."

The Augur waited. This seemed to be the game he played, if a game at all. The air swelled with the winds outside, the waves, the Sea of Ghosts pressing against the lowest reaches of the College as though it threatened to spill into the room and devour the Midden. Athenath tried and failed to conceal the nervous tremor on his lip. The Augur pretended not to notice. Instead, a thoughtful hum left his voice like a rumble of sand, before he rasped out into the dark, "you turn again to knowledge, the force that drives all who come to me. You know how easily it consumes, and yet you seek more." The understanding between the pair solidified. Athenath had seen the ends of the knowledge Ancano sought. Nearly-dead, barely himself. Only alive by the grim twist of Akatosh's will. "I warned him, and in his hubris, he destroyed himself. He has lost what I sought. Where magic may have taken my body, I am a part of the College. Where his magic was stolen, his body remains." "What stole his magic?" Athenath finally forced out, lowering their brow. The question gave the Augur a longer pause, and just as Athenath was about to speak again, the Augur interrupted.

"The thief has the knowledge that can help you in restoring Ancano's body. However, it will not be easy to convince him to assist you. He, along with the others here, have already grown suspicious of your activity. You were gone with no word for months, and he presumed that you had abandoned the College in it's time of dire need. You have lost the trust of your colleagues, and whether you regain it or not, is your decision alone." Enthir. Blood pulsing at their temples, the light snarling in their vision, they asked another question. "How can I convince him to help me?" The Augur, as though slightly amused, replied, "You are surely aware of his ties to the Thieves Guild, in Riften. He's a valuable asset, then, to both the Guild and the College." With that, the Augur vanished, and Athenath was left to fumble their way from the Midden in the dark.

Enthir rubbed his eyes, groggy from sleep. An afternoon nap never hurt anybody, but the way he'd woken to Athenath knocking on the door and urging him to follow them… Well, shit. He figured he was in trouble for something, and he figured over what. Look, yes, Onmund's robes were now a little worse for wear, but he didn't mean to set them on fire. If anything, the Arch-Mage should talk to J'zargo for swapping out Enthir's spell scrolls with ones of his own invention to test the results. The Khajiit swore up and down he didn't know they were going to backfire like that, but gods damn it, he should have warned Enthir before he sold them to Onmund, and… The walk through the Hall of the Elements set Enthir further on edge, dread creeping up his spine. He tried to ask Athenath several times on their march to the Hall of the Arch-Mage, but all Athenath did was shake his head. Even as the wooden doors creaked shut behind the pair with Enthir storming up to Athenath, wanting to know what was going on, Athenath waited until the doors shut fully and the pair were entirely alone to speak. "I need your help with something, but I need you to keep it between us." Enthir blinked a moment, inhaling, arms folding over his chest. He shifted his stance, balance moving from one foot to the other. "Really? What's all this cloak-and-dagger, Arch-Mage?" He snickered, a smirk winding onto his lips. The grave look in the other's eyes tore the smirk down like a banner. "You deal in things other people can't get their hands on normally, right?" Athenath walked slowly to their desk, covered in letters from the Synod and the College of Whispers, from researchers in Cyrodiil and the Reach, from the last two months of his absence. And not a single one was opened. "Yeah," Enthir rubbed his jaw, "if you couldn't tell, I don't just conjure my wares out of thin air. And for the record, you can't say you didn't buy some shady things from me before you got named Arch-Mage. So why are you bringing it up now?"

"Well," Athenath breathed, leaning back against the desk, "it would suck if your dealings became public knowledge. I mean, a scholar-thief, who knows what he's got up his sleeve. Maybe even other people's research. I mean, your ties to the Thieves Guild…" Maybe even other people's research. Enthir lowered his brow. "Blackmail." "And I'll give you something you can hold over me, if you promise right here and now to help me with something." A clavicusian bargain. He knew it was rigged against him. The tugging of the deal against his ear, the whisper of a poisoner promising wine. But gods, his curiosity dug into him as he watched the way the other shifted their posture, barely concealing their discomfort with the ordeal. This must have more potential to backfire than the Arch-Mage was letting on. A hefty price for both of them. Enthir swallowed down his apprehensions. "Just what in Oblivion would have you make a stupid deal like that? It's not like I'm a pillar of moral superiority." He raised a brow as the words flitted idly off his tongue. Athenath shifted their posture, eyes averting, avoidant. Enthir gave a pause as the idea slipped through his mind, and he finally asked, "is this about your friend?"

A nod. "Alright, what is it?" "I need you to promise me, Enthir, that no matter what I tell you, you'll help." This was not going to end in his favor, but he'd never seen Athenath so grave. The severity of what the Altmer was going to give him, in exchange for his help. Blackmail for blackmail for some vague thing that the newly appointed Arch-Mage kept close to their chest. He watched them carefully, rolling the tip of his tongue against his teeth in his mouth, slow, contemplative, before he relented. "Fine. I promise you I'll help on whatever you need." Athenath, despite the ringing in their ears, despite the thunder in his chest that made his hands shake and his throat taste of lantern oil from a draugr crypt, opened their mouth. "I know where Ancano is."

[cannonball5]

My thoughts on Deadpool and Wolverine

(Heavy spoilers for the movie, you’ve been warned)

I just want to start off by saying that it’s a good movie, a fun movie, but it’s not the best Deadpool movie and it’s not the best Wolverine movie.

I think the biggest issue is that it tries to balance the wacky comedy with some heart that Deadpool does with the more somber and serious tone that the Wolverine films do. Sometimes it works…and sometimes it doesn’t. I think the film would’ve been stronger if they focused on making it a Deadpool movie with Wolverine in it vs trying to fit a Wolverine movie inside the Deadpool movie. There’s a whole stretch of the film where the Merc with the Mouth seems like side character in his own movie.

That said if they wanted to show a beaten and destroyed Wolverine they needed a better tragic backstory. When I heard that a bunch of “humans” killed the X-Men my first thought was “huh?” How could they beat Jean Grey a mutant so powerful that she could burn your psyche to cinders? Storm is basically a weather goddess. Professor X literally has the power to change their minds. How did the X-Men get killed by a bunch of regular people?

I have two ideas they could’ve done. The first is go full “Old Man Logan” backstory. For anyone who doesn’t know in the Old Man Logan comic all the villains team up to finally get rid of the heroes. When the bad guys show up at the X Mansion Logan fights them off, all the while unsure of where his team is. When Wolverine finishes off the last villain he turns around and all the bodies are just his team. Mysterio appears and reveals he tricked Logan into killing his friends. They could do that, have it tie into X2 where someone uses Stryker’s hypnotizing fluid to have him kill the X-Men.

Alternatively you could have the same story as the film but instead of humans it’s a bunch of souped up Sentinels. Then during the fight with Cassandra it’s revealed she used her powers to make the Sentinels stronger (something she did in the comics) because she got bored waiting for another Charles to show up for her to kill.

Anyway it’s still a fun movie, definitely worth the price of admission, just not as strong as I’d thought it’d be.

Also here some nitpicks:

The Wolverine-Sabertooth fight should’ve been longer. They even said in the movie we’d been waiting 20 years for this fight and it didn’t even last 20 seconds.

No mention of Ghost Rider. They mentioned practically all the various non Disney Marvel or Sony Marvel films except for Ghost Rider. I’m just saying a quick mention of him fighting Cassandra and almost winning…until Alioth showed up.

Lack of non X-Men villains. All of Cassandra’s minions fall into two categories, disposable faceless minion or X-Men villain. Considering they brought in Blade and Elektra it would’ve been cool to see some of their enemies. Deacon Frost or The Blood Pack from the Blade movies, and while Elektra wasn’t a very good movie I do remember the villain Tattoo being pretty cool or at least bring in a Bullseye variant. Also maybe throw in a Dr. Doom.

They should’ve brought in Michael B. Jordan. After the hilarious misdirect of Chris Evans reprising his role as Johnny Storm, it would’ve been so funny to see Michael B. Jordan coming in and you hear the Wakanda theme and you’re not sure if he’s playing his Johnny Storm and it’s another misdirect or if he’s actually a Killmonger variant. I just think it would’ve been funny.

[dalekofchaos]

Spider-Man and the Defenders. Wilson Fisk is free, not only that but the Hand is trying to seize power in NYC. It's up to SPider-Man, Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage and Iron Fist to stop this threat.

The Avengers finally return to NYC and get off their fucking asses after all this time requests Spider-Man's help against Kang the Conqueror(this time not played by an abuser) Loki or even better, the Masters of Evil ran by Norman Osborn, Doctor Doom, Loki, Red Skull, The Leader, and The Mandarin

My Punisher pitch:

Imagine if we get these Punisher challenges.

Peter gets word that The Punisher is in town and set up a bunch of hits on mob bosses and their lieutenants. Much like the Black Cat stakeout missions and Taskmaster challenges, Peter has to pinpoint where Frank is stop him from executing his victims and stop him.

Ideally, I'd love a callback to Punisher and Spider-Man's firs interaction. Being hired to kill him and realizing what a mistake it could've been. "Don't make me make that mistake. Stay out of my way."

It all leads to a boss fight against The Punisher.

Make it clear that what the Punisher is doing is wrong.

Peter calling Frank out on his bullshit and saying "you're just a guy who uses his family's name as an excuse to be a murderer". JJJ calling him a murderer that gets innocent people killed in his one man war on crime. Danika being absolutely repulsed by the Punisher's existence. Then we get a limited time third podcast. The Microchipcast. aka Microchip being the only pro-Punisher voice justifiying his actions and blaming Spider-Man for letting them all for walking alive.

The Spiderverse was already teased, so let's run with it.

Okay, not a full on Clone Saga. Just something that gives us Jackal, Ben and Kaine.

Not sure on the specifics. Baxter Building is already there, want to see Peter and Reed do science together and see Peter and Johnny's unmitigated gayness

Something's happened to Peter. His powers begin to evolve and he doesn't know what to do. He seeks help from the X-Men. His unforeseen mutation not only gets him the help from the X-Men, but the attention of Magneto. Peter fully transforms into Man-Spider and for a brief moment, you get to play as the X-Men while Miles administers the cure.

Deacon Frost comes to NYC and attacks Dr Morgan Michaels. Dr Michaels then tries to research a cure with Spider-Man's help. However it's too late. Dr Michaels becomes Morbius, the living Vampire. This gains the attention of Blade. Blade hunts Morbius, Spider-Man fights him, Spider-Man fights Morbius while trying to help him and then the three teams up to fight Frost.

We've seen the Sanctorum, we could see Baron Mordo leading the "Cult of Dormammu" causing chaos while Mordo is planning a mass sacrifice to unleash Dormammu upon the world.(pretty much the same plot from SMA arc, but with no Fox censorship)

Don't care about the context, I just wanna see Spider-Man and Johnny Blaze team up to kick Mephisto's ass

[rewritethisstxry]

Hello and welcome to my mixed mosh little corner of tumblr. Here I write for a variety of fandoms and characters. Primarily will be featuring drabbles with the occasional longer piece. Headcanons will feature from time to time.

At the time I do NOT consent for my work to be translated or posted anywhere else.

Below you will find some more information on who and what I write.

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What I will write:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Platonic relationships

Alpha/Omega dynamics

What I won’t write:

Snuff

Rape, rape play, non con

Underage

Inc*st

Real person fic

Marvel: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Alexei Shostakov, Peter Parker, Victor Creed, Deacon Frost, Peter Quinn, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Nathan Summers, Eddie Brock, Cletus Kasady, Otto Octavius

DC Universe: Bruce Wayne, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Clark Kent, Arthur Curry

Stranger Things: James Hopper, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard, Ronan Dex, Carson Beckett

Sons of Anarchy: Jackson “Jax” Teller, Harry “Opie” Winston, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Lincoln Potter, Galen O'Shay

The Walking Dead: Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Negan Smith

What We Do in the Shadows: Nandor the Relentless, Guillermo de la Cruz, Laszlo Cravensworth

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Albert Wesker, Chris Redfield

Ted Lasso: Ted Lasso, Coach Beard, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent

Good Omens: Gabriel, Aziraphale, Crowley

Video Games: Connor RK800, CaptainJonathan Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Sniper

Movies: Finn Brody (Godzilla), Raleigh Becket (Pacific Rim), Terry Malone (Black and Blue), Abe Guevara (Point Blank), Bobby O’Neill (The Hitman’s Wife’s Bodyguard), Guy Clifton (The Crash), Roy Pulver (Boss Level), Sloan (Into the Ashes) Braxton Wolff (The Accountant), Ethan Sawyer (Those Who Wish Me Dead), Bradley James (Grudge Match), Sam Rossi (Sweet Virginia), Mr. McCarthy (Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl), Grady Travis (Fury), Griff (Baby Driver), Adam Frawley (The Town), Buddy (Baby Driver), Clyde Brenek (The Posession), Patrick Sullivan (The Accidental Husband), Harvey Russell (Rampage), Jude Fisher (Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding), Luke Vaughn (Heist), Franklin Clay (The Losers), Max (The Resident), Nicomund the Red/Santa Claus (Violent Night), Doug Dennison (Sleepless), Frank Masters (The Equalizer), Hellboy (2019), Alex Baldr (Max Payne), Matt Graver (Sicario), Douglas Hunsiker (The Rise of the Planet of the Apes), Steve Emmett (Boa vs Python), Joe Braven (Braven), Lee Christmas (The Expendables), Deckard Shaw (Fast & Furious)

Musicals: Jack Kelly (Newsies), Dewey Finn (School of Rock), Hades (Hadestown)

Tv shows: Ike Evans (Magic City), Jason Crouse (The Good Wife), John Winchester (Supernatural), Mason Baldwin (Elementary), Colton Fisk (The Equalizer), Kevin Tidwell (Life), Declan Murphy (Law & Order: SVU), Eugene McGillicutty (Royal Pains), Chuck Martin (ER), Dickie Flood (Th Practice), Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son)

Tolkien: Boromir, Faramir, Eomer

[gavillain]

Who are your top ten favorite vampires in fiction?

10. The Countess (American Horror Story)

9. The Vampire/Big Bob Oakley (Scooby-Doo Where Are You?)

8. Deacon Frost (Blade)

7. Jerry Dandridge (Fright Night)

6. Necrolai (Power Rangers Mystic Force)

5. Donovan (American Horror Story)

4. Count Dracula (Universal Monster Movies/Renfield)

3. NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear of Star Command)

2. Steve Newlin (True Blood)

1. Russell Edgington (True Blood)

[d34c0nfr0st]

Amazon.com: Deacon Frost: books, biography, latest update

I write harem novels! Those are men's romance novels with a focus on one man falling for multiple women through the course of the series. While my books do include explicit content that is not a requirement for these kinds of books.

In my case I have series that fall under the categories of LitRPG, Cultivation, Tower Climbing, Science Fiction, Dungeon Core, Fantasy, and Adventure. The main characters range from a poor blacksmith who gets turned into an incubus to a dragon in a cultivation world. There's also a fae dungeon core, a regular college student isekai'd into a new world, and a space trader framed by a megacorporation.

[charlizekkelly]

guess who’s staring at her laptop contemplating continuing her David x reader x marko fic🫠 OR my Deacon Frost one😏

[molliehaswords]

WIP Wheneversday

I've been tagged by @totally-not-deacon for WIP Wednesday a couple times and never really had anything to share when they tagged me, but right now I've got a bit of a semi-productive high happening so I want to share part of the first chapter of my Skyrim fic! It's still definitely a WIP because I'm a lame-o who actually loves the vanilla tutorial, so I'm working on translating Helgen from the game to an engaging written narrative. I'll tag @ursulanoodles, @the-mad-dame, @electricshoebox, @rosered282, and @circtheeunbroken because you are writer mutuals who know Skyrim and/or are my enablers. 😆 (Actual WIP below the cut)

Evening, Loredas, 16th of Last Seed, 4E201, Darkwater Crossing

Visiting Darkwater Crossing is always bittersweet. It’s here I take stock of my supplies and begin the trip back home to Whiterun. As much as I love the freedom of traveling the province alone, with no greater goal than Mother’s supplies lists, seeing the leaves of the Rift turn golden always makes me ache for home.

Mother generally expects me to return around the start of Hearthfire, so that she can get her stocks replenished for the city guards before winter frosts make things difficult. Plus, very occasionally, I am able to coax her out of the shop for an evening for harvest festivities. Last year’s festival was particularly memorable for us both… That said, with the rising tensions coming from Windhelm and Solitude, I wouldn’t be too surprised if the harvest festival is canceled this year.

But it makes sense. It was still relatively peaceful when I left Whiterun during Second Seed, but at that time, Ulfric had not yet visited High King Torygg in the Blue Palace.

In any case, I’m sure it will all be fine. Mother has made herself valuable to Whiterun and I don’t see anything changing that. Rulers may change, but people will always need their apothecaries and alchemists.

~*~

“Hey, you. You're finally awake.”

Lucia groaned, her head throbbing in pain with each bump of the wagon.

The Nord sitting across from her continued, “You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there."

“Cross the border? What? No? I was heading back home to Whiterun after spending the summer foraging…” Suddenly panicking, Lucia looked around the cart. “Ysmir’s beard! Where are my bags?!”

The other man across from her spat onto the floor of the wagon, “Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell. You there... You and me, we shouldn't be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants."

Lucia looked between the two men on the other side of the wagon as the blond man, wearing what she recognized as Stormcloak gear, said, “We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief."

Fuck. This isn’t good. Mother is going to be so upset. Months of gathering ingredients wasted and she’ll have no stock for the winter. Lucia wanted to chew on a fingernail, but the bindings on her wrists made it awkward, so she settled for the inside of her lip.

The legionnaire driving their wagon shouted at them, "Shut up back there!" The blond Stormcloak rolled his eyes as the horse thief next to him winced.

[thealmightyemprex]

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