#aisling writings

[sherlockgracie]

Today! Is my birthday.

8th of December

I drank today for the first time

It was bad. I don't think I like drinking.

I hate how I feel.

I'm lying of course.

But it did feel like I was putting on even more of a front for my friends than usual.

I don't think I like drinking.

I felt like an even more exaggerated version of myself. I wanted to hurt someone again.

I don't think I like drinking.

I know that if I let someone touch me, they'd do the same. I'm just waiting for them to kill me too. Oh god, they're going to fucking get me.

I don't think I like drinking.

I wish I could've torn them open. I need to hold their bones and muscle in my fingers.

I don't think I like Drinking.

I wanted them to scream and squeal, just for me and me alone. Terrified and filled with despair. Hehehehe

I don't think I like Drinking.

End log.

Now Playing: Never Going To Drink Again, by The Planet Smashers

[starrystevie]

steve's desperate, okay?

he's officially running late for his first date with linda because he couldn't find his car keys and the shirt he wanted to wear just wasn't working so he had to grab something out of his hamper and throw it on blindly which then messed up his hair and he almost forgot to brush his teeth again but remembered as he opened the front door and-

he only realizes he forgot to put on cologne once he makes it halfway to her house and smells himself. the shirt from the hamper smells stale, not bad, just stale. and steve in his normal, non-rushed state wouldn't have noticed because his trusty calvin klein would have covered it up but today is apparently not a day for things to go right.

with a sigh of frustration, steve pulls into the hook's drugstore a little too quickly and it makes his stomach lurch the tiniest bit before sliding into an open parking sport at the front door. he rushes in, pushing the door open with too much force and books it to the fragrance aisle.

"this is so fucking stupid," he mutters to himself, unable to be heard by any surrounding shoppers over the annoyingly loud jingle playing through the speakers.

steve skids to halt in front of the cologne section, crouching down and scanning quickly over the tester bottles for obsession. once he spots the amber bottle, he yanks it towards himself, spraying as much as he can onto his chest given the awkward angle he's at. as he stands back up, steve pulls his shirt collar up towards his nose and the ball of nerves in his stomach loosens at the familiar smell. he may be late but he feels like he's back in the game.

checking his watch, he sees just how late he is and makes a beeline for the door, nearly running into an older lady with far too many rolls of toilet paper in her tiny arms. as he dodges around her and extends his arm to push open the door, he hears a loud voice over the intercom.

"you're not going to buy anything after stealing cologne?"

steve stops, freezes where he is and frantically turns his head around to spot the cashier grinning at him. he has long hair and a bright red hook's drugstore vest over a denim vest which doesn't look very comfortable. he has chains in his jeans and handcuffs holding his belt closed and a smirk that is trying to kill him and oh-

"wait, stealing cologne?" steve shakes himself back into existence as the old lady pushes by him without dropping a single roll on the way back to her car. "you're going to call me putting on a few sprays stealing?"

the cashier's smile just gets bigger, like a cat hunting down a canary. steve's never felt like a canary before but can't deny that it's an exciting feeling.

"well, on a good day i wouldn't. but i'm bored and you didn't buy a single thing so technically, yes. you're stealing, pretty boy."

steve fights the urge to roll his eyes and put his hands on his hips, so instead he crosses them over his chest, cologne wafting up from the movement and reminding him that he doesn't have time for this no matter how cute the cashier may be.

he makes his way over to the counter, grabs a pack of gum and slams it on the counter. without breaking eye contact with eddie, as his nametag suggests, he throws him a salty smile of his own and pulls his wallet out from his back pocket.

eddie's eyes are a deep brown with a glimmer of something behind them and his hands are covered in rings making his fingers look long and strong. the jeans he has on are ripped on one of the the thighs, showing a hint of a tattoo to match the ones crawling up his arms. steve's no stranger to thinking men are attractive but this guy? he's on a new level. his heart thumps painfully in his chest when eddie's grin grows larger as he watches steve give him a once over. it thumps even harder when eddie gives him a once over of his own.

the clock above the register shows that he's officially 20 minutes late to picking up... laura? lisa?

no, linda. damnit.

eddie looks down at the gum and then back up at steve, quirking up an eyebrow. "i hardly think this monetarily equates to a bottle of cologne but-"

"oh come on!" steve huffs. eddie laughs and it's clear and bright, ringing off the cinderblock walls louder than the annoying jingle that's still playing. whatever fight steve may have had left in him drains away at the sound and suddenly he isn't thinking about the clock anymore. he feels his shoulders fall down to a more relaxed state, feels himself shift his weight on his feet to look more natural than ready to run at a moments notice.

"just kidding, man." eddie rings up the gum quickly and hands it back to steve. "sorry, you looked like you were in a rush. i shouldn't have created a scene just because i'm bored."

steve chuckles. "i'm already supremely late for my date so what's another five minutes. especially if it gets me..." he looks at the gum packet to look at what he even picked up in the first place. "... spearmint freshen-up gum."

"well there you go," eddie says, grin smaller than before, "a perfect thing to get for a date. everyone likes their date to be minty fresh for that first kiss."

it strikes somewhere in steve that he isn't expecting. the beemer is still out in the parking lot running so he didn't have to waste time, his watch on his wrist feels heavy, the scent of obsession overpowering. but he can't make himself move. he wants to stay and talk to eddie, wants to learn about what makes him tick.

"can i borrow your phone?" steve asks. eddie's eyebrows furrow but he reaches for the store phone and places the console on top of the counter.

"for what?"

steve look through his wallet, finding the piece of paper with linda's number on it. holding the receiver between his shoulder and ear, he dials in her number and holds his pointer finger up at eddie, signaling that he'll need a second. steve then brings the finger to his lips and shushes with his cheek pulling up in a smirk. eddie's eyes zero in on the motion and it feels like steve's gone from being the canary back to the cat.

"linda? hey it's steve."

he watches as eddie mouths steve back at him and then nods to himself when he gets the confirmation that it is indeed his name. steve throws him a wink for good measure.

"i know i'm late and i'm really really sorry to cancel last minute but-. oh. yeah, sure. have a good time. okay bye li-."

on the other end of the line, linda slams down the phone without waiting for steve to finish talking and it makes him wince with how loud it is in his ear. he gives eddie a sheepish smile, all toothy and guilt-ridden, and gently puts the receiver back down.

"what was that?" eddie asks with a disbelieving look on his face. steve shrugs.

"she got tired of waiting so she already had another guy lined up to come pick her up."

eddie sucks in air through his teeth and mimes getting shot in the heart. it has steve laughing as he falls over on the counter, hair covering his face. he turns his head to peer up at steve through the curtain of curls, the one brown eye that's visible twinkling in the harsh overhead light.

"was it true love? are you just absolutely heartbroken?"

steve thinks about it for less than a second. watches how eddie curls back up one vertebrae at a time before placing his elbows on the counter and leaning over. watches how eddie's eyes flit between his own and his lips. watches how he focuses on the latter for a little while too long.

"why would i be heartbroken," steve starts. he's being too forward, too brash, but with eddie looking at him that way, he knows he can be. "when you'll probably be on break soon and can make it up to me? you know, for making me even more late and all."

eddie's grin grows wide again. "oh really?"

steve shrugs once more with a playful look of consideration on his face, resting on his elbows to match eddie on the counter. "yes, really. this is your payback for being bored and taking it out on me."

it's later when eddie's on break and steve hasn't left the drugstore in over an hour and they're sitting in his car with bowie playing through the speakers that eddie looks up at him with a look steve knows well.

"you do smell really good, y'know." his voice is softer than steve's heard it all day.

"so are you glad i came in to steal cologne?" steve leans closer over the center console to get into eddie's personal space. there's a hand curling over his bicep and pulling him even closer, their faces only centimeters apart.

"i guess i'll let it slide this time, thief."

and when they kiss for the first time, it tastes like the freshen-up gum they both had been nonstop chewing ever since steve paid for it.

[the-palelady]

could you mayhaps perhaps potentially elaborate on simon meeting the love of his life????

this made me giggle

but absolutely

because when i tell you he is down bad…he is down bad bad.

the tickets were soap’s, but he couldn’t possibly go alone. kyle might have been down to attend, but in johnny’s eyes asking simon, a quiet man who you wouldn’t catch dead in a crowded place like this, sounded much more interesting.

of course, simon was reluctant, saying no a million times before he finally gave in. which took some bribing on soap’s end (listen, free beer is free beer).

the show was packed. shoulders touching shoulders, people practically climbing over one another as the stadium’s energy became more intense. but simon had to admit to himself that he was enjoying it, tapping his foot to the beat of the music, a beer in one hand and his free hand shoved into his pants pockets. the colorful lights reflected off his amber eyes until the shine of your own eyes caught his attention.

you were so bright eyed and full of energy. you sang each song, word for word, with the people around you, uncaring of what was going on beyond the walls of the stadium. it was just you and the music. simon almost felt like he was intruding on the peaceful moment you were having (even though ride the lightning is hardly a peaceful song).

it took until almost the end of the show for him to finally work up the courage to speak to you, pushing through the crowd of people as he followed you out to the lobby.

once the concert was over, johnny turned to simon only to find a group of teenagers standing in his place. soap didn’t expect to lose his lieutenant in a place like this. but after almost 30 minutes of searching, he really didn’t expect to find simon leaning against a wall, hands once again nestled into the pockets of his jeans and his hooded head tilted downwards, seemingly looking at something.

“there ya fuckin’ are, lt. been lookin’ for ya fo-”

johnny’s mouth locks itself shut when you come into view, his words not even reaching simon’s ears, too fixated on you.

tiny little thing you are in comparison to simon, monster of a man he is. you have a band shirt on, makeup done although your eyeliner is a bit smudged, and hair jostled about, sticking up in some places. your fingers fiddle with one another, clasped together as you rambled on about something to romeo in front of you.

a sea of people has to step around johnny, his jaw practically touching the floor as he watches simon’s usually disinterested expression stay locked onto you, eating up every word that slips from your mouth. he can see the fireworks going off in simon’s eyes, the subtle nod of his head, urging you to keep speaking. his mouth moves under the black mask that obscures the lower half of his face, but johnny’s not close enough to hear what he’s saying.

even sees his shoulders shake, laughing at something you had said, to which you join in with your own giggles.

after some time, someone shouts, and from the way you perk up, johnny assumes it’s the group you came to the concert with. when you turn back, he utters something before his hand slips out of his pocket, holding his phone out to you.

you take the device with a smile, tapping something in before handing it back and leaving with a big grin spreading across your face, cheeks rosy red and eyes just as sparkly as simon’s.

johnny’s voice doesn’t even break simon from his thoughts when he finally approaches him, still watching you scurry away with your friends.

“thought i was ‘ere to see metallica?! no’ fuckin’ romeo and juliet.”

[pequins]

thinking many thoughts about in this vid

schlatt is so pathetic when he cant see, the little “i cant” whine has me bricked. (around 9:15) i just keep imagining blindfolding this 6’3 behemoth of a man and turning him into a subby mess <3

the way ted whispers and asks if he’s a “nice boy” while holding his chin (at 9:30) is so ughhgh. soft dom ted supremacy.

[ot3]

love for that all tlt is supposed to be reworked homestuck fanfic, nobody can agree on what it originally was. which is a long way to say that I had to see someone accuse it of being a lesbian rose/dave rework once.

it's crazy it's almost like despite the fact that TLT has a lot of similarities to stuff taz did in the homestuck fandom/shows its influences she's a talented and competent writer who was able turn those influences into fully unique characters and settings that can't be 1:1 compared to fanfiction she wrote a decade ago. it's almost like Filing Serial Numbers off of fanfiction to publish it outright as an expy for those same dynamics is something that happens when you have an unskilled or lazy writer try and transition into publishing original work.

[solomams]

Random Mammon x Solomon Headcanons

Because I am insane about them <3 I wrote most of these down on a piece of paper at work the other day

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Mammon who won’t ask Solomon for help with debts because he doesn’t want Solomon to think that’s all he wants from him

Mammon who notices the witches call for him less and/or are nicer to him after he gets together with Solomon (and if it happened after the night he came home in near tears and exhausted? Well that’s just a coincidence.)

Solomon who won’t give Mammon money to pay back his debts, but instead gives him opportunities to earn it

-Helping out with experiments

-Ritual calculations

-Accompanying him to the human world/running errands

-Playing cards together (their favorite)

They get together at least every other week to play cards together, even before they started dating. It’s usually money on the line, though sometimes it’s favors or help with studies

The first round will almost always end in a tie, and their games can go for hours because they both have so much fun and find the challenge enjoyable

When Mammon is losing, he likes to pull a “winner takes all” for the final round. This only works half the time

They both know each other so well that they will change the rules, or alter the deck to make it more interesting. Like removing a certain shape or adding another deck entirely

The first time Solomon and Mammon teamed up together during a game night, everyone was shocked at how well they worked together

Solomon proposed during Demonopoly once and Mammon almost passed out. His face was red the rest of the round- But they won by a landslide together

Date nights for them are usually dinner together

-Mammon has a fund set aside specifically for date nights so they can eat out

-Some nights when they’re both either busy or exhausted, they’ll heat up cup noodles and stay in together to watch a movie. Mammon says he’s the only one allowed to cook the noodles on these nights because he makes them best. No other reason...

-Usually these date nights are held at the HOL because Mammon has that projector in his room. They take turns picking movies

-And if Solomon chooses a horror movie so Mammon clings to him? Who’s to blame him?

-Sometimes when they want a little more privacy, they’ll order take out or pack a picnic and Mammon will drive up to a cliff side so they can look at the stars together

-They sit on the hood of the car to eat. Mammon has taken to keeping a spare blanket in his trunk so they can lay down and star gaze together

-Mammon will point at a random spot in the sky and ask if there’s a constellation there. Solomon will nudge his hand in the correct direction if needed, and explain the constellation. Mammon finds it endearing to listen to

Solomon is usually the big spoon when they cuddle or sleep together

If Mammon falls asleep around Solomon while he’s busy, Solomon will use his cape/cloak as a blanket to cover Mammon

When Mammon is the big spoon, he will partially shift into his demon form to wrap his wings around Solomon

They each have a photo of each other in their wallets

-Polaroid cameras blew up in the Devildom shortly after they made a comeback in the human world. Asmo joined in on this trend, and took photos of his brothers and friends

-He gave Solomon and Mammon photos of each other respectively

-Solomon’s is one of him laughing after an experiment went wrong

-Mammon’s is one of him crouching and doting on a crow

If Mammon is really busy with working shifts, Solomon will visit him at work

-Solomon will pretend to be a stranger sometimes and flirts with Mammon (as if they aren’t already together)

-This makes Mammon flustered, but after the first few times, he starts to flirt back to see how far he can push it

-Solomon almost always stays until the end of Mammon’s shift to walk him home, even if it’s hours long

Solomon has also tagged along to Mammon’s modeling gigs. These are the shoots where Mammon seems to be the most confident once the photos are published

Solomon always buys a copy if Mammon is featured, keeping them tucked in a corner of his bookshelf

Mammon has snuck over to Purgatory Hall when he misses Solomon. He’ll fly up to Solomon’s balcony and knock until he’s let in. He tried to pick the lock the first time he did this, and was met with a very powerful ward. So he doesn’t do that anymore

Little D. No 2 once reffered to Solomon as “Step Papa” and Mammon lost his shit

Solomon, red-faced and laughing, had to hold Mammon back

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Okay this became longer than I intended. HAHA SORRY THEY'RE JUST ALWAYS ON MY MIND. Feel free to yap about them to me. Maybe then I'll finally finish my solomams songfic.

[aislingsurrow]

The Night After Ravana’s Defeat…

“Never did I doubt you, Warrior of Light.”

Aisling turned over in her bedroll- Estinien’s earlier words still tickling at the back of her mind. Spoken after she returned from the hive.

“Never did I doubt you…”

Instead of that Someone whispering what the next day would bring, what pains would come and what the weather would be and who she’d meet, she could only hear him.

“Warrior of Light…”

She turned on her back and her eyes burst open to stare at a wide open sky, blistered with bright stars.

“Warrior…”

His lips had turned up when he said it. Just the corners of them, a slight little smile and from her low angle she could see up into his helmet. See that the smile, however small, reached his eyes.

“Fretting like a maid for her sweetheart, he was.”

And in that moment their eyes had met.

“Sweetheart…”

The way his lips formed the words was stuck in her skull. The look in his eyes. And when something passed between them, unspoken, she was glad Alphinaud was jostled enough to protest the teasing. It gave her a moment to steady her wildly beating heart. Of course, thinking about it again now only made her heart go so wild again she had to sit up- stand up- and wander from the dying embers of their fire and the two sleeping Elezen.

They were within the walls of Anyx Trine, tucked in a corner by the gate with a watchful company of dragons nearby- meant to keep an eye on Estinien. He was gone, though; in the few nights they’d enjoyed the hospitality of the dragons, Estinien had not slept within the walls. Still, he never went far- which is why Aisling slipped out of the gate, feet bare, cool wind tickling her shoulders in her nightgown.

She didn’t have to search far at all- there he was, just outside the main gate, leaned back against the stone in a devilishly cool way. As ever, he was in his armor- a mask she saw beneath in brief flashes.

“I had a feeling you’d be up,” he said as a greeting.

“Oh? Yer having visions now?”

“You’re predictable. You found me, somehow, after the boy’s trial. And then once more when you freed the Bull. I figured I’d make myself easy to find this time.” The twitch of his lips again- her heart rushed. “Make it easy on you.”

“Y’need never go easy on me, Estinien. I can handle it.” She lifted an arm and slapped her bicep- certainly not bulging with lean, lithe strength like him, but solid all the same.

“I see you can.” He pushed himself off the wall. “Shall we walk?”

“Aye!” Aisling beamed and hopped beside him, her feet buoyed just above the ground by a cushion of Air aether placed with each footfall.

They took a turn around the walls of Anyx Trine. Above them, dragons flew past- entering and exiting their home. Some landing on the wall and lingering. Some watching the two wander by, made curious by the continued presence of men.

“It is nice y’waited fer me, though,” she said a few minutes in.

She could feel him roll his eyes. See a hint beneath the helm from her angle. “Must you say it aloud?”

“Are yeh embarrassed?” Her lips split into a sly grin. “Will y’blush if I call ya kind? What of handsome?”

The sound that came from him was somewhere between a scoff, a gasp, and a bark of a laugh. “You make your opinion so readily known!”

She glanced sidelong at him, raised an eyebrow. “Someone’s got to. You won’t say what y’want.”

“Oh?” He shook his head. “You know what I want, eh? Have you Seen it?”

“Of a sort.”

She paced ahead of him with a quickness that surprised the Azure Dragoon. For once, he sped to catch up with her.

“Is this another vision to solve?”

She walked a bit faster again and he was answered by her back. Her hair was unbraided, casting her curls down behind her shoulders. The moon and starlight caught in the blonde- the soft pink- and seemed to glow.

This time, Estinien didn’t catch up to her and trailed behind.

“... Well?” he prompted, after a moment of her silence.

“Why do y’look at me the way you do?”

“And how do I look at you?” He was about to laugh, but her sudden stop and turn stole it from his lungs. He paused mid-step and her eyes caught under his helm. He didn’t have time to school his expression.

“Like tha’.”

His jaw clenched up. “... It’s no particular way,” he protested, rather ineffectively for him. Which is why her answer was only silence- a brow raised in question. And his jaw tightened again- fists joining in an angry curl.

“Such wants are distractions,” he snapped and brushed past her. “Should I falter from my task? Just for a want?”

She didn’t follow him, and when he realized a few yalms away he slowed to a stop, anger flattening slower than it came.

“... You said before you saw my death,” he said, his back to her.

“I seen yer agony,” Aisling replied. The memory of the vision summoned small motes of light to her eyes, Someone laughing in her ear. “Seen a monster wear your skin. Seen ya struck through. But I seen ya smilin’ too. Freer than ever I’ve seen a man.”

A laugh like a scoff. A sigh. “You think I can escape?”

Aisling couldn’t quite answer that. “... I seen us, hand in hand,” she said instead, and twisted her fingers in her nightgown.

“You think you can be my escape?” He finally faced her.

Her hands firmed into fists around the fabric. “Ain’t it what ya want?”

The quiet that settled between them vibrated. Aisling felt it rumble through her whole body- anxiety leaving her hands shaking in their nervous, white-knuckled grip. For all her Seeing, these moments were uncharted territory.

He moved first- raised his hands to his helm and- for the first time in her sights- removed it. His pale hair tumbled down over his shoulders and instead of having to peek and search for his eyes they were right there- his gaze heavy on her- heavier than Aisling had ever felt before.

Estinien closed the gap between them with slow steps.

“... If we do as I want,” he muttered, “I won’t be going easy on you.”

Her breath caught.

“Y’need never go easy on me,” she said in a whisper. All inside of her trembled with excitement. “I can handle it.”

“... I see you can.”

He dropped his helmet to the side and they came together like a dance. He lifted her in the next step and found something- a wall- to press her against as his lips found her neck, exposed and chilled from the night air.

Any dragons still lingering on the nearby parapets roused themselves and, for a blessing, gave the pair some privacy. And with Estinien’s heart so sweetly consumed, for a restful moment their only companions were the stars.

[howgalling]

ULTRAKILL CHARACTER LORE: Aisling the nun (the abbess). The woman who was damned alongside the angel Asbeel.

Aisling lived during the time that humans had to completely evacuate and were living on the Earthmovers, towards the End. As one of the few remaining spiritual/maternal figures, she became responsible for many of the children that were left. Because of the chemical hazards/radiation/unclean air, all citizens wear hazmat+gasmasks, an attempt to avoid contaminated dust/air. Aisling does all she can for her people, but knows that they are doomed. She tries regardless. By the councils definition, Asbeel is 'weak' to the suffering of humans. Her outrage at the fact that the angels are standing by has to be repressed. She is drawn in by Aisling's desperate prayers for the survival of her dependents, for their safety, for a better tomorrow. Aisling's determination in the face of inevitable starvation after the long war made earth unsuitable for human life is compelling, her passion for her people drawing Asbeel like a moth to a flame. They grow close, and over time communicate in a series of letters, to conceal their interactions, each more drawn out then the last. Despite this, Asbeel is eventually caught for 'favouring' the community with 'unlawful' use of Holy Light. The Watchers (the snitches) track every usage of holy light, it's difficult to avoid their inspection, and every one of her infractions was recorded. She tried to intervene in quiet ways to avoid detection, blessing their struggling plants; just barely enough that they fruit. She would cleanse the irradiated, chemically contaminated rainwater the skies wept. As the Earthmover began to prioritize it's own systems for survival in the face of dwindling light sources, human associated systems are categorised as NON-ESSENTIAL to the AI's survival. Their water is dependent on what they can collect. Aisling was not a young woman and would been long-dead without Asbeel's intervention. Her radiation aggravated tumours were only held at bay by Asbeel's Blessing. When Asbeel is confronted by the Council, all of whom are staging outrage at her for going against God's supposed Will of humanities demise, Aisling is accused alongside her. She has to fight accusations of Bewitching Asbeel for blessings, for leading her Astray. This is designed to make Asbeel launch into denying this claim, in turn the Council uses the denial to accuse her of being Compromised with Affection (for a lesser being, a mortal, no less.) Asbeel cannot deny this, and cannot deny her rage before accusing the Council of their willful disregard. She is of course, immediately accused of blasphemous heresy. Alongside whatever litany of sins the council gleefully assigns to her actions. She pleads with Gabriel that he knows this to be wrong, blinded as he is by the Councils lies, led into their frenzy. Asbeel pleads to her Brother to understand.

Gabriel severs her connection to the Light and Asbeel falls alongside Aislings Soul into hell, succumbed to the absence of Asbeel's blessing.

[rochenn]

[E / 5K / Oneshot]

This Christmas, I rectify the lack of disgusting Dooku/Palpatine action on AO3! Enjoy, or don't, and mind the tags <3

[loonybun]

Meeting Aisling (CYOA) 3

hiiiii ough this took forever :( don’t feel like it’s super good but new character! yay!!! he’s normal guys i promise (fingers crossed behind my back)

contains: captivity, faerie carewhumper, dryad guy of unknown whumperee status, references to past abduction(s), fantasy whump, fantasy setting, manhandling.

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You decide to look for anything that could help you escape— or at the very least tell you where you are. The window is the obvious thing to look at, considering it’s the only other possible way out of the room. The gaps in the vines are big enough for you to stick your hands through, but you probably couldn’t get much further.

From the holes, you can see a village beneath the structure you’re in. People. There are people here. If you made enough noise, maybe someone would come and save you.

The trees around the village are thicker than most of the houses. Massive structures that you can’t even see the tops of. Branches as big as trains.

Even if the window wasn’t obscured, it’d be too high to jump from. You’re not going to have much luck with it.

You walk over to the vanity in one of the other parts of the room. The mirror greets you with your disgruntled state, twigs and flowers sticking out of tangled hair.

The table is covered with all kinds of trinkets. Bells, flower circlets, crystals, little animals made of glass. It may have been a charming collection under different circumstances, but unfortunately you don’t have time to focus on something so small.

Besides the vanity, there’s also a desk filled to the brim with papers and books. Bottles of ink line the shelf above it. Great, the weirdo that kidnapped you is a writer. You can definitely use that to escape. Maybe threaten to set some of his manuscripts on fire or give him a bad review. That’ll show him.

You groan and go back over to the bed, flopping onto the soft mattress. Despite your amazing investigative skills, you’d somehow neglected the plate of fresh berries on the bedside table. Just looking at them makes your mouth water.

If you’re going to escape, you have to have some fuel in you, right?

As you reach out to grab one of the fruits, something snaps around your wrist and yanks it away.

“Don’t eat that.”

The roots around your arm squeeze it tightly. After you recover from the shock, you turn to face the source of the voice.

The tree.

The fucking tree.

Or what was a tree five seconds ago, at least. Of course. Why not? Magical bug men, talking trees, sure. Just throw in a dancing bear at this point.

The tree— or man, you’re not sure what to describe it as— is giving you a hard glare. It’s entirely made of wood, save for its flowering hair and a few rogue blossoms. If looks could kill, you have a feeling that they wouldn’t be able to put your corpse back together.

It slowly retracts its branches from your wrist, forming them back into a more hand-like structure.

He inspects you for a moment.

“…His standards get lower by the hour. Goodness, where did he even find you? A dog park?” The— whatever he is, scoffs.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong, you did look like a mess, but that doesn’t mean his words don’t hurt.

He plucks a leaf from your hair and grins. “I mean, this is just sad. And I thought the last one was bad… No, you take the cake. Anyways, how long were you planning on staying here? Come up with any daring escape plans yet? Please, do tell.”

Even if you had, telling this thing seemed like a bad idea. He definitely doesn’t have your best interests in mind.

“What?” The man(?) frowns. “Too harsh? Alright, fine. I should have just started with names. Have you given yours to him yet?”

You shake your head.

“Good. Don’t. Anyways, since you won’t have much of a use for it anyways, mine is Oleander. You don’t have to give me yours if you don’t want to. I’d like to keep this interaction as quick as possible. Feel free to ask questions though. Better to hear it than learn from experience in this case.”

Well, you sure had a lot of questions. Why are you here? Where is here? What is he? What snatched you away to begin with?

“Ohh, you’re one of the panicky ones. Alright, well, for starters, you’re in a tree. Or a palace. Whatever you’d like to imagine it as, honestly. I don’t know the exact reason you were brought here, but I have a few guesses. Let’s just say none of them are situations anyone would want to be in.” He keeps up with your rapid-fire, only taking a moment in between questions.

“I’m what’s called a dryad. Essentially, a plant with a consciousness and a body created by magic— You do know what magic is, right? Yes? Alright, that saves some explaining. I don’t really want to get into detail about what a faerie is, but that’s what the other man was. Anyways, I’ll be brief, I don’t want you here, and I’m assuming you don’t want to be here either, right?”

You nod.

“Good. That saves me some trouble. I’m going to help you escape. Now, he’s probably going to be back within the next ten or so minutes. You’re not going to mention me to him, understand? He doesn’t know I exist, and I want to keep it that way.”

After you give another nod, he sighs in relief. You watch as Oleander moves back towards the center of the room, his wood skin slowly morphing, bending, and reshaping until you’re left “alone” again.

Your chest feels lighter. There’s still a chance to escape. While you’re still not entirely sure you can trust your new companion, he’s still a failsafe if you can’t find another way out of here.

Just a few minutes later, the door swings open and a familiar person enters the room.

Person? Was that right?

Ai smiles at you, slit pupils you hadn’t noticed previously practically glistening when he spots you at the far end of the room.

“Oh— Hi! You’re awake now? Is everything alright? You look a little shaken up…” He flutters over to you.

Flutters. Right. Wings.

You can’t help but stare. Whatever you’d met in the woods hardly resembled him now. The fae in front of you dawned a long, fairly intricate cloak. His skin— or fur, it’s honestly hard to tell, is a soft pink. He’s not unpleasant looking in any sense, just… Unusual. If it weren’t for the sharp teeth, he’d almost look approachable.

He’s acting like he’s actually concerned about you. Like he didn’t just take you to an entire new dimension. Like there’s any other reason that you’d be upset. You just continue to stare, unable to create a response with the knot in your throat.

Ai sets a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “Upset? That’s okay. I know it’s a lot for you to take in. I hope you don’t feel like I was trying to deceive you before in the woods… I just thought you seemed interesting! I wanted to get to know you a bit before… Well, before all of this. I didn’t mean to rush you.” You’re hardly paying attention to what he’s saying. He kidnapped you. Of course you’re upset!

“You probably feel scared, don’t you? I… I want to say that I won’t hurt you. Those aren’t my intentions with you. Why don’t we get to know each other a bit better? I want to understand you, and I want you to be able to understand me, too. I know this isn’t the best first impression… But I really didn’t want to have to mess with your memories again. I want to do it right this time.”

This is insane. You can’t read him. What does he want from you? He said he doesn’t want to hurt you, but none of his actions so far have even slightly supported that. He abducted you. He chased you through the fucking woods. What other reason could he possibly have for keeping you here?

“Go ahead, ask me anything.”

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[sherlockgracie]

Day 1: Wings

So I wanted to do Swordtember, but I'm not someone who really enjoys drawing. So instead! I'm doing what I do like doing and writing and making DnD items. So here is that. (I know I'm posting this late, but I forgor about September 1st happening)

The Fleeting Blade

Martial weapon(Kodachi), Melee Weapon,  Rare 1d6 Slashing - Finesse, Light

Attacks made with this weapon have a +1 to it's Attack and Damage rolls.

When you take the Disengage action while within 5ft of an enemy that is hostile to you, you may use your reaction to make an attack against them as a part of the disengage action. If this attack hits, it deals an additional 1d6 slashing damage.

A Deep Purple Steel blade with a hilt made of red cloth, it has red ribbons hanging from it. 

The blade is as light as it can be, feeling supernatural in its ability to cut through the air. Holding the blade gives the holder a sense of breath. As they swing the blade, unbeknownst to the user, spectral wings of green and red appear behind them, pulling and moving the user. To fight while running, that is the secret of the blade that guides the welder to victory.

Next Day>>

[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a joke. they were supposed to be in steve’s backyard with all their friends and family in shitty lawn chairs, holding cans of budweiser and jamming to whatever song eddie was in the mood for that day blasting through the speakers. steve was supposed to be in front of them all in a tuxedo t-shirt and powder blue dress pants, flowers in his hair that had been teased to high heaven and dark black sunglasses to keep out the bright sun. that’s how they had planned it all those years ago when they’d been high and drunk and young and in love.

but somehow instead, the yard is full of flowers and benches that hopper and wayne put together with spare wood for everyone to sit on and there’s an archway at the end of the aisle and soft acoustic songs spilling gently out of the speakers. steve’s still at the front, that was always supposed to happen, but this time he’s wearing an actual tux, light cream with a boutonnière and everything, and his hair is pushed back just so. there’s no flowers in his hair and no sunglasses but it’s cloudy enough of a day where he doesn’t really need them anyway.

they weren't even supposed to do this. there wasn't supposed to be a grand entrance and a walk down the aisle, no flower girls or ring bearers or anything remotely traditional. but what started off as, "well, i wouldn't mind walking down the aisle," and "i think exchanging rings would be cool," and "who cares if it isn't legal, i'm going to marry you anyway damnit," turned into this beautiful day of friends and family and love.

robin’s standing beside him in a tux of her own, pinstripe grey donning a pocket boutonnière that matches nancy’s bouquet, with a few notecards in her hands. and speaking of nancy, she’s heading down the aisle in a flowing dress, and when her eyes catch robin’s, she crinkles her nose before blowing her a kiss. she stands opposite of steve as eddie's not-quite-bridesmaid and grips her bouquet tightly, her eyes never leaving robin's.

and then there's dustin. he's in a tux that matches steve's and he has his curls pushed back with probably too much gel and a tie that suzie got him for their 3rd anniversary. the best thing he's sporting, though, is the smile on his face and the ring box in his hand and the joy in his eyes as he looks out at the crowd. having him there as best man and smelling the cheap cologne he wears so he seems more grown up calms steve's ever beating heart enough to where he doesn't think he'll throw up from nerves anymore.

all of their loved ones are surrounding them in clothes steve’s never seen before but he couldn’t care at all what they’re wearing because they’re all smiling wide and bright at him. he catches himself rocking back and forth on his feet so he shakes out his hands and holds them behind his back to distract himself. his stomach is rolling with waves or butterflies and when he catches joyce's eye in the front row, she mimes taking in a deep breath which he instantly copies. the soft grin she sends in return tells him that he thinks it could actually work to settle him. mothers have that healing way about them.

he’s never been good with weddings, always fidgeting in a too tight suit his mom picked out, but he never thought he’d be this antsy at his own.

steve's just about to give up and sprint down the aisle to get eddie so they can run away together and leave nerves and or butterflies behind him, but then the music stops. he sees lucas changing out the tapes quickly, giving a thumbs up to mike who throws one to will who runs back behind the shed to where he knows eddie is waiting and when will pops his head back out to run back to his seat, it hits him.

he's getting married.

steve doesn't have time to think about it anymore than he already has been for the last 8 years because eddie's coming around the corner of the shed.

'here comes the sun' is playing out over the speakers, soft and perfect, and eddie's smiling, wide and beautiful, and steve can't help but mirror it back to him. the clouds overhead seem to hear them, hear the song and hear their hearts beating in time with each other, because as soon as eddie gets to the aisle, bright warm rays of sunlight peak out and make the rhinestones he demanded line the lapels of his own black tux shine like real diamonds.

steve stops breathing. he swears he does, and he knows his family are all feeling the same way. he can hear a few gasps, hears joyce muttering what she thinks is a silent, "oh my god," in hop's ear, and watches how wayne stands up just a bit straighter from his front row seat.

eddie glides down the aisle like the drama king he is, soaking in the looks from everyone they care about and soaking in the sun that seems to come out only for him. it's like the sun knows he's a star, too, and wants to come out to be with one of it's own. eddie's always been sunshine and starlight and a blinding thing to look at and take in. he's the light, steve's the moth, and a few clouds on their wedding day could never change it.

"well, that was insanely good timing," eddie whispers to steve once he reaches him. his grin softens and he brings up a hand to wipe gently at the tear tracks on steve's cheeks. "hi, baby."

and steve can do nothing but choke out a laugh, catching eddie's hand in his own so he press a kiss to his palm. he thinks he can feel eddie's heartbeat against his lips and, even if it's his brain playing tricks on him, he likes the sentiment that it brings. "i love you so fucking much."

it's eddie's turn to get teary-eyed and the sun glints off the tears that fall down his cheek before heading back behind the clouds, dotting quick-to-fade sparkles on his face like a wedding present.

steve kisses him. he can't help it. it's nothing but a fast press of lips, watery smile to watery smile, and everyone is cheering except for robin.

"hey! it's not time for that yet," she says with a pretend scowl, arms pressing to each of their chests to keep them apart. it's enough to leave nancy giggling where she stands behind eddie, her laugh like bells bouncing off of the trees surrounding them. "just give me like ten minutes and we'll have you married and you can kiss all you want then."

steve swears he can hear mike groan at that which cause him to grin which cause eddie to grin back and then they're holding hands like it's the only way to get through the next ten minutes. and it might just be the only way to get through it. knowing them, if they didn't hold on tight, one of them would make a move first and there'd be hands around waists and fingers tangled in hair and robin would hate them forever because she wouldn't get to do her speech.

it's after vows are shared, after rings are on fingers, after kisses are pressed to lips and cheeks and temples and hands and everything else they can quickly reach, that the two of them get some peace. everyone is inside eating snacks and drinking cheap champagne, and it goes unspoken that they're going to take some time for themselves. take some time to bask in their new maybe not-so-legally real but as real as could ever be in their hearts marriage.

they make their way, hand in hand like they've always been meant to do, to a table set up for them. eddie pops a bottle of champagne that they pass back and forth between themselves as they share cheesy smiles and champagne-laced kisses. and it's as they look into each other's eyes, fingers lacing so their rings clink softly against each other, that the sun peaks out to say hello once more.

[fmasecretsanta]

weehoo it's time for secret santa 2023!!

wanna make a little secret gift for the holiday season? really enjoy fma? then this is the event for u! any and all types of gifts will be accepted (yes, this includes the 10k essay we know u wanna write about how loki was unfairly treated by the narrative)

sign ups? HERE

faq? HERE

hotel? TRIVAGO

[austin-friars]

'poem about bishop getting railed' OH MY GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH. YOUR WORDS. YOUR WORDS. I love religious guilt and religion-influenced poems so much....PSOJDGPDOSJGHXSD thank you so much for answering my prompt❤️ You fed me enough for 100 years, but let's see:...'Deicide' maybe?

Thank you so much <3. Yes, I have such a thing for catholic religious imagery/religious figures in my works. Especially dripping an extra level of queerness and erotica; that adds to the guilt and confusion, but eventually an interesting type of love. it's why im really into catholic priests/protestants during like...the reformation or whatever or even before with the lollards. drama ensues. And you are so welcome, thank you for sending it. That said, I hope you don't mind if I make this one a prose - it's actually taken from one of my works! This is a little nsfw. But not too much.

Decide - come to a resolution in the mind as a result of consideration.

Hope you enjoyed! And I am always open to make more poetry based off of a one word prompt <3.

[willowser]

this is completely based on a customer interaction i witnessed today but—

i'm imagining single dad!touya just trying to do some goddamn grocery shopping for his little hooligans, and his daughter won't stop picking on her little brother, and touya has to keep calling them back over to the cart because she's chasing him around the store.

and his wild child little girl almost runs into someone, but she just barely stops herself and grabs her brother by the back of his shirt, so he won't run into anyone either. and she grins, showing off her big smile and her missing front tooth.

"'scuse me!" she says, all outside-voice because she couldn't be quiet if she tried. "sorry!"

and the older woman in the aisle just smiles back at her and laughs a little, telling her, "well, aren't you so polite?"

then the little girl is yanking her brother back to the cart, calling out, "d'you hear that, dad? i'm polite!"

"yeah, yeah," touya mutters, frowning at her as she tries to climb in and sit down amongst the groceries. "know what that means? means i'm doing a kickass job as a father."

and both his little hellions say, "yeah, dad, you're kickass!"

[im-getting-help]

Okay but, imagine. Oliver and Felix.

They had the 💫maze moment💫 but after Felix says the magic words (you make my fcking blood run cold) Oliver freezes. He thought Felix was mad at him but he realizes he hurt him. Oliver never thought for a second that Felix would care enough to actually be hurt by him. He not only hurt him but he is scaring him. And so, he lets go, he mutters an "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Felix" and he's gone.

Felix is UPSET, cause after all that he can't keep denying that he's in <something> with Ollie (was? is?). And he's mad cause Ollie is right. He wouldn'v care at all about him if he hadn't been interesting enough from the beginning. How did Ollie knew him that well? How did he know what lies to tell to keep him intrested? (Doesn't this just proves how much of a good friend I actually am? How well I actually know you?)

He needs space, he needs to simmer whatever all of this is. But not tonight.

So he gets out of the maze and drinks and smokes and fucks whoever and then Duncan is waking him up, giving him some tylenol or something and taking him to his room.

When he actually wakes up is late in the afternoon, he moves instinctively to the dining room, still dizzy. When he gets there all eyes are on him. What happened? It's not the first time he passed tf out after a party. Elspeth seems upset.

After he ate and is a little bit less dead Duncan informs him that Oliver is gone. He took all his belongings and left at some point during the night or morning who knows. No one saw him leave.

Felix gets up and goes back to his room, through the bathroom and... empty bedroom. No signs of Oliver. The room was clearly recently cleaned. He opens the closet, nothing. Back to the bathroom, empty too.

Fuck.

Duncan tells him that the only thing he left behind was the costume and the black suit Felix lend him. Oh, and a blue button up that was still in the laundry room.

The rest of summer Felix tries to get a hold of Oliver but is impossible. He texts, calls and leaves voicemails, nothing. He finds the phone number of Oliver's house but when he calls Oliver's dad tells him that he's not home, he's probably back at Oxford. Felix packs and leaves Saltburn early. Back at Oxford he goes straight to Oliver's dorm, he knocks but nothing, he stats pounding the door "c'mon Ollie, I just want to talk!" he tries the knob, the door opens, the room is empty.

He learns quickly that Oliver moved. He didn't just moved rooms, nope, he moved colleges. He's gone.

That night Felix cries holding Ollie's shirt :)