#brain go brrrrrr with question

[sayuri-of-the-valley]

I'm having an italicized Oh moment here. This post just recontextualized the whole post-bandstand discussion and bookshop fire for me.

Crowley already knew Aziraphale was gonna stumble on the Metatron in the chain of command. But he couldn't talk about it with him bc that would mean having a real talk about the Fall with Aziraphale, and he can't do that, not even in a desperate situation. We've seen it many times, he just can't.

And then the bookshop fire happens. And Aziraphale is gone. Because he didn't warn him.

Crowley was blaming himself there. Not just bc he didn't pick up that phone call. THAT'S WHY HE WAS MUMBLING ABOUT HIS FALL AT THE BAR. He was like "what could I have done differently" not just about his Fall, but maybe about how could he have disclosed it to Aziraphale.

ya know Crowleys line "just to be able to ask" in the Job scene makes me think he never got to ask God anything

it makes me think he got to The Metatron, who then was like, "so there's this falling thing that's really en vogue rn,so we're gonna do that"

THAT'S why crowley Knows in S1 Aziraphale won't be able to talk to The Almighty. Bc Aziraphale won't even get that far.

Cause think about it, based on what we know, if Crowley fell for directly asking God questions or giving suggestions, and if they really thought Aziraphale would get through to God herself, he'd be way more worried about Aziraphale making suggestions to the Almighty

But honestly? Crowley doesnt seem that worried about Aziraphale calling God, just really anxious that it wont work and Aziraphale wont be With Crowley when the world ends and theyll get separated. They know Aziraphale will get through to the Metatron bc God Doesn't Take Questions.

And I think, as anaylzed by ppl better than me, again with the fire, Crowley can't tell if it was Heaven or Hell. Because he Knows 2 things at that point 1) aziraphale tried to ask God a question and 2) Hastur has actively threatened Aziraphale.

And that's the whole you bastards, all of you. Bc it could've been Hastur, but it could've been Metatron.

[sharkbitten-sailor]

hii! can you do forsaken x red panda user? (red pandas are my favorite animal lol)

it's okay if you can't! have a nice a day :3

[forsaken] dusekkar & taph x red panda!reader headcanons .ᐟ

a/n; ooh red panda? i think they're absolutely adorable. this is such a sweet request to work on, thanks anon <3

genaral hcs - small but fast, compared to other survivors, you’re definitely on the shorter side, but that just means you’ve got speed on your side! - your signature features? a big, cozy tail, small curved ears, and sharp claws. well, retractable claws, of course. handy for climbing, fighting, or just making a statement! - sleep schedule? completely unpredictable, causing nighttime chaos before crashing like a rock in the morning. (limbo time, as always) - climbing is second nature. whether it’s scaling trees, escaping danger, or using high surfaces for jukes (like in pirate bay), your claws are perfect for maneuvering. though half of the time it nerfed you... - blankets and pillows in short supply? no issue at all, your tail provides all the warmth and comfort you need. - everything you find precious or intriguing? marked. claw marks, scent traces,... you leave a little piece of yourself behind wherever you go, making sure everyone knows what’s yours.

dusekkar - finds you fascinating and feels bad that a creature like you got thrown into this game at the same time. thanks to it. - since i hc they have a soft spot for animals, he sometimes seeks you out in the cabin, not always to talk, sometimes just to sit in quiet company. - they really enjoy your presence, even when conversation isn't their cup of tea. your rambles, though? he likes them, actually. silly, nonsensical, fleeting thoughts, yet enough to ease the weight of hard times. - he asked, as polite as can be, if he could pat your head. you stared, blinked once, tilted your head just a fraction. - "…your ways are strange, yet not unkind. does touch hold meaning to your mind?" - half of the time you don't know what he really meant. through time spent with him, you start to catch their meaning,,, well kind of. you still need some time to piece it all together,,, - during rounds, he's extra careful with you, like a father tending to a child that strayed too close to the edge. always watching, always guiding. - even when he knows you've got this, he swears he's on the verge of a heart attack every time you say you're going to distract the killer. alone. - he's not particularly fond of your sleep schedule. wait... does it even exist? - because like, imagine him dragging himself out in the dead of night just to haul you back to the cabin or resorting to his staff to knock some sense into you. pain. - and the morning after,,, brace yourself. not only do you have to sit through his lecture, but also his endless rhymes. - ...you brought this upon yourself… no complaints. - he lets you in his room when he's not busy, and, without fail, you manage to mess up at least one thing every time/pos - surprisingly, though, he finds it quite amusing… even endearing.

taph - wait? what did you say? what- RED PANDA?? - straight-up obsessed/pos. wings twitchy. brain going brrrrrr. - at first, he just sits with you. silent. vibing. either absorbing your rants with the world's most serious thumbs-up, or just enjoying the quiet. not like you’d understand the rest of his signing anyway,,,, - he did try to teach you them once. it lasted three minutes before you got your mind wandering somewhere else. he hasn't tried since. just exaggerated gestures and drawings now. - he’s definitely thought about petting your fur. so soft. but every time, his hand just hovers,,, before he panics and pretends he wasn’t doing anything. - his wings? twitchy mess. every time you show up, they’re flapping like they’re trying to send morse code for 'what is this feeling'. with question marks,, - he tilts his head at you so often it’s like a reflex now. you say 'hi'? tilt. you drop a trinket? tilt. you exist? full head rotation like a confused raven he is. - 'best friends' happened casually. after committing mutual idiocy and surviving several questionable decisions. it just,, made sense(?) 'match my freak' kind of thing,, - you’re starting to understand his signs. 'thanks,' 'good job,' and the ever-popular 'SEND HELP IM DYIN-' - now he’s allowed to pat your fur. acts chill about it but he's melting inside when you purr and lean into his touches. - regularly uses your tail as a mattress. says nothing. just flops. it’s a routine at this point. - you once caught him trying to rate your purrs in a notebook. one page literally said '8.9/10 - warm, fuzzy, accidental snort at the end = bonus points.'/ref - drops his feathers on your nap spots. always at least one tucked neatly in your fluff. - if you misplace it? cue dramatic sulking. offer a hug? back to joy mode. - spectates when you’re distracting the killer like it’s reality tv. wings folded. mildly entertained. - once the rounds are done, you find silly and nice drawings tucked somewhere in your room. sometimes they're pinned to the wall, other times hidden under your pillow. - he once wrote 'red panda supremacy' on a wall with chalk. no explanation. refuses to admit it was him, even though you literally saw him do it. - he enjoys blowing up the killers' faces, yes, but if you're there? suddenly it’s all shits and giggles. he sets off a flashbang and turns to see you clapping like a seal. perfect day. - bonus points when he's setting traps and you’re just,.. sitting there. wide-eyed. watching like a suspiciously silent owl. sometimes you’re acting as lookout. - you’ve also definitely body-blocked a killer mid-trap setup once. you hissed. he waved. killer backed off. successful teamwork.

a/n; had a vc with my friends while playing forsaken and it was so fawking funny i can’t even type like a proper human anymore🥲🥲 also lost my voice from laughing too hard/nf btw the last part where raven boy’s setting a trap and reader body-blocks for him that was me and my friend using guest ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

[skylinx2o]

I got reincarnated as The White Dragon Horse??? REAL NOT CLICKBAIT

Story 0: Wierd Dragon Baby

I don't know what hit me, but it felt like I got hit by a truck. Maybe I just had a really hardcore nap? My mind felt foggy, and eyes heavy. I try to groan, but the sound is a bit funny, huh... Wait, what are those voices? I do not recognize them, what the- WHO BROKE INTO MY HOUSE???

-Why is this child purple?

-Are they suffocating???

-I think it's just their skin....

I force my eyes open, and get instant whiplash. Where am I, why is everything and everyone so big, and why it looks like some rich ahh castle- Wait... Oh CRAP, I'M A BABY-

I can't help but have the typical wide-eyed baby stare. And people around me seem just as surprised with me as I am with the whole situation.

-Everyone stay calm, you're going to freak out the baby. - A man, looking like a royal, spoke, walking up to where I could only stay still and watch with my baby body. - Our family is refined, I will not have the whole court go up in panic. There must be an explanation. And I doubt it's anything connected to unfaithfulness, so don't think about spreading unproven word around!

I try to take a better look at him, and yeah. He's definitely a big deal, and- Wait, this seems familiar. He looks like... No way. There are subtle scales on his face. Am I- DID I JUST GET ISEKAIED INTO JOURNEY TO THE WEST?!? IT must be that, or something similar. The architecture? Their clothes? I mean, I hope it's one of the versions of that, at least I'd know what's going on. This must be a dream... I let out a small baby sound of surprise as I'm suddenly picked up, now looking face to face with the man.

-You may not look like me or my wife, but from how you're looking at me, I have no doubt you belong here. Welcome to the noble dragon family, I am your father.

OH GODS, I HAVE A DRAGON PAPA NOW. Okay, I might have died, somehow, and got isekaied, but it seems like I won the lottery here. But seems like everyone is right. I am indeed... purple. Okay, that is too much for my baby brain-

-Perhaps your unusual appearance comes from one of our family distant genes, or there's magic at play, or who knows, maybe it's the god's of the universe will. But you... you are a special gem. You shall bring great pride to our family!

Wow, way to pressure a baby dragon papa, thanks. I think I need to nap on this whole situation...

-But does it really have to be purple? - A woman speaks softly, seeming slightly annoyed. Gee, thanks, let me just change my skin... Oh- I make another surprised sound as I'm passed over to the woman. Maybe a warning next time Papa? I glance at the woman as she continues speaking. - Purple is not our colours. And I hoped our baby looked at us! Kinda looks like Ao Guang, ugh...

-Don't fall into despair dear, no one will dare to question us. And if they do, I'll deal with them swiftly... Besides, on the bright side dear, our little one has green scales, and a green part of the eyes. I know you wouldn't commit to such a thing with other than me. We should still rejoice and give a proper name to the hatchling.

-...You're right. We aren't common creatures, something like this is bound to happen. Let's name this one... Ao Lie.

WAIT WHAT. MAMA, I'M THE DRAGON HORSE??? Oh great heavens-

-So it shall be. Our son, our pride. He'll surely achieve great things and will live up to our name.

You know what? I'm a baby, I am not dealing with the implications of this right now...

Well... That's one way to start my new reincarnated as a dragon prince life....

(Idk if it's funny or cringe, or even if it's coherent, but I just got really silly so here we are, it's 11PM here lol- Self insert go brrrrrr)

[didsomebodysaychaos]

Oh mood; I don't know what Butcher puts in there, but this is what I affectionately refer to as my main crazy-wall for the series (and the crossover fic I'm working on for it):

I've been adding bits to this and other related charts, graphs, maps, and timelines for about two years now; at this point, I know full well I have a bit of a Problem™ and my laptop hates every moment it has to display the Behemoth, let alone edit it lmao (the majority of the text isn't visible because, to make it all fit, I had to zoom out way past the normal text display threshold) (also, if anyone's curious, the program is Obsidian; it's free and I absolutely adore it)

Me when reading The Dresden Files

[flurrys-creativity]

A stitch in time...

Pairing: Ateez (OT8) x GN!Reader; Genre: angst, horror, thriller, murder au, hinted supernatural au, mentioned detective au; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: ghost hunting, abandoned place, trespassing, hints of being haunted, blood, puddles of blood, talks about blood, hinted murder, mentions of a serial killer/mass murderer, hinted demon possession, slight description of a rotting body, descriptions of dead bodies, OBVIOUSLY major character deaths, NO happy ending, open end... let me know if I missed something; Wordcount: 5.783

Event: @pirateeznet 2nd anniversary event; Prompt: Horror

moodboard/prompt credit: @daemour

Summary: Hunting for a ghost at an abandoned convent turned way more gruesome than any of you could have anticipated.

A/N: I feel like I suck at horror... and I feel like this isn't even closely enough horrific... well... have fun anyway. FUN FACT THOUGH! The title "A stitch in time..." is based on the proverb "a stitch in time saves nine" so I included some hints based on that proverd as well as the meaning of the number 9... the research was definitely a lot of fun and made my brain go brrrrrr...

“Why is it we’re going in the middle of the night again?”

You opened one eye, an amused smirk playing over your features upon hearing San’s question. 

The car shook gently as Yunho drove your group along a winding, uneven path towards an abandoned convent. Seonghwa guided him through the dark of the night with a map on his lap, ignoring San’s anxious demeanour completely.

Hongjoong, who sat next to Seonghwa on the double passenger seat, rolled his eyes. “You know the reason”, he grunted dismissively and made himself more comfortable in his seat again.

“I know”, San whined, leaning forward to grab Hongjoong’s shoulders, “but why?”

Wooyoung leaned over your form to pry San’s hands from their leader. “Oh, come here, my sweet little scaredy-cat.”

You opened both eyes now, watching them be all touchy and cuddly right on your lap with an unreadable expression. 

Jongho made the sound of throwing up, pretending to be heavily disgusted by their display of affection.

“The real question is, why didn’t you two want to sit next to each other? Now you’re torturing Y/N instead with your antics.” Yeosang snickered from behind, thankful he wasn’t the victim caught in the middle for once.

The two men on your lap turned their heads, looking at your face. While San had an almost apologetic and pleading expression, Wooyoung just grinned up at you cheekily. “Oh, you know Y/N secretly likes that.”

You scoffed at that, pushing his head playfully away from yourself. “You wish.”

“Oh, yes! You have no idea how much I wish for you to join.” 

“If they’re asking you to follow them, they want a threesome with you. Just a heads up.” Mingi commented, laughing at how Jongho immediately made the throwing up sounds again.

“Mingi!” San cried out, sitting back up and turning around to look at the man behind him. “You can’t just say that!”

“Worried you’re too scared to get it up?”

This time you rolled your eyes and slid down in your seat, wishing to be excluded from the fight. You closed your eyes again, drowning out their bickering voices and focusing on the reason you were there to begin with.

“We’re here!” Seonghwa’s voice cut through the discussion, directing a stern look at all the passengers around you. “Remember to be discreet. We do not want any authorities to bust our mission.”

“Yes, mom!” All of them called in unison before spilling out of the parked car. 

You chuckled softly, seeing Seonghwa’s pained smile. He truly did behave like the mom of the group. “They’re a lot, aren’t they?” You patted his shoulder and got out of the car yourself.

Yunho had opened the tailgate of the car, revealing several backpacks and equipment for the paranormal investigation they had planned.

“So this convent was abandoned ninety years ago after a massacre where eight nuns and a priest got murdered”, Hongjoong recited the information he had gathered over the past few weeks, “the other residents were so traumatised by this event that they couldn’t stand it staying near this place.”

Yeosang laughed nervously. “Nine people died back then.” He glanced around at his team. “And we’re nine people as well.”

The second Yeosang finished his observation, San started whining loudly, pouting and refusing to go anywhere near the convent now. 

Jongho smack Yeosang’s back. “Better watch out then.”

You rolled your eyes again and grabbed your backpack, hoisting it up on one shoulder. “They’re joking”, you muttered towards San as you thrusted his backpack into his flailing arms.

Wooyoung wrapped himself around the broad shoulders of San. “I’ll protect you, my sweet little scaredy-cat.” He laughed squeakily and jumped up and down, pulling San towards the building in the process.

“So much for being discreet”, Seonghwa sighed deeply. He turned on his flashlight, letting the circle of light wander over the surrounding area.

“It’s going to be alright.” Mingi patted his shoulder. “We’re far away from any town or village. Who’s going to notice we’re trespassing, huh?”

“With that blabbermouth even the capital miles away will hear us do that”, Jongho grunted, switching his flashlight on as well and heading straight for the building.

The rest followed him in various states of enthusiasm. Yunho was the last one to follow, closing the tailgate and locking the car before he tagged along.

All of you stopped at the gates to the convent, an unspoken tension weighing down on everyone.

You looked around, ignoring the roaming circles of light from the others. The surrounding woods seemed rather dense at night, the light of the flashlights barely reaching further than the second line of trees.

The old convent walls were overgrown with vines, some of them even stretching over gaping holes as the stone had caved in over time. Random things laid on the ground, grass half growing over them. Statues of angels had fallen over, their stone pieces scattered all over the place.

“Inviting”, you mumbled under your breath, pushing past the hesitating men and entering the convent grounds.

The path used to be there was barely visible - even less during the dark of the night. You stepped over some broken statue pieces, making a grimace at the crunching sound underneath your feet. You heard the others following you, their lights wandering around the area in curiosity.

“I think we should find the room where it all happened and set up some of our equipment there”, Yunho suggested, passing you with his long legs. Mingi followed close behind, already holding the EMF metre in his large hand.

When you glanced behind you, you noticed how the others also held their specialised equipment in their hands: a night vision camera, thermometers, an old radio to catch static sounds or even voices as well as a thermographic camera. 

All that in hopes of witnessing the presence of one ghost.

Before you even entered the building the first small groups had built and split up. Wooyoung, San and Yeosang stayed outside, checking the grounds for any activity. Jongho quickly ventured into the left wing of the building on his own, while Seonghwa and Hongjoong went further into the back. 

You hurriedly caught up with Mingi and Yunho, both of them walking up the stairs to the next level. 

The steps cracked underneath your weight, making you wince from the seemingly loud sound. The stench of mould and wet furniture invaded your nose. 

“Can you imagine all of this once bustled with life?”

“How lively can it be with a bunch of nuns living here?” You retorted to Yunho’s question, barely able to hide the grin on your face. 

He snorted and slowed down his pace, staying next to you and bumping your shoulder playfully. “Don’t you have to be a little more respectful on these grounds? Aren’t they holy or something?”

“Even after all this time?” Mingi joined you on your other side, looking at you two with wide eyes.

“Definitely not!” You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Maybe the church on the east side was a holy ground but definitely not anymore.”

“Why not?”

Yunho grinned at you, heavily amused by the fact Mingi now started asking you all kinds of questions.

“To make something holy you have to cleanse it. It’s basically like showering. If you don’t shower after a while you start to stink. So do grounds that don’t get cleansed regularly. They don’t stay holy.”

Mingi made a sound of understanding, nodding his head ever so slowly while his eyes roamed around the long hallway.

You glanced at Yunho, who simply winked at you. He didn’t say anything else, instead turning around a corner and leaving you alone with Mingi.

For a while you two only walked side by side further along the corridor. Your steps and the constant peeping of the EMF the only sound bouncing from the walls. 

A cold shiver ran through your whole body. You stopped in your movements. You furrowed your brows. 

Mingi stopped a few steps further down the hallway. “What’s wrong?”

“Didn’t you feel that?” You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face. “What about the EMF? Quick! Come back here! Does it pick something up?” You ushered Mingi back to your spot, grabbing his wrist and pulling the EMF right in front of your chest.

“Nothing.”

You moved Mingi’s arm around the area, hoping to catch some sort of activity. “What?” You growled in annoyance. Did you just imagine the cold? Is your mind playing tricks on you? What just happened?

“What’s wrong?” Mingi repeated his question, growing nervous from your frantic movements. “What was I supposed to feel?” 

Your heart rate increased rapidly. Your breathing turned shallow. Your eyes darted around aimlessly and unfocused. “Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?”

You blinked several times, softly shaking your head. You looked back up at Mingi. Fear evident in both of your gazes. “I don’t know.”

Before your mind caught up to your body, you already hurried back down the corridor. Something pulled you back downstairs. While you had no idea what it was, you just knew you had to be there as fast as possible.

The light of your flashlight flickered as you turned around a corner, momentarily leaving you in the dark. You rushed deeper into the building, barely avoiding broken doors and walls. 

When you turned around yet another corner, you suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. 

“Fuck.” You hissed as you pushed yourself up again. The flashlight had rolled several feets away from you, going on and off repeatedly. You raised one hand to your forehead, groaning from the dull throbbing. 

You stopped in your movements. The scent of something metallic forcing its way into your nose. At the same time the feeling of something warm and sticky on your hands made itself known. As you sat there in the dark another cold shiver ran down your back. You raised your trembling hands in front of your body, eyes trained on them. Only after the flashlight turned on once again, did you see it.

Something red coloured your hands. It dripped down to the puddle on the ground, somewhat connecting your hands to it.

Your ears started ringing. A cold sweat spread all over your skin. Your eyes unfocused. 

“Y/N!” You felt several hands pulling at your shoulders and arms. They shook you anxiously until you finally snapped out of your stupor.

“What happened?”

“Y/N?”

“Are you alright?”

“We heard you scream!”

You turned your head almost mechanically to look at them. Your eyes wandered over the seven faces staring at you. “Where’s Hongjoong?”

The men turned their heads, looking at each other and around, before shrugging with their shoulders.

“Wasn’t he with you, Seonghwa?”

“Only in the beginning!”

You looked back at your hands, trying desperately to stop the tremble inside of them. 

Wooyoung grabbed your shoulder, pulling your focus back to them. “What happened, Y/N? We heard you scre-”. His voice got stuck in his throat when he finally noticed your hands. “What the fuck?”

The others turned their gazes to your hands as well. They gasped or cursed in shock.

“Is that blood?”

“Did you get hurt?”

“Why did you ask for Hongjoong?”

Yunho walked around the room, moving his circle of light all over the place. “Hongjoong?” His voice boomed through the room, even echoing from the hallway outside. “Hongjoong? Where are you?”

No answer.

“Y/N? Please”, Seonghwa begged quietly, crouching down next to you. “Tell us what happened?”

“Let’s get Y/N out of this room first”, Jongho interjected. He forcefully helped you up, keeping his hand on your upper arm and pulling you outside.

Once outside Jongho sat you down on one of the many fallen statues. He stepped back again, leaving you some space.

The others gathered around you, nervous glances being exchanged and wandering around. Hongjoong still hasn’t appeared.

Seonghwa was the first to move again, walking up to you and kneeling in front of your form. He pulled some tissues out of his pockets, as well as a bottle of water. Without a word he reached for your hands and quietly started cleaning them.

“Do you think Hongjoong got lost somewhere?” Yeosang whispered, glancing at the others with uncertainty.

“No.”

All heads snapped to you, surprised to hear your hoarse voice. “You seem to know something we don’t.”

You nodded ever so slowly. “There’s a reason I joined your mission.” You pulled a badge out of your pocket and held it up for them to see it. “I’m a detective and I’m working on a case of a serial killer. I followed some new leads, which brought me to you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Yunho interrupted you with furrowed brows. His expression appeared cold and distant, as if he tried to control his own anger.

“Hongjoong was murdered.”

They gasped in shock, eyes widening almost comically. Some of them protested weakly, not wanting to believe one of their friends is dead. “He could just be hurt somewhere!”

“There was too much blood on the floor.” You shook your head and bit down on your lower lip. “He’s definitely dead already.”

“Shouldn’t we get out of here then? If there’s a serial killer roaming around that building somewhere?” Wooyoung questioned.

“We can’t just leave Hongjoong here!”

“HE’S DEAD ALREADY! Are you willing to risk your own life for a corpse?” 

“HE’S OUR FRIEND!”

You watched them yell at each other. Silently, you noted down within your mind every little detail you caught on. After all, your intel showed you it must be one of them. “We won’t be able to leave.”

“What?” Their arguing stopped instantly as they turned back to you. As you didn’t say anything else, a nervous tension filled the air.

“You think it’s one of us”, Jongho stated bluntly, followed by more gasps of shock.

You saw how they turned to look at you, hoping Jongho only made a cruel joke. Though seeing your serious expression their hope vanished. “What are we supposed to do now?”

“I need to go back to the crime scene. I hope to find some sort of clue who might have done it.” You pushed yourself up, quietly thanking Seonghwa for his help cleaning you up. 

“What about us?”

“You can’t go alone!”

San jumped forward and wrapped his arms around one of yours, clinging himself to your side. “I don’t wanna die here”, he whispered into your ear, looking at you pleadingly.

Seonghwa stepped next to you as well. “If it’s one of us, I agree that you can’t go alone.”

“We can’t all go”, you sighed in exasperation. “I fear we already destroyed important evidence the first time we were there.” You massaged your temples, feeling like your head was about to explode. “I also need to find his body.”

“Then let's make two groups”, Mingi suggested, “one will search for Hongjoong and the other will check the room again.”

You nodded. “Let’s do that.”

After some discussion Yeosang joined the two men, who already made it to your side, and the other four men formed the second group.

You hoped this way everyone stayed somewhat safe for now - or at least until you discovered some sort of clue to save the innocent.

“I, uh, I’ll stay outside of the room”, San whispered as he stopped in front of the broken door, staring with unfocused eyes into the dark void. He didn’t react to Seonghwa’s sweet words, asking him to come inside, nor did he react to Yeosang’s soft pulling.

“Stay in the doorway and look outside. That way you’re not out of sight.” You barely waited for his short nod before you walked into the room. You had grabbed San’s flashlight, since your own lied broken on the ground. 

You immediately started your search, checking every corner of the room. You somewhat ignored the others, too focused on your own mission. There had to be something. You had to find something, anything.

San stayed at the doorway like you told him, but your constant muttering as well as the stench of blood and mold drained the colour from his face. “I don’t think I can…” He didn’t finish his words, doubling over and vomiting on the ground. 

“He needs to get out of here!” You ordered and pointed aimlessly at Yeosang and Seonghwa, hoping either of them would help him out. 

Yeosang immediately jumped to his friend, waiting until he only gasped for air to pull him outside. 

Seonghwa on the other hand already pulled out several more tissues and handed them to San. He crouched down as well, wiping along the doorframe for a second, before he followed Yeosang and San outside.

You stayed behind, pondering over the events that happened here. You definitely wanted to talk to Seonghwa, questioning him about his actions. As far as you knew he was also the last one to be with Hongjoong, making him the main suspect in this case.

Too absorbed in your own thoughts you didn’t notice someone approaching you.

Out of the corner of your eye and at the edge of your light you saw something bloodied. Again.

A scream got stuck in your throat.

You turned around. Ready to defend yourself.

When Mingi raised his hands in an innocent manner. “Hey, there.”

You cursed under your breath, laughing awkwardly when the initial shock subsided. “My heart nearly stopped, Mingi! You can’t scare me like that!” You walked over to him, pulling him into a hug from the relief you felt.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” He wrapped himself around you. “I just lost the others and knew you should be here.”

You furrowed your brows in surprise and confusion. “How did you lose the others? You should have stayed together.”

“You’re on your own as well!”

You rolled your eyes with a soft chuckle. “San wasn’t able to stay near the crime scene so the others brought him outside.” You turned your head and looked over the room again. “Maybe we should follow them”, you mumbled and pursed your lips. You had to question Seonghwa, there was no way around it.

Mingi guided you outside again, where you found a retching San and Yeosang helplessly standing next to him. 

“Where’s Seonghwa?”

Yeosang pointed towards the building and you followed his finger with your gaze. 

With a sigh you rolled your shoulders, ready to confront him, when Yunho, Jongho and Wooyoung came running from the direction you wanted to go.

Wooyoung stopped in his tracks, the colour from his features draining as he stared at you with wide eyes. 

The other two kept rushing towards you, a crazed look in their eyes. “Weren’t you all supposed to stay with Seonghwa?” Yunho pointed accusingly at you and then at Yeosang and San.

“He went back in! How was I supposed to stay with Seonghwa with a retching San right over here?” Yeosang protested loudly, his hand vaguely waving over the bend over San.

“Mingi was with me”, you answered, furrowing your brows in suspicion. “Why are you even asking?”

“Because we just found his body”, Jongho interjected.

Your expression dropped, hands falling to your sides. “No”, you whispered, exhaling shakily. “This can’t be.” You ran past them, ignoring their calls and hurrying inside. You stopped at every little room, peeking inside in hopes to find Seonghwa.

“Hwa!” Your voice carried a sense of desperation as your search continued without any sign of him. “Seonghwa! Answer me!”

“He can’t.” 

You whirled around at Yeosang’s voice. Your eyes jumped between his own, trying to understand what was going on. “This can’t be true.”

“What are you doing here?” Yunho interrupted you two, staring at you with a pointed look. “Why are you over there? We found him in that room.” He pointed at a room that you had passed already.

You scoffed and crossed your arms in front of your chest. “I already checked that room. Seonghwa wasn’t in there.”

“What are you talking about?” You heard the hint of annoyance in his voice before he stormed off into that room. 

Without hesitation you rushed over to him, following him into the room as well. You ignored Yeosang who still stood there, silently watching you. “See, I told you-”

“Where did you take him?” Yunho’s voice boomed through the room. His anger finally took over and he turned around, glaring at you menacingly.

You startled from his sudden outburst, stumbling backwards and blinking several times. 

Mingi showed up behind you, followed by the others. All of them got drawn into the room by his loud voice, worried gazes switching between him and you.

“I’m asking you again. WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM?”

You stuttered something incomprehensible, unable to form a coherent sentence or argument. You didn’t even know what to say to calm him down either. 

“How would they be able to drag a whole body around without any of us noticing? Y/N wasn’t even alone at all.” Mingi placed his hands on your shoulder, backing you up not just with his words but with his gesture as well.

“Then who did it?” Yunho stalked through the room, grabbing drawers, tables and chairs and throwing them around as if he’d find Seonghwa somewhere behind them. 

You watched him silently, thoughts already racing inside your head. You had suspected Seonghwa to be the murderer but apparently you had been way off with him now gone too. Your eyes wandered to the other guys, wondering who the culprit might be instead.

Something wasn’t adding up.

You just couldn’t figure out what.

“I’m out of here”, San muttered, still pale and weak on his legs. He didn’t wait for any response, wobbling out of the room already.

“He shouldn’t go alone.”

You watched how Yeosang followed him until he was out of your sight. In the meantime Jongho tried calming Yunho down again, promising to find both missing members with him. They left the room as well, leaving Mingi at your side and Wooyoung close to the entrance, staring at you blankly.

“What are we going to do now?”

You silently shook your head, unsure what was the best course of action. You turned your head to look at Mingi. As of now he seemed to be the only one who couldn’t have done either of the murders.

“I think we shouldn’t be splitting up again”, he mumbled and gently pushed you towards the entrance.

Wooyoung stayed where he was, his head turning almost mechanically as you passed. 

“Aren’t you coming?” You called over your shoulder. A cold shiver ran down your spine again. Something definitely was off here.

Even with Mingi’s suggestion of staying together, it appeared harder than all of you anticipated. Somehow there seemed to be always a kind of situation that pulled your group apart.

And one by one your group got smaller and smaller.

After Hongjoong and Seonghwa, Yeosang was the next to vanish.

Except for another large puddle of blood his body was nowhere to be found.

Then Jongho disappeared. 

He heard a noise and followed it. Never came back.

San currently sat down, pressed against a wall. He slightly rocked his upper body back and forth, mumbling quietly and erratically to himself. 

You tried calming him down, crouching down in front of his form. Though your words didn’t reach him at all. 

A movement at the corner of your eye caught your attention, letting you glance towards it for a second. Only when your gaze moved back to San, did your brain register what you saw.

Mingi. 

At least a version of Mingi.

Pitch black eyes. Hollow cheeks and blood streaks running down from his eye sockets. Chapped lips and an even paler complexion than San who felt sick.

The air got stuck in your throat, fear gripping at your very core. Your eyes shakily moved back, followed by your whole head.

You exhaled in disbelief, pitifully laughing at yourself and your mad imagination. “It’s you”, you chuckled and shook your head, “again.”

Except for some dishevelled clothing and hair Mingi looked just the same.

You stood up and brushed over your clothes, sending one last pitiful glance at San. “I think I’ll go look for Yunho. He’s been raging around like crazy with everything that’s going on.”

As you started to walk away, Mingi silently followed you, continuously staying one step behind you. He only left your side when you asked him to check a room here and there.

To your surprise though Yunho was nowhere to be found. At the same time you noticed something else.

It felt eerily quiet.

“Let’s head back to San”, you called out and started running towards the outside.

Your breathing came out ragged when you finally reached the spot where you had left him. 

Only to find an empty spot.

You cursed under your breath, running your fingers through your hair. “This can’t be happening.” You paced around and started chewing on your nail.

By now you had searched every room of the convent and even the outside grounds without having found any trace of the others. 

Except for puddles of blood.

You stopped your pacing, your head turning towards the church at the east side of the grounds. 

The only place you hadn’t checked yet.

Your first steps were hesitant, more like a stumble before you broke out into another sprint. 

When you reached the double doors to the church, two voices called out your name. You turned around with wide eyes, seeing both Wooyoung and Mingi running towards you.

“You shouldn’t go in there alone”, Mingi panted once he reached you.

“You shouldn’t be here in the first place”, Wooyoung hissed.

You blinked several times, trying to comprehend what was happening. With furrowed brows and your eyes switching between them two you still reached for the door, intent on opening it. 

It’s then that you noticed Wooyoung wasn’t even looking at you. His glare was directed towards Mingi.

“What’s going-”

“How many times do I have to kill you?”

Your jaw dropped open and your eyes widened when you heard Wooyoung’s question.

“WHY! Why can’t you stay dead?”

You stepped back, your weight pushing the door to the church open. You stumbled backwards, barely catching yourself.

Mingi called out to you but got rooted in his place when you reached for your weapon and raised it towards them. You moved it between the two men, desperately trying to make sense of this whole situation.

“What do you mean by killing him over and over again?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your eyes flicked towards Wooyoung and then back to Mingi. 

“So”, you inhaled deeply, “you killed all the others?”

“No!” Wooyoung raised both his hands, a desperate attempt to show his innocence. “I swear it wasn’t me!”

Your attention turned to Mingi who stared ahead of you with a face void of any emotion. When you glanced back at Wooyoung, you noticed how his eyes widened in shock as they focused on something behind you.

Ever so slowly you turned around. You swallowed harshly.

The inside of the church was kept in pristine condition. The walls stayed a blinding white, same with the floor. The seats were aligned in perfect rows from the front to the back and the gold applications on the altar appeared as new as ever. 

There wasn’t any sign of broken furniture nor spots of mould. The only thing inside the whole room that shouldn’t have been there were six bodies placed in a circle right in front of the altar.

You clapped your hand in front of your mouth, the scream stuck in your throat. 

More blood pooled around the bodies, connecting them to one another. Their pale skin nearly glowed against the dark red of the blood. Their hands were folded in a praying manner across their chests while their dead eyes stared at the ceiling.

You turned back around to the two remaining guys. “What kind of psycho are you to do this to your friends?” You yelled and pointed your gun back at Wooyoung. “And you tried killing Mingi too?”

“It wasn’t me!” Wooyoung cried out. “Well, at least not this.”

“How am I supposed to believe you?” You glanced towards Mingi, who stayed oddly impassive to the whole situation. You mused he was in shock.

Wooyoung stepped towards you and you quickly focused back on him. “I can’t let this slide.” His eyes widened and his expression morphed from shock to sheer panic. 

The gun shot rang loudly through the air, followed by the dull drop from Wooyoung’s body hitting the floor.

You exhaled shakily. Your eyes were unfocused. 

You only got it together when Mingi started moving again.

Mingi calmly walked over to Wooyoung’s body and picked it up, carrying it over to the circle of the others.

“What are you doing?”

“Finishing what you started.”

“What I started?” You asked incredulously. You scoffed, disbelief radiating from every cell inside your body.

“The human mind is such a flimsy thing.” Mingi laughed out, the sound empty and foreign. “Can’t even remember what you did, you poor little thing.” He placed Wooyoung down on the ground, filling one of the empty spots in the circle.

Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as one cold shiver after the other ran along your spine.

This wasn’t right. Nothing of this was right.

You raised your gun back up, pointing it at Mingi this time. Dread filled your chest at the thought of having shot someone innocent. Though he said he tried to kill Mingi - more than once. So technically Wooyoung wasn’t that innocent. At least that’s what you tried telling yourself to justify the seemingly grave mistake you made.

“Explain yourself!”

“You suspected Hongjoong at first-”

You barked out a laugh. “What are you even talking about? He died first! How should he have been a suspect?”

Mingi’s head turned towards you, a boyish grin plastered on his lips. “Remember the reason you joined this expedition? ‘Cause you thought there was a serial killer hiding among us. And you suspected Hongjoong to be it.”

You bit on your lower lip, silently waiting for him to continue speaking.

“Now with Hongjoong’s death you needed a new suspect and who else to pick but his partner for everything.” Mingi stood back up, walking around the circle of bodies only for him to stop at Seonghwa’s head. “So you confronted him and killed him, thinking all your made up clues inside your head were pointing at him. But then his body disappeared and fear gripped your heart again.”

Memories flashed inside of your mind, showing you scenes of a fight and Seonghwa’s face twisted in pain. 

“Same with all the others. Yeosang, Jongho, Yunho, San.” Mingi stopped at each one of them as he spoke before he slowly walked towards you. “For each one of them you crafted yourself some sort of reason why they were the culprits and you killing them was supposed to save the others. And nobody ever suspected you. After all, slipping on Hongjoong’s blood was a great move: being covered in it nobody suspected any blood stain on you.”

Your hands started trembling as more memories of your gruesome actions filled your mind. 

Mingi placed his hand on yours, slowly pushing them down until the gun pointed at the ground. He walked around you while his hands ran up your arms. 

You shivered when his breath caressed the shell of your ear. “There never was a serial killer in this group”, he whispered in a low tone, “not until you turned into one yourself, my little mass murderer.”

You shook your head in denial, tears spilling out and running over your cheeks. This couldn’t be true. You couldn’t have possibly done all of this. “I don’t believe you.”

Mingi chuckled into your ear, his hands gently squeezing your shoulders. “Maybe you should believe your own memories. Aren’t they coming back to you? Right, you simply don’t want to trust yourself. How could it be possible for a good person to turn bad all in the name of justice.”

You shook your head again, barely noticing how Mingi guided you closer towards the circle of bodies. 

There were still two empty spots and a part of your brain knew what that meant. “You’re going to end this here, aren’t you?”

Mingi laughed again. “On the contrary. You’ll be the one to end it all.”

You looked up at him through teary eyes, brows furrowing in confusion. “I won't kill you now that I know what happened!” 

Mingi stepped away from you, walking over to one of the empty spots. “There's no need for that. This body has been dead for a while now.” He waved his hand in front of his form as if he was pulling a curtain aside, revealing the horrific state of his body that you had thought you imagined earlier on.

You slowly shook your head from side to side in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. You simply couldn’t believe this to be true. 

You watched him sit down on the ground, crossing his long legs over one another and leaning back on his palms. He even tilted his head and grinned devilishly at you. “It’s missing only one more thing.” Mingi jerked his chin towards the second empty space of the circle.

A gasp tore its way through your throat at the indication. Yet, all you could do was shake your head mechanically. “You can’t mean that.”

“Oh, obviously I do. We both know you won’t be able to live with the guilt of having murdered eight men - eight friends.”

You desperately wished for this to be a lie, hoped to wake up from a nightmarish fever dream. Tears welled up in your eyes and your throat closed up. 

Your mind played one murder after the other inside your head, letting you relive each and everyone of it. 

Mingi layed down on the floor, laughing to himself while your inner turmoil tore you apart.

As if your body had a mind of its own, your feet carried you to the last empty spot. Your eyes wandered over the others, staring at them through a blurry vision. 

“I can’t”, you whispered, followed by a soft hiccup. You dropped to your knees as sobs tore through your throat. 

The dim light from the candles flickered around, casting shadows all over the circle. Soon the sun would rise again. Though none of the bodies inside the church would do the same.

Ever again.

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[scekrex]

Hi!! This is the same Anon who requested the Sinner! Adam x reader with one sided AdamsApple. I wanted to say that I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. You write them so well 😭 I would really love a part 2 of it if you could make one, especially seeing more of the dynamic between them after Charlie walks them both to talk with Adam + Reader. (again FULLY your choice if you even do this + feel free to take any creative liberties OFC!)

AdamsApple is such an angst ridden ship and I love every second of the dynamic, even if it’s in a one sided relationship!

Have a great rest of your day ❤️❤️

Dude I absolutely love you/p for requesting a second part bc their dynamic causes my brain to go brrrrrr so here ya go <3

Part 1

This hurts me like hell, feel like the angel who fell

pairing: one-sided adamsapple/Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & angst

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

“Lucifer,” you beamed at the blonde man who looked somewhat uncomfortable. Given Adam's reaction to your cheerful welcome Lucifer wasn't the only one though. The first man was quick to wrap his wings around your body in protection. Logically the brunette knew that you were safe, that you weren't gonna leave him but emotionally it was hard to deal with.

“You haven't been around in a while, what have you been up to?” you offered him a warm smile that Lucifer copied as well as he could. It wasn't your fault after all, he couldn't blame you for loving Adam, not when he himself was in love with the first man. It had been an unlucky accident that Adam had fallen for you instead of Lucifer - he had been locked up in his tower, suffering from yet another depressive episode while you had been there. You had been there to take care of the brunette.

The devil however tried to appear as cheerful as possible when he responded to your question, there was no good reason to bring the mood down, not when neither of you were responsible for how things had ended up. Emotions weren't controllable after all. “Oh you know,” he tried to make the grin on his lips as natural as possible - it seemingly worked out, “A little bit of this, a little bit of that, ruling hell is a full time job after all.” Adam huffed at that and Lucifer had to bite down on the inside of his cheek in order not to look down at the brunette. “Yeah right, I bet you still make those fucking pathetic rubber ducks,” the former angel sounded pissed and Lucifer partly understood why. He had never apologized to Adam for what had happened in Eden, for the drama with Adam's wives. Lucifer remained silent for a moment, you however managed to unintentionally cover the devil's back, “Don’t be a fucking asshole about it,” you hissed at the man underneath you and slapped his chest, that only made the first man tighten his hold on you and his wings were now covereing every single inch of your body. The feathers of his wings weren't bright golden anymore, they had changed to black. So it was quite dark for you once Adam's wings had also covered your face. “Yeah? So you're on the devil's side now?” Lucifer recognized the jealousy in Adam's voice immediately, he wanted to assure the other male that he had nothing to worry about as he raised his voice again, “Adam, I'm not interested in him, I-” but the brunette turned his face towards the fallen angel and interrupted him, “You’re not interested in him, huh? Just like you weren't fucking interested in Lilith once she had been given to me? How you weren't fucking interested in Eve once Lilith bored you? You're not fucking interested, you never are and yet you always fucking take what's made to be mine, so up your fucking ass, Lucifer.” Adam's voice sounded venomous, it was filled with honest hatred towards the devil and Lucifer understood. The former angel was right after all, whenever someone had been given to Adam, Lucifer had taken them from him and who was to say that it wouldn't happen again? Well Lucifer was to say because he wasn't interested in you, but Adam didn't believe him and the former leader of the exorcists had every right to do so.

“I think that's-” Charlie tried to calm the conversation down but Lucifer talked over her, “I’m sorry Adam.” The brunette rolled his eyes, clearly not believing the blonde a single word - and once again Lucifer understood.

Because back in Eden Lucifer and Adam had been close, closer than friends yet not close enough to be considered lovers. What they had was special and Lucifer would forever remember their bond. They had been kissing - Lucifer had been Adam's first. There had been no one else back then, it was before Lilith had been created. And in return Adam had shown Lucifer pleasure. The devil remembered their time in Eden so vividly, like it was a movie playing inside his mind, a movie that was set up to be a romance but fell apart and turned into war.

“Of fucking course you are,” Adam turned his head to face the ceiling instead of Lucifer. It was hard for the first man to be around the person he had once considered his best friend and yet said friend had been the one causing him to drown in so much pain. Adam had died alone because both of his ex wives had been with the fallen angel, there had been no one, just him. And now Lucifer decided to apologize? An apology wouldn't make up for the pain he had felt, his trust towards Lucifer had been broken and Adam had sworn himself to never trust him again.

You pushed Adam's wings out of the way to look at your boyfriend, his expression was cold and you immediately knew he was bottling up the sadness Lucifer's presence caused. Adam had never truly told you much about the devil, Eden or his human life in general. But you understood, it must have been hard for Adam, to be stuck in the place that he despised more than anything. Surrounded by the person that had ruined his life. You gently cupped his face and he seemed to relax at least a little.

Lucifer watched the both of you, watched carefully how Adam's tense body softened once your hands were onto his face, once your lips gently kissed his jaw. He tore his eyes away from the scene, he knew it wasn't healthy for him. It would only worsen his already unstable mental state. His heart was already being torn apart by razor sharp claws, he didn't need to sprinkle salt into the wound. He patted Charlie's shoulder gently, offered you a gentle smile as you looked at the devil apologetic. The fallen angel didn't blame you, he liked you actually. You had no fault in all of this, it had been his own very fault, he should have done better and maybe then he would be cuddling with Adam, but he hadn't done better, he had fucked up.

So now he had to live with the consequences.

[trage-deigh]

hello fellow aftg dragon age fan 🫵 who is ur fave character in the games (very important)

Hello there!!! I knew that post would eventually one of the aftg da fans to me, like a moth to a flame

That's such a hard question because I love SO many characters, but if I have to decide it has to be between Cullen (his growth is extremely important to me from Origins to Inquisition) and Alistair (adorkable blonde make brain go brrrrrr)!

[bitt3nbruised]

48 + 52 for the ask game?

48: what is the first thing that draws your attention when you meet someone new?

how authentic n easy going they are ?? if that makes sense

52: what is your favorite kink and why?

that’s another very difficult question but I’m gonna have to go with intox for now i guess or lik dom/sub …?? it would be between those two for sure

and I think intox would be one of my favourites because the thought of getting a prettyboy stoned by continuously feeding him hits from a joint while he sits in my lap , watching him grow needier and fuzzy headed …makes my brain go brrrrrr😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

and dom/sub…well that’s just because im just naturally dominant as fuck, i don’t even think it’s rlly a kink for me it’s just built in 😭 it’s how i am naturally if that even makes sense

[infinitegest]

I knew being a public school teacher would come in handy someday…

so, tell me how big you’d make me? How many babies would you pack into me? I can already imagine how amazing it’d be to go into class, obviously getting bigger and rounder. My students whispering, making bets on if it’s twins or triplets based on how big I am.

ughghhhh the question “how big would you make me” is always so hard because… i don’t always have an upper limit. hyperpreg brain go brrrrrr if i could keep putting more babies in you i would not stop

but… let’s say triplets. for now.

i’m just imagining you stepping into the classroom on the first day of the semester, shocking your new class with just how round you look. your students were expecting the same you that they saw in the halls at the end of spring semester, and instead they’re greeted by this vision of fertility, your crowded belly jutting out from your short frame… and you’re only four months along.

the people making bets on you being due sooner rather than later just keep losing money. you’re so big, there’s no way you’re just gonna keep growing, surely you’ll pop next week… surely…

[thelovelylolly]

Happy X-Mas (War is Over)

Summary: Another year over... Warnings: mentions of neglectful parents and eddie's family life, let me know if i missed any :) Notes: hurt/comfort with eddie makes my brain go brrrrrr

Eddie never really liked Christmas, or the entire holiday season. With his family, he didn't have the joyful time like other kids did with their families. His dad was either in jail, or doing something that would put him in jail. His mom was either working, sleeping, or drinking her problems away. Neither of them cared to spend time with Eddie during the holidays, let alone get him a gift or even a tree.

Uncle Wayne tried his best to make up for it. He would buy a gift for Eddie and even though it was never the newest or coolest toy, Eddie loved it. Wayne did his best to give Eddie a normal, happy Christmas. As Eddie got older, he got over the excitement of the holidays and didn't care if Wayne got him a present or not, but he did keep the gifts from his childhood in his closet.

Christmas became just another day for Eddie, until you came along.

You were so excited for the holidays. All the decorations, the baking, the gift wrapping, the music. You were always excited when Thanksgiving was over and radios started to play Christmas songs. Eddie wasn't as eager as you, but he happily watched as you decorated or baked or danced around to Christmas music.

You and Eddie were hanging out at his trailer one day, just enjoying each other's company. You had brought over some smaller decorations and put them up around the trailer for him and Wayne to enjoy. Eddie helped you set them up, but stayed quiet.

"Anyway, what do you want for Christmas, Eds?" You asked, finishing up your ramble on what gifts you were getting everyone.

Eddie froze up at the question, his small smile falling. "Uh, nothing, sweetheart. I don't need anything."

"But what do you want?" You asked again, looking over at him. You smile fell when you saw his expression. "You okay, Eddie?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just...don't really like Christmas that much," he answered, going over and sitting down on the couch.

You followed him and sat next to him, gently playing with one of his stray curls. "Why not?"

He sighed. "My parents didn't really make Christmas special for me. My dad wasn't home, my mom was working or sleeping. Wayne tried his best, but y'know, I just grew out of it, I guess."

"Eddie..."

He took a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start crying."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "You can cry, Eds, it's okay. I just wanna make Christmas special for you anyway I can."

Eddie melted into your touch, gripping onto the back of your shirt. You felt some of his tears hit your shirt, causing you to just hold him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls, careful not to pull on any knots.

"Would you and Wayne want to stay over at my house for Christmas? We'll have presents, a big dinner, the whole thing," you offered softly.

Eddie pulled away to look at you, a smile starting to form on his face. "Really?"

You nodded. "Really."

"I...I'd love that. I don't know if Wayne would be able to, but I think he'd like it."

"Good," you replied, wiping away his tears and sneaking a quick kiss to his lips. "Now, what do you want for Christmas?"

He thought for a few moments. "...maybe a new album or a mixtape, and some new picks for my guitar?"

You smiled. "Okay, any specific album or...?"

"Surprise me," he answered, "but, do you want anything?"

You shook your head. "No, I have everything I want right here."

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lovely's holiday special

[daydreams-after-dark]

Shorsha is it wrong that I always wanted a fiction when Lino gotten ready and han pregnant (breeding kink go brrrrrr)

MDNI // SMUT

This is when I really want to know who has submitted the ask. I have so many questions...

Do you mean actually pregnant? Is Hannie actually pregnant? Like omegaverse style? Or Lino just fucks them both so hard and so deep that his breeding kink takes over his brain and he's like "take it...I'm'a gonna breed you." ? My brain is buzzing either way 🥵🥵🥵

Or... is Hannie a fem!hannie and she has a beautiful swollen belly and her tiny tits have grown more plump, driving Lino fucking crazy? Imagine he has managed to get fem!reader and fem!hannie pregs at the same time so they both grow at the same rate?

Lino loves how much hornier they both are. They basically rest, eat and fuck. all day everyday.

Whatever it is on your mind, annonie, those thoughts are not wrong in the slightest, let your unhinged feralness loose 😘😘😘😘😘

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @fun-fanfics @wolfennracha

[missazurerose]

Glamtober 2024 - Another World

"Traveler, do you copy? You need to come back to base. You can't get caught poking around a Syndicate lab."

"Copy that Antecedent. You can write me up for insubordination later. I had friends stationed here. I'm going to find out what happened."

"I can't send anyone to help you..."

"That's fine. It doesn't look good...I wouldn't want anyone else to see it either..."

The only sound in the lab was the distant alarms that would go on until the power was finally cut...when this place would be demolished and everyone would pretend like it never existed. But that made it much more concerning when she most definitely heard footsteps behind her.

Drawing her weapon, the Traveler turned to face whoever was behind her. Ready for a fight, her mysterious shadow carried a vicious looking teksaber she was in no mood to tangle with but absolutely would if it meant continuing her quest for answers. They only clashed once before seeming to realize the same thing: neither one wore Syndicate colors or emblems.

Still cautious with her weapon ready, the Traveler noticed a different emblem on his armor. "You...you're the Shield of Halone...the Holy Consortium of Ishgard has an interest in a Syndicate disaster?"

"You're a Seventh Dawn Emissary...I don't think prowling around Syndicate territory qualifies for your organization's stance on being a neutral party among the systems..."

"Neither one of us is supposed to be here...are we blackmailing each other into silence?"

"Seems to be the look of it..." He looked her over. She seemed capable of handling herself if there was anything else still alive here. "At the risk of providing each other more blackmail...shall we look around this place together? In case something else is still alive?"

"There is safety in numbers...and perhaps sharing information."

"This...can't be what they were doing here...there's not a known system that would allow...that..."

"I was starting to suspect the Syndicate destroyed this lab themselves...for fear of their work getting out...I don't think I am wrong."

"No...I don't think you are...when this lab gets demoed we'll lose every trace of these experiments."

"There has to be some way to delay it...to collect more evidence..."

"I...have some contacts with Mythril Eye...if this...leaked...it might raise some questions."

"If you think you can do it without getting discovered...it might be the best bet..."

Master Post

Sometimes...I see an excuse to make another AU and brain goes brrrrrr. This time 'another world' meant dystopian sci fi. Is this going to go anywhere? Probably not. I got like 6 half formed AUs buzzing around my head. I don't think any of them are going anywhere.

Thanks and sorry if you read the whole thing.

Aymeric:

Lost Allagan Saber

Model B-2 Tactical Halfmask

Lost Allagan Surcoat and Gloves of Maiming

Late Allagan Bottoms and Sollerets of Fending (all in royal blue except the pants)

Riona: Gordian Rapier

Model A-1 Tactical Goggles

Late Allagan Coat of Casting

Valentione Forget-me-not Ribboned Gloves

Magitek Bottoms

Model C-2 Tactical Longboots

Head, body and feet royal blue otherwise undyed

[nithica]

NINI

i would loooove to know 4, 11, 28, 56, aaaaand 58 for your robot boyf <3

I’M SORRY I’M SUPER LATE. i had it all typed out and then…. and then………….. i didn’t save it as a draft and it refreshed so i ragequit like a true Gamer JXJSSJSJS. i learned from my mistakes because i’m not that much of a himar so TAKE TWO

4. which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’? i’m going to answer the second question first because the answer is ME. and i mostly need to be protected from myself. kashima learns very quickly that, not only am i embarrassingly clumsy, i’m also not to be trusted to take care of myself. look. i can be really adult and mature. but at the end of the day, i need bubble wrap and someone to make better choices for me. 🥲

kashima is the complete opposite and has wayyy better judgement with some things (not with ideologies, clearly) such as should she really need to drink 5 coffees and a monster in a day? do you really need to climb on that unstable chair that’s about to break????

BUT when it comes to protectiveness, i’d say we are both pretty protective; just in different ways. he’s a total guard dog x grumpy cat type of person and protects me for sure, but i’m also really feisty when it comes to those i adore. it wouldn’t be the first time i start throwing hands in his honour (he’s ashamed of my temper 😔) (he’s infinitely more intimidating than 5’ me though)

11. do either try to hide their emotions if upset? can the other still tell? i dunno if this comes as a surprise but, kashima is more emotionally expressive than i am 😭 i have totally worked my butt off the past years to get where i am now and even now, it’s really hard to tell when i’m feeling something (unless you’re on nithica dot tumblr dot com, i guess). i have the bad habit to sprinkle bits and pieces in different locations so that nobody gets the full picture of my emotions & i seem better than i am. 🥲

he, on the other hand, cries when he feels like crying and frowns when he needs to frown and says it out loud when he thinks something is rude. he is pretty observant so inevitably, at a later point, he sees riiiight through me that there’s something. but there’s also a lot of emotions going through that little brain of mine that he has yet to understand about people in general, sooo not entirely? (BPD go brrrrrr)

28. what are their thoughts on pet names? do they have any? we’re pretty boring in that regard 🙂‍↔️ i fear a lot makes me cringe zndjdjxjdje. and he is rather classic in this sense, going for the more classy pet names like my dear, darling, if i’m lucky my love or something 🙂‍↕️ i tend to swap between a lot of the more basic pet names but i do also use the most cringe ones to get on his nerves (awwww cuppycake are your wires crossed? he visibly cringes and stuffs something in my mouth, probably) (i’m starting to fall asleep so let me wrap this up quickly SJDJDJE)

56. what do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood? i am sorry. i am boring. because he doesn’t need to do anything special 😓 literally, he could just. any time. anywhere. however. I’M GAME. i’m always in the mood. SORRY. but i fear he has a praise kink and a bad one too. accepting him in moments he doesn’t expect me to accept him as he is; too. he’s so touch and love starved 🙂‍↔️

58. who’s more likely to hold a grudge after an argument? ME. MEEEEEEE. i’m the worst person on the planet. 😩 i can be incredibly petty with my partner. because he’s closer than anyone and that makes me vulnerable and that is scaaaary. getting my feelings hurt even a little bit makes me defensive af, in this case: u hurt/offended me so now i’m going to hold it against u because i’m a little messed up and a little incapable of healthy coping mechanisms 💔

in this sense; he’s so much ahead of me lol. we don’t argue much thankfully because i’m all starry-eyed and he can do no wrong (until i split and suddenly everything is wrong, but then he also learned to recognise the signs anyways and doesn’t take it personally) but he’s not a very petty person at all 🙂‍↔️

i feel like in the end there im slipping into dreamland so i hope it makes seeeeeense eeeeeeeppp

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[mk-writes-stuff]

Get to Know the Writeblr Questionnaire

Rules: answer the questions!

Thank you @kaylinalexanderbooks and @willtheweaver for the tags :)

Basics

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I’ve had a tumblr for like… six months now? It’s been a writeblr for four or five of those

What led you to create it?

I don’t remember why I made the account originally. I made it into a writeblr because I wanted someplace to ramble about my first original WIP in like five years

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

Y’all are so friendly and supportive! I love how nice people are and every comment I get :)

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I jump around between projects more than I’d like. I swear I am still working on Seven Stations, I’m just also doing a bit of other stuff and being hella busy, which is why I haven’t made much progress on it. I haven’t forgotten it, I swear!

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Can’t think of much, I’m pretty happy. I do love polls though. Something about clicking buttons makes the brain go brrrrrr

WIPs

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

Always Seven Stations and Pirates’ Roost. They never leave me. I do also have another fanfic short I’m working on because it possessed my brain, but that’s a very short-term project

How long have you been working on them?

Seven Stations (the original idea) is about five months old now. Pirates’ Roost has existed in one form or another for about four years, and has existed in its current form for about two. My random short is a week old lol

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Seven Stations was inspired by the concept of “lesbian noblewoman and her bodyguard who hates her enemies to lovers in space fantasy.” Pirates’ Roost was inspired by my obsession with Magic: the Gathering and started taking shape in its current form when my gf introduced me to her OC Merry and decided to move him to Ixalan. My short is inspired by the fact that I can’t stop thinking about Star Wars: the Clone Wars

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

Uh. A lot. My WIPs are my special interest, so probably at least several hours a day

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

“Fantasy and sci-fi.” Sometimes if we’re in a longer conversation I’ll give them a little Seven Stations blurb, although it rarely goes longer than “space fantasy political drama on a set of space stations”

Characters

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

Oh boy, okay. This is interesting because my gf created or had such a strong creative influence on so many of the characters I write about that I can’t lay claim to a lot of them. But here’s some that I at least came up with the initial baseline for, although she’s probably had her influence on most of them too (I can’t exactly remember for sure but I’m pretty sure on these ones):

Seven Stations: Belladonna, Cassie, Cassiopeia, Stellaris, Ricinus, Goldenrod

Pirates’ Roost: Len, Favin, Finley Albertson, Julian, Kiali, Morrigan, Skipper

Other MTG: Amaranthe, Viveri “Viv” Evern, Andreia Kozlov, Salas Nivar, Tendrii Lenira, Sorcil, Adana, Estrill, Astrilla, Valentine, Remi, Kaine Belnatsky, Ettie Strubins

Other fandoms: Brin Damson, Baresh, Trax

Other original characters: Celestine, Maia, Fellise, Rhea, Ashlin, Medlar, Dravite, Rokku, Falcon, Jesker

There are definitely more but there’s a sampling :)

Who’s the most unhinged?

For Seven Stations, it’s Cassie. In general, Viv and Astrilla are probably vying for the top slot. I haven’t introduced y’all to them but they’re both CRACKED

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Once again it’s Cassie. And Stellaris, he’s very relatable

Do you ever cringe at them?

All the damn time

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

They refuse to cooperate on a semi-regular basis. I can usually tell when I’m fighting to justify the action I want them to do. That means it’s time for a change-up

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

Literally anytime for any reason. I love it. Asks and reblog dare my favourite, but I’m not picky :)

Interaction

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

I follow writeblrs if I like the look of their stuff enough that I want it on my dash

What makes you decide against following?

Anything that makes me uncomfortable (ranging anywhere from weird takes to content I just don’t like). Or if I’m just not vibing with their stuff. But sometimes I miss cool blogs too because I don’t have time to check out everything

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Not super often because I don’t often see their stuff but I’m not opposed to it. Feel free to come chat with me even if you’re not my mutual :)

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

Oh yeah. Both the people who tagged me in this have characters I think about. But also @illarian-rambling has phenomenal OCs - Sepo lives in my brain on the little shelf of my favourite traumatized fictional little guys

This was a fun game! @somethingclevermahogony @nixwithapen @touloserlautrec want to play? Blanks below the cut :)

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine! What led you to create it? What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community? What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you? Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash? Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately? How long have you been working on them? Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started? How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them? When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say? Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like! Who’s the most unhinged? Who comes the most naturally for you to write? Do you ever cringe at them? How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others? Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc. What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes? What makes you decide against following? Do you interact with non-mutuals often? Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

[therogueflame]

hii no rush but I am just dying to know if you have another work coming out soon? :D (i know you posted a giant fic just a few days ago but I am honestly addicted to your writing) no rush or I am sorry if it's an annoying question

NOOOO anon you’re SO CUTE

i promise it’s not annoying but this is how my writing process goes

1) i get a huge rush of inspiration to write

2) i bang out story after story (writing makes adhd brain go brrrrrr)

3) after writing thousands of words, my brain poops out

4) 1-4 weeks of downtime bc i literally cannot control my own brain sometimes

there’s obviously exceptions to this, such as the aemond fic that took me a month to write and the aegon fic i wrote in an hour. it’s an ebb and flow!

usually i can push out multiple shorter stories before i hit my word limit, but that harwin one really took it out of me, and that was the final product AFTER!! shortening it.

the next work i have coming out is ch 6 of my OC. story, The Bronze Reign, you can find chapter 1 here.

i love you so much anon and thank you SO much for the lovely ask. big fat juicy kiss for you!

[olafur-neal]

4 & 6 for the ask game :)

4) What’s your favourite location in RoP? 

Probably Armenelos. I was born and raised in a coastal city with a rich history so it fits nicely. The scenic design also reminds me of Italy. Like it has the feel of a European city in general, but the cliffs and art remind me of Italy in a very real way.

I can also see a very clear Art Deco and Neo-Classical inspiration that is very tied up in my mind with my study abroad trip to Italy but also my art and archaeology classes that preceded the trip. So it’s very comforting visually for me in a lot of ways.

But it also itches a very deep special interest part of my brain because it’s very we’re telling you about the Fall of Rome in a speed run. It’s telling us to look at Pharazôn acting very much like an early Augustus being a man of the people who will only take power if it benefits Númenor in front of a wall that invokes the Ara Pacis.

Anyway before I get too deep in that tangent I’ll just say it makes my Neurodivergent Gremlin go brrrrrrr in a very good way.

6) Where would you want to live in RoP and why?

See I wanna say Númenor but we know how that ends. And then my next choice was Lindon because of very similar art history gremlin go brrrrrr reasons. But like in a softer way because if Númenor is Art Deco or Neo Classical, Lindon is like Art Nouveau or Romanticism. And I just sort of vibe with that lifestyle I guess. My dream home would be in the woods where I can dance barefoot with my hair unbound.

However if I’m remembering Tolkien correctly Lindon doesn’t fare much better than Númenor. So my third and final choice would be Imladris aka Rivendell (WHICH COUNTS as RoP because they have officially fled there as of the end of season 2). Still gives me the art nouveau, romantic vibes AND a waterfall.

This is so much fun, ask me more questions the post is here.