#coral palms pt

[b99reblogstuff]

Hello Old Friend.

[goodwhump-temp]

Jake Peralta Whump | Brooklyn 99

1x01 Pilot - Manhandled, thrown, held at gunpoint 1x02 The Tagger - Career in jeopardy/threatened 1x03 The Slump - Really bad day, "cursed" 1x04 M.E. Time - Squeamish 1x05 The Vulture - Angry, spanked twice 1x06 Halloween - Falls from the ceiling, concussion, falls into Terrys arms, handcuffed, painfully slams onto table 1x07 48 Hours - Exhausted 1x08 Old School - Very hungover, aches/pain, reprimanded 1x09 Sals Pizza - Punched, manhandled, talks about childhood trauma 1x10 Thanksgiving - Talks about sad childhood x2, manhandled, choked 1x11 Christmas - Santa fight, held at gunpoint 1x12 Pontiac Bandit - Exhausted 1x14 Ebony Falcon - Chest bumped to the ground, worried, punched multiple times, numb arms 1x15 Operation Broken Feather - Denial, feels betrayed 1x17 Full Boyle - Pepper sprayed 1x18 The Apartment - Daddy issues, feels doomed from eventual homelessness 1x19 Tactical Village - Jealous, heartbroken 1x21 Unsolvable - Very sleep deprived, depressed/heartbroken, drunk 1x22 Charges and Specs - Very drunk, reprimanded, fired

2x01 Undercover - Picked up/arrested, punched, balls knee'd, cuts burn/pain, held at gunpoint, bummed 2x02 Chocolate Milk - Head manhandled, back issues from Terrys 'body slam,' exhausted x2, feelings hurt, tortured (forced to eat carrots) 2x03 The JimmyJab Games - Attacked by fire hydrants, still heartbroken 2x04 Halloween II - Robbed by bears, falls, hurt by barbedwire, arrested 2x05 The Mole - Feels betrayed, exhausted, slapped 2x06 Jake and Sophia - Hurts his hand 2x07 Lockdown - Passes out (flashback) 2x09 The Road Trip - Slapped 2x10 The Pontiac Bandit Returns - Daddy issues, gut punched 2x11 Stakeout - Punched 2x13 Payback - Exhausted, collapse, numb, sad 2x14 The Defense Rests - Heartbroken/depressed 2x15 Windbreaker City - Heartbroken/depressed, obsessive 2x17 The Boyle-Linetti Wedding - Finger pain, hearbroken 2x18 Captain Peralta - Major daddy issues, major denial, abandoned, feels hurt, confrontation 2x19 Sabotage - Suspended, feels betrayed, almost hit by a truck, held at gunpoint, kidnapped, restrained, gagged, life threatened, trust rooted daddy issues 2x20 AC_DC - Painful fall, limping the whole episode, cracked ribs/broken toes/thumb fractured, hit by box, extreme pain, addicted to work, hit by a car, hospitalized 2x21 Det. Dave Majors - Drinks really strong drink, annoyed, nervous, hurts his fingers, goat jumpscare

3x01 New Captain - Punched x3, briefly sad 3x05 Halloween III - Witch jumpscare, exhausted, throws up x2 3x06 Into The Woods - Falls, surrounded by poison ivy 3x09 The Swedes - Annoyed the whole episode, disgusted, briefly held at gunpoint 3x10 Yippie Kayak - Diehard situation, punched unconscious, hostage/restrained, headache, held at gunpoint, checked out by EMTs 3x11 Hostage Situation - Handcuffed/betrayed, daddy issues !??! 3x12 9 Days - Has Mumps, constant pain, drunk from cold medicine, delerious, mump painfully poked multiple times 3x14 Karen Peralta - Slams into multiple things, falls, major daddy issues, angry 3x15 The 9-8 - (Making Boyle jealous), uncomfortable between friends, punched, nards kicked, pain, tackled 3x16 House Mouses - Flattened by Scully, knocked unconscious, restrained 3x17 Adrian Pimento - Knife to throat/restrained, jumpscared, daddy issues, talks about therapy, held at gunpoint 3x19 Terry Kittens - Daddy issues, screaming scared, sleep deprived 3x21 Maximum Security - Worried, beaten up 3x22 The Bureau - Exhausted (1 pullup) 3x23 Greg and Larry - In danger, life threatened

4x01 Coral Palms, Pt.1 - Depressed, Holt jumpscare, hit by gokart, weird wrist, scared of snakes, tackled, reprimanded (redepressed) 4x02 Coral Palms, Pt.2 - Punched multiple times, headlocked 4x03 Coral Palms, Pt.3 - Falls over fence, calf scratched, queasy/gagging, (+great Holt bonding), throat punched, held at gunpoint, shot 4x04 The Night Shift - Crutches, hair intervention, picked up by Terry, limping, pain, falls over fence 4x05 Halloween IV - Terry jumpscare overreaction, betrayed 4x06 Monster in the Closet - Falls through roof 4x08 Skyfire Cycle - Relived trauma pantsing people 4x09 The Overmining - Angry 4x10 Captain Latvia - Cut palm (bleeding), thrown against a wall, unconscious 4x12 The Fugitive, Pt.2 - Betrayed, held at gunpoint 4x14 Serve & Protect - Feelings hurt 4x15 The Last Ride - Bruised thigh, crying 4x16 Moo Moo - Talks about depressing childhood 4x17 Cop-Con - Hungover, chest pain, literally on fire, gag/dizzy 4x18 Chasing Amy - Scared, worried, slams into bars 4x19 Your Honor - Claustrophobic, daddy issues 4x20 The Slaughterhouse - Water & milk drugged, extremely jittery 4x21 The Bank Job - Hungover, held at gunpoint, framed, arrested 4x22 Crime & Punishment - Hardcore framed

5x01 The Big House Pt.1 - Life threatened multiple times, jumpscared, aggressively beaten up x3 (limping/cuts), scared 5x02 The Big House Pt.2 - Solitary confinement, daddy issues/panic, blackmailed, life threatened multiple times, on meth, very jittery 5x03 Kicks - Daddy issues, nightmare, prison trauma, confession/suspends himself, sad 5x04 HalloVeen - Jumpscare x2, prison trauma, restrained, betrayed 5x06 The Venue - Daddy issues 5x07 Two Turkeys - Sad childhood + daddy issues 5x08 Return to Skyfire - Tired, painfully thrown to the wall 5x09 99 - Daddy issues 5x10 Game Night Pt.1 - Emotional 5x11 The Favor Pt.2 - Emotional/daddy issues 5x12 Safe House - Stir crazy, throat punched, tear off mustache pain, held at gunpoint, daddy issues 5x13 The Negotiation - Held at gunpoint, hostage, sad childhood, brokenheart 5x14 The Box - Embarrassed, relationship tested, angry outburst, hit by a chair, bloody nose 5x15 The Puzzle Master - Hand twisted, jealous, hand cramp 5x17 Dfw - Very nervous, shared daddy issues 5x18 Gray Star Matual - Intimidated 5x19 Bachelor/ette Party - Sickly drunk, guilt, heartbroken 5x20 Show Me Going - Daddy issues, worried, scared 5x21 White Whale - Stressed, 5x22 Jake & Amy - Life threatened, jealous, emotional

6x01 Honeymoon - Stressed 6x02 Hitchcock & Scully - Trapped 6x03 The Tattler - Annoyed, angry outburst, therapy denial, betrayed, angry 6x04 Four Movements - Body slammed, beaten up and sobbed offscreen, pain 6x05 A Tale of Two Bandits - Emotional 6x06 The Crime Scene - Bad childhood, sleep deprived, losing sanity, looks horrible, guilt 6x09 The Golden Child - Choking, heimliched, probably broken rib, punched unconscious, kidnapped 6x10 Gintars - Nervous, guilt 6x11 The Therapist - Massively in denial, hates therapists, held at gunpoint/captured, confesses, emotional 6x12 Casecation - Daddy issues/bad childhood, scared, life threatened (bomb) 6x13 The Bimbo - Emotional x2, bad childhood, height insecurity 6x14 Ticking Clocks - Arm punched x2 6x15 Return of the King - Feelings hurt, angry 6x16 Cinco de Mayo - Tazed x2, betrayed, emotions manipulated 6x17 Sicko - Career threatened x2, almost bit, insulted 6x18 The Suicide Squad - Punched, betrayed, imprisoned, depressed

7x01 Manhunter - Undermined 7x02 Captain Kim - Stepdaddy issues/trust issues x2 7x03 Pimemento - Scared of heights 7x04 The Jimmy Jab Games II - Falls from the ceiling, pain, trips, ceiling falls on him, extreme pain 7x05 Debbie - Knocked unconscious, restrained 7x06 Trying - Hungover, sad 7x07 Ding Dong - Daddy issues, uncomfortable the whole episode, emotional 7x08 The Takeback - Angry, feels betrayed, smushed, threatened 7x09 Dillman - Sad, framed 7x10 Admiral Peralta - Punched 7x11 Valloweaster - Trips, therapy 7x12 Ransom - Held at gunpoint, kidnapped, restrained/threatened

[mylovelo-ak]

LO'AK SULLY

♫ now playing . . . ☾ say yes to heaven - lana del rey

BLURBS

･ﾟﾟ･｡ stars across your cheeks

> comforting lo'ak after the raid

･ﾟﾟ･｡ fortune telling

> teaching lo'ak about the wonders of palm reading

･ﾟﾟ･｡ seashells and corals

> in which lo'ak confesses

･ﾟﾟ･｡ always forever

> teaching lo'ak of an ancient human practice, the pinky promise!

･ﾟﾟ･｡ silent confession

> lo'ak's silent 'i love you'

･ﾟﾟ･｡ jealousy ft. neteyam

> navi boys and relationship angst

･ﾟﾟ･｡ harana ft. neteyam

> navi boys as things in the traditional filipino dating culture

･ﾟﾟ･｡ you loved him more

> in which you loved lo'ak more than he loved you

✧ pt 1 ✧ pt 2

･ﾟﾟ･｡ on becoming navi

> lo'ak reacts to navi you

HEADCANONS

･ﾟﾟ･｡ crochet octopus ft. neteyam

> in which you crochet them a reversible octopus

･ﾟﾟ･｡ love & crochet

> crocheting dolls of you and him

･ﾟﾟ･｡ period ft. neteyam, aonung

> navi boys when you're on your period

[godduh]

sitcom men sharing a kiss in the name of "friendship"

the one with the monkey, 1x10 the kiss hello, 6x16 gay witch hunt, 3x01 eagleton, 3x12 the broath, 7x19 goldmine, 4x07 coral palms pt. 2, 4x02 dee day, 14x03

[vesperadreamer]

The Siren pt. 5

“One two three… One two three… One two three four five six…” You had decided to teach Siren a few of the dances that came from your home, she’d eventually incorporate them into the multiple mating and courtship rituals but for now you held the power in this dynamic. “Your… dances are quite intricate my darling pearl… I’ve never used my feet this much before except for moving from sea to river to lake and back again.” It made sense to you, the supposed lake guardians you’ve heard about were likely sirens that wanted to be inland for a bit. “Some dances are slow while others are quick. There are even some intimate dances that keep the partners close together.” You watched Siren’s eyes widen in excitement at the prospect of being close to you, it seemed you’d be having some fun during this time.

You sat down on the ground, exhausted from the intense workout that the dance gave you. Unlike the surface where there wasn’t any resistance, dancing in the water was much tougher and slower since you weren’t used to it. “I’m starting to wish I was an aquatic creature, just so that this wouldn’t exhaust me as much. Why’d you have to be so lucky?” Siren laughed at your complaints about the waters, she moved more smoothly during the dance but even she had to take things slow as she figured it out. “If you were born of the waters, you and I would have been intertwined constantly my dear pearl. We’d be madly in love with each other as we mated until the grand event.” That statement made you cough and sputter a bit, having almost forgotten that aquatics naturally were very lovey dovey with their mates.

You had much to learn about aquatics and especially sirens, but today was mostly her learning about your people. “Tell me, what is your magic like? What sort of magics do you enjoy, my pearl?” You tilted your head at that, you actually had never used magic and here was Siren guessing you did. “I can’t use magic, in fact not everyone can use magic. Learning magic requires great talent or wealth and I have neither, to get a teacher you also have to impress them and find one that fits you.” Siren gave a nod and smiled. “So everyone on land is stupid. You can use magic very easily, the problem is your people believe in the wrong things.” Siren held out her hand as dark energies swirled in her palm and formed into a blade, it seemed you’d be learning today too.

“My natural magic that is part of my birth is based around manipulating the mind and waters, but I also took up a more supportive and combative role of a spell-blade. This allows me to mix blade and magic or to focus on only one to fill in gaps left by allies, but it also allows me to fight alone and without help.” You gave a nod and watched as ice formed around her blade and then… fire? Not only was the fire not being extinguished, but you swore it should be impossible to use any form of fire magic underwater. Siren patted your head as she observed your confused look, not surprised by it in the slightest. “Fire magic normally can’t be used underwater, but what I’m doing is creating a very fine pocket of air around the blade that seems non-existent. Fire magic can’t be used at range here.”

Your mind became dizzy with information, something impossible seemed absolutely normal to Siren. If she became a magic teacher, she’d probably be the most sought after by most species that desired to learn magic. Siren’s blade vanished into the waters as she dispersed it, maybe you could eventually learn magic from her if she’d even allow you. “What magic do you think would suit me?” Siren looked to you as you saw her body begin to shimmer in a dancing glow, her magic circulating through her body from what you remember, even her eyes glowing. “Healing… Nature… You’d make a good guardian of nature, being able to heal wounds, work with animals, and tend to the environment around you. You could bend coral and kelp to your whims, same with trees and plants.” You gave a nod, that sounded nice.

Wait a minute… A thought occurred to you that the courtship ritual was to be a spectacle, so why not implement magic? “Hey Siren, have you considered adding a bit of literal magic to the courtship?” Siren gave a smile and kissed your forehead. “My darling pearl, that is a delightful idea you’ve come up with. I think I’ve just the flair to add…” You watch as she grabs you by the waist and pulls you close as a suit of shadows forms around her and a long flowing dress of ice around you. “A dress, crystalized to show your beauty and a suit of darkness to warn others that you are mine.”

You and Siren returned to your slow dancing, sticking close to each other as you lay your head against her chest. The moment felt quite peaceful as you closed your eyes and listened to her hum to your movements, a rhythm to match your dance. You felt like a princess in the moment, one who’s prince wasn’t even human or a prince but instead a woman from an aquatic world. It honestly felt like a romance book that would sometimes be brought in by adventurers, one about two lovers from different kingdoms of different species. Normally they’re brought together by their kingdoms being at war but this was a much different story than that.

You opened your eyes after a while and noticed a battle scene before you, a dance of shadows and ice created by Siren’s magic. A story of her whisking you away for love and defending you from monstrous creatures that saw you as food. You were amazed at the spectacle as it moved around you both, it felt like you were watching a romance novel play out in front of your eyes. Siren cupped your chin and forced you to look at her, her eyes staring deep into you and full of longing as she went in for a kiss. You didn’t even resist, you didn’t want to, it just felt right. It really wasn’t that bad, she was a good lover and a wonderful romantic. You needed her.

Siren put you on your back so you could rest on the aquatic bed, your clothes and hers vanishing as she brought her teeth to her mark and bit down to refresh it. It elicited a gasp but she was being much more gentle this time with her teeth, drawing very little blood at all. “You are mine… You will always be mine…” You placed a hand on her cheek and caressed it before she took your hand and kissed your palm. “You have full reign, my pearl. If you ever want to stop, just tell me immediately.” You gave a nod as she slowly went to work planting kisses on your lips before moving to your cheek, then your jaw and neck before placing kisses on your chest.

“Gentle!” You had to grab her head when you felt her teeth on your breasts, you really didn’t want to risk anything right now. “Very well my pearl. I won’t use my teeth.” A long slow lick was all she gave, a bit of suckling to gauge your reactions. Every hitch of your breath and every moan and twitch of your body helped her find a rhythm that you’d enjoy. Gentle and soft just like you asked, she knew that she needed to stick to how you wanted it since it’d be better for the both of you. “Siren… Please..” Your breathy speech had her moving back up to meet you face to face while her hands explored you. “Lower?” You gave a nod and watched as Siren went back down and began kissing lower and lower.

It was obvious Siren was teasing you at this point by not giving you what you wanted. She was placing slow and soft kisses down your leg and ending it off with a kiss on your foot. It was nice until she did the same for your other leg moving up and starting from your foot. You began to wonder if she was doing this as a punishment, no this wasn’t a punishment, she wanted you ready. She began to slow down her kisses more as she reached your knee and trailed up your thigh. “Siren... I will kick you…” She gave a slight chuckle as she hurried it up, she very much enjoyed how impatient you were getting. When she finally finished, she placed one final kiss on your cunt before bringing herself up.

You watched as her cock waved to you and you frowned, she wasn’t being funny. “Siren I swear to the hells…” She chuckled, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry, enough fooling around. Time for the main event, my pearl.” You felt her slowly slide in as she began planting kisses over your neck, she was still watching your reactions to see how much could go in and stopped when she felt it was enough. “Are you okay? Is this okay? We can stop at any time…” You shook your head and gave her a kiss. “Its fine Siren. Just be gentle.” Siren gave you a nod before returning to giving your neck kisses as she thrust in and out.

Her size was perfect and you were thankful it was her instead of someone larger. You honestly think you’d die if the queen tried to mate you. You wrapped your arms around Siren and pulled her to your lips as your mind became fuzzier. She wasn’t singing so it was likely just your arousal, yes that makes sense. You wrapped your arms around her neck as she pulled back a bit and buried your face in the crook of her neck, you needed and wanted her. “My pearl? Are you ready?” You gave a slow nod as you closed your eyes and felt her fill you up, why were you tired? It probably wouldn’t be bad to rest in her embrace, she was your lover after all and she’d keep you safe.

“Pearl! Wake up!” You woke up with a start at hearing Siren yell and were immediately hugged by her, why were you both back in the palace? “I can’t believe you marked her after using demonic magic…” Wait, did something happen because you wanted Siren? “I was caught up in the moment! It didn’t occur to me that I’d be pumping her full of demonic energies!” Oh, that didn’t sound good. “I’m right here… Now can someone explain what happened? I’m pretty sure I’m lost on a lot of what you’re all talking about.” The queen sighed before gesturing to Siren. “Simply put, you were injected with demonic energies when your lover here bit you. Your kind can’t handle such energies well.”

Siren gave a nod toward the Queen’s words. “Our little courtship session had me using demonic energies to create a moving romance story around us… From there my body was saturated with those energies which are a poison to most creatures, and it was working to grip your mind and heart. Those energies are how demons and demonic creatures are born.” You gave a slow nod as your eyes wandered to the bite mark, a show of love but also the cause of an accident. “So what would have become of me had you not acted?” Siren really didn’t look like she wanted to talk about it but she forced it out anyway.

“Those energies grip the hearts of all creatures and can cause unholy changes in some, while causing a potential personality change in others. Using the myth of mermaids and sirens, demonic energies wrap around a mermaid’s jealousy, possessiveness and desire for love and amplifies it all into a cruel and twisted love for their mate. It can’t be fought against if it takes root as by then you’re already on the path to losing yourself. Demonic energies also gather around negativity.” It clicked now, all of it clicked. Sirens were mermaids that had been infused with demonic energies that had gathered, they were a byproduct of a mermaid getting infused.

“I’m sorry pearl, but we’re going to have to try our courtship after the next 6 months. You need to properly recover from the ordeal and I won’t be compromising on that.” You were broken out of your thoughts as Siren spoke of the courtship ritual, both of you were hoping to enjoy it but now you had to rest your body. “Siren… Can we at least continue practising it for next time once I’m recovered?” Siren smiled and gave you a nod before kissing your forehead, you were happy you’d be able to try again and probably have a beautiful courtship to go with it. Maybe you’d have trained in magic by then and be able to incorporate it with Siren’s magic.

You couldn’t enjoy the festivities. Sure there were so many people and creatures to meet and mingle with but it just didn’t help to lighten your mood, you wanted to dance with Siren and show her off. “Pearl… Why don’t we play one of the games? I’m sure I can win you something lovely.” You gave a slow nod as the two of you made your way to a gathering where Mermaids and Sirens were trying to hit a constantly moving target. “Come on! Don’t you want to get your lover something that matches their beauty?” That promise caught your eyes as you looked over and saw a golden necklace with rubies, sapphires and emeralds. It was quite beautiful. “One moment pearl…”

You watched Siren move to the front and talk to the game master before looking back at you and giving you a thumbs up, what was she up to? Siren watched the target carefully before smiling and using her magic to put on a spectacle, you and her were back in your dancing outfits but hers was made of ice this time. While the surrounding bystanders were gawking she fired off an ice spear and struck the target by aiming ahead of it. “I think I’ve won.” The game master seemed to be in shock but didn’t dare to argue before handing over the necklace to Siren without a second thought. “Sorry folks, we have a winner. Try again next time.”

As the two of you walked away from the game, you wondered why Siren had shown off like that. “Why’d you show off our courtship outfits? Were you just trying to show off?” Siren kissed your forehead and shook her head with a smile. “It was to distract the person who was controlling the target, the game was rigged. I will say however that the necklace I got you is charmed to protect its wearer.” Your eyes went wide as she put it around your neck, something like this would be worth a fortune to an adventurer and you’d never have to work a day in your life again. Even then the magical effects weren’t obvious.

“How can you even tell its enchanted? How can you tell its properties? Is it easy? Are there signs?” Siren smiled at your curiosity and wrapped an arm around your waist before pulling you close, your mind was racing as Siren still hadn’t dispersed your outfits. “My dear pearl… I make enchanted items like these when I’m bored. My millennia of experience has allowed me many insights and I won’t be revealing everything.” She cupped your chin before kissing you gently, you were certain she was trying to distract you but you honestly couldn’t care at this point. “My pearl, I don’t ever want you removing that charm. I want you to confirm you understand.” You gave a slow nod and Siren kissed you once more. Maybe you could survive waiting 6 months for the next courtship.

[discordapples]

PT. 16 Basement Confessions

Word count: 2k (8 mins read)

Characters: Livia Novik, Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow.

Summary

Sebastian, Ominis and Livia are sent back to their world after the Collector's first leeching. Sebastian and Livia get closer, and spend a night in the Undercroft. But what happens in the morning leaves Sebastian with a bitter taste on his tongue. Chapter Text

Read the next chapter below.

Song list: Tabs, by Lights.

Sebastian | Hogwarts, Early October, 1893.

The Room of Requirement swallows them whole only to spit them out mentally fissured and drained of their vim.

Ominis is the first to pull through, and Sebastian follows not long after.

For long minutes, they steep in a spent silence, wordlessly smoothing the pleats of their misadventure.

What the fuck was that?

Sebastian curls a fist against his sternum in the hopes of nursing the phantom pain that lingers in the wake of the Collector's leeching.

Across from him, Ominis' palm closes around his neck, and he sheds a pained groan at the touch.

This process is painless, albeit uncomfortable.

The entity certainly needs a fresh reading of the dictionary.

"Are you all right, Ominis?" Sebastian asks after the hush has crossed the boundary of acceptability.

Ominis' jaw is corded, his eyes wandering.

He offers no reply.

Sebastian shakes his head, exhaustion flocking to the back of his skull. "I'm fine, thanks for asking," he jests glumly in the face of his friend's mutism.

Minutes stretch by, and after lassitude, Sebastian is visited by worry.

Where is Livia?

"Did you see Livia in there?"

"Did you?" Ominis snaps back, and the causticity of his retort gauges a neat line between Sebastian's brows.

"What fucking bit you?"

"The Collector," Ominis replies matter-of-factly.

"What happened to you in there, Ominis?"

"Nothing I want to talk about."

The next words Sebastian vomits in the hope of convincing his friend to relent his prideful secrets. "I saw Anne. She was cured—happy. We spent the evening on a balcony, sharing childhood memories... The next thing I knew, I was running through a hedge maze and I—" He pauses, smoothing the shameful edges in his story. "I stumbled upon Livia, and the Collector leeched on me, and I woke up here."

"I'm happy for you," Ominis offers, his tone just as bone-dry, and before Sebastian can think of venting his rising annoyance, Livia is hawked through the mirror and lands on all fours.

Sebastian clambers to her side, his hands steadying her. "Are you okay?"

Through the curtain of mussed dark hair comes a diffuse titter. Her arms shake violently, and Sebastian endeavors to coral her mane behind her shoulders.

When he has cleared the last strands from her cheeks, he is met with glazed viridian eyes and a heart-melting smile.

"Someone is in their euphoric stage," he teases her softly. She throws her head back and nearly bumps the mirror before Sebastian gathers her onto his lap. "Careful."

Her cheeks are flustered, her chest hoisting with the ample breaths she draws in. "Hmm... Sebastian..." She nuzzles his shirt, inhaling deeply. "You smell so good."

She is feverish against him, her heat burning right through his clothes.

Ominis gropes his way closer, pressing a wrist against her forehead. "We should bring her back to her dorm. She seems more affected than we are."

"Ominis?" Livia asks, her voice sluggish. Extending a hand, she accidentally grazes his lip, then lets out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a moan; one that drills right through Sebastian's gut.

"I'm here, Livia," Ominis says, and her fingers trawl higher on the slope of the Slytherin's cheek. "We should get you to bed."

Sebastian doesn't wait for another excuse to rise to his feet and help Livia up, but her legs are wobbly, her will to stay up, watery. She slants against him, her head bobbing against his chest.

"I don't think she can make it to the Ravenclaw tower without alerting Mr Moon," Sebastian remarks.

"Where else do you want to bring her?"

Livia presses her head against Sebastian's shoulder, a song spilling from her lips. "Oi khodyt' son kolo vikon."

Sebastian turns to Ominis. "I'll bring her to the Undercroft."

"A drimota—kolo plota."

"The Undercroft?" Ominis' tone is still barbed, and Sebastian weathers it only for Livia's sake.

"Pytayet'sya son drimoti: A de budem nochuvaty?"

"You're in too shitty a mood for me to bring her to our dorm," Sebastian points out. "Besides, she'll wake up the whole dungeon if she keeps singing."

"Whatever," Ominis says. "I'm way too exhausted to argue with you."

"Yeah," Sebastian shoots back, "I noticed."

Without another word for his nettlesome friend, Sebastian scoops Livia into his arms. She is not particularly heavy, yet he feels the hindrance exhaustion has placed on his joints, and already his muscles burn.

He waits for Ominis to leave the Room of Requirement before making his way west towards the staircase.

Livia has stopped singing, and if he thinks her fast asleep, he is dead wrong. When they are halfway down the stairs, she slides her fingers in his hair, weaving a mesh of prickles on his scalp. His mind aches to ease into the gesture, but his body screams with the effort. Instead of giving in, Sebastian clenches his teeth, praying the pressure he sinks into his gum will keep him rooted in his purpose.

After many more stairs and another stretch of corridor, they finally stand before the hidden clockwork entrance of the Undercroft, and it is only then Livia speaks again.

"I saw you," she says softly as he taps the mechanism with his wand and waits for the gears to hiss out of their axles to let them in. "You're always there."

He is rooted before the yawning entrance. A touch of mold rises from the castle's belly. "Where, Livia?"

"Everywhere," she replies, her voice wispy and lethargic. "In the corner of every mirror. In the tail-end of my eye when someone brushes by. Behind every open book, or pillar, or disappearing through a closing door. Why are you the face of every stranger I meet, Sebastian Sallow?"

They linger. Her, bundled in his arms. Him, with his heart leaping against his ribs.

Why was she a part of the phantasm the Collector devised for him? How has she squirmed so close to his heart, in this secret place where only his sister dwells?

He chooses humor as his buckler, for even if she is the fragile thing huddled in his arms, she strips him down to his bones. "Boys with brown eyes and hair are a Knut a dozen in Scotland. I suppose it's an honest mistake."

He climbs down the stairs, then lights candles and conjures a bed from a stack of felled wooden crates. Lying Livia down on it, he brushes another lock of hair from her forehead as she eases into the feathery pillow.

Her eyes are dim with fatigue when she smiles to him. "Do you snore?"

"I-I'm not staying here. I should go back to the Slytherin common room."

"I'll squirm if I see a spider."

He cannot help but smile at her kiss-feeding his own words back to him. Even in the clutch of exhaustion, Livia Novik's wits are just as sharp. "What do you want me to do?"

Her fingers cling to his forearm, her hold frail, but obstinate. "Stay."

Without thinking, he thumbs her chin, and holds her gaze. Her eyes flutter, drooping with languor.

In a second, she will be fast asleep and in the morning, perhaps, she will have forgotten she even talked to him at all.

How he aches to shrug behind her and press his body against the outline of her own and feel her spine unfurl against his chest.

But this night belongs to the Collector and his twisted cravings, and Sebastian doesn't want an anemic consent, so he conjures another cot next to hers, sits on it, and endeavors to strip from his damp shirt. The pain is gone on his sternum. His skin is unblemished.

Was his ordeal even real?

It felt real enough.

Sebastian lets the garment puddle to the dusty floor, his lungs burning with the lack of energy, then slides between the sheets, chancing a glance to Livia who sleeps soundly.

Despite his listlessness, Sebastian cannot stop looking at her, and note how tranquil she looks.

When, at last, he snuffs the candles with one swing of his wand, he hears her toss on her bed. "Sebastian?"

"I thought you were sleeping," he replies, whispering. "You should rest, Livia."

The dark yields an agitated silence in response.

"How long does it take for a memory to dissolve?" She asks him after a while.

"What do you mean?"

"If I die, how long would it take for you to forget me?"

Something squeezes in his chest, coiling tight around his heart. The words he surrenders are teeming with worry. "I'll never forget you, and you won't die."

"But we all wane in the mind of others, even those who loved us the most..." He can sense her fright, how deep it runs, and it reaches him, as if its roots are sprawling from her bed and vining into his own. "Laurence was the only person on my mind until you walked into my life."

He wants to find the words or the gestures that can seal her cracks, and his mind churns and churns for them, until he is dizzy with frustration, and by the time he convinces himself to leave his bed and join hers, his slumber pulls him under and the moment winnows away.

* * *

There is no sun in the Undercroft. No strict sense of time, and when Sebastian wakes from his torpor, he cannot say how long he has slept for.

Livia is still there, except instead of drifting out of languor, she sits, cross-legged, her dark hair mossing over her shoulder.

He takes in the shade of purple stretching under her eyes, the fingers she gnaws at, how her shirt yawns open on a half-laced corset.

Her eyes glide to him. They are cracked through with pink. "What do you remember about the Collector's leeching?"

He dredges the last traces of slumber from his neck, then sits upright, the blankets sliding on his chest.

"Everything," he replies, and that much is true. "But it was as if I was intoxicated in some way. Out of my body..." A lick of shame squirms into his throat. "I'm sorry for how overbearing I was back there."

The last part is not as truthful. The desires manifested were his; the Collector only allowed them to roam, untethered. Maybe shedding his civility wasn't of Sebastian's own volition, but the beast that shrugged out of his skin is a familiar passenger.

He has dreamed the unholy passions he enacted in the maze: the feeling of her throat narrowing beneath his knuckles, the firmness of her croup against his swollen manhood, the impious mewl she relented in his magisterial care.

Which begs the question:

How many of her secret yearnings did Sebastian have a taste of last night?

She shoves her hands under her blanket, to prevent herself from peeling more hangnails. "It's not your fault," she says, her eyes avoiding him. "I-I don't think I was myself either..." She stands, buttoning her shirt, then sleeks her hair with her palm. "I think I'm late to Beast class."

"Livia," he interjects as she yanks the gate open. She turns to him, a mess of crinkled clothes and tired beauty. "Do you remember the conversation we had before you fell asleep?"

A shadow crawls over her face, but he doesn't know if it's just another stroke of tiredness or something else. "I'm sorry, I don't." She gives a cloudy chuckle. "I'm afraid I haven't been myself until I woke up this morning. I apologize to have put you through my senseless prattle, if that was the case. See you in class?"

It's as if she has hollowed him out of his pit, and all he can manage in response is a stiff nod before watching her leave the Undercroft.

He knows he should run back to his dorm, change, and head to class, but instead he climbs into Livia's bed, his heart empty and hurting, and coils in the shape she left in the sheets.

Author's notes

Sorry, not sorry, for breaking your heart in this one. 😈

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[welcome2southpark]

Episode One pt 1

Everyone assumed when we were kids we were just playing. Saving cats and doing bake sales….yes we would do that but we also fought crab people and coked out cultist cops. We aren't normal. We're mutants, aliens, altered humans and more.

Ring

Ramona jumped at hearing the bell. She had begun to doze off as her teacher had started rambling about politics during math. 

"Ey douchebag get up we've gotta get ta Tokin's house to help cleen" Cartman smacked her shoulder. 

"Ow good grief Cartman" she grumbled and grabbing her bag. "I gotta drop by the pharmacy first" 

"Get your gurl drugs later CMON" 

"Why did we let you back in" she grumbled as she's dragged to the bus 

"I'm just saying if you keep using that store crap you'll be balding by fourty-Cartman stopping dragging Ro!" Kyle yelled

"Kyel we gotta go now Tokin there's an EEmergecy" 

"Crap really?" Stan exclaimed as they followed.

"Cartman I can walk" Ramona yanks free and runs along beside. 

"Wait what about Kenny-" 

"He's gotta get his sistar" Cartman rolled his eyes like it was a dumb question. 

As they run past the middle school Cartman this time grabs Kenny's arm who is holding onto Karen's bag.

"Cartman wtf" he yelps as he and his lil sis are dragged 

"Eemergency leave Karin with Sam."

"I don't wanna hang with a three old." 

After Cartman nearly got a black eye for calling Karen a bitch. The six arrive and get buzzed in. 

"You made it we have a class C- oh um hi Karen. Wanna go play on my Switch?" Tolkien yelped

"Ya'll are weird so yeah. Can I play Mariokart"

"Yep" 

They quickly shoo her to the game room before sighing.

"What type of class C?" Stan asked confused

"You know how Mephesto has been working on some "secret" thing"

"Is it a cat with 5 butts?" Stan asked annoyed

"No just….come down to the base."

Tolkien takes them to the basement where Wendy and Timmy are waiting. 

"Timmy!" Timmy exclaimed pointing at the computer screen.

The nearby farm was being wrecked by a large multi-assed hippo wolf.

"...what" began Cartman.

"The" continued Kenny.

"Fuck" said Kyle.

"AGAIN WITH THE BUTTS" groaned Ramona face palming. 

"Not the important thing" Timmy telepathically remind her. He wheeled himself over "We'll need Sunstar, Human Kite, and Mysterion." 

"What about meeee!" Cartman whined. 

"Mephesto wants it back alive," Tolkien began "Sunstar's flight and strength can carry it, Human Kite can use his calming wind to sooth it and Mysterion can create shadow shields to corale it. We did only ask for you to pass on the message to those three." 

"Why didn't you text us?" Kyle asked as he removed his contacts.

"Jeez, don't do that in front of us Kyel" 

"Shut up fatass" 

"There's interference with the com's app" Wendy answered as she worked with the tablet. "Stupid only level 30 encryption GAH!" She yelps as a virus jump scares her and she 404s. 

"Wendy!" Stan yelped to go help her recover.

The trio awkwardly get ready before changing before taking off.

NEXT

[sambergscott]

Your Top 5 Jake and Amy I Love You’s

feel like my favourite changes based on if i’m watching that scene or not, but:

1. the first one!!! i think the build up to it + wondering when it was going to happen makes it the most special to me personally. still remember watching it that day over and over and over (sorry to my french exchange who was staying with us at the time) and it’s so SOFT so yeah. the cruise

2. the one in lights out when they’re holding their BABY like hello how could this not be my 2nd fave (also super soft like the way he whispers it????? and the way they look at each other????????? bye)

3. “i love you so much you’re my dream girl” for obvious reasons and also the fact it’s in response to her telling him his butt is the bomb it’s literally so iconic

4. the first time saying so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 the way she was talking about it the whole episode and then says i love you at the end. and then deliberately adds SO MUCH. i just really love mel’s delivery of it!!!! and then jake saying AWW (lets pretend the ep ended there ❤️)

5. the i love yous in trying followed by That Kiss™️ i don’t really need to explain this one

[ninenine-brooklyn]

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Also: the first lgbt+ kiss we got (aside from that line of kisses Jake got from those mafia old guys) was between resident out-and-proud POC, Captain Raymond Jacob Holt and not-quite-canonically-Bi-but-still-unabashedly-appreciative-of-attractive-men-and-women Detective Jake Peralta????

(I may be remembering wrong bc I’ve just been bingeing B99, but either way that was a MOMENT...also idk how I feel, given their father-son stylez relationship but I stand by my initial reaction)

[grammatically-incoherent]

best jake/holt moments [8/??]

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 1

Yandere Goblin Shark Merman x Purple Firefish Merman Reader (CW: Rape, stalking, kidnapping, oviposition, general yandere behavior, rope, biting, male reader, mermen, dacryphilia, a horrible title for which I will not apologize) Word Count: 1.7k (This was not beta read so there may be some minor mistakes. I fully intended to do a gender neutral reader, but unlike a human reader the positions for merfolk sex are more complicated because there is a tail without legs. So I apologize. I do not apologize for the title. I do intend for there to be 1 or 2 more parts to this fic but idk when I will get to them.) Part 2 can be found here: Shark Baited Ooh La La! Pt. 2

You were a purple firefish merman, your entire village existed in a massive wondrous sea cave beneath a coral reef. All manner of glowing shells, stones, and crystals illuminated the vast space, the massive fields of giant aquatic mushrooms (a saltwater variant of Psathyrella aquatica, no doubt) that your people cultivated for food gave off soft light in hues of red, blue and purple. Even your species of merpeople had evolved with shimmering bio-luminescent patterns on your necks, collar bones, and tails.

 And the coral reef above your village was equally beautiful with every color of fish, coral, and seaweed. It was common for your people to spend time hanging out in the reef to enjoy the sun and harvest a lot of your food from here, in a sustainable way of course.  But despite it still being near one of the two main cave entrances and still full of coral and places to hide it was strongly recommended by the elders of the village to never stray to the edge of the reef. And you always listened, but today you saw something shimmering in the distance and you couldn’t resist seeing what it was.  And besides, never once in your entire life had the reef been assaulted or invaded, you could not remember the magical perimeter alarm ever once going off except in scheduled drills. And even if it did go off you could swim back fast, you really wanted to see the shiny bauble that had caught your eyes.  Oh! It was a large shiny gold coin, probably washed up from a human wreck or something. It filled the palm of your hand and you were transfixed admiring the pattern and how it shimmered in the sunlight. You put it in your satchel and realized you were a good bit farther from the cave entrance than you had realized. You were probably even past the perimeter alarm’s radius, you were sure you were safe but… you were still nervous being so near the open water.  You turned to head back but suddenly something grabbed a hold of your arm and pulled you backwards.  “Ha! I knew if I left that gold there it would get your attention eventually!!” It was a rough, deep voice. And the person it belonged to was several feet larger than you. A goblin shark merman! Shoulder length blue hair, blood red eyes, he had a pinkish skin tone, but his arm and tail fins were deep red with blue tips. He grinned at you, showing off his multiple rows of razor sharp teeth. The teeth of a predator. “L-let go of me!!” You flailed, twisted, and turned, but nothing you did could get you free of the muscular shark man’s clawed hand as he pulled you towards him.  “Counter proposal: I don’t let you go and you stop fucking resisting.” He pulled out some rope and, although you struggled, still easily bound your arms behind your back and tied them to your tail making you utterly unable to swim.  “I don’t want to be eaten!!” You thrashed and squirmed as if your life depended on it, because you fully believed that it did.  “Are you stupid? Do you think I would go through all this trouble of baiting you just for food? Stalking you for weeks and learning you like shining baubles then waiting for hours each day for you to notice the coin? I am not going to eat you,” He held you tight against his broad chest and whispered in your ear, “I’m going to fuck you.” “I don’t want that either!!!” You redoubled your efforts to squirm out of the restraints and his grasp.    “Because the ropes really scream “I care what you want” don’t they?” He chuckled as if it were the most natural thing in the world to tie up someone against their will.  You were completely powerless as he pulled you towards the open ocean and away from the only home you had ever known.  On the way he tried to make small talk with you, introducing himself as Damian. You told him your name and he laughed at you, joking that it sounded like a human name.  He must have swam with you in his arms for a couple hours before finally arriving at his den, a small and somewhat secluded sea cave. Your entire body was a limp noodle, exhausted from your increasingly feeble struggles. And your voice was strained from yelling, sobbing, and pleading. He laid you down on his bed, which was half of a hollowed out giant clam shell with a squishy gel-like filling to sleep on.  “I’m glad I finally have a breeding bitch~” He grinned menacingly looking down at you as you lay helplessly in his bed. “You’re so cute, I bet you feel so tight and warm inside don’t cha?” He lay beside you and untied you, but kept you in his ironclad grip.  “C’mere baby boy.” Damian roughly pulled you on top of him, your back to his chest, grinding against your ass as he held you close and licked your cheek, but you were far too exhausted to do much more than weakly squirm in his grasp. Though with his strength you doubted you could do much even at full energy. “You smell so gooood (Y/N). Mmmm. My (Y/N) all mine~” The shark man rubbed his hands all over your body, hungrily exploring every inch of you. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and he slowly licked them up (merfolk tears are not so watery like human tears, they’re more slime like so they would be visible underwater). “Mmm (Y/N) You’re so pathetically adorable when you’re scared~”  You could feel something large, warm, slimy, and hard prod against your asshole as your captor fondled your crotch until your cock slid out.  “Stop! I don’t want this!” You were shaking in fear despite your prick stubbornly betraying you.  “But I do,” Damian growled into your ear. “And you’ll look so cute all knocked up with my eggs!” He nipped your earlobe possessively, careful not to bite too hard. He rubbed his large prick against your hole, smearing viscous precum all over your entrance, his claws digging painfully into your hips. And with no further preparation or stretching or care for your pleasure he dove his dick right into your warm depths. It slid in easily enough with his own homemade lube covering it and your hole, but it hurt. You thrashed to the best of your ability as it felt like you would be split from the inside out.  Damian, however, felt only bliss. Your inner folds were so tight and hot, and he fit you so well, this was proof you were meant to be his property. His baby boy to kiss, and love, and punish, and train, and fuck, and fill to the brim with babies.  “Pl-please stop, it hurts!” Your voice was high, whiny, and strained. Why was this happening to you? You were a decent person, surely you didn’t deserve this brutality.  “I don’t care cutie~ You feel way too good to just stop, just relax and it won’t hurt as much.” Despite his uncaring words he did, very slightly, slow down a bit and thrust a little more gently. Though this may have just been to make sure he didn’t cum too fast.  “Get off of me!” You elbowed him, and although it did nothing to harm or dislodge him out of your hole, it did annoy him.  “JUST LET ME FUCKING ENJOY THIS!,” he snarled as he yanked your hair back with terrifying ferocity and bit into your shoulder, not enough to permanently harm you, but it definitely drew blood. “You’re my cumdump whether or not you like it, and accepting that would make things much easier on you.”  You trembled and sobbed, your shoulder hurting from being bitten, but you didn’t say another word or offer anymore physical resistance. He smiled at your obedience and licked the bite wound comfortingly, all the while still pounding away into your hole. “Such a good boy for me~ I knew you could behave,” The shark cooed into your ear softly before returning to soothing the bite mark with soft kisses.  “For being such a good little bitch for me I’ll make sure you feel good too.” He slowed his pace and made sure to hit your prostate gently as he slowly stroked your cock. Your voice hitched and you whimpered softly, despite your fear and lack of consent your body was all to eager to feel something pleasurable. You instinctively humped into his hand.  “Oh~ You like that don’t you my sweet little dartfish?” He kissed and licked your cheek. “Mmm, so sweet. I love you so much (Y/N), I’ll never let you leave me.” All you could do was whimper in pain and pleasure as all the built up stimulation finally brought you to orgasm into his hand. Damian brought his seed covered hand to his mouth and licked it clean, the salty-sweet flavor taking him over the edge as he slid into you as deeply as he could, stopping his thrusts and shuddering as he deposited several large eggs into you. You gasped as your belly bulged out. He simply held you in that position for a while as he panted before pulling out and flipping you over so that you faced him, holding you close to his chest.  “Fuck I love you (Y/N). I love you. I love you. I love you.” He kissed your forehead after each repetition of his amorous declaration. “You’re my precious little breeding bitch~” Damian pressed his lips to yours and kissed you deeply with unexpected tenderness.  The shark rubbed the side of your tummy and looked at you as if you were the most beautiful site in the world which, to him, you were.  “My eggs are in there. God, (Y/N) you look so nice like this filled up with my babies.” Damian hugged you tightly, pressing you into his chest. The obsessed shark rubbed your back lazily with one hand and cupped your butt with the other, he remained like that for a long time, but eventually his grip loosened when he fell asleep contently.    Now might be your only chance to escape...

[harryjcmespotters]

AM I REALLY ABOUT TO CRY THINKING ABOUT HOW JAKE PRINTED OUT A PICTURE OF AMY WHILE HE WAS IN WITNESS PROTECTION BC HE MISSED HER THAT MUCH??? why yes yes i am

[onastyamiga]

every brooklyn nine-nine episode (71/112) → Coral Palms Pt. 3

+

[youngsamberg]

i’m watching speed for the first time and keanu just shot his friend in his leg while he was being held at gunpoint and i said out loud to no one I GET IT NOW re: amy shooting jake in the leg in coral palms pt 3 <3333

[rainbowchewynuggets]

Hellboy & The Gatekeeper (pt 8)

Heading down the hallway, Hellboy sees what’s causing the booming and rumbling. Giant ghostly white hands are clapped around clusters of support structures. The arms attached to them strain to pull something through a giant wall of white light between two pillars at the far end of the hall.

The hands try to grab him. Instinct tells him to evade. The hands are even more huge up close, which makes them slow. But their weight and rough gnarly texture could tear his skin off and break his bones. Hellboy only has narrow chances to make headway as the thing’s forearms clutter the path leading to the light.

He can hear the monster’s voice now, what he thought was the echoing of the temple’s distress earlier. It’s so loud here that it shifts the dust on the ground and thunders in Hellboy’s ears. Though, he can’t understand the words.

Meanwhile, the possessed Keeper stands on a raised platform at the meeting point of all the other main paths. Calmer, they are more themself. But they haven’t stopped.

They hold their hands high. Purple flames burn in each palm.

Out in the human world, at the edge of a tired Indiana town (captioned: Greensport, Indiana), the marks of the Gate bloom in the ground of a tightly packed threadbare suburb. Orange flames snake up out of the dirt as the marks let them through. Only small flickers at first, hiding under bushes and behind fences. Nobody seems to notice as they come home for the evening. It hasn’t rained.

Hellboy has nearly reached the wall of light.

The hands are too far ahead to reach him, but the noise is pushing the sand back in waves now. Sand is much easier to fight, and he busts his way through with his sleeve covering his eyes. He doesn’t see the extra hand shoot out of the light and catch him like a snake going for the kill.

The flames grow. The Keeper’s expression becomes complicated, as if they’re hesitating. Shallow cracks form from the tension in their neck and shoulders. The flames still grow.

Hellboy can barely breathe in the third hand’s grip. His wounds burn. Struggling only makes the barbs on its surface dig into him harder. The only range of movement available is his back sliding against the lining of his coat. He strains to force himself downward and manages to slip out of the hand’s grip, leaving the coat in the hand’s confused clutch. Hellboy scrambles to close the gap before the hand can feel around for him. Finally, he gets his foot over the line. The other side is bitingly cold, as if he just stepped into an icy lake.

The possessed Gatekeeper stops dead at what they’re doing and turns, the flames in their hands blown out at an instant.

G: No.

The Keeper picks up another fallen support beam and dashes off toward the light.

The flames up top disappear, leaving only tiny burns behind. A dog sniffs at one that just winked out under its favorite tree.

Hellboy enters the dead world. Its deep red, orange, and brown palette makes it look like a wet cave full of molten rust. The creature inside it–so huge it can barely move but not too big to squeeze through the exit if it wanted to–is a nightmare. A grotesque coral skeleton with sharp tusks growing from every inch of its body. Its fourth hand grasps at the wet walls to draw itself forward. Orange and brown liquid runs like blood from its hollow eyes and mouth which burn with white light. The spikes growing from its face cast ghastly shadows on the walls. The shredded robes of other dead hang from its gaping jaws.

Hellboy is tiny in its wake, a little sand sculpture being slowly worn away by an otherworldy wind. It wicks off grains of his body with each passing second. Here, he is colorless, brittle, and a little translucent. Movement feels like pushing against cold wet clay.

The ancestor hoists itself higher, exposing its huge chest of ribs where more dead tatters hang. What robes it once had are gone, leaving a gnarly red-brown carving behind on the limp skin of its collar. It bellows a phrase that makes Hellboy wince, but he only slides back a little.

He pulls his gun and aims for the neck. The head looks too dense to puncture.

Hellboy: Shut up!

The bullet tears the skin apart instantly and buries in bone, but the creature is unfazed. It rakes the walls with its claws, unleashing a hail of boulders and humid dust. Hellboy’s head snaps up. He manages to avoid the biggest rocks and deflect what’s left with his stone hand. He picks one up and throws it at the thing’s ribs. Some crack and fall to the ground. The ancestor doesn’t break stride as it swings a paw at Hellboy. It gets him pretty good, sending him flying into a wall. He tumbles a bit before coming to rest on a high outcropping exposed by the rockfall.

It takes him a minute to pick himself up again and regain his bearings. When he does, he sees the Keeper standing just inside the wall of light, staring up in horror at the remaining ancestor. The beam hangs limply in their hand. The monster is preparing to strike.

H: Kid, move! Move!

The Keeper doesn’t. The cracks in their body deepen and spread. Their eyes well with tears.

Hellboy shoots the ground next to the Keeper’s feet. They snap out of it and bolt just in time to avoid being hit. Hellboy doesn’t see which way because he has to avoid getting hit, himself. When he looks back, the Keeper is out of sight.

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