#dust grave easter eggs

[liliallowed]

Crimson has played Deltarune right?

How do they feel about the lack of control they have in outcomes in Deltarune?

Have they done the Weird route / Snow grave route?

oh they LOVE the snow grave route!

but deltarune seems to be... build different. it's not reacting to their resets.

it's like... gaster put up tons of safety locks and ducktape all over a house they're trying to set on fire.

they've seen no indication of any person reacting to their resets but ... being directly mentioned by the screen at the beginning surprised them.

although crimson doubts the game recognizes them... or their genocide Speedrun records and history.

they wonder what would happen if they introduced the corrupted files of their dusttale runs in the same file folder where deltarune is installed?

they won't do that yet. they want to finish the vanilla experience first and then set all he'll lose on this new world.

jevil? they ADORE him. he GETS IT!

seam is mysterious and they're keen on learning more about him.

spamton is a bit annoying...

Noelle is extremely powerful. more so than they'd expect from a kid. they suspect the holidays are boss monsters.

Kris... they don't exactly see eye to eye. crimson has TRIED winning Kris over? but Kris hates them no matter what so crimson just shrugged it off and said "fk it imma show you how EVIL I can be instead now."

they don't really understand Kris. what's up with them? what are they planning? did they plan all that?

they have a feeling ralsei to a hiding something and that the roaring is more than just titans...

something about the world collapsing on itself because the ballance has been thrown off. it's TOO FAMILIAR.

it almost would seem like a plausible explanation for sans's personality shift.

titans... angels... or are these simply the way the people in this world conceptualize a "code error" or "glitches" ?

[wonderjanga]

I love your headcanons!!! Do you think that with Fawcett being a time bubble and magical influence and when new technology is introduced to the city that it changes? Like the engineers study magic as well due to the proximity to the Rock of Eternity? I'd imagine like perpetual motion machines do exist and parts of the plumbing system are fantastical magic animals. Like the old telephone wires are autonomous snake-like entities that Marvel has to untangle sometimes. (They do get tangled up). It's all very surreal and dream logic stuff.

I would love to see what's under the hoods of their cars. Do they run on pixie dust or dragon tears? Are there small sprites keeping it all together?

I’ve actually never really thought about this but here are some ideas! I think they would study magic when getting engineering degrees cause I’m pretty sure they’d just think of it as apart of engineering maybe. Like for example, when building houses they’d make fairy doors in certain places. I also think that instead of Lightbulbs for street lamps they hire fairies every night to make themselves light up. They get payed in pretty stones. Detectives can hire ghosts to help solve crimes. I think their cars run on either, but they’d be higher quality gas so most people would use normal gas. I also think there would be lawyers who work specifically with cases about fae. There’s gonna be lawyers to get that first born back. People might use magical herbs in everyday cooking too. Like someone might get a dried leaf called mystic petals because when ground up, they taste similar to sugar. (The plant makes hair, skin, and eye color more vibrant) One of the teachers at an elementary school is a Lich that has nothing better to do but teach. Or a Centaur works as a PE teacher. I also think that Fawcett could be so affected by magic that the buildings and sidewalks could be sentient. Like a little kid’s about to trip on a crack and the pavement moves the crack out of the way. Or someone who’s vandalizing a building gets hit in the face when the building pushes a brick out. Certain roads seal up their potholes, and maybe Billy is running down an alley being chased or something and the alley walls close up behind him cutting his pursuers off. The flowers grow all year around in a certain part of a city, it could be hot all the time in another, it could snow frequently in another, and trees could start turning orange and letting leaves fall in another because of the presence of spring, summer, fall, and winter fairies who split Fawcett up into small kingdoms. Billy oversees their diplomatic affairs. You find Santa at the grocery store buying cookie mix because “it’s cheaper here than at the North Pole”. The Spirit of Halloween would start pestering people in beginning of September to put up their Halloween decorations. The Easter Bunny would be a local attraction to go see, as it would be in a meadow every Easter making eggs and giving them to other bunnies to go hide. There’d be tones of restaurants in Fawcett with from from multiple creatures. You can go to a small place on 45th, where you can order from fairies who make sandwiches and soups using traditional fairy recipes and herbs. Or a small stand ran by orcs who sell Owlbear on a stick and roasted Blood Hawk legs. There could be a pair of yetis who sell snow cones using snow from the Himalayas. They have human flavors like grape, and yeti flavors using fruits grown from their tribes. When zombies crawl out of their grave, there’s insurance for both the damage to the coffins and the ruined grave and for people who get bitten. Doctors tweaked the polio vaccine for zombification. Wind elementals help people they favor when they fall. Water elementals help move snow from roads. Earth elementals help with construction. Fire elementals help melt down metals for jewelry stores and factories. Harpies sing for crowds. Gelatinous Cubes can be used as lubricants for machinery and extremely strong glues. I also think the rock messed with time. There are dinosaurs displayed at the zoo. Certain buildings look like they’re from different eras. Gothic architecture, favored by vampires. Victorian architecture. Neoclassical architecture. Also there are wyvern. Though they’re all the size of vultures. They’d have multiple different scale colors which have been made into jewelry or bags. Animal rights activists heavily protested that, and did the same thing they would do to mink coats in the 90’s to the dragon scale items. They threw paint on them. Mimics have exterminators to sniff them out. Shapeshifters wear certain tags while in magical form so they won’t get flagged for animal patrol. There’s also a bunch of other races such as lamia, gorgons, lizard people, homuncules, and goblins.

[lauriemarch]

i've been an older sister for eighteen years now– you'd think that i'd have a grasp on it by now. but the truth is, i'm terrible at it, i'm the kind of terrible that would get you fired from an understaffed fast food joint in the middle of a lunch rush; i'm bad at texting them back and i forget if they're seventeen or sixteen now and when i was little i would get so mad that i would cry and rage and wish they would just stop being so terrible for once in their puny little lives.

and when i was a freshman in college i saw a play about a sister and brother coming together for the anniversary of their youngest brother's death; and the characters danced and twirled around the hardness of it all but i felt it in my teeth, like a wild and rabid dog, and i knew that if one of my brothers died it could never be something i lived through. i'd have to lay down in the grave beside them and beg them to seal the tomb, cover me in dirt and let me grow wild and gnarled. i know when bad things happen to them like a distant alarm whirling around in wind thick with dust and locusts. i never see them cry anymore and i almost miss it, the tender weeping of an eleven year old.

i close my eyes and i can still see them, ten and eight, round cheeks and missing teeth, covered in fingerpaint, riding scooters, swim trunks and s'mores, clifford and the wiggles. blue and green. easter egg hunts and six in the morning on christmas day. baseball glove, wiffle ball.

i'm nothing like my brothers, i tell people. if we weren't related, we wouldn't be friends. and we're not friends, not really, but we're the same in our bones. we have the same morals and beliefs, we have the same noses when you squint, we cry over the same things and we all miss our grandma. i love you, have a good day! i text one. how'd the game go? i text the other. Yeah we just smacked them. It’s good, so far it’s been pretty fun. Love you. Thank you. Thank you tho. Morning J love you. It's going good.

Love you more.

if you could time travel to anywhere, when would you pick? i'd pick a random tuesday in 2007. i'd see the toddler legs ambling around on tan shag carpet. i'd see the toys underfoot, smell the spaghetti on the stove, i'd hear myself reciting multiplication tables like they'll save my life. i'd relish in the fact that we're all living under the same roof, safe and whole, none of our hearts have been broken and we don't understand pain that doesn't pour from bloody knees and hangnails. i'd pick up my brothers one last time, give them the piggyback rides they wanted and play airplanes all around the living room. i'd say i love you just to hear the choir sing it back.

[lauraallean]

Sea of Sands, Sea of Spores

Originally posted to my Wordpress journal on January 31, 2023

Spoiler warning: The following contains discussion about the world’s explored in Tress of the Emerald Sea and Brandon Sanderson’s Cosmere, Dune, Star Wars and Children of the Whales along with the themes of these stories. You have been warned.

Since the start of the new year, no book has perhaps caused quite as much of a stir online as the first of Brandon Sanderson’s Secret Project novels, Tress of the Emerald Sea. Announced last year, Tress is the first of four novels Sanderson fans have to look forward in the coming months.

The story itself pulls inspiration heavily both from classic fairytales and high seas adventures to regale audiences with the tale of a girl who lived upon a rock in the middle of the titular Emerald Sea. That is until she ventures away from home to rescue her prince (well, technically, he’s the son of a duke) who was kidnapped by an evil sorceress. Of course, this being a Sanderson novel, the story is filled with a litany of literary twists, subtle foreshadowing, and a smattering of Cosmere related Easter eggs thanks to the stories loquacious narrator. But perhaps one of the most unique aspects of the novel is its setting, a planet called Lumar, who’s 12 moons releases a deadly rain of aether’s onto the planets surface.

For a more in depth idea of what aether’s are, check out this entry from the Coppermind wikia. But to explain it simply, within Sanderson’s novels, an aether is an object containing investiture, the Cosmere equivalent of magic. Throughout Sanderson’s works, investiture comes in many varieties and usually requires some form of bond or trade for them to activate or manifest. In the case of Lumar, the aethers rains down on the planet in search of water, creating seas of dangerous spore-like dust upon which people have adapted to sailing on. Though each moon, it’s spores, and the colorful seas that they’ve formed aren’t fully explored during Tress’s adventures, she and her companions sail the Emerald, Crimson and Midnight Seas, and Sunlight, Zephyr and Roseite spores are utilized on board the ship. And while people have been able to find ways to make use of the spores, the story makes it clear that, no matter the variety, spores pose a grave threat to those who meddle with them. When exposed to water, each pose their own unique dangers. For instance, Emerald spores sprout into vines that grow with unnatural speed while Zephyr spores release gusts of air and Crimson spores explode into needle sharp barbs.

When discussing the worldbuilding of Tress of the Emerald Sea, Sanderson has said he’s been inspired for some time to create a world with, “a fantastical ocean, a different kind of place that you can go where people sail in something that isn’t water.” Of course, he had already done this before in creating the Cosmere’s spiritual realm where the ocean is made of glass beads. So what is it about these unnatural oceans, these alien seas, that make for such compelling story telling?

To understand this, it’s worth exploring some other examples of worlds similar to Lumar. In March of 2018, Netflix released season one of the series Children of the Whales, the first episode of which opens on a funeral, immediately painting the story in tones of gloom and mourning. As the deceased is sealed within their coffin, they’re carried off to the edge of their island home, called the Mud Whale, and cast into the seemingly endless sea of sand that surrounds them.

And while it visually resembles a traditional desert, it’s explained that the use of magic is needed in order to keep from being sucked beneath the sandy surface. Only strange fishlike creatures survive within it’s depths. And while life on the Mud Whale at first appears idyllic, if a bit uncivilized by modern comparison, it quickly becomes clear that life on the island isn’t as picturesque as it at first seems. While the inciting incident of the story is centered around them finally making contact with their first outsider in nearly a century, it is later revealed that there exists a whole world that the Mud Whale has not only been lost from but deliberately exiled out of as punishment. And while the majority of the island’s residents have access to a form of magic called thymia which is inextricably tied to the island, the price for this magic is an exceptionally shortened life span for it’s users that in return leaves most of the island’s children as orphans. Although the use of magic allows them to travel short distances from the island, the inhabitants of the Mud Whale have no control over where the currents carry them. In this instance, the unnatural ocean acts as less of a threat then it does in Tress but instead serves as a jailer.

When it comes to similar worlds that pose a more direct threat to their inhabitants, the two most well known examples are also quite similar to one another: the desert planets of Tatoine and Arrakis, of the Star Wars and Dune franchises respectively. Within both universes, finding yourself on either of these planets usually represents a downward turn of fortune. As C-3PO says of Tatooine in A New Hope, “What a desolate place this is,” and it would be hard to argue against the observation. Tatooine is made up almost entirely of an uninhabitable desert waste. And Arrakis’s reputation fairs no better. In the novel Dune, we’re first introduced the very idea of Arrakis as Paul lays in bed contemplating his families upcoming relocation to the planet. “Arrakis — Dune — Desert Planet” refrains ominously through his train of thought narrative like the beat of a distance war drum.

Of both Arrakis and Tatooine, the planets are described as nearly uninhabitable. Though neither ones sandy expanses are technically considered seas or oceans, the magnitude of their size serves to create the same sense of isolation that the vastness of an oceans casts on an island while simultaneously providing all new dangers for their residents. Brutal sand storms, predators evolved to thrive in the waste, “outsiders” who threaten the boundaries of their communities and the constant lack of life sustaining water. And yet on both these planets, humans do persevere and make lives for themselves on these plants. They do not thrive on either planet by any means, struggle and poverty seems to be the norm for inhabitants of both Tatooine and Arrakis, but humans have none the less found ways to survive on both, given enough reason. Tatooine is said to be located along important trading routes while Arrakis provides the invaluable substance called spice to the rest of the universe.

A common building on Tatooine

While the people of Lumar aren’t necessarily forced to confront their seas of spores as directly as the people living on Arrakis or Tatooine, for those who do chose to sail the spores, the danger they present is all the more real. Not only is life sustaining water a limited resource while at sea but as the story’s narrator reminds us, human beings produce plenty of water on their own, “considering the number of wet things that leak from human bodies even when they’re healthy.”

“Breathe in a burst of verdant spores, for example, and your saliva would send vines growing out of your mouth—or in more interesting cases, into your sinuses and out around your eyes.” Read the first 5 Chapters of Tress of the Emerald Sea here.

All of these stories rely heavily on the classic conflict of man versus nature and Tress of the Emerald Sea is no different.  With this story, Brandon Sanderson has created an ocean that defies our normal expectations of a maritime adventure. Sure the spore seas ripple like water and boats can sail upon them, but unlike a traditional ocean, the “water” is a substance far more volatile and each sea presents its own unique challenges to those who sail it. We see this over the course of the novel as Tress learns to face her fear of the spores and in doing so gains access to even greater power and abilities.

No matter the world, the fascination with these desert seas has been rising in popular culture (like with the recent film adaptations of Mad Max and Dune) and after seeing what Sanderson has done in subverting the normal expectations of the “unnatural ocean” trope, it’s easy to see why. On a world like Lumar, Arrakis or Tattoine, characters are forced to confront nature head on in order to survive and in doing so, often achieve far greater feats then they or their audience's ever imagined.

[saintkeaton]

Cave Music

1985-2085...

the heaven of

mystic

trimmer

scan souls

look past

skeleton dance

&

shallow graves

you need

another to see

yourself

so

there’s no getting

lost in these

woods

every direction leads to a golden shrine

cutting light like a diamond prism

bald man holds stone eastward

smiling through

tears

real tears of war & children

dissolve into rainbow mist

behind dark glasses

eyes dart back

& forth

forever

looking deep into darkness of

buffalo soul

my soul

an extension

something slapped on at

last moment in complete rush

twice locked doors

hover over

damp hallway

hammering nails to keep down moisture bulge

thy silver bird flew into mirror & lost in

great god reflection

of copper

easter egg on

good friday

tamper with sacred text

next Saturday

only day

thy Lord lay

dead

you will no longer turn to

false god with fat belly

& dead eyes & liar's smile

lies that ate up my twenties

even tried making you believe my

incredible stupidity &

all while running like a

little backstabbing fuck away from

my culture & true

God of childhood

with blue dimensions peeling back

showing you time

missed with loved ones & ghost

family that may be

insane or fake insane or wishing they were

interesting enough to

truly go insane

another thing that is to be built from

the center out!

the high thought processes &

lowbrow sustainable

mind waves of stealing other people's thoughts

only action that one needs to take for granted

26 characters dancing around in innumerable

patterns can make you cry for years

nightmare burning blue bulbs waiting in the closet

waiting to jump out & tell me

i haven’t lost anything

i have gained everything

the nothingness i used to feel permanently

peeled back

like my foresight & foreskin

i see typewriter giants

slamming keys

making sound

practicing telekinesis

communicating with millions

selling bad ideas bad ideas bad ideas

pages & pages

hiding behind the wallpaper waiting

for next generation to find

read &

believe their bullshit

hard wind through

budding trees make sounds of howling

cave music

with sticks beating on walls &

blood under fingernails

oh! children of light &

life

you are coming back aren't you?

in the lost room

my head i see golden

& silver &

copper plate hanging from wire holding dreams

& violent hope against hope for cartoon man

there's no drive-in

movies

in my head

i've never been to

one

never taken the kids but strangers have

famous faces of beauty & fakeness fill minds

eye & you eat it up!

believing the shit reality

so

angel of death sits next to us on

loveseat

we

play footsie with him

smiling & flirting

a real

true horror film!

I

i only know of one

man in Vietnam

dead uncle

ballooned up

with agent orange

extra wide in coffin

dreams

of maggot infested

neck

larva pouring out dark

hole onto kitchen floor

wife screaming lungs up

& mopping up mess of nasty

no LSD but the

real real

reality

that's the trip

but hey

spring is here &

the trees are budding…

your soul

great music hall of golden pipes blast specter

voices across endless fields of sleeping idiots

your soul

nightmare bird of flightless joy

hanging rock

pimple faced kids eat wings & dance in

empty field of graduates

your soul

backwards clock eat time

too much left

for blind men holding hands out for one

day of life & nourishment

break hands on hard work for family

meal of love & play

hide in sleeping bed dead

to world for hours as all things keep moving to

never stop again

never

never will the

ocean dry up leaving

fish to lie & rot

raw feet

with thumbnails grown &

brittle

dust & bramble

can anyone be mistaken?

nighttime smoke

bending lungs

twisting

too tar death rattle

of blood sisters pawing at crouch & ass for

release & sick pleasure of non educated

brain lust & night smoke gone too far left

can anyone be forgiven?

can anything be forgotten?

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[donnabenevientosimpingzone]

Imagine how cool a playable Donna (+Angie) would be though. I imagine the left side of the screen would be normal, but the right side would be obscure/greyscale, representing Donna’s Cadou Vision.

Sometimes you can see bright yellow dust wafting through the air on the grayscale side of the screen, representing the pollen from Donna’s mutant flowers. I imagine players can track the pollen to their parent flowers (also bright yellow) and collect them to fill up a “power bar” of sorts? That you can use in combat to disorient and stun enemies, or make yourself invisible, depending on how much pollen you use. The challenge would be to defeat/evade hostile entities without exhausting your pollen.

Player could also project their consciousness into Angie (yay playable gremlin doll!) . When you’re in Angie everything is like 4 times bigger so it must be interesting. You might have trouble climbing things, but you can use your smol to your advantage. Say, climb through an air vent to unlock a door from the other side. So many possibilities…

Oh well, sorry for the lengthy brainrot. I love all your art and ideas so much, so keep up the awesome work! I am the anon who theorized about the Beneviento family tree btw :)

Anon... how do you manage to walk with your huge brain?

Yes I would absolutely love this! A playable Donna/Angie combo would be amazing- personally I would love to play as Donna pre-Cadou and having to run/stealth/hide from Lycans and watch her entire backstory unfold.

But Donna w/Cadou would be amazingly fun! I feel like the pollen mechanic would be more akin to having to find the flowers/plant them yourself and then that flower would have a radius of affect that you can use for a short amount of time. Same with her dolls, she must carry a few in the inventory or be in an area where they’re around to use them as a defense/attack.

As for Angie- I only have one requirement- I would LOVE for her to have hidden dialogue she’ll randomly say as you’re playing her! Like when you run past a tea set in the kitchen she may say “Ohhhhh Donna forgot to drink her tea! Perhaps I should remind her... by throwing the cup!” Or something ya know? Little feral Easter eggs haha- “hidden” items you can knock over or yeet-

Btw a little off topic, but a reply from @lady-dimitrescus-spouse on your family tree ask has informed me on a theory that Angie is made from Claudia’s bones and I consider it my personal canon now. Perhaps an Easter egg dialogue if you visit Claudia’s grave as Angie?

[pigeoncoffee]

ultimate single word island names list

as you all know i loved single word town names on new leaf.. whilst ive been brainstorming names for my new horizons island i’ve compiled the ultimate single word island names list!

enjoy!

Ocean/water words: • Brook • Bay • Boat • Canal • Coral • Cove • Creek • Current • Deep • Dock • Drench • Driftwood • Drip • Drain • Gulf • Kelp • Lake • Marine • Pond • Reservoir • River • Rinse • Rill • Rockpool • Sail • Sailboat • Scuba • Spring • Snorkel • Stream • Sea • Seaweed • Seabed • Surf • Swamp • Tarn • Tide • Tidepool • Water • Yacht

Summer/Beach words: • Coast • Conch • Dock • Dune • Harbour • Palmtree • Pier • Summer • Sand • Sandcastle • Shell • Seaside • Shore • Sunburn • Sunscreen • Wharf • Vacation • Voyage

Fish/Aquatic animal words: • Barnacle • Clam • Carp • Crab • Eel • Fin • Flounder • Herring • Limpet • Lobster • Mackerel • Otter • Oyster • Plankton • Salmon • Scallop • Shark • Shrimp • Starfish • Stingray • Squid • Sunfish • Tadpole • Trout

Animal/habitat words: • Antler • Ant • Anthill • Burrow • Bee • Beehive • Bumble • Barn • Bat • Bug • Cobweb • Den • Fleece • Fur • Gull • Hive • Hornet • Honeybee • Ladybug • Ladybird • Nest • Paddock • Raven • Roost • Rook • Seagull • Snail • Toad • Web

Plant/flowers words: • Aloe • Bud • Bamboo • Bloom • Clover • Cosmos • Daffodil • Fern • Heather • Lily • Lilypad • Leaf • Lotus • Orchid • Orchard • Palm • Petal • Primrose • Rose • Stem • Seed • Sprout • Tulip • Wilt • Wilted

Forest words: • Acorn • Birch • Branch • Bramble • Bark • Chestnut • Elm • Elder • Fir • Grove • Juniper • Maple • Oak • Sycamore • Stump • Sap • Sapling • Spruce • Tree • Twig • Thicket • Wood • Yew

Other outdoor words: • Acre • Bury • Barren • Cavern • Cave • Cliff • Coal • Dale • Dell • Earth • Field • Fossil • Garden • Hill • Henge • Hedge • Isle • Island • Lawn • Leaves • Mountain • Meadow • Marsh • Moor • Moss • Nature • Peak • Pebble • Rock • Root • Stone • Shire • Thorn • Uproot • Vale • Valley • Vineyard

Food words: • Avocado • Berry • Butter • Chai • Cider • Cake • Coffee • Coconut • Currant • Egg • Eggshell • Eggnog • Fig • Fudge • Honey • Honeycomb • Icecream • Jam • Jelly • Lemon • Mushroom • Muffin • Mocha • Nut • Pancake • Pear • Pea • Pie • Peanut • Pickle • Popsicle • Radish • Rice • Raisin • Rum • Sesame • Sushi • Syrup • Toast • Walnut

Herb/spices names: • Basil • Chive • Cinnamon • Clove • Dill • Fennel • Herb • Mustard • Nutmeg • Parsley • Saffron • Sage • Spice • thyme

Calm words: • Airy • Away • Awe • Aura • Calm • Drowsy • Dream • Hope • Haven • Haze • Lazy • Lull • Nurture • Quiet • Relax • Rest • Safe • Soft • Serene • Slumber • Silent • Yawn

Cosy Words: • Blanket • Boots • Cotton • Cosy • Cinder • Flannel • Glove • Knit • Knitted • Mitten • Quilt • Raincoat • Sweater • Slipper • Teapot • Teacup • Warmth • Weave • Woven • Yarn

Cute words: • Adore • Blush • Bonny • Cupid • Cuddle • Dainty • Delicate • Ethereal • Fluff • Giggle • Glitter • Lovely • Precious • Sweet • Wonder

City/Town/Building words: • Cabin • Camp • Campsite • Cottage • Home • House • Igloo • Inn • Loft • Mill • Market • Park • Road • Shelter • Street • Tunnel • Tavern • Village • Ville

Weather/time of day words: • Blizzard • Dusk • Dawn • Draft • Drizzle • Downpour • Fog • Flood • Flurry • Gust • Hail • Humid • Mist • Misty • Midnight • Noon • Night • Overcast • Rain • Rainfall • Raindrop • Rainbow • Rise • Storm • Soleil • Sunset • Sun • Season • Sleet • Typhoon • Thunder • Weather • Wind

Seasonal words: Spring/Easter: • April • Crisp • Dew • Dewdrop • Easter • Farm • Farmyard • Floral • Florist • Flourish • Grow • Growth • Hatch • June • Plantpot

Autumn/Halloween: • Afraid • Bale • Bonfire • Cackle • Casket • Creep • Coffin • Costume • Carve • Cemetery • Chilling • Disguise • Eerie • Fall • Fright • Frighten • Firework • Grave • Ghoul • Ghost • Grim • Gore • Hay • Harvest • Howl • Haunt • Haunted • Halloween • Lantern • Morbid • November • Phantom • Rake • Strange • Scream • Scare • Spook • Tomb • Trick • Wicked • Witch • Warlock • Zombie

Winter/Christmas: • Arctic • Chill • Carol • Elf • Festive • Frost • Frostbite • Firewood • Gift • Garland • Holly • Holiday • Ice • Iced • Icy • Icicle • Jingle • Jolly • Merry • Noel • Nativity • Ornament • Present • Reindeer • Rudolph • Scrooge • Sleigh • Snow • Skate • Snowman • Snowball • Stocking • Tinsel • Winter • Wreath • Yule • Yulelog

Mystical words: • Amulet • Cauldron • Chalice • Conjure • Coven • Charm • Cherub • Enchant • Fairy • Fairies • Gargoyle • Goblet • Goblin • Golem • Gnome • Hidden • Hex • Imp • Myth • Nymph • Potion • Spirit • Sprite • Spell • Secret • Shadow • Siren • Wand • Wander

Gem stone words: • Amethyst • Amber • Jasper • Jade • Onyx • Opal • Sapphire • Topaz • Quartz

Colour words: • Bronze • Blush • Fuchsia • Hazel • Ivory • Linen • Ochre • Pale • Peach • Pewter • Sepia • Seafoam • Tawny

Space words: • Aurora • Asteroid • Cosmic • Crescent • Eclipse • Gravity • Luna • Mercury • Meteor • Moon • Nebula • Orbit • Planet • Solar • Star • Venus • Zodiac

Direction words: • Around • Across • Above • East • Far • North • Over • South • Under • West

Other words: • Ash • Ablaze • Beam • Backpack • Dust • Ever • Edge • End • Echo • Cranny • Comb • Frail • Gutter • Hole • Lune • Lush • Letter • Nimble • Nook • Old • Plain • Paper • Rinse • Range • Ridge • Rust • Rusted • Rot • Rotted • Silk • Set • Settle • Sponge • Swelter • Swell • Smog • Urn • Umbrella • Vain • Vile • View • Way • World

[berrymeter]

okay i hadn’t heard of the secret route but i watched a playthrough and wow scarring! just slowly and deliberately traumatizing noelle my favorite character and breaking the key plot elements of the game. and i never would have noticed because it requires such specific parameters! wild and horrible. and yeah the two knights chess allegory makes a+ sense! although it’s probably not a matter of good knight bad knight since player character AS EVIDENCED BY SECRET ROUTE can also suck and be bad.. i wonder what other knight’s motivations are and how they interact with pacifist and genocide routes. would that be them slashing the tires in the end then? i mean so much goes over my head because i barely remember chapter 1 and i care more about susie and noelle talking about their feelings than any plot related foreshadowing. and there’s a million easter eggs everywhere that i’ll never know i didn’t find. just how toby intended.

oh honestly i liked chapter 1’s soundtrack better it felt more memorable! but chapter 2’s was fuller i think. the car parts are just how traffic is in my city so 😌 and spamton in my route was just a creepy little computer man so imagine me seeing ppl talk abt his tortured backstory and motivations. like Please I Do Not Care LMAO as queen would say. i’d rather fucking rouxls kaard be the next sexyman at least he’s an idiot and has better legs!! -tt

RIGHT it's so specific!! it was found via datamining which makes sense bc how the fuck else would you find this snfkjsdhfj. literallyyy terrible -_-

and berdly dying... although i have a theory he might be stuck between existence & nonexistence (or like a coma) in a fucked up way bc the enemies were *frozen* and didn't necessarily die like what if they were unthawed? (i know it's thawed. but unthawed is dear to me) but also the fountain being sealed implies the characters that were frozen there stopped existing as characters since this specific dark world would've disappeared the way lancer's did. i'm also pretty sure in this world monsters still fade into dust upon dying bc when you go to the cemetery and talk to the priest he tells you they buried a hammer in his father's grave which implies they don't have anything else to bury? but anyway i don't like this :)

AND YEAH i was wondering what the implications were then if you do Abuse Simulator route. i don't think we know enough atm to really say though :( pains me bc iiii hate having questions left unanswered sndkjfdgh and it prob will take at least two years before we get the next chapters. ough. i wish i were u ansdkjfhd i'm just dying to know these things ahhh... although i also just want casual little happiness for my besties i don't play toby fox games solely for the Normal bits HJKSDHFK

NO YEAH THE TRAFFIC PARTS ARE... me when i have an appointment and not a single fucking car will let me pass <3 i hate it here ppl in the countryside were nicer. also that's fair ahdsjkdfh chapter 1 didn't really mark me though, i have a lot more tracks from chapter 2 on my playlist :pensive: (too lazy to add the actual emoji i'm on computer LMAO)

i actually kinda like spamton! the fact that his secret boss theme directly takes leitmotifs from power of neo & dummy! feels Important somehow. he also has mettaton neo's body at that point which hmmm but also WHERE IS THE METTS OF TONS GIVE HIM BACK TONBY. as for his backstory & stuff it's... idk it makes me really sad nskdjfndsh those games evoke a lot of compassion in me bc i'm a fool (i don't even hate the king of spades!! hello!!!) so here we are. i don't want rouxls to be the next sexyman though. he IS a silly guy but i don't want people to turn him into a character people don't want to see online like a lot of people feel about sans :( he's my funnyguy...

spamton being a sexyman fits bc sexyman isn't a qualification you want your favourite character to have UNLESS you're into sexymen DHQSJKFHSKJ i think he fits the bill perfectly. he also has a fucked up speech pattern that's honestly fun to me and the "now's your chance to be a big shot" will Not exit my brain which...? typical of a sexyman methinks. rouxls can just be a beloved idiot. also on the better legs i HOPE u mean spamton's normal not-mettaton legs Or Else..... /j

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Homme Fatale -Dentist!Vampire!Taemin X Reader

homme fatale 

i. e. An undoubtedly seductive and dangerous man. One with a smile that would be too cruel not to kiss and a cherubic face with a temperament that’s anything but innocent. 

Summary: He was cloaked by the smell of death and wore it as armor. His life had little meaning, he pillaged through the world only to beguile and destroy as his veins hummed with bloodlust and selfish need. Nocturnal creatures should not be swayed by the beating hearts of the living but when Taemin catches a glimpse of you, a mortal in possession of a treacherous supernatural gift, he is faced with the temptation to claim you as his own. At his mercy, you discover a darkness in yourself that you’ve never dared to explore and you never imagined it could taste so sweet.

Genre: Smut, Romance, Dentist AU, Vampire AU, Supernatural, Horror, Lyric fic inspired by WANT MV and other Taemin song lyrics (easter eggs abound)

Rating: M for sexual content, death, and blood

Pairing: Taemin x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k+

You’d always had an unhealthy fascination with death. With autumn winds and the way the colors seemed even more vibrant just before everything fell and turned cold. When you were a child you’d been scared of the dark just like everyone else, until the day that same darkness befriended you. 

Your parents always said you’d had an overactive imagination growing up. That you’d kept invisible friends far longer than your classmates and that maybe this was due to the fact that they had never given you any siblings but they were wrong. Your friends were not imaginary, they were just unable to communicate with anyone else. 

It was on your tenth birthday that you first had a full conversation with a ghost. The little girl with blonde hair and green eyes was named Pomona and she seemed to like the same games and books you did. She loved building tree houses in the woods even though she couldn’t carry anything herself. She took sips of the green tea you served her by leaning into the cup with her tongue. 

Even though your visitor glided through walls with ease she was still able to keep down a meal. You’d laughed at her manners and held her hand. To your surprise, you felt the touch of her smooth skin as you never had been able to before. It was then that you knew you were truly different, you would never be able to unsee the spectors that appeared every day before you walking in the streets beside you. Not only was the veil lifted from your eyes unlike others around you but you seemed to be a part of their world as well and it had made Pomona’s departure from you as she ascended to join her family that much harder. 

When your parents had died in a car crash right on the outskirts of town you had thought that maybe this was why you’d been born with these gifts, that maybe your life of living like a pariah was all so that you could have this chance to communicate with your parents even in the afterlife. But there was no apparition. No voices that called for you from the curtain that separated the living from the dead.  And with that hope of communication gone you were left with a gaping hole inside of you but you continued on living in the world as invisibly as you could. It wasn’t hard to do in the small town of Ampleforth where everyone knew their neighbors but still kept to themselves and their clicks. The crowd around your age kept at a distance and the elders that passed you by in the grocery store looked at you with sympathy or rather through you at the poor orphan who never made friends easily. 

During your teenage years you’d had your share of otherworldly lovers. They came eagerly when you called to them while your parents refused to answer you from beyond. It didn’t matter how many candles you lit in your loneliness or how many beautiful fantoms kissed you with lips cold as hell. You never let them possess your soul. You never gave away the reigns of control to anyone.

That isn’t to say you hadn’t tried making living friends. However, most people in Ampleforth didn’t want to think about anywhere beyond Lastshire the next town over. You wanted to travel, you believed that to see the world was to live and you wanted to leave once you had enough money to do so. The townspeople were stuck in their roots and their old ways and even technology was a bit rustic. You often found yourself using the library wifi outside laying on the lawn with Emma, the only friend who really understood you even without knowing your secret in full beyond your morbid curiosities. And today, like any other Friday night was no exception. 

You looked away from your book to glance at her as she laughed aloud and continued to scan her phone. You bookmarked the page where Mr. Rochester disguised as a gypsy woman tells Jane her fortune for what must have been the tenth time you’ve read it over the years and move closer to Emma. 

“What are you reading?” You asked her curiously. “Fanfiction of course,” Emma said smiling. You joined her, reading along and smiling at the fact that someone was so comfortable around you even when you remained silent. 

The graveyard was especially chilly at sunset. You placed your freehand in your pocket to warm it and clutched the bag of glazed donuts and bouquet of white lilies to your chest with the other. Your parents graves resided on the grounds of St. Samael church, though the grounds hadn’t been tended in ages. After enemy troops from the Battle of Cymadd two-hundred years before took refuge in its walls it was seen as a sacrilege to worship here. Your mother and father however had lovely memories of picnics and stolen kisses on these grounds where no one would look for them and so when their will had stated that they were to be buried here in the desecrated church you hadn’t batted an eye though the tongues of Ampleforth had wagged.

You knelt before their graves and blew off the dried leaves. You divided the flowers evenly between them and placed a donut on each of the stones as you sat beside them and ate the rest. The anniversary of their death always washed you with a flood of anxiety. It was foolish to think that maybe on this day the abyss driven between you and them would be broken and they would appear before you. On the other hand you chided yourself for such selfish wishes. They were happy in their own paradise and only an ungrateful daughter would wish them to visit the earth once more, even if it was to say goodbye. 

The tears came then, unbidden. You lay on your back and shut your eyes. Shutting the pain away simultaneously for crying never could erase the scars.  At least here in the darkness you knew yourself even when your own thoughts were frightening and loud to your own ears. 

Your mind was filled with the epitaphs of the graves that stood tall here around you, phases passed your eyelids like shooting stars.

Life is but the whisper of death, in sleep we are merely participants of a new condition. 

To have loved and lost I know this, there is no greater torment than to love that which parishes.

Just as the last strokes of light were painting the sky you felt the cold hands of death embrace you at your shoulders. You opened your eyes quickly to find a young girl looking down at you in concern. Her wide blue eyes fringed by long lashes reminded you of a porcelain doll. The frigid bite of her fingers and her flawless features confirmed she was a ghost and one most likely buried here in St. Samael by the look of her outdated lilac petticoats. A giant bow rested at the back of her head, holding her raven hair away from her face as it cascaded over her shoulder. 

“I miss my parents too.” the girl said quietly.

“What’s your name? What’s keeping you from passing on and joining them.” You ask softly.

“My name is Callitae, and I stayed so that I could visit my father who still roams this earth visible to the living.”

“That’s not possible, if your father were still on earth he would be a ghost same as you.” You said in confusion.

“My father is very much dead but it is not his time to turn to dust either. However, the wheel of time seems to be running quickly for you, it comforts me to know that in your heart it is not death you fear but loneliness.” And with those bleak words she vanished into the mist of dusk.

You made your way along the path to your car, careful not to trip over rocks and the overgrowth of the untamed forest as all the while you felt the eyes of an unfamiliar presence upon you wolflike in its intensity. You moved a little faster and didn’t look back.

~ One Year Later ~

 Aldermire castle was at the very edge of Ampleforth, it was so named for its seemingly endless grounds of alder trees that swayed in honeyed light green shades against the sun. It was more of a manor than a castle but according to gossip that became legend, the man who once lived there with his wife and servants had the tastes and charisma of a king. He’d been a general during the battle of Cymadd with many honors to his name praising his valor and ferocity on the fields. This granted him favor in the eyes of many of the council but some were wary of him for he seemed to possess an almost inhuman tolerance for pain. 

He’d survived the torture masters of the enemy when he was captured and taken prisoner as none before him had. When he’d come back home to Aldermire and his wife he’d seemed like a living corpse. He recovered quickly under his wife’s care however, and by spring their first and last child was born for the mother died soon after. 

The master of Aldermire grew more reclusive in his grief and never took in visitors. He raised his daughter on his own but she was a delicate creature born before her time and prone to sickness easily. When she died of the plague that ravished Ampleforth faster than forest fire he lost the last anchor to life that he had and in his sorrow, it was said that he burned the castle locking himself inside as well. Even so, Aldermire was spared complete collapse as servants rushed to put out the flames but his body had never been found. 

As you drove past the alder trees and took in the overgrown vines that clung to the castle like the brambles of Thornfield Hall in Jane Eyre, a sense of excitement washed over you. You’d tried to catch glimpses of the castle before in your childhood but the forest had been so thick and the barbed wires attached to ‘no trespassing’ signs had looked so menacing you’d given up until that morning when Emma had called to say that “the creepy castle” you’d always wanted to explore as a child was now sold to the new dental surgeon in town who had renovated it as his clinic. 

It seemed the surgeon had appeared overnight, so quick were these renovations and appointments from patients in towns even farther than Lastshire but supposedly he’d been fixing the place a year in advance before ever stepping foot in Ampleforth. You supposed it was quite odd for a man of his profession to move so often but really what did you know of wealthy people and their judgment. 

The grounds were beautiful with crimson roses and golden apple trees. It was like something out of a fairytale when you pulled up at the driveway and walked up the stone path. You knocked on the heavy wooden door with its brass knocker, your heart racing all the while as you tidied your appearance and took in the words in bronze lettering in Latin above the door that read: VENI, VIDI, VICI. I came, I saw, I conquered.  An intriguing surgeon indeed.

A  middle-aged woman opened the door with a smile, her red heels and black mini skirt made you feel a bit self-conscious in your jean shorts and white blouse as you followed the sway of her hips inside. You noticed the white gauze bandage at her neck and wondered at if for a moment before turning your attention to the interior of Aldermire. 

 You were happy to see that though the new owner had renovated the castle for a clinic he seemed to want to keep the atmosphere of what the estate might have been like before. While some rooms had been entirely rebuilt to resemble a white-walled art studio, others seemed untouched by time and filled with bookshelves, upholstered chairs, and artwork against the old stone walls. 

You stopped in the hall to look at the paintings. All of them were memento mori’s displaying the reminder of mortality in its depictions of flower-filled vases, candles, fruits, and skulls. 

You peeked into room after room till you came to one with a small shooting range. The door was wide open as all the others had been. It seemed the owner loved showing his collections to the public though you felt that this room should surely be locked. Guns lined the far wall along with other combat gear. Well, at least the weapons seemed secure behind the glass cases. 

“The master of the house is an excellent hunter,” The receptionist said, turning to look at you. “I do believe it is one of his favorite hobbies.” You nodded, taking one last look at the room before continuing to follow her down the hall to yet another room with stark white walls.

“You may wait in this room,” the receptionist said with another bright smile as she motioned you forward into what looked like a surgical lounge chair with mirrors facing you on all sides. Before you could protest that you weren't planning on having any teeth extracted she was out of the room, shutting the door firmly behind her. 

The room was far too cold. You shiver under the thin material of your blouse as you take in the smell of cleaning chemicals and fruity furniture spray. Your spine tingles at the waft of air that assaults you from the vent above your head, the metal chair you are seated in presses against the back of your thighs like ice. 

 Along the walls of the room were bookcases, carefully filed papers, a small world globe, and to your trepidation an entire metal table covered in a white cloth that was filled with instruments. Some of which you wondered if they really were for teeth or something else entirely. Your stomach twisted with apprehension as you took in the empty syringes but before you could make your way to the door you heard footsteps approaching and you quickly sat down again.  

The door rattled open and you shifted your attention to the man who walked in. To your amazement, he was younger than you imagined. He in his mid-twenties maybe. He was very attractive which was not to be taken lightly in your mind for you had seen a great deal of beautiful spirits and judging by the way he held himself with such confidence in his stride he full well knew it too. 

If you’d seen him anywhere else you would imagine he was a model or singer instead of a dental surgeon. He was dressed in the most strikingly bright red suit you had ever seen and his blond hair was combed back revealing his forehead in a contradictingly neat but disheveled manner as if he had just run his hand through it before walking in.

 “Hello, are you Dr. Lee?” You said. 

His smile was bright enough to be plastered on every teeth-whitening poster in the lobby. “Please call me Taemin,” he said with a pronounced accent. You remember reading that he had transferred ownership of his successful clinic in South Korea to travel abroad setting up clinics from state to state and renting out large houses. Again you wondered why a surgeon as successful as he would travel so much. But then maybe he just liked the change of scenery. Certainly if you had the opportunity to see the world you would take it. Your brain was trying to piece the whole thing together rationally but under his very direct gaze, you felt exposed and flustered as you never had before. 

“What is your name?” He asked as he went to a drawer at the side of the chair and pulled out a white apron that fastened at the hips. His leg brushed yours as he closed the drawer and you shifted in your seat. His proximity making you nervous and excited even. The way his familiar blue eyes seemed to pierce you as he asked such an ordinary question made you wonder if what he really asked for was so much more. Where had you seen eyes like his before? You felt a bit lightheaded the more you tried to remember. 

At this moment you believed that if this total stranger asked anything of you, you’d give in without hesitation. There was something captivating about his aura, possessive even. For the first time in your life, you found yourself enjoying the feeling of being so inexorably won over, it was more than a little intoxicating. 

You mumbled your name aloud, thankful that your voice didn’t shake.

Taemin proceeded to put on elbow-length black gloves made of soft glittering velvet. Definitely not something anyone would want to use on a patient, you thought. They were more fit for a goth cinderella at a Halloween mask ball than anything else. This image would have made you laugh if it wasn’t for the fact that he looked so damn sexy putting them on. He held one of the gloves between his teeth as he pulled the fabric slowly up his arm.

When he finished he came so close to your ear you could smell his cologne full of spice and gardenias as he whispered, “I think you know I’m not the kind of dentist you’re used to” his hot breath against your earlobe and his words made your heart race and your legs squeeze together. Your curiosity overriding your fear as you answered,

 “I’m more than okay with that.”

He pulled back and smiled warmly, seemingly satisfied by this answer. He brought his gloved fingertip to your collarbone and moved his hand slowly till his fingers clasped your chin pulling it up to look at him. His eyes changed from blue to crimson and before you could fully process the fact that yet another one of your lovers was undoubtedly inhuman, his plump lips were at your neck kissing a trail down your chest as he effortlessly unbuttoned your blouse and unpinned your bra, throwing each to the floor. 

Your entire body was on fire now and he hadn’t even begun. You felt your body arch into his kisses on your skin and you gasped as you looked down to see him unzipping your jeans with his teeth. He pulled the material past your ankles and tossed them aside as well.

His gloved hands spread your knees apart as if you were a book he so desperately wanted to read. His lips moved to the inside of your thighs, nipping at your skin lightly as he went and purposely skipping over where you craved him the most. It was torturous till he blew on your already embarrassingly wet underwear, sending a shiver through you. 

“You have no self-control,” He said with amusement. “We can change that,” he lifted your hips and removed the last article of clothing before kneeling before you. And then he was painting butterflies against you with every skillful stroke of his tongue. Your small whimpers escalated to moans as you disheveled his hair further. 

“You want it more, don’t you?” Taemin said, pulling away and licking his lips. “And you’ll always be left wanting more, thirsting for more of me.”

“Yes, I do want you,” you said boldly surprised by your own shameless actions as you pulled him closer. 

  “My patients are usually so boring,” he said with a devilish laugh. Handsome devil. You thought as he continued. “Usually a syringe of blood is all I take and I tidy their minds so that they forget any unpleasant feelings but with you, no. Compulsion is not necessary, I want you to savor every moment till you fall for me without limit, beyond all instinct or reasoning just as I have fallen for you.”

 He moves to your neck again and this time you could feel sharp teeth graze your skin. He gripped your shoulders before piercing your flesh with his fangs. Your initial gasp of pain soon turns to pleasure as he drinks heavily from you. In a world overrun by ghosts why did the existence of vampires surprise you? You gazed into the mirrors that surrounded you and watched as blood trickled across your skin. Taemin’s reflection was nowhere to be seen, light seeped through him as if he wasn’t there at all.  An airy groan escapes you again when he pulls your hair back to allow better access to your neck. 

You move from the chair to stand and raise one leg to his hip. He loosens his grip on your hair then, taking you by the waist and lifting you effortlessly,  mounting you against him. “What sweet forbidden fruit you are.” He says as he licks the droplets of blood left on your neck and circles the two small punctures with his tongue so harshly you’re sure it will bruise. 

“I’m all you will see now, I’m your new world,” Taemin said before sealing that promise with a kiss. His lips claim yours hungrily and you responded just as fiercely, your tongue probing his in a battle for dominance as you moved against him. The taste of him and the mingling coppery trace of your blood made you realize you’d been starving and only he could satiate you now.

He carried you across the room, opening a door in the back that led to what must have been his bedroom. He gently set you on the floor and you took in the room. It was dimly lit with beautiful candelabras, an armour, and several paintings. The bed with its intricately carved mahogany headboard and satin white sheets was at the center. 

“Get on the bed, love.” He says as he moves towards the corner of the room.

You do so nervously, laying back against the pillows and watching Taemin open a cage. Your eyes widen as black snakes slither free. They seemed to stop and look to him for guidance and Taemin looked them in the eye and said, “be gentle with our new pet.” 

Your heart beats wildly as the snakes come toward you but you dare not move. This was some sort of test you knew and even though a small part of you wanted to bolt, a larger, more insistent thrum of curiosity and anticipation overwhelmed you. The snakes were each quite beautiful in the way that some lovely things are terrifying. Their glossy scales shone under the candlelight as two furled around your ankles and two more held your wrists bound against the bedposts. They were long enough that their bodies circled the posts several times. Their pink forked-tongues seemed to taunt you as they watched you squirm. Another glided up your stomach and between your breasts only to coil itself around your neck and fall asleep against the warmth of your skin. 

“You are a prisoner to it all now, my love,” Taemin said as he removed his right glove with his teeth and slipped two fingers inside you. You engulfed him greedily, blissfully surrendering to the slow movements of his fingers and the way you lost control of your hips as you writhed against your restraints. “You’re a prisoner to this heat, to my touch, and to my voice.” He said in a singsong that encompassed your senses. 

“I’ll tease you slowly,” Taemin said as his gloved hand rubbed circles against you, the velvety fabric sending shockwaves coursing through your body to the tips of your toes as they curled. “-Until the only name you taste against that pretty little mouth of yours is mine.” Your shuddering climax is met with erratic breaths as you will yourself not to beg for more. Here you were bare and shaking sweatily before him as he stood, still fully clothed and collected looking down on you with that deceitfully cherubic face. It sent daggers to your pride and yet how willingly you accepted your fate. 

Sensing your thoughts he began to undress as calmly and languorously as he did everything else. He seemed to take delight in the show he was putting on for you. His eyes glowed with mischief as he undid the last button of his suit and you found yourself unable to look away. He was muscular yet grace filled his form. He was a walking paradox, lithe and powerful all at once.

“My very existence is a sin,” Taemin said as he climbed onto the bed. “An unholy predator whose thirst will never be satisfied. And you love, are my prey.” 

He kissed you again and suddenly you found that the world was no longer monochrome but dripping with color. You felt alive as you never had before. The grey world died as his naked body danced with your naked soul and you felt as if you were drenched in light. Vulnerable yet safe, adrift in a pure deep sea. You wanted to drown in this time with him, you crashed into one another as waves on a moon-white shore. 

You want to trace the valley of his arms, you want to touch him though you can’t reach him. That is when you feel the snakes release you. You embrace him fully and in this moment, words aren’t necessary. 

You surfaced breathless and entranced as you took in his eyes again, they melted into deep blue once more. Your hearts beat to the same rhythm as Taemin moved to lay beside you. It was at that moment as he held you in his arms that your memory resurfaced, his eyes were the same as the raven-haired girl’s in the graveyard you’d seen a year before. She had her father’s eyes you realized.

He seemed to read the question in your eyes for he said, “Yes, Callie is my daughter. She was born here and she died here within these walls just as her mother did. It was my fault she died.” He said, shaking his head. “My wife couldn't bear to see me suffer, when the enemy commander turned me into a monster I turned against them and after that massacre I refused to follow my new instincts and feed. I was stubborn and prideful and when I came back to her arms I was weak. She gave me her blood without care for herself and like a beast, I drained her slowly and gave in to what we wanted most: a child. She couldn’t have known how baring a Child of Night would cause her to suffer but I should have known better. If I hadn’t weakened her so, if-”

“Shhh,” You drew your fingers to his lips to silence him and pulled him to your breast, wrapping your arms around him firmly. “She loved you and she did what she wanted to do for you and for her beautiful daughter. I know that she wouldn’t have wanted anything more than to have her no matter the consequence.” 

He took your wrist and brought it to his lips, then he traced your blue veins with the pad of his thumb before he said, “I knew from the moment I beheld you laying in the graveyard under that brilliant amber sunset that your soul was seeking mine. I pursued you shamelessly afterward as if you were tethered to me and I couldn’t let you go. You haunted my thoughts and made me care as I never thought I could again. It is a lie that the Children of Night are soulless and heartless, ours are bound to this earth as much as any mortal and they burn just as brightly.”

You entwined your fingers with his. 

“In your eyes I saw that we both shared the same spirit.” Taemin said brushing a kiss to your forehead. “We both fear being trapped but most of all we fear the way we isolate ourselves, there is no life, no death for us but rather a long and lonely road filled with people who see straight through us.”

“I know what you mean,” You said. “We are alone in ways no one else can begin to understand and yet I want to know you better than I know myself.”

“I never want to lose the one I love ever again,” Taemin said earnestly, he took your hands in his and squeezed them. ��Would you spend forever with me till the earth itself crumbles with the weight of falling stars? Would you give me your soul to hold as my equal? All that I ask of you is to love me, respect me, obey me and I will be your slave for all of eternity.” 

“Then I am yours completely, in heart, body, and soul, I am yours just as you are mine.” You said. 

“It won't be painless,” He said with worry written in his eyes.

“Death is earned is it not?” You said, looking at him confidently. “I trust you.” You said more quietly.

“You scare me a great deal.” He said. You laughed at that, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because you make me want to be a better man. My love, I am no angel. I am devious.” He ran his free palm against your cheek and you leaned into his touch. “My hands are stained from murder, and yet you trust them completely. I am selfish to want you and cruel to take you into darkness with me. I am a demanding creature but I am your servant.”

He took off one of his rings and slipped it onto your finger. It was gold inlaid with sapphire jewels the color of his eyes in the shape of a laurel crest. “This will protect you from the sunlight once the transition is completed.” Taemin said, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and over the ring. “Never take it off, promise me.” 

“I promise.”

He brought his right hand to his mouth, his fangs elongated once more as they had when he’d feed on you and in one swift motion he pierced his wrist. His deep purple-red blood spilled like wine across the sheets. He took the blood into his mouth before bringing his lips to yours. 

His blood scorched the walls of your throat and trickled at the corner of your mouth. It singed the skin of your heart till you felt so full of him that you didn’t know whose body belonged to whom anymore. It was a dizzying kind of love, hypnotic and consuming in its luster. Sometimes love is sweet, You thought. You were drunk on this emotion and the taste of him. He was under your skin, he was flowing through your veins.

He licked the blood that had dripped at the corner of your mouth clean and pulled away to look at you. “Until we meet again, love.” Taemin said, before placing a satin covered pillow over your face.

Sometimes love is brutally soft. You thought as you lost consciousness. 

~ Epilogue ~

His scent tickles your nose and calls your limbs to arise from the ashes of your former self. 

“Welcome to hell my queen.” 

The voice in the darkness was sweet to hear. Your eyes open, light purple and full of lethal newborn lust for the blood of your sire, your soulmate, your king who smiles above you.

The impulse to feed is like a maelstrom consuming your senses. All you want is him, his blood, and his body against yours. He lays on the bed beside you and tilts his head in invitation. 

You crawl towards him, straddling his hips and piercing your fangs to his throat eagerly. You nibble and mewl against his collarbone when his skin does not break beneath you. He laughs at your frustration and gently strokes your hair. He reaches for your chin, lifting it to eye level and brushing the pad of his fingers against your small fangs till the tiniest drops of blood fall and you lick his fingers clean. 

“You're like a newborn kitten,” Taemin says in your mind. His voice inside your head sends a ripple of joy through your body. You'd thought you’d learned what true unity felt like but you’d never experienced this, an all-consuming warmth and wholeness. “Try again innocent one, this time tilt your head upwards as you elongate your fangs.” 

Your desire to please him was almost as vigorous as your hunger. You moved to his neck again and did as he instructed. 

“That’s my kitten,” he said. You beam under his praise as you quench your thirst. You find it’s not enough and you move to his lips instead. You kissed him like nightfall devouring the sun, an eclipse under a diamond sky. You were dangerous now you thought with glee as Taemin pulled you closer, closer towards the whisper of forever. And then you smiled when he said in your mind, When we align, will you or I be the moon? You bit his bottom lip and tugged it playfully in reply. 

[askthedustbowl]

Did did Hermes and/or the Muses ever show Eurydice Orpheus' embarrassing baby photos? Cause if so I wanna hear about it lol

You wanted embarrassing, but I’m on my Missing Calliope Bullshit right now so this is what you’re getting please forgive!

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“No, Clio, please -- no you really don’t have to--!”

Orpheus’ plea fell on deaf ears, as Clio flopped down next to Eurydice, opening up a well loved photo book. Orpheus slouched down into the chair and covered his face, trying to hide his blush as he braced himself for what he hoped would never come.

“Chill out, Orpheus,” Eurydice chucked, smiling brightly over at the lanky boy, trying to disappear into the recliner. She was grateful for Clio, and for her ability to keep track of everything. She had no pictures of herself from before she was 14. Had no keepsakes of a childhood she wasn’t even sure she really experienced.

But Orpheus? Orpheus had masses of photos. Home videos of women in varying ages helping him stand, reading with him. Clio started handing her pictures one by one. 

“That boy probably has more photos than Erato,” Clio said, sliding a picture of a little baby in a high chair with peas scattered in front of him. “Which is quite a feat...” 

Clio kept handing her pictures, explaining the context of each of them with a smile. A kid with his two front teeth missing, sitting front row at the ballet. Orpheus, standing on the sink, with his little blue hands, helping dye his aunt’s hair. Sitting on the stool at the Dust Bowl. Christmas mornings. Easter egg hunts. 

"This is my favourite one,” Clio said, smiling. She held the photo gently, lost in the moment that it captured. Eurydice saw joy and contentment in her face, but grief and melancholy flash before her eyes. Even though she knew they weren’t blood related, Eurydice could see a striking resemblance between Clio and Melpomene. 

“Which one, Clio?” Orpheus said, his head popping up, trying to get a glimpse of the picture. Clio shook her head and handed it to Eurydice. 

Eurydice took the photo gently and flipped it around. Oh, she couldn’t help but think. Couldn’t look away from the woman in the picture, who looked oh so much like her poet. Or rather, her poet looked an awful lot like her. 

In the picture, Orpheus was an infant, tucked in between Calliope’s legs, a guitar in front of them. His hands were on the fret board and the strings, and hers rested on top of his. There was a red ribbon lying on the bed near the woman’s feet. The photo was taken from the doorway. Clio would have been able to tell that it was taken by Melpomene. That it was from the period of time when Cal and Orpheus were between apartments. But as Eurydice looked at the photo, she couldn’t help but feel like she was intruding on a special moment.

“Is that... is that her?” Eurydice asked quietly, not pulling her eyes away from the photograph. She could hear the smile in Orpheus’ voice. 

“Yeah, that’s her. And that’s the guitar I have at home. It was my sixth birthday, and everyone pitched in to get me my own guitar.” She looked up at Orpheus and smiled at him without speaking. He had taken her to Calliope’s grave recently, and had become a lot more open in terms of talking about her, and sharing her with Eurydice. She felt lucky that she was even getting to know her by association. 

He smiled back at her. But the smile died down when he heart Clio giggle again.

“Want to see his old school photos?”

[liliallowed]

wonderland

these are technically for chapter two of dust grave but screw it...

it's just like... the general vibe of chapter2 summarized crudely in this image...

sorry guys, no signs of mad hatter yet he's still very much regular hatter...

[riyuyami]

So today a secret from chapter three was finally found after being hinted at.

And it involves Sammy.

Do you know what that means~? Time for John to write another drabble for chapter three without actually playing it! Time to bring back Pegasus, even if for just a moment!

--

Yugi panted lightly as he got to the bottom of the stairwell, his heart still beating hard, but not as loud or as painfully as it had moments ago when “Yami” stumbled into the area he was in.

Licking his dry lips, he turned back to look up the stairwell, trying to make sure the other hadn’t followed. He saw no black lines, his heart rate was returning to normal, no moans or screeching...

He was safe, for now.

With a sigh, blowing at the chunk of bangs that always hung in his face, Yugi relaxed. He was getting way too old for these jump scared, hell, he didn’t even like going to the movies to see horror movies, he was too easily startled.

Glancing to his right, Yugi noticed a selection of instruments, covered in dust and cobwebs, left sitting on the landing of the stairwell. He raised an eyebrow, a bit confused why they were all there and not upstairs in the music department.

Pushing himself off the wall, he looked at the selection left to rot. He found one piano and bass drum, a few basses, a couple of banjos, and two violins.

There was also a radio sitting nearby, but Yugi’s attention was on the instruments.

A little part of him thought back to Pegasus, and his musical puzzle to open up his sanctuary.

He chuckled and thought it would be kind of funny to play a random tune, maybe he’d open up an exit or something and get out. Reaching down, he plucked the strings of one of the violins, then moved to the piano to hit a few keys. His choice of instruments was random, and sort of fun, as he approached the drum and gave it a good smack.

It was only two seconds after Yugi touched the drum that everything felt unsettling, disturbing, and “Yami” was nowhere to be seen...

Then came a voice, a voice that Yugi had long thought been silenced forever by the monster of the studio.

This was no recording...

"We've all been waiting. But now... he will set... us... free..."

Reaching out, Yugi quickly turned on the radio to avoid hearing anymore speaking from beyond the grave. A happy, jaunty tune played, and Yugi heard no more voices of long-dead musicians speaking of the Ink Demon.

Speaking of him, Yugi spotted lines on the wall of the stairwell he had come down and he decided that staying in that creepy area was no longer necessary, the music playing still as he made his escape.

--

By the way, that’s the combo to unlock that easter egg: violin, piano, drum. 

[aion-rsa]

A Shazam Family History Guide to DC Comics

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We have a handy guide to everyone in the Shazam family who can call down the power of the lightning.

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With one magic word, Shazam has become one of the greatest superheroes in history. Billy Batson was imbued with the power of the wizard Shazam when he spoke that one magic word, Shazam! A fierce lightning strike would transform Billy into the World’s Mightiest Mortal. He first appeared in Whiz Comics #2 (1939) and was created by Bill Parker and C. C. Beck. Shazam took the world of comics by storm and became the most popular character on the stands. Captain Marvel (as he was then known) and his magic word even outsold Superman much to DC Comics’ chagrin.

The world of Shazam became so popular that  Fawcett Comics, began to spread the wealth. Plenty of heroes were granted the power of Shazam along with Billy and many became legends in their own right. 

Freddy Freeman

Tasting success with Shazam, Fawcett tried its luck with the spin off character Captain Marvel Jr. While Billy Batson was a kid who transformed into a super man, Freddy Freeman was a kid who transformed into a super kid. One of the utterly fascinating historical aspects of Captain Marvel Jr. is that Junior’s adventures were always a bit more adult and sophisticated than his "older brother's" adventures. This probably had a great deal to do with the art of Mac Raboy, one of the greatest artists of the Golden Age.

Even Captain Marvel Jr.’s origin is dark. Freddy Freeman and his grandpa were attacked by a villain known as Captain Nazi (listen, when your name is Captain Nazi, you’re a villain, no questions asked). Grandpa Freeman was killed and Freddy was gravely injured. To save Freddy’s life, Billy gifted the dying boy with a portion of his Shazam powers. Now, when Freddy spoke the name Captain Marvel, he was transformed into Captain Marvel Junior. There was a definite Dickensian feel to Freddy, who was essentially a homeless newsboy who needed a crutch to walk. But in the ultimate bit of wish fulfillment, when Freddy spoke the name of his hero, he became the World’s Mightiest Boy. Captain Marvel Jr. and his adventures remain absolute highlights of the Golden Age.

read more: Complete Guide to DC Comics and DCEU Easter Eggs in Shazam!

Captain Marvel Jr. was so influential that he was Elvis Presley’s favorite super hero. In fact, Elvis patterned some of his stage costumes after Junior's suit. When DC purchased the Fawcett pantheon, Freddy came along and became an important hero in the DCU. Over the years, Freddy served as a member of the Teen Titans, the Outsiders, and Young Justice. Since the New 52, Freddy is still around in his distinctive blue suit, but now, the young lad transforms into a blond haired Shazam Junior...or King Shazam...they haven't gotten around to re-naming all these characters yet.

Mary Bromfeld

Long before Supergirl there was Mary Bromfeld, the first female derivative of a male superhero (and who was perhaps not coincidentally also co-created by Otto Binder). But like Supergirl, Mary Marvel was not limited by the fact she shared a power set and costume with a male counterpart. After she was introduced in 1942, Mary became a great hero on her own both in her own book, in multiple anthology titles, in the pages of The Marvel Family with her brothers.

read more: Shazam Ending Explained

Mary was the long lost twin sister of Billy Batson. Of course, Billy grew up without any knowledge he had a sister, but when the long separated siblings met, Mary inadvertently says Shazam! and transforms into Mary Marvel, the World’s Mightiest Girl. Where Captain Marvel’s adventures were whimsical and Jr.’s adventures were somewhat edgy and realistic, Mary’s adventures upped the gentleness quotient, creating light fantasy yarns that are as dreamlike as they are precious. Her origins have been updated over the years and it seems unlikely that she is a blood relative of Billy's in the current comics). 

And then there are the three younger Shazam siblings, all of whom were introduced in Flashpoint in 2011...

Eugene Choi

Geoff Johns and Gary Frank introduced a trio of new Shazam wielders. Joining Billy, Mary, and Freddy, Eugene, lives in the same foster home with the original three Shazam wielders. Eugene is the intellect of the group, he is dedicated to his studies and often gets into trouble for sassing his teachers. When he says Shazam, Eugene transforms into a silver clad Marvel and has the gift of technopathy, the ability to control machines.

Pedro Pena

Another of the foster siblings, Pedro is a fiercely loyal young man who transforms into a green clad superhero when he says Shazam. Pedro is imbued with much more physical strength than his Shazam siblings.

Darla Dudley

The youngest member of the Shazam family, Darla transforms into a purple costumed hero. Darla is the fastest of the Marvels and has some of the same precocious tendencies as the almost forgotten Freckles Marvel. With her siblings Eugene and Pedro, Darla has brought the Shazam family into a new age.

The Lieutenants

Mary and Junior weren't the first heroes to share the power of Shazam with Billy Batson. A year before the creation of Junior, three other Marvels said that one magic word. And between you and me, they were wonderfully silly. In the first appearance of the three Lieutenants, Billy Batson meets three other young men who share the name Billy Batson. One of them is from Brooklyn and calls himself Fat Billy, the second is from the South and calls himself Hill Billy, and the third is from the West and calls himself Tall Billy. I think ol' Fat Billy kinda got the short end of that Marvel stick.

read more: Shazam Post Credits Scenes Explained

Anyway, since they are all named Billy Batson, when the three new Billys say Shazam, they transform into Fat Marvel, Hill Marvel, and Tall Marvel. Golden Age logic, kids, Golden Age logic. Billy and the Lieutenants teamed up periodically throughout the 40s but Fat, Hill, and Tall all take a back seat once Junior and Mary make the scene. 

Uncle Dudley

Uncle Marvel was a con man and fraud named Dudley H. Dudley who pretended to be the long lost uncle of Mary Batson. When he discovers the Shazam secrets, the old scalawag pretends he too has Shazam powers and becomes Uncle Marvel. The other Marvels think Dudley a lovable old coot and allow the pretense.

read more: How Zachary Levi Was Cast as Shazam

As silly as it all sounds, Uncle Marvel became a full-fledged (albeit unpowered) member of the Marvel Family and even defeated Black Adam! It was Dudley that got Black Adam to say Shazam in his first appearance, a trick that caused the ancient Black Adam to transform into dust. So, hell yeah, Uncle Marvel single handily defeated the Shazam Family’s most deadly enemy. Not bad for an old swindler.

Hoppy, the Marvel Bunny

So yeah, this was a thing. In 1942, funny animals were incredibly popular, so when Fawcett entered the genre with the title Fawcett's Funny Animals, it made sense to mash up the Shazam concept with a wascally wabbit. Granted the power of Shazam by the Wizard Bunny, Hoppy's adventures follow the same formula as the other Shazam Family titles, with the character needing to say the word "Shazam" to transform. Of course, Hoppy's magic word is a different acronym than the Captain's, the letters standing for Salamander, Hogules, Antlers, Zebreus, Abalone, and Monkury.

read more: Mark Strong and the Secrets of Dr. Sivana

The character returned many times over the decades since his heyday, appearing in a number of DC Universe stories. His first modern appearance was in DC Comics Presents #34 (1981) where he meets the Shazam Family for the "first" time and helps Superman defeat the classic Shazam villains Mr. Mind and Killer Kull. And guys, you know it gives you the warm and fuzzies that there’s a Shazam rabbit. You know it does.

Freckles Marvel

Niece of Uncle Dudley, Mary Dudley threatened to expose her humbug uncle if he didn’t make the freckled Mary her own Marvel costume and let her become Freckles Marvel. Like Uncle Dudley, Freckles was generally played for comic relief, but the precocious Freckles could knock someone out with her mean right cross. I just hope she had a dermatologist on call so Freckles Marvel didn’t become Basal Cell Marvel.

Captain Thunder

Right around the time that DC purchased the Shazam Family, an almost Captain Marvel took on DC’s flagship hero. Captain Thunder was actually Willy Fawcett (see what they did there?), who transformed (complete with the sound effect Sha-Boom!) into Captain Thunder when Willy rubbed a magic belt buckle given to him by an indigenous medicine man. After battling a group consisting of a Frankenstein's monster, a mummy, a wolf man, and Dracula (because awesome), Willy was inflicted with a mystical amnesia. This all leads to a clash with Superman who helps the doppelganger hero regain his memory. And then the legit Shazam became a thing at DC and so that was the end of Captain Thunder. But hey, Thunder totally counts even though he was only created so Superman could prove he is stronger than the recently purchased Shazam.

Thunder

A Shazam wielder as part of the Legion of Super-Heroes is just the most marvelous piece of genius, like, ever. CeCe Beck (named after Shazam’s creator) is from the planet Binderaan (named after Mary Marvel and Supergirl co-creator Otto Binder). She is given the power of Shazam by an aged Billy Batson, who, in the 30th century, resembles the old wizard Shazam. When CeCe says the words Captain Marvel, she transforms into Thunder.

read more: The History of Black Adam

Sadly, Thunder only has a handful of appearances, but with DC's recent revival of the Legion, your humble writer would love to see CeCe bring the power of Shazam into the next century.

Tanist

Like CeCe, Tanist was given the power of Shazam by an aged Billy Batson. A resident of the planet Mercury, Tanist is severely injured and his mother murdered after he and his mom discover a mystical entrance to the Rock of Eternity. Billy revives Tanist with that one magic word and the Shazam legend continues a million years from now.

Read and download the Den of Geek NYCC 2019 Special Edition Magazine right here!

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Reconciliation. Chapter 5: Interrogation

Chapter 3: Tiny Dancer 

Chapter 4: Triggered 

Chapter 5: Interrogation 

warnings: Some Smut. 

Dust hangs in the air.

It hangs everywhere.

In my lungs.

Under my fingertips.

Our room had become a tomb in the passing months since were attacked. Two people fighting to hold onto each other. Two people who only made time for each other.

And their daughter.

Even now, it was as if we'd turned into ghosts that only came to life when we were near each other. Now as he lingered above me in a heated stare, his eyes glazed over as he takes me in.

Every inch of me is his.

Every inch of him is mine.

It takes him mere moments before his lips are on mine as his fingertips tracing over my bare body. Under him I bend and contort as his body slowly thrusts at a painfully slow rate.

I feel every muscle, every touch and taste of him making me crave more and more. It was as if my world stopped for a moment when touched. As if he was the air I needed to breathe in order to survive.

“James.”

My lips part when I moan his name, his lips daring to deepen the kiss we're sharing. A smirk finds his lips when the sound of his name fills the air that surrounds us. A smirk that shows itself as he moves his lips from mine so he can look down at me.

“I love you.”

He murmurs as my stomach tightens his body readying itself for a release, his body slow as I react to him, my lips parting as a few breathless moans escape me. It isn’t' until we've both reached our high and have both released the pent up lust we'd been sharing together that he looks down at me once more.

“I love my girl.”

He rasps before pulling out, his lips daring to move to mine once more as he lays next to me in our bed. For a moment he lays next to me and keeps his eyes on the ceiling as his chest rises and falls, his breathing ragged.

He remains silent as I move in close to him, my head resting on his chest as we breathe together. My hands moving along his bare chest as I trace every muscle I lay against him. In the morning light streaming through the window he catches a glimpse of my engagement ring, the diamond shining in the early sun light.

I can see him look at the silver band before he lifts my left hand and offers me a kiss, a light kiss that's sweet.

“When are we going to make this official? Back in my day, you married the woman you loved.”

There's a laugh in his voice when he says this, his eyes locking with mine as I dare to look up at him. A smile finds itself on my lips.

“Back in your day huh? You sound like a grandpa.”

I retort as moves beneath me, his body somehow managing to pull me in closer to him.

“The sad thing is, I'm old enough to be your grandpa.”

The laugh that had found his voice before now finds me, my head seeming to nuzzle in against him as I laugh with him.

“Well grandpa or not, I love you and we can make it official whenever you want.”

My response makes him smile, but the smile doesn't last for too long. Not long before the silence that surrounds us fills the room once more. The silence of what our mental retreat from what the others fought on a daily basis.

In light of the attack everyone else had stepped up to take down Hydra, but we were in denial. We tried to stay as far away as we could, even though we couldn't.

There was no escaping what hell we'd faced.

“We're going to have to get up and be adults at some point.”

I whisper after a few more minutes of laying in the bed together. After I begin to hear the sound of the  house coming to life around us, the others waking up.

The sensation of him never leaving me once through the night.

“Well I would like to get up and see our little girl.”

Bucky's voice sounds grave when he says this, but he was absolutely right. Our daughter needed us after everything. But it's the way he says 'our little girl' that really makes my heart break. The little girl that he'd not been able to see grow up. Four years of her life had been without a father... because of me.

Because of the fear that drove us both now that there was a liable threat hanging in the darkness around us.  

“James...”

I feel my lips whispering before I have the chance to stop myself.

“... Remember when we made Easter eggs? The same day you told me that we should have another baby?...”

I pause when I see the look of hesitance in his eyes, a look that tells me he has no idea where I'm going to go with this.

“... Maybe we should have another baby. I mean not having one only lets Hydra win and I don't want them to win. I don't want you to not have a chance to get the full experience of being a dad because I'm afraid. Because I denied you that opportunity.”

His brow furrows at my words, confusion finding his face for only a moment before he dares to respond. As if he's waiting for me to tell him that everything I just said was some sick joke.

“What?”

He asks, his body moving from underneath me as he sits up, my head off of his chest in an instant. The movement is swift as he looks at me, his blue orbs fixating on me as he studies me closely.  

“Are you serious Emilia? Do you really want that?”

The awe in his tone makes my heart race, excitement seeming to pull at my heartstrings as I see that my suggestion is making him this happy.

“Yes I want this. I was afraid before, but after last night I know that I can't live my life like that.”

A laugh falls from his lips after I say this, his lips finding mine as he pulls me in against him. The movement is quick, so quick that I don't have time to think. All I can do is focus on his lips and the way his body manages to mold against mine. Our chests meet in one swift motion of his hands and with it our hearts begin to pound harder and harder.

He deepens the kiss and I feel the traces of lust that had simmered mere minutes ago seeming to spark once again. But neither of us is given much of a chance to act on the lust burning between the both of us because the voice of Tony Stark speaks over the house intercom.

“If you and Barnes are done playing tonsil hockey you're needed in the meeting room.”

I feel my cheeks redden the moment I hear him speak, my body immediately stilling its actions. My gaze locks with Bucky's for a mere second before I pull away from him, my bare body in desperate need of finding clothes. I head to my dresser and find undergarments and carelessly place them on myself before I find my uniform hanging off the edge of my wardrobe.

“Damn it Stark.”

He rasps as he watches me change before he dares to move from the bed as well, his own bare form looking to find clothing of some sort. He goes to the closet across the room, disappearing into labyrinth before coming out changed only minutes later.

“He probably wants to go over whatever information they've found. It's been four years since Hydra has tried to rear its ugly head and he's going to want to stop it before they get the one up on us.”

I change in under two minutes, one of the few benefits of working in S.H.I.E.L.D was being able to fight, and act like an avenger. When I change I look at him, our gazes locking. I can see that his mind is racing from our prior moments together and from what I'd just told him. But neither of us dare to say anything. Instead I let him leave the room first, my eyes fixating on my own reflection in the mirror.

I feel sick for a moment as I look at my reflection, my enhanced face, hair and features still throwing me off even though it's been four years since Brock Rumlow permanently altered me.

Breathing a deep sigh I nod and mentally prepare myself for whatever was going to happen next. Whatever part we were going to play in taking down the company that had molded me.

The one that ruined me.

***

The meeting room was silent when I entered it, every single avenger sat with their eyes fixated on me as the huddled around the door way with their arms folded across their chests. I feel my brows furrow at the sight, a sense of unease moving through me. Whatever was happening was going to be serious, I could tell by the looks on their faces.

“What's going on?”

I ask Tony who breathes a deep sigh as he studies Steve and then Bucky.

“We found the agent who left the note last night. Turns our Rumlow isn't as 'dead' as we believed him to be.”

Tony says this in a 'matter-of-fact tone' paired with the most serious expression I've ever seen him muster. I knew that the note had come from Rumlow after last night, but hearing that he was alive and that they'd found him made it real.

Too real.

“Where is he?”

I ask through clenched teeth. A million thoughts moved through my mind, a million fears, frustrations, and emotions that all hit me at once. That man had taken too much from me and I wanted to rip him limb from limb.

“Told you she'd be pissed.”

Natasha whispers from behind me, our eyes locking when I realize that she's behind me, her hand reaching out to comfort me. Everyone knew that I could snap, everyone knew that my enhancements had the ability to rip the roof off of the building. Everyone knew that I needed to be monitored or I make some impressive damage.

“I want to know where he is.”

I feel my lips murmur in hesitance. My body more willing to act than my mouth as I take a step forward, my hands pushing through the people I considered to be family.

No one stops me as I move forward. No one even bothers to help once I've made my way through them all, my eyes finding my target as he sits bound to a chair in the middle of the room. With one look at him I feel my heartbeat quicken and all I can see is red.

Without warning I feel myself lurch forward, my fist making contact with his face in mere seconds. I can feel myself hit him over and over again until the cool sensation of a metal arm interferes.

“Come on Emilia.”

Bucky whispers in my ear once he has pried me off of the man before us, his body pinning me against his in a restraint. My breathing is ragged as he holds me to him, my eyes never leaving Rumlows. It's a reaction that Rumlow seems to cherish as he watches me struggle to not kill him with my bare hands.

“Missed me that much sweetheart?”

He whispers looking at me with a faint smirk.

His words alone are enough to make me lose my shit, but when I stir in Bucky's arms I still can't move.

“You're such a prick.”

I struggle against Bucky once more as I whimper the response through clenched teeth. I could feel the gazes of the others all on me, their eyes fixating on my back as I fight against the love of my life. My anger for Rumlow was all consuming, but thankful Steve is better at holding in his feelings than I am because when he speaks I can feel the tension that had been building start to dissipate.

“He's here for you Emilia. Hydra wants you back.”

At his words I feel my stomach turn, my eyes wide as I glance over at Steve. He's close to Bucky, his eyes sad as he studies me... as he watches me try to snap at the man before me.

If Rumlow was here for me then what would they do? Would they give me over because it would be easier to just give me over? Or would they fight for me? Would I be worth all the trouble that would come their way if they tried to keep me safe?

“Are you going to give me over to them?”

I ask through trembling lips, my mind instantly moving to my daughter and what it would do to her if I had to leave. If she had to grow up without me... It's a thought that's enough to break my heart into a thousand pieces, but the moment that the tears begin to move to my eyes I see protest etch itself into Steve's face. He walks towards me and as he does Bucky lets me go, Steve’s hands moving to my own as he studies me.

“We're not going to give you over to them. Family doesn't do that to each other.”

A wave or relief finds me for only a moment before Brock Rumlow's voice interrupts and makes the sick sensation spark once more.

“How sweet.”

He snickers as I turn to look at him, my eyes narrowing at the smile that finds itself on his face. A smile that grows when he sees how he's gotten under my skin once more. A smile that has so much it wants to say, but without the prying eyes that engulfed us.

“I need to talk to him.”

I whisper loud enough for Steve and Bucky to hear, mixed emotions seeming to overtake their faces. Moments ago I'd wanted to tear this man limb from limb and now I wanted to talk? They didn't believe me of course, but I knew that I would have to talk to him eventually. He came for me and I knew that he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted.

“She wants to talk to him? I say we let her.”

Natasha's input makes Steve nod in agreement, but sparks a momentary debate amongst the others.

I hear them talk about me like I'm not there, but I'm in too much of a trance to care. Instead I let my mind race as I look at the man before me. The man who'd grown up in Hydra with me. The same one who never seemed to die no matter how hard I tried to kill him off. The man who was going to always be the bane of my existence.

The others talk about me and come to their own decisions before they leave me. In the background I hear them agree that Bucky would stay with me, in case I get out of hand again.

In case I tried to kill our captive again.

Bucky moves to sit behind me, his back against the wall as he watches me closely. He gives me a firm nod before I dare to speak to our guest.

“What does Hydra want with me?”

I feel my lips move before I have the chance to think of a better question to ask. A question that makes him laugh.

“What do we want with you? Are you really that dense Emilia? You know how important you are to Hydra. Now that you're enhanced you'd be perfect if you came home to us. But that's not the only reason why we're interested.”

The way he speaks tells me that there's double meaning to his words, a doubly meaning that I need to question.

“Why else are you interested?”

I feel myself ask the question even though I know the answer. Even though I can see it on his lips as he smirks at me, his body seeming to try and challenge me.

His dark gaze causing my blood to run cold as he says the very thing I'd always feared.

“We're interested in your daughter Emilia. We want to make her everything that you were meant to be.”

[insignificantspeckthatisme-blog]

Theory of The Insignificant

Well If you are reading this means you have fallen into a weird minuscule  part of Tumblr which will eventually be minuscule to the internet in time.

Today Ill be talking about Time. Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. According to our best friend Google. Time is a very nice plot device that I enjoy watching and reading in novels and anime. The Use of Time can be used in many ways and I am here to explore a few of these many ways which I find enjoyable.

So the First use is the use of Temporal Inversion or basically turning time backwards. This is used in Harry Potter as the Time Turner in the 3rd book, Re:Zero as the Main Character’s main story  plot. The time inversion in these shows allow the Character gather information and then use said information to try and solve the problem. I especially like this type of Temporal Inversion as The character usually goes overpowered with the information or learn the a big moral value. *spoiler alert* In Re:Zero MC gets traumatized by his death experiences which eventually led to him triumphing in clearing the troubles by using his resourcefulness. In Harry Potter, the Timer Turner allowed Harry and Hermione to go behind the scenes in closing the untied loopholes that were earlier in the movie.

Since I have mentioned a First use I must have a Second Use. Well you are right and that is the use of a Butterfly effect. If you have been living under a rock and dont know what the Butterfly effect is well. In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state. Or to state it simply, Actions have consequences and if you read or watch stories, the side effects are mainly negative or that the negatives outweigh the positive. Or to further simplify it “Your Actions have consequences” - Lemongrab. The first time I learnt about this was from the children cartoon Doraemon. Thinking back I am pretty sure Doraemon is Deus Ex Machina because when the resolution starts Doraemon always save the day with the right tools no matter how grave the situation even if there are contradictions. *late spoiler alert* well I think I just ruined my own childhood...

Well the third way I like the use of Time is when series use time travel to make a well tied up story with no loose ends. Something like having the story giving itself a high five. This use of time is when the creators use time travel to make a butterfly effect to show a cool easter egg or tie up loose ends of a story or show/make a reference of origin story. Examples would be like the Kim Possible the Movie (A sitch in time). How the present displays a series of loose ends and then in the future or in the past the ends are tied up neatly having very cool references which explain what happened throughout the movie. One example in the movie would be how Ron mysteriously moves away to Norway was explained in the end to be part of Shego’s plan.

And thus I conclude that Time is a very fun concept when done right can be very enjoyable to read/view. Till next time this is a Insignificant Speck of Dust.　ま��ね

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Overlooked Insurance Perks | MoneyTips

Got a cracked windshield? You might get it fixed for free if your auto insurance includes glass coverage. If a major storm knocked out your power and everything in your freezer went bad, your homeowners insurance may cover the cost of the spoiled food. And, if the stash of emergency cash in your sock drawer went up in flames during a fire, your policy could replace your burned-up bucks. These are just a few of the little-known – and frequently overlooked – built-in perks of some policies.

When you think about buying a homeowner’s or renter’s policy, you’re typically worried about replacing the house if it catches fire or has the roof torn off during a severe storm. A comprehensive policy does more than that, however, including coverage of your contents and personal possessions, as well as protection from lawsuits and liability if an accident happens on your property.

Tucked into these provisions are all kinds of additional benefits just waiting to be discovered, like Easter eggs in World of Warcraft. Check your policies, as the coverage limits, conditions and terms can vary widely.

Spoiled food: One great way to cut your family budget is to save on groceries by stocking up on sale items, including steaks, chops and poultry that can fill up your freezer. Teri Gault, CEO of the grocery savings website TheGroceryGame.com, estimates that her subscribers can save enough in one month to buy a small standalone freezer to hold even more bargains. When the power goes out, your cache of cut-rate New York strips and Butterball turkeys can spoil, though. Most homeowner’s policies cover up to $500 worth of food that has gone bad. To file a claim, you need to show that an outage occurred, and not just that your old Kelvinator fridge bit the dust.

Gravestones: If you own a burial plot and its accompanying headstone, your homeowner’s policy may consider it part of your personal property and subject to all the coverage that would apply to your home. That can include damage from a tree falling on a grave marker to a flood that washes out the foundation and cracks a headstone. It also can include vandalism, just as if someone spray-painted your garage. The Insurance Service Organization, an insurance analysis firm, recommends that policies cover up to $5,000 of damage to grave markers in standard forms. The coverage can even extend to gravesites in other states or plots that you’ve inherited.

Your cash stash: Normally, if you lose money, it’s gone forever, but not if the greenbacks are destroyed in an accident at your house or stolen – even if it’s taken by a tradesman you’ve invited onto your property. Most policies consider cash to be personal property, and cover coins, currency, gift cards and other cash equivalents, up to anywhere between $200 and $1,500. It helps to have some proof that you held the cash, such as a withdrawal, ATM receipt or police report. The same coverage doesn’t apply to auto policies, however, and may not cover cash on hand from a home-based business, depending on the policy and details.

Doing windows: Your comprehensive auto coverage may waive the deductible to repair a cracked or chipped windshield. The reason is that auto insurers would rather fix a repairable windshield than bear the cost of having to replace the entire piece of glass, even after your deductible is paid.

Cattle stampedes and more: Damage to your property if a herd of cows veers off the Chisholm Trail and through your fence can be covered, as well as lawsuits involving dog bites (averaging about $30,000), not to mention damage caused by rioters, falling meteorites and space debris, or fires prompted by lava flows from erupting volcanoes. Check your policy and contact your insurance agent before the herd of cows comes for an unwelcome visit.

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