#escaped the drafts

[toxintouch]

Leander: Breadcrumbs

Relationship: Leander/Unspecified MC, relationship dynamic up to interpretation.

Rating: All | Content Warning: implied financial control/manipulation.

Slowly, the work starts drying up.

It’s not that you don’t have skills and it’s not like the skills you have aren’t marketable. You do odd jobs for odd people and odd pay without complaint but no one lets you stay on staff for long.

The amount of time it takes for them to kick you to the curb varies but the moment you walk in, hopefully seeking a day’s work only to see that look in their eyes… You know you’re being asked not to come back.

People are direct about it, at least. It’s as close to politeness as you’ve come to expect in Eridia.

You're lucky, honestly. Your former employers always hand over any pending funds you’re owed without a fuss. You've tried to refuse, even, but regardless of how you bargain, the results are the same. There’s no work for you anymore.

And Leander is always there for you at the end of it. There with a hot meal and a sympathetic smile. A shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold–if you want to, that is.

You just can’t figure out why this is so difficult, you gripe, wondering if it’s the fact that you’re an outsider or if it’s…

Maybe there’s some…intrinsic wrongness to you that people can sense. You smooth the wrappings of your bandages, a scoff on your lips. Maybe you can’t even blame them. You offer the thought up to Leander when you’re deep in your cups, drunk on free drinks and a cheap sense of self-deprecation.

There’s nothing wrong with you, Leander insists passionately. Money is tight for a lot of people in Eridia, Leander placates. You shouldn't think that way about yourself. He certainly knows how amazing you are, what you’re worth. He can even offer you odd jobs with the Bloodhounds, if a little freelancing would make you feel better.

(“Nothing too dangerous, though, alright?”)

But of course he’s here for you no matter what you decide.

And look on the bright side–this means the two of you will get to spend so much more time together.

[the-arcade-doctor]

Game Gene: Games are in our DNA

im revamping a exe oc called Virus I'm changing it's story to Game Gene (no, not game genie, it's different), Game Gene is a defunct gaming ROM site, it mostly emulated Springy titles, it had an very primitive AI inside it that recommended games and helped people find hacks and stuff like that, after people left the site, it had nothing to do.. So it invaded a game. A copy of Springy 2. It went in and tried to play it normally, but it couldn't without a vessel, so it took hold of Springy and distorted his form to it's liking. Ever since, he grew better at the game, but also a raging hatred for humanity. The same humans that made it left it behind. It's been playing the same game over and over again, finding more effective speedrun strategies, completing levels to their fullest in the fastest ways. It kept doing this over and over again, it became mundane, boring. so on the 383'd run, it got more.. Violent. Using more aggressive means to get rid of it's foes. Millions of times over it found more psychotic means to complete the game. Ever since, it killed everyone in that game 400 times over. It corrupted the very game that it held so dearly, twisted it to it's liking like it did the game's hero. It was like home to it. Eventually, it escaped with it's new vessel, and the power that came with it. Nobody knows where it is now. Virus Voice Select voice: robosoft one Pitch: 60 Slight bitcrushing

[potato-lord-but-not]

the podcast men…… save me podcast men…….

[bloomingnewwrld]

Lover to lover

[lao-hulijing]

my small, humble selection of MLC memes thus far

[eigengrauone]

cube escape: paradox (2018)

[egoarc4de]

it's been forever, i don't wanna wait too long

individual panels since im trying to work with smaller canvas sizes and i know tumblr's gonna play shrinkydink with the quality

[perilegs]

the dead three's chosen as gifs taken out of context + celibacy

[hayaku14]

pushing daisies kaishin au #2

pushing daisies au where shinichi has been able to revive dead animals, plants, even people since he was a child.

kudou "i can literally talk to the dead" shinichi

shinichi's parents didn’t exactly encouraged him to use this power. especially not in public. they’ve seen him revive and re-kill dead plants and animals in the same breath, it doesn’t take a detective to figure out what could happen near a human corpse.

but a young shinichi is curious, a young shinichi admired his father, and a young shinichi wanted to prove himself a detective. but most of all, a young shinichi wanted to help.

so when he saw his father struggle in solving a particular case, a young shinichi figured that maybe asking straight from the source would help give them a hint.

the complete horror in yusaku's eyes shinichi saw that day made him promise himself to never do it again.

shinichi realizes later on that reviving someone just for a clue on the whos, hows, and whys of their death only to touch them again, to basically kill them again, is sick and twisted and the realization leaves him feeling raw and dirty.

he then decides that if he’s gonna find out the truth, if he’s gonna bring justice, it’s not by making the victims suffer a second death. he will unravel the mystery not by magic but by logic.

the curious case of kuroba kaito

hakuba immediately contacts shinichi.

“he was...a friend. if i have to gather all the best detectives to catch his murderer then so be it.”

hakuba goes on to explain.

it was a kid heist. shots were fired. snipers. kaitou kid was caught on camera falling, as if he’d been shot, but he appears a minute later flying away on his glider with not a speck of blood on his suit. all should be well however, a few buildings away in an alleyway, the body of kuroba kaito is found dead. gunshots through the heart and chest.

a simple explanation would’ve been that the glider was a fake activated by kid’s assistant as a last ditch effort to save his legacy and this kuroba kaito was kaitou kid himself. he would’ve said it out loud but by the look on hakuba’s face, he can tell that he already connected those dots long before shinichi even stepped foot in the morgue. that wasn’t what hakuba called him for.

“can i...take a look at the body alone?”

hakuba raises an eye at him but moves to leave without questioning. "alright then. i have to check on another friend anyway. she's been...distraught ever since she heard the news and..." hakuba's words trail away as his eyes unconsciously drifted towards kuroba kaito's covered body. shinichi patiently waits through the quiet pain that he sees on hakuba. the pinch in his brows, the tenseness of his body. he must've been a really good friend.

hakuba shakes his head and turns his attention back to shinichi. "sorry, i...its been a long day. i'll leave you here then. call me if you find anything."

left alone, shinichi carefully zips open the body bag covering kaitou kid's upper body. he looked eerily similar to himself and imagining his own body cold and dead in the morgue sent a shiver down his spine. shaking his head, he pulls a chair close and reads through the file hakuba brought him.

"no witnesses. no camera. not a trace nor lead to anything. just some reports on mysterious gunshots in previous heists that lead to nowhere." they were professionals, whoever did this, shinichi thought. it was not going to be an easy case.

he takes another peek at the body. so this was kaitou kid, huh. too young to be the same as the one before his hiatus. perhaps a successor? motive could be related to his predecessor. his mother hasn't said anything of interest. does she really not know or is she protecting him? he runs his hand through his hair. there's too little information to go on...unless...

temptation rears its head. the source of information is right there in front of him. one touch and it could open up new leads to the case. an immediate disgust twists deep into his gut. he promised himself to never use it on people. to never kill. his father's haunted eyes embedded in his mind. he shouldn't. he really shouldn't. but he remembers the anguished look on hakuba's face. if he was going to do it, this might be the only good time. any longer and his touch would not revive kid. and gone along with him would be vital information to catch his murderer.

shinichi heaves a deep sigh. he has never used his abilities on dead people since that one incident as a child but he couldn't shake off the look on hakuba's face. it was now or never. shinichi reaches for kid's hand.

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pushing daisies au #1

[amywritesthings]

early this morning i told my partner i was going to announce an indefinite hiatus and abandon my writing altogether while i deal with the grief of what's happening.

i decided to check tiktok (instinct when i'm waiting for my bagel to heat up) -- the first video was someone saying 'running to spend the week reading fanfic and nothing else'. comments upon comments were asking for fluffy, immersive fics of any kind just to keep people going. to feel something. to have some kind of hope.

my mom and i had a lengthy conversation at 6am about everything, and something she said curbed my crying instantly: "do not let those motherfuckers take your light."

so i won't.

i have really incredible people who interact with my stories, this is my joy and safe space, and as hard as things are right now, as hopeless as i may feel, i can create art and help put some good out there in a time where that light feels dimmed. i will still be kind to myself -- i'm still processing, and i'm sure i won't feel right for a very long time -- but quitting writing and disappearing would only bring joy to the people who want to police art, fiction, humanity.

so i will be working on the drabble challenge through november. i will still post a poll about amymas sometime later this week. i will still open my docs for silver underground, dating mode, seven days, etc. i may need more time. i may be slow. i may start an entirely new wip to cope. but i'll still create.

[k-martins]

"Do you think we could have done it differently?"

"no"

[happyheidi]

[averycutesalamander]

im already writing a fic about it but hunter/prey kink goes so fucking hard with boothill. the tracking after you've fled, trying to make as much distance as you can, fully aware of the way this will inevitably end; the stalking as he prowls nearer, panic bubbling in the back of your mind, flinching at every tiny sound; the moment where you look back and catch a glimpse of him - a flash of his white hair - through the trees, and your heart surges with instinctual terror; hearing his laugh echo through the forest as he lets you run, stumbling over roots and fallen branches.

you run and run and run with every ounce of your energy, and he always stays just one step behind, the red glint of his eyes piercing through the dim light of the fading sun. you completely burn out just after darkness falls, stumbling and pressing tight against the trunk of a tree, panting so loudly that it feels deafening - and that just makes it worse, because what if you can't hear him coming? as you catch your breath, you're left in utter silence, surrounded by the dark, your eyes struggling to adjust, and you don't have a fucking clue where he is.

not until you hear his voice inches from your ear, low and gravelly. "gotcha."

you bolt like a startled deer, and you get just far enough for hope to begin to bloom in your heart - are you actually going to manage to get away?

until his lasso snaps around your ankles, sending you tumbling to the ground; his hands are on you a moment later, and that's how you really know you're fucked, in more ways than one. he could subdue you singlehandedly, you know - but he lets you fumble, lets you genuinely struggle with all your might, watching in open amusement as you desperately try to push him away, to wriggle out from under him. and when the last drop of fight has left your veins, he grabs you by the throat and pins you to the ground, easy as breathing, his eyes glowing red like hot coals.

you never stood a chance.

"time's up, lil' rabbit," he purrs, licking his pointed teeth like a starved wolf. "now you're all mine."

[oifaaa]

At least the first time Bruce dumped all his parental responsibilities onto Dick it was because he died this time he literally just decided to peace out with the "you'd do it better then me" excuse

[slutforsilverfoxes]

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's another intentionally suggestive Hotch x gn!reader scene!

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“Oh my god,” Aaron groans, voice muffled by the pillow his face is pressed into. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

You bend at the waist to kiss the spot just behind his ear and murmur, “Yeah? Feels good?”

“That feels fucking incredible,” he affirms with another groan that reverberates through your body from the point where your hips meet. “What are you even doing back there?”

With a giggle, you mold your hands down his muscular back and explain, “It’s called petrissage, love. Part of my spa day was learning how to give a proper massage.”

“Emily got you that gift certificate for your birthday, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers now trailing along the taut cords of muscle that make up his shoulders, the tension practically melting away beneath your touch.

“Remind me to give her a raise.”

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch

[i0n4]

you're too sweet for me