#fyrebranded

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 37/?)

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Word count: 1344

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Karrot Kings

Warnings: Kidnapping, supervillain activity, Thomas Sanders and the terrible horrible no good really bad day

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Thomas’s only thought as he lunged for Nico was that he’d already lost his son and grandson, he wasn’t about to lose his husband too.  

Of course, it wasn’t until he’d been seized too that he realized that both of them getting kidnapped by a supervillain wasn’t much better than only one of them getting kidnapped — at least they were together.  

Maybe it was because he’d never been kidnapped before — by a supervillain or otherwise — but it wasn’t quite what he was expecting. This guy — “Backslash” he’d been yelling in the mall, like all he’d cared about was that people took note — seemed to have been expecting them as he brought them to the basement of an abandoned warehouse (did warehouses usually have basements?), where two chairs were already set up, waiting for them. He tied them to the chairs, a strangely blank expression on his face the entire time — not gloating, not menacing, just completely empty, like he wasn’t really aware that they were even there — then left them alone, returning up to the warehouse. A heavy door clanged shut after him.  

“This is weird, right?” Thomas asked quietly after he and Nico had been sitting in silence for a while. They were both bound to the chair by their wrists and torsos, as well as having their legs bound together from ankle to knee, but Backslash hadn’t made any attempt to gag or blindfold them.  

“Definitely the weirdest thing to ever happen to me,” Nico agreed, tugging at the ropes around his wrist. Despite the lack of interest their host had shown in them, the bonds held tight. “But hey, at least we’re not dead.” 

“Yet,” Thomas couldn’t help but add. Nico’s face dropped.  

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “Yet.” 

Time passed. It was hard to know how much seeing as how no natural light drifted into the basement, and their host hadn’t even been kind enough to leave their watch faces visible behind the ropes. It was a while.  

Thomas was exhausted, and by the way Nico’s head kept drifting down before snapping up again, he knew his husband was too. Nothing had happened. Their host had yet to reappear, and if he had any associates, they didn’t show themselves. Other than a few randomly spaced reverberating thuds from the warehouse above, the only sounds were those that came from either Thomas or Nico themselves.  

Thomas was just about to suggest that Nico try to get some sleep when a series of thuds started up from upstairs. For good or for ill, something was happening.  

“I love you,” Thomas said, because if this was it, he wanted those to be his last words.  

“I love you too,” Nico promised sadly.  

The basement door was thrown open, clanging even louder than it had when it had been shut, and rapid footsteps descended the stairs. Thomas tensed up in anticipation for whatever was to come but relaxed slightly when he finally saw the figure.  

He and Nico had been doing a lot of research into superheroes on the off chance that Virgil had been given a new code name and transferred without letting them know, so when they saw that Clover was here, they knew they were being rescued.  

“Don’t worry, citizens!” The hero declared boldly. “We’re here to save you!” 

Clover was relatively new on the scene, having started a little before Virgil disappeared, and one could assume, relatively young. They had the powers of divination and probability manipulation, so Thomas felt fairly safe following them up the stairs despite the sounds of battle that were now freely drifting through the open doorway.  

“Fyrebrand is almost done,” Clover told them. “You’re lucky she was available, if this was going to take much longer, I wouldn’t have been able to come.” 

“I’ll make sure to thank her,” Nico commented dryly. Clover didn’t seem to pick up the sarcasm.  

As promised, by the time Clover led Thomas and Nico around all the machinery — which seemed to have been moved since Thomas last saw it, but he couldn’t be entirely certain — towards the doors, Fyrebrand had Backslash subdued and restrained.  

“Subdued” didn’t seem quite accurate as the villain was just as blank and empty as he’d been previously. It was hard to subdue someone who was already, for all intents and purposes, subdued.  

There was something not quite right about the whole thing, but Thomas didn’t have time to dwell on it as Clover was leading him and Nico out of the warehouse into the sunlight. There were reporters and camera crews all over the place, most of them were trying to talk to Fyrebrand and Clover, but a few of them tried to get Thomas or Nico’s attention. Fyrebrand stopped to talk to the reporters, but Clover continued to lead them to a waiting car, not turning their attention to the press until Thomas and Nico were safely inside.  

Thomas had expected the car to take them to the SSP building, or at least a police station — he thought someone would want to talk to them about what happened — but no, the car stopped outside of the hotel they had been staying at.  

“I think there’s been a mistake,” Thomas told the driver. They hadn’t spoken to anyone other than Nico’s comment to Clover, no one had even checked them over for injuries. Surely this wasn’t protocol for a supervillain kidnapping.  

“This is your hotel, isn’t it?” The driver asked, not exactly unkindly, but certainly not helpfully.  

“Yes, but–” 

“Then no mistake.” 

Thomas blinked, then looked to Nico, who only shrugged.  

“Um… thank you?” Thomas said as he and Nico exited the car.  

“Have a nice day,” the driver said, pulling away as soon as the doors were shut.  

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Nico sighed as the two of them watched the car disappear into traffic.  

They were too tired to deal with the seemingly lacking response to their kidnapping, and since Backslash hadn’t stolen anything from them, they still had their hotel keycards. Everything else could wait until they’d had a few hours of sleep.  

~~~

That afternoon, rested but no less exhausted, Thomas and Nico were unceremoniously kicked out of the SSP building. According to Agent Sophia, they were “knowingly, and maliciously” wasting the Agency’s time and resources with their “absurd exaggerations of reality”. Apparently, the vicious rope burns on Nico’s wrists didn’t count as proof of mistreatment by a supervillain, and even if they did, the Agency wouldn’t care anyway.   

Without any more leads to pull, and weary from their supervillain encounter, Thomas and Nico decided to cut their trip short.  

Nico handled the checkout while Thomas ordered an Uber on his phone. The hotel was understanding and didn’t charge them for the extra days they had booked. By the time the Uber pulled up — black Honda Accord, driven by Franklin, four stars — Nico had joined Thomas in waiting outside.  

“Uber for Thomas?” Franklin said.  

“That’s me,” Thomas confirmed. The driver nodded and popped the trunk for their luggage.  

Once they were settled in the backseat and the car was pulling away from the hotel, Nico sank into Thomas’s side.  

“I don’t know what else we can do,” he groaned, taking Thomas’s hand. “Maybe he really doesn’t want to be found.” 

Thomas laced their fingers together and squeezed gently. “That’s not our V. If he didn’t want us looking for him, he would have told us that himself. I’m not sure what our next move is, but I know we can’t give up.” 

“I know what your next move is.” 

Thomas and Nico both jolted as the driver spoke. Through the rear-view mirror, Thomas could see that their face had changed; no longer the face of Franklin, their Uber driver, but someone entirely new.  

And most ominously, they were wearing a gas mask.  

Before either of them could even begin to demand answers, the driver pressed a button on the dash, and the car began to fill with a noxious gas. Thomas’s last thought before losing consciousness was yeah, this might as well happen. 

~~~END~~~

Once again, one chapter got too long and is now two chapters

This week’s fandom which is trying to take over my life is Now You See Me, Jack has such t-boy swag

ODD taglist

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14 @lunatatic

[soletlunasims]

On the Eighth Day: Elf on the Shelf

Featured sims: Kyle Fyrebrand, Erin Bennett

[tckingflight]

for: @fyrebranded - because yes we do deserve middleaged!dorallie

“Allegra Degray Hart, if you don’t go to that mixer, I swear that I’ll drag you there kicking and screaming! I know it’s been hard for you to move on, but it’s been a decade. All I’m asking for you is to try. Daniel would’ve wanted you to be happy.” 

Her best friend’s words echoed in her ears as she stepped into the community center. She scribbled her first name on one of those blue name tags and plastered it to her shirt before walking directly towards the snack table. There was no way she was going to get through this without food. 

Despite what everyone around her thought, Allegra’s life wasn’t lacking. She had a fulfilling job, two wonderful kids, a great support system and an even greater therapist. And at one point, she got to experience what true and pure love felt like. And she didn’t know if she would ever get the chance to be lucky twice in a row. 

But she told Katya that she would at least try. 

Armed with punch in one hand that she silently hoped was spiked and a chocolate chip cookie in the other, Allegra made her way through the crowd to see if anyone interesting caught her eye. Unfortunately, being her clumsy self, she ended up crashing into someone and spilling her punch all over her shirt. 

“Oh shit,” she exclaimed as she tried to wrangle the napkin out from under the cookie, and sighed as it fell from her hand. Oh well; at least there were others. Getting the stain out of her favorite shirt was more of a priority anyways. 

“I’m so sorry about that,” she said as she tried to salvage her shirt as best she could. “None of my punch got on you, did it?” 

[allegradegray-archive]

for: @fyrebranded

The war seemed never ending. Every day, the people on the radio said that the war would soon be over. But they had been saying it for years now to the point where Allegra wondered if it was fact or if they were just saying it to hang on to a tiny thread of hope. Either way, she did appreciate it. It was easy to give up. 

But in Dorian’s arms, the war was the very last thing on her mind. 

She slowly started to wake up as the sun peaked through the windows, but that wasn’t the only thing that woke her up. She started to hear shouting in the streets and she sat up, wrapping the sheet around her body and pulling it away from the bed. She walked to the window and looked out of it, seeing people running through the alleyway behind the building and...cheering? 

“The Germans surrendered!” “It’s over!” “We won!” 

Allegra couldn’t believe her ears. Suddenly, she dashed over to the bed and climbed onto Dorian’s lap. She shook him awake gently but firmly enough to stir him awake. 

“Dori,” she said with wide eyes filled with hope. “Dori, wake up! People are out in the streets cheering, and you won’t believe what they’re saying!” 

[jonvosh-a]

@fyrebranded liked for a starter. ( Norwood )

     "Hey, he's one of ours!"

     "Wake up, buddy. You'll be alright. Come on." Eurion's badge reflects a bit of light, which is what led him here. Allison is on one knee with two fingers pressed against the other detective's neck to check his pulse. Still alive, despite the countless bullets and bloodstains littering the room. Looks like Eurion is wounded. Most likely shot, since blood is blossoming from one area on his shirt. Allison doesn't actually know his name so he has to fish for the man's ID to get it.      "Norwood!" He speaks a bit louder and pats Eurion's cheek in hopes of rousing him. Then lifts the radio from his own belt and calls for backup.

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fyrebranded replied to your post: OOC- i should’ve mentioned that i have most of...

i mean this with the utmost respect i love him but the realization that oram fucked blasted me off my fucking ass

he sure did OK BUT FR I ACTUALLY CHOKED WHEN I READ THIS. dude got the good good before, y’know, everything went to shit. 

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doreile, caetain, and uh what else do we got. if u got it in u swing a bat and do what it lands on

okay so i’ma do doreile and then put the rest under the cut! 

doreile

who asks the other on dates: dori! éile does too but the dates are more his thing. she does a lotta gifts and touchiness and he likes to get her outta the house so that she doesn’t go crazy n he just likes. goin and doin things w her i reckonwho is the bigger cuddler: éile! she initiates it and once he gets used to it he always welcomes it. she just likes to have physical contact, even if it’s just the smallest thing. she likes being sure that it’s not just a dream. just flat out lying on top of him and closing her eyes and doin nothin is her favwho initiates holding hands more often: éile is touchier but i do feel like dori holds hands more! i think he just really likes it. i feel like it’s calming for him n there’s just somethin real nice about her letting him hold her tiny, soft lil hand in his big, rough one and like his whole hand swallows her but it feels just rightwho remembers anniversaries: éile better than dori but he’s not bad at it! he’s really sweet about their anniversary actually he knows it means a lot to her bc she never thought she’d get anything like what they have who is more possessive: i think éile?? it comes from a spot of being absolutely fucking terrified to lose him. she feels guilty for it but she does get possessive. she won’t act on it too much tho she’ll just stew. i’d WANT dori to be possessive tbh and i think lala would enjoy it as well but i know for a fact she’d have a hard time w this who gets more jealous: i would say éile again but i think i could also see dori being a bit jealous?? like i feel like he would start feeling unworthy and stuff more than jealous but. i could see it for both of them! but not super intensely. and dori would just feel crappy he wouldn’t do anythin (except maybe Sexy Times later) who is more protective: éile. she will fuckin destroy anyone that upsets him and god fuckin help ya if you HURT dori oooh boy- not to say that dori isn’t protective but he is so in a way that involves sheltering her rather than destroying people sdhgjfwho is more likely to cheat: um neither? they’re a pretty loyal pair and just… they wouldn’t. god, they just wouldn’t everwho initiates sexy times the most: oHOHOOOO they’re both fuckin horny on main who are we fuckin kiddin here like. You Know Matthew. You Know. although i’d reckon dori might feel worried he’d be pressuring her if he asked so he probs is thinkin bout it n lala just rolls her eyes and tackles himwho dislikes PDA the most: dori. éile is v touchy w him she just doesn’t realize it all the time. she has no problems with smoothin him rather intensely in public bc she’s an impulsive lil bitch and that’s her Mans! she’s gonna kiss him if she feels like it who kills the spider: why do i feel like it’s éile? i reckon neither of em care too much who asks the the other to marry them: dori- éile would want to be asked and she’d be way too terrified to do the asking who buys the other flowers or gifts: éile!! dori does for sure but she just. fuckin bombards the poor man. he has never lived down her bringing him roses at work one time. she mostly writes him cute lil notes thowho would bring up possibly having kids: both! by accident tho. they’re both too nervous to purposefully say anything i think and they’d just push it aside afterwardwho is more nervous to meet the parents: i think dori? éile knows richard’s kind of a dick and therefore is less nervous and more confrontational feeling i thinkwho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: dori tries to but éile argues that he’s to big and throws shit at him when he tries to pick her up to move her (they always end up on the couch or in bed together anyway) who tries to make up first after arguments: both of them are p good about this BUT dori wins more on this one. éile feels her emotions REALLY strongly and it’s really hard on her when they fight plus it’s hard for her to calm them down enough to like. be logical and start talking it out. dori goes to her and then they sort it out, quiet and calm, from therewho tells the other they love them more often: tbh i feel like they both show it a bit more than they say it, but éile feels the need to say it more (despite how that kinda scares her). she’ll say it after every rough time p much. just to make sure that he knows i guess

caetain 

who asks the other on dates: cael! étaín like never leaves her house (and her kids) so he makes it his mission to get her out and living life morewho is the bigger cuddler: neither of them are cuddly per se but cael is more touchy with her. étaín is more hesitant about it and has to be eased into physicality more who initiates holding hands more often: i feel like they both just grab each other all the time bc they’re constantly on edge and tugging each other away from dangers and whatnotwho remembers anniversaries: étaín but she won’t admit that she doeswho is more possessive: cael. no man who even looks at her for too long is safe, as says my gut who gets more jealous: étaín (her name even means jealously lmao). she hates the idea of him with anyone else. it drives her mad, she’s kinda awful about it tbh. she can’t help it he’s all she has in a sense. the only link to a real life, her only chance at something like love and maybe happiness one day (but that’sa  fool’s dream, isn’t it?) for now he makes her feel alive and she doesn’t want to share that who is more protective: oh they’re both extremely protective… but cael is used to hurting people and étaín is used to defending people (her kids) so maybe étaín? don’t poke the mama bearwho is more likely to cheat: cael. he has more opportunity and i feel like he doesn’t wanna get too attached to her so…who initiates sexy times the most: i feel like it’s pretty damn equalwho dislikes PDA the most: both of them!! but esp étaín bc she’s divorced and has kids who kills the spider: both of them. with like 1200 weapons just fuckin thrown at the corner the spider is in. with deadly accuracywho asks the the other to marry them: it’d be étaín and it’d be very difficult for her to- in her mind- beg a man to marry herwho buys the other flowers or gifts: cael. the one nice thing the bastard does (jk). he probs brings her stuff from his travelswho would bring up possibly having kids: neither. étaín has two already and cael doesn’t strike me as someone who’d want a kid, esp given his line of work. if a kid were to happen it’d be an accidentwho is more nervous to meet the parents: i’d reckon both sets of parents are dead but if they WEREN’T it’d be étaín funnily enough bc she’d worry a lot about what they’d think of her being divorced and already having kids etcwho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: cael. as fuckin if étaín would let him in her bed when she’s pissed at him lmaowho tries to make up first after arguments: i would’ve said étaín BUT she is absolutely HORRIBLE to deal w when she’s angry like it’s intolerable so i’d reckon cael would end up trying to make amends first bc her being angry is hell for the rest of the word who tells the other they love them more often: hjsdfgj fuckin neither of them!! these two are absolute fuckin messes and i’d guess they just leave it unsaid a lot. like “i presume you just know this.” i could see them saying it when they’re fighting tho. like yelling angry etc

and what the hell i’ma do tate and sef too! tasef! 

who asks the other on dates: both do! they’re v equal on this front n it’s v cutewho is the bigger cuddler: tate do i even need to go into detail about this you know how sweet and touchy tate is who initiates holding hands more often: sef! i feel like that’s his way of being more tate-style affectionate (and also making sure that tate doesn’t run off and blow something up) who remembers anniversaries: again sef… sorry sef. tate’s a scatterbrain and he always has a lot going on and a lot to remember. he never knows what day it is unless he’s told who is more possessive: tate. mostly outta insecurity but also he’s kinda clingy anyway… who gets more jealous: tate? sef doesn’t seem like the jealous type who is more protective: tate is SUPER protective i mean he’s had éile to protect all his life, right? he’ll protect anyone but himself p muchwho is more likely to cheat: i’ma say a strong neitherwho initiates sexy times the most: hmm idk! who dislikes PDA the most: sef. tate is ALLLL over that shit! all over it. handsy bastardwho kills the spider: sef bc tate can be a fuckin wimp and he would not shut up about the spider until it was deadwho asks the the other to marry them: sef bc tate would be terrified that their relationship isn’t actually all he believed and he’d get a no. he’s afraid sef would realize that he’s not worth it etc who buys the other flowers or gifts: tate like TAAATE! he loves that shit, loves spoiling people and doing cute stuff and spoiling his bf who would bring up possibly having kids: both, i think! maybe sef more bc tate’s insecure- tate would just LIGHT UP whenever it happened like god i’m makin myself emowho is more nervous to meet the parents: tate. he thinks he’s a whole ass mess (which he only sorta is and he’s v loveable)who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: i feel like tate just fucks off to éile’s? idkwho tries to make up first after arguments: sef. tate gets SUPER wrapped up in his feelings and it takes him awhile to sort through emwho tells the other they love them more often: tate. he just does it without thinking. it’s basically a reflex to him after the first time. he’ll say it in response to anything if he’s not paying attention lmao 

[jezmmart]

Drawn as part of a private discord server art jam. The owner of this lovely character is keeping their work private for now, but kindly allowed me to post this gift art regardless.

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[contrarymuses]

i hope its ok to send you several things for different ocs lmao. anyway. ◎ for beau, ◆ for elle, ☛ for chantal, & ♥ for nathan

It’s perfectly okay sweetness *squishes cheeks*

◎ does your muse plan for the long-term or short-term?

Beau is planner on some aspects? But most of the time he just takes life day to day tbh

◆ what is one secret your muse has?

Not a lot of people know that Elle was married. It’s not a conversation she initiates and not something she likes to talk about directly.

☛ what is your muse’s biggest regret?

Chantal regrets not going back to Paris to try and find her mother.

♥ is there an article of clothing that means the most to your muse?

Nathan has a Bon Jovi t-shirt he keeps ( even though he doesn’t even listen to Bon Jovi ) because it’s the first concert he ever went to--and it was the first time he’d ever fallen in love.

[scarrshell]

slightly animated Kit glaring

[tckingflight]

for: @fyrebranded​ (TALE AS OLD AS TIMEEEE *do do do do dooooo*) 

Every time her father went to the annual science fair, she always worried that he wouldn’t come back. The woods were a dangerous place to venture into, and if you weren’t careful, you could come upon a pack of wolves. 

So when she saw her fathers horse gallop up to her, she stood up with her eyes wide in fear. 

“Take me to him,” she told the horse as she climbed on top of Philippe and rode into the woods for the first time ever. They came upon a large castle. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on the already darkened castle, and it was covered in snow. Which was strange, because she was certain it was spring. 

The horse whinnied in fright when they approached the gate. She calmed him down and got off the horse, opening the gate and walking towards the castle entrance. 

“Hello? Is anybody home,” she called out as she stepped into the grand hallway. And if she thought the outside was eerie, it was nothing compared to what everything looked like on the inside. It was certainly a grand castle, but it was barely lit, and she gasped in fright when she swore she saw an armored statue move. 

“Hello? Please...can anyone help me? I’m looking for my father.” 

[allegradegray-archive]

@fyrebranded

[allegradegray-archive]

for: @fyrebranded - continued from here

“Oh, come on, Dori,” Allegra exclaimed, clearly not bothered with the fact that she was bare-ass naked in the middle of a nudist beach. 

Allegra was certainly not shy about her body, and growing up most of the time around the world exposed her to nudist beaches at a very early age. So the idea of going naked on a beach never bothered her. Hell, even her own parents did it. 

“We’re on our honeymoon. Live a little! Take those trunks off,” she said with a small laugh before rolling over on her back and looking up at him. 

“Seriously, no one is going to be paying attention to you if you strip down. It's nothing new! I mean, you don’t have to, but you’re missing out on a really interesting experience. And may I point out that you are the only adult on the entire beach who has a bathing suit on?” 

[otherhalfmuses]

@fyrebranded

Logan logically knew that’d be easier, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Dorian. He wanted them to fuck. He shook his head, hands threading through his hair and swallowing hard. “It ain’t hard, I promise... but fuck, I need ya Dori. Need ya real bad.” He confessed quietly. 

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✃ ✁ closed | @fyrebranded​ ✃ ✁

“I can’t- it hurts too much.” Not even one second in the other’s presence before he collapsed into them. Blood streaked across his hands and face - even matted parts of his hair.

[faerietaled-archived-blog]

❤️

first of all you’re one of the people i love most in the world so jot THAT down!! on top of that you’re an INCREDIBLY talented writer matty dshjfg you know i used to think of you kinda like writing jesus- you definitely had a huge hand in making my writing what it is today. you are SO smile-inducing it’s the bEST THING EVER! your characters are the realest ones i’ve ever seen like.. i’ve told you this so many times you know how i feel about your characters AND LIKE YOU’RE SO CREATIVE HOLY SHIT? you’re a certified Tough Cookie also i admire you man you deal w a lot and you’re still doin’ life good! look at you go! your curls are great and very pat-pat inspiring. oh and yOU PUT UP W MY DUMB ASS 24/7 tHAT TAKES SOME SERIOUS TALENT AND PATIENCE so i commend you for that- okay so HERE’S MY COMPLIMENT sorry i didn’t just say it right away: 

your typing is shit :3c