#i finished it!

[cucucurucho]

[yourbreadperson]

I want Mina to release all that pent-up rage of hers

[inthe-am]

wishing you were somehow here again

[darlingpoppet]

Ｌｉｍｉｎａｌ Ｓｐａｃｅｓ— Chapter 7

Hades (Video Game) | Modern AU (College/University) | PZA | Explicit | Chapters: 7/7 | Words: 46,674 (Chapter 7: 8,470)

Summary: Inspired by The Dreamers, except make it 2010s and ｖａｐｏｒｗａｖｅ. Zagreus is a university student who feels aimless in life. His girlfriend dumped him, things between him & his best friend are weird, and he lacks ambition in his studies, all while the optimistic visions of his generation’s future are becoming lost. Until one day, he falls into the orbit of Achilles & Patroclus―a charming, yet eccentric pair who completely alter Zagreus’ outlook on life & death, love & loss, past & future, and the transitions in between.

Excerpt:

(cw/tw: violence)

Bzzzz.

The sound of a vibration materializes within the scene of Zagreus’ dream. He is dreaming of his father, and the two of them are arguing. Zagreus has had this sort of dream many times before, but this time, there structures crumbling all around, and the entire earth seems to rumble beneath them as they fight.

Stupid boy! Witless, careless brat! You are hopeless!

They are among the words he has heard all his life—his father’s voice repeating them directly from his own mouth; as well as over and over again inside Zagreus’ mind.

Get out of my head. Shut up. Shut up!

You seem determined to never apply yourself to anything! You cannot be trusted with any sort of responsibility at all!

And then finally, when Zagreus can bear it no longer, grown dissatisfied with the harm caused by words alone, he lunges forward, and somehow, suddenly, a weapon—a sharp blade—appears in his hand. The metal flashes in the light as he angles it, and then Zagreus is driving it directly into his father’s chest with a satisfying split, as the man’s sinews and viscera rupture, all torn apart within. More satisfying still is that his father, who twitches weakly underneath him, does not speak anymore, whether from the shock of the attack, or from the deep gash in his heart flooding the blood up into his throat, drowning his tongue.

Zagreus watches at length, his father drooling in red as the life drains from him, and the buzzing sounds keep coming. There is an odd stillness which follows them however—they’re left to persist uninhibited, and it’s that oddness which coaxes Zagreus awake.

Sure enough, when he opens his eyes, he finds nothing but the sight of rumpled, empty blankets. Patroclus’ phone rests on top of a pillow, its owner nowhere to be found.

Zagreus sits up, swiveling his head around the interior of the blanket fort and feeling stupid for it—because of course, there is nowhere else they could be within such a small space. Perhaps they went back to sleep in Patroclus’ room, he thinks. Beyond the blanket walls, he can hear the dull chanting of the protests from outside again, leading him to believe it must be past mid-morning by now.

He crawls out from the fort. Unexpectedly perhaps, Achilles and Patroclus both come into view when he stands up. Achilles is sitting on the couch that had been pushed up against the wall to make room for the blanket fort several days previously. He is looking at his phone while another eerie, pitched-down song plays quietly. Out of all the songs Zagreus has heard in his time here with the two of them, this is the one he is certain he’s most familiar with, hearing it countless times online, though as usual, he has no idea what it is called.

Next to Achilles, just a few feet away, Patroclus stands there with his arms crossed in front of the wide windows, looking out. He paces back and forth like a caged lion as he observes the crowds marching in the streets below.

Zagreus speaks up into the silence, sensing the tension in the room but hoping somehow that a cheerful tone will successfully cut through it.

“Good morning… What’s up? Did I miss breakfast already?”

Achilles and Patroclus’ heads both whirl around toward the sound of his voice with some suddenness, as if they hadn’t noticed him emerge from his bed. Patroclus says nothing however, and turns back to his survey of the streets. Achilles on the other hand seems a bit more willing to engage than he did yesterday, the throes of his anger once again slackened, though something else still seems to have a broad grip on his attention.

“We’re not hungry,” he says absently. “Go help yourself.”

“Oh,” Zagreus says. If Achilles meant it as a dismissal, Zagreus doesn’t move. “What’s going on out here? You guys don’t want to spend time in the fort anymore?”

Achilles’ response is equivocal. He shrugs, giving an easy shake of the head.

“Patroclus said he wanted a bit of sunshine,” he answers. “Poor flower…. Apparently he starts to wilt if he’s kept in the shade for too long.”

Patroclus shoots Achilles a momentary sidelong glance, but continues to say nothing.

“Oh,” Zagreus says again. “Well, that’s okay. I don’t mind if we just hang out in our rooms again. I can’t sleep well on the floor, anyhow. And I’m willing to bet that all three of us haven’t been getting enough rest, and that’s the reason why we’ve been so wound up over every little thing recently. I mean, spending all our time together in that tiny blanket fort… we should be giving each other some more space—”

“Achilles,” Patroclus speaks up at last. He interrupts Zagreus, as if he hadn’t been listening to him at all. “I want to go outside.”

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[stitching-spencer]

I finished! Another tiny stitch complete this year. Gotta lot of other stuff to be working on but certainly proud of this 😊 Hope everyone can find something to be proud of this week 💜

[nonsensicalcomics]

He likes to be tall

[emilnikos]

helix the boar if he had a sonic adventure

[allwayswildchild]

Title: The end of Time

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Suicide, Depression and Character Death

Summary: The adventure is over. They defeated Dark Link and they finally got to go home. All Time wants to do is see his wife.

Link:

[brooklynisher]

IT'S HERE

Website!

Now I can just pin this instead of having to write an actual introduction post

Y'all lemme know what you think :]

[screaming-at-the-tv]

im just tryna enjoy the happy ending like "aw, so sweet, yay!" but then this comes on

and im just laugh-crying over Sunjae being the hunchback of notre dame all of a sudden

im just... not allowed to enjoy anything in a normal way. lol

[thetypewritingkate]

"a time with snow." by thesmileykate

Chapter Nine: "checkmate."

"The cold lights reflect off of the spotless white floor as his drooping body is dragged in. Snow looked through the one-way mirror as the Peacekeepers hauled the boy's limp body into the reclined chair. They each took one arm and tied it to the chair to prevent an escape which was unlikely. Last Snow had heard, the boy could barely walk. There was no chance he could escape now.

Upon seeing the boy's arms, riddled with bruises and scars usually concealed by pairings of silk and polyester, Snow almost felt bad for him. The naive fool. Really, he brought this upon himself. He should have never gotten mixed up with someone so hazardous. Never have let her get too close.

His eyes flick to the clock above the door. How much longer would this take? Snow hasn't bothered himself with observing experimental trials since before he was a gamemaker and he could tell that his patience for them was lost for longer than that. His gaze dropped to his trembling hands. He quickly hid them away in his pants before anyone could tell. 

If what his advisor said might happen, he doesn't want to miss it. There is something satisfying about seeing the demise of your enemy firsthand. Still, his mind is riddled with doubts that it still might not work. Maybe it will just leave the boy confused and scared. But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. After this, the capitol will either successfully have a way out of this war, or they won't. And who does it hurt to try?"

OR

What does the moment Snow decides to hijack Peeta look like?

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[pynkhues]

interview with the vampire 50 or 11

50 the empty space that can’t be breached between you in bed / 11 blood at the corner of your mouth.

Thank you, anon! I think I kinda got both in.

Hold Me Close and Hold Me Fast

Interview with the Vampire. Lestat x Louis, Armand x Louis. Claudia + her dad's being terrible. Explicit. 7k words.

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“It should be on page four, I believe,” Armand says, and Louis glances back up at him, opening the pamphlet to the page as instructed only to be met with an advert for an opera: Nina osia la pazza d’amore. Louis’ gaze pulls across it until (his pulse, a flutter of a moth’s wings) he sees the unmistakable print of Lestat de Lioncourt dans le rôle de Lindoro.

“It was not well received, the opera at least,” Armand tells him. “Critics found it lacked both political and educational meaning – it was the French Revolution, after all, and still a few years from the end of the Enlightenment, and while theatre was vital to furthering the intellectual rigour of both, frivolous and sentimental works like this often invited scorn – although they admitted Lestat’s performance was not without its charm.”

There’s something to the way that Armand says it – a twist of snobbishness woven into his usually demure voice – that makes Louis smile. He glances up at the other man, eyebrow raised.

“Did you see it?”

To which Armand scoffs, waves out a hand as he places the other pamphlets onto the desk, sorting them into an order that seems to satisfy him.

“Not that one, no. I never saw him in the operas. I met him a year or so later when he was working in the melodramas. A better fit for him, I believe.”

“He certainly could be melodramatic,” Louis offers, glancing back down at the advert. He feels something low in him twist, (oh, the tender skin grown over the wound of Lestat is still too easily torn), the echo of a sound, an expression – one of Lestat’s sulks. A pointed and sullen silence at being accused of such dramatics. Always the performer.

Across the room, Armand grins, something a little sly to the turn of it.

“He could, but most actors are, in my experience. You are certainly seeing Santiago’s ah, affinity for the form of late.” That’s enough to make Louis snort before Armand continues. “Lestat performed at a number of the theatres along the Boulevard du Crime though, but particularly at the Gaîté – it would’ve been a treat to take you there. The architecture was quite remarkable, but they were mostly demolished during the rebuilding of Paris in 1862.”

*

Armand and Louis talk about Lestat, Lestat and Louis talk (and fuck) in Louis' head, Claudia is, once again, failed. A bit of a coda to 2.04.

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[stitching-spencer]

I got a finish! And on my hecking birthday weekend too. Gotta fully finish it for the exchange, but such a fun stitch. Gonna be a while before I work on wood again (besides all the stamps I have) but still love the finish. Hope everyone had a good weekend 💜

[nihonkokuu]

@non-tyrannical-usa （＾∇＾）

[quillyscales]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bubaigawara Jin | Twice/Dabi | Todoroki Touya Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Toga Himiko, Takami Keigo | Hawks Additional Tags: Jealousy, Toga Himiko is a Good Friend, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Bad at Feelings, Not Beta Read Series: Part 1 of To Have is To Hold Summary:

Dabi was, undoubtedly, a very jealous person.

[yellow-faerie]

Chapters: 8/8

Summary:

Doing his work during the tsunami, Eddie isn't worried about Buck or Chris.

They were at the movies, last Eddie checked, and then they will have gone home, either to Buck’s place or to Eddie’s for Eddie knows he gave Buck a key a few months ago.

So, he doesn’t worry.

There's no point in worrying, not when he trusts Buck, so Eddie doesn’t.

Buck protects Chris when he falls off the Fire Truck, even if that means getting swept along by the water with him. Buck being there for Chris is somehow better and worse all at once.